Pulling the Kill Switch

I don’t think of myself as a klutz, but after Monday’s porch chat about fracturing my elbow, today’s story will probably cement everyone’s impression of me as an accident waiting to happen. I’m willing to risk it. I see an analogy that’s too good not to share.

It happened a couple weeks ago, back when I had no clue an emergency room visit loomed in my near future. At the time, I was using my two functioning arms to pump weights while I went through my treadmill routine. I’d progressed to the jogging sequence on the built-in software’s interval training when I realized I’d left my water bottle out of reach on the bedside table. Drats. Convinced I was dying of thirst and must have water pronto,  I attempted to get off the treadmill without interrupting my workout by pulling the kill switch cord that connects it to the wall’s go-go juice.  Let the record show I’ve done that before– and that I won’t do it again.

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I took my left foot and stepped on the stationary frame to the left of the moving belt only I didn’t immediately follow suit with my right foot. I’m sure I was going to had I not started falling. Interestingly, even as I was recovering, and falling, and banging up my shin, and recovering, and falling and hitting my knee, I remember being incredulous at the injustice of it all. I’d already determined to get off the blame thing and yet, here I was taking a licking.

That, my friend, segues beautifully into today’s takeaway.  Turning to Jesus requires turning away from our status quo. We can’t keep one foot in anything Jesus calls sin, whether it’s actions or thought patterns and expect to live in His grace-filled embrace. Anything less than severing from the old life will allow it to continue beating the daylights out of us while we bemoan the injustice of it all because, for goodness sakes, we’ve changed already! To embrace the present with Jesus, we must hit the kill switch to our past.

Hugs, Shellie


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Heart Wide Open on DVD– They’re Here and I’m Feeling Queasy

It’s been 24 hours since a certain set of boxes arrived at the old homestead here yesterday. Phil opened them while I was involved in one-arm lunch preparation. (If this were another kind of post, I would go on at length about how LITTLE my left arm knows and how much of a free ride it has gotten my entire life until now, but it’s not and I won’t.)

We’ll get back to the boxes instead.

I wasn’t expecting them, but there they were. The DVD’s of Heart Wide Open.

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The DVDs that are going to be in stores come May, complete with downloadable handout for small group use.

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I pulled one out, stared at it, and said “Wow…”  And then I said it again, and again. As a matter of fact, I continued saying wow every few minutes until my darling husband said, “Um, I think you’ve covered wow, baby.”

The thing is, I think I said wow so many times because I haven’t really come to grips with the fact that these things are going to be available for retail, that people may actually watch them in groups! I don’t know if you’ve ever watched yourself on video, but trust me, watching myself after I did this was one unsettling experience. It still makes me queasy.  But, as my man also said, “Shellie, honey, that ship has sailed.”

Indeed. Here we go, Lord.

Hugs, Shellie

 

 


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When Shellie Breaks In

There’s a line I use on my live radio show. I like to say that when nekkid news breaks out, I break in. I can’t help it. I remain fascinated by what makes people want to take their clothes off in public. When nekkid news breaks out anywhere on the globe, I aim to cover it. Pun intended.

The most recent nekkid story to catch my attention was that clothing optional church in Virginia. It’s called the White Tail Chapel– and if you can’t find a joke there, you aren’t trying.

In the picture that accompanied the story, the pastor of White Tail Chapel was shown with his arms outstretched towards the heavens. Thankfully, he was also behind the pulpit. It seems the congregants believe that baring their bodies to each other helps them bare their souls to God. Bless their hearts, and I mean that sincerely.

Call me a prude, flood my email box, slam me on social media for being narrow-minded, and I’ll still say nude church sounds SRC (straight running crazy) to me. I only bring it up to grab your attention, which I’m pretty sure I’ve done, so I could ask you a question.

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Tell me, are you devising your own ways to reach God? Are you still abusing his love like our forefathers who rebelled against His provision in the garden of Eden? Are you still naked and ashamed when God is offering you a robe of righteousness?  You might remember that a loving God clothed them in the skins of a slain animal. This, friend, was a picture of Christ who would one day die for me and you. We haven’t earned God’s forgiveness and we can’t. It’s free because His only Son paid our debt in full. You haven’t fouled up your life to the point that He will snatch that robe away should you reach for it, either. But you will have to admit, like I have, that we can’t reach Him through our own crazy plans. It might not be popular, but it’s still true. Jesus is the one and only way back to God.

Hugs, Shellie


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