A Tale Worth Tattling

From my earliest childhood memories I heard it said that no one likes a tattletale. And from my earliest childhood memories I noted that this warning did little to dissuade my peers and I from doing the telling, especially if we had the goods on an enemy.


I also noticed that adults were exempt from the label. They were never tattling. They were well-meaning informants doing us kids a “favor.” I get that now. I dreaded it back then when I knew someone was headed to my parents with less than stellar news about my conduct.

“I’m telling,” struck fear in my grade school heart on more than one occasion, especially when adults featured it in the choice that really wasn’t a choice at all. “Either you tell your parents what you’ve done, or I’ll tell them.” Unfortunately, there was never a door number three.

Missing the mark was painful then, and it’s painful now, although it’s no longer my parents that I aim to please and end up disappointing despite the best of intentions. These days, I’m addicted to the sweet fellowship of heaven and nothing in me wants to disrupt that precious relationship, and yet I still do.

Maybe you can relate.

If so, let me give you the encouragement that buoys me. My enemy might beat me to the throne of God but he can’t ever outrun my Jesus. No power of heaven, no source on earth, and no demon in hell can outrun the grace of Christ.

It’s impossible for you and I to take our repentant selves to the throne without finding Jesus is already there. And glory hallelujah, He’s not there to rub it in. Jesus is there to intercede on our behalf, to remind His Father and ours that the punishment for our sins has been met through the Cross.

When we fall short, let’s be quick to take our confession to God’s throne, resting in the assurance that our Redeemer is waiting there to restore our souls.

Now, there’s a tale worth tattling!

How Telling is Your Transformation?

The news alert came across my car radio. A huge bolt of lightning had struck a California beach out of the blue in the middle of a beautifully sunny day, leaving one person dead and more than a dozen injured, one critically.


I listened as the desk anchor cut to the scene where a field reporter was waiting to interview an eye witness.  I’m still shaking my head over what happened next.  Apparently, the guy being interviewed saw the whole thing as an opportunity to grab his 15 seconds of fame for he opened his eye witness account with a joke. Yes, he did. He stuttered and stammered as if he’d been struck by lightning himself. As you might imagine, his joke fell flat.  I couldn’t see the reporter’s face, but the dead air was a big clue. The wannabe comedian chuckled self-consciously and said something about how you just have to laugh to get through things. To his credit, the reporter continued the interview as if it hadn’t even happened, only it got worse. Within seconds the fellow was actually plugging a movie he was producing. I couldn’t believe my ears.

Grasping now, the reporter opined on the life-altering experience it must have been for all involved. The guy’s response said it all, “Oh, absolutely,” he said. “I know it changed me– for a minute.”

That’s what he said. It changed him for a minute. Telling isn’t it? Whatever else impact the near death experience had on him it was temporary. Once you sit with that a while, the truth of it settles in. We’ve all had experiences that we think will change us forever–and now I’m thinking about our first encounter with Jesus– only to discover that it was temporary, a moment, a season. I can’t count the number of times that happened to me. Today, I remember eternally grateful that Father God taught me how to stay in His pursuit because it is His abiding Presence that changes us forever!

A Tailor Made Proposal

It would’ve been physically impossible for the young man who stopped by our table to smile any broader. Having heard that he was engaged and having already noted that he was with an attractive young lady we hadn’t met, my husband and I felt sure we knew who was responsible for his big grin.

Phil and I exchanged greetings with the couple and we all began to make small talk. During our conversation our young friend continued to smile ever so broadly as he looked at his date, back at us, and back at her again. Anyone could see he was eager to share his good news with us, if only he could figure out what to say. I was trying to decide if I should help him out by bringing up the subject myself when the his sweetheart nodded good-bye and turned as if to join their friends who were waiting at checkout.  Something about her move, jolted him into action. Out came the sweetest, most gleeful wedding announcement I’ve heard in some time.

“I’m going to marry her!” he said. It was clear, concise, and charming to the max.

That scene played out several nights ago, and it brought back sweet memories to my man and I of our own courtship. Here’s an image I made last week to celebrate our 33 years and counting together!


The guy’s obvious enthusiasm also  came back to me this morning and I was reading Scripture.  Isaiah 62:5 says, “And as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so your God will rejoice over you.”

The Bible calls Jesus our bridegroom. One day all who believe will take His hand at the marriage supper of the Lamb. As hard as it is to fathom, we make His heart glad. The joyful announcement has gone forth in the halls of heaven. “He’s going to marry us!”

The shy young man in our story may have been at a loss for words, but our Jesus never is. Even now He continues to extend His tailor made proposal. It is clear, concise, and charming to the max. And here’s the best part, it begins with “Whosoever will…”