A Great Mystery

The incarnation. This is the time of year when we ponder the great truth that God loved us so much that He sent His Son to earth as a helpless babe—so He could save helpless us. Sometimes I wonder, “Why would Jesus have left the paradise of heaven to come here and enter our mess—to be mocked and beaten and crucified by the very people He came to save? Why?” It is a great mystery.

So many great mysteries come to light in common occurrences. My son was hurting. Not physical pain. That would be so much easier to bear than the deep pain that seared his heart. He went to his room in obvious despair. When he did not return for some time, I ignored my knee pain and made my way up the flight of stairs to his room. I knew I couldn’t change his pain, but I could remind him that he is loved—and I could pray with him. When I entered his room, my son said, “Mom! Why would you come up the stairs? That must have hurt! Why did you do that?”

“Because I love you, and this is where you are.”


And then the realization came to me. This is why Jesus came. Because He loves us so very much, and this messy world is where we are.

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him” John 3:16-17.

The reason the Son of God appeared was to destroy the devil’s work” 1 John 3:8b.

*This manger was made by my son, Jesse.

She Wouldn’t Help Me!

I recently had the privilege of being the speaker at a women’s retreat. I am delighted to share that I was not only at the retreat to teach, but also to learn much from the Lord. My learning experience began on my drive to the retreat. I had never been to the Roxbury Holiness Retreat Center before, and I forgot to ask for specific directions to the building we would be meeting in. When my GPS said, “Arriving at destination,” I had no reason to disagree, and I pulled up to a building that was marked “Meeting Hall” or something similar. When I entered the building, I immediately saw three men, dressed similar to the Amish, standing across from me. (I do not think they were Amish, however, as the parking lot was full of mini vans and devoid of any horses and buggies.) Two men had their backs to me already, and one was facing me. He took one look at me and turned his back as well. I felt very unwelcome there, but I needed directions. So I scanned the room and saw only similar-looking men. Then I noticed a woman along the one wall. I was so glad to see her! Surely she would help me! As I approached her, however, I realized she viewed me the same way as the man who first turned his back on me. She stared at me, looking over my clothes as if I was an alien, and did not say a word – even when I asked, “Can you help me?” I thought that a woman’s nurturing instinct would automatically kick in when someone asked for help, but that is obviously not the case. Continue reading