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Many people have written 10 commandments for wives. One I like is http://scriptureknowledgebase.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-commandments-for-husbandwife-and.html

However this is the one I put together.

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I am a red blood cell in the Bride of Christ

1 Cor 12:27 says,”Now you are the body of Christ and each one of you is a part of it,” Elsewhere the bible says that the Church is the Bride of Christ. (2Cor 11:2, Eph 5:24, Rev 19:7-9 and 21:1-2)

On thinking about this and the whole diversity of the body of Christ, I have decided I am a red blood cell. I am not an external part, like the skin or hair which are obvious to the world and portray the beauty of the body,

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I am not an eye  with the gift of prophesy, nor an ear, like those who hear clearly the word of God. I am not a mouth like evangelists and preachers and Christian authors nor even a nerve cell like those who pass on the message.

I am like so many of my brother and sister red blood cells, a carrier of oxygen. That is my function and my calling. I need to carry encouragement to those who need it, one little parcel at a time and be prepared to give it up to them and then go back to the source for more. If I can do just that, I will fulfill my purpose. I might never be noticed, never be appreciated, never become famous or even well known in my church; but I will have done my small bit to keep the body alive.

Prayer: Lord please help me to be faithful in what you have called me to do, not to compare myself to other parts of the body nor  to look down on those who are different to me in looks, culture or calling.

For Discussion: What part of the body or kind of cell do you see yourself as? Please give feedback.

 

How it all began

Waking the Dragon

I thought writing was my dream. I was wrong. After spending about 5 years writing two novels and a children’s book, sending e mails to hundreds of agents and publishers, giving the books to friends to read, even I had to realize that I was not a writer. At least not a fiction writer.

Sure I can write sermons. At a retreat about 13 years ago Rowan Rogers talked about unopened treasures packed away in boxes right beside us. An image came into my mind of a pair of golden lips and a golden pen. As a result I became a Local Preacher in the Methodist Church where I was inducted in 2006 after two years of studying and practice.

My children’s book, “The saddest Little Sugar Bowl in the World” was written particularly for children who were somehow “different”. I got a better response for that one but still nobody wanted to publish it. Finally I published 50 copies myself and then went from bookshop to bookshop trying to get somebody to sell them for me. I sold some at work but still have 20 copies left, lying abandoned in a pile.

It was like I had a tiny dragon in my hand who could breathe the fire of a message. He had wings that could take the written word far and wide but after years of trying hard and repeated failure, his puff just got weaker and weaker. Finally his fire was no more than green smoke rings and then died out altogether. Eventually he just gave up, folded his wings and went to sleep. I put him in my pocket and forgot about him.

Why did I sign up for a workshop and retreat called “My Story for His Glory”? I am not quite sure but it became increasingly obvious that my God wanted me there. Run by Joan Campbell and Mandy Hackland in the beautiful Good Shepherd Retreat Centre overlooking Hartebeestpoort Dam, it was exactly what it promised, both a workshop and a retreat.

During the workshop I leaned more of the craft and techniques. I discovered that maybe, just maybe, I could write fiction.

On Sunday the retreat aspect of the weekend was highlighted. The reading I chose for my quiet time was John 21. “Throw your net on the right side of the boat.” In other words, do things differently. At my feet I noticed the most unusual stick I have ever seen. It ended in a spiral. It was a different way to do stick. That was my message, “learn to paint off the canvas. Find new ways of doing things.”

In our little worship service, Mandy spoke about a gold pen. I knew it was a confirmation of my previous calling. I realized that writing wasn’t my dream. It was my ministry. God called me to write. I was anointed with everybody else to write for the Lord.

So, in a way, the weekend woke my dragon and rekindled his fire – only, it isn’t my dragon. It belongs to God. The gift is His and He will send it where He wants to use it.

What next? I don’t know. Do I rewrite my fiction novels? Write and publish more children’s books? Write a blog? Write devotions?

Only God can lead me and that will be one baby step at a time. Writing this post is one little step. I will get a notebook. I will write 5 lines a week. The rest is up to the Dragon Master.

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Suicide Season

The Renegade Press

‘Ignoring your passion is slow suicide. Never ignore what your heart pumps for.’

  • Kevin Claiborne

Let’s play a game of Russian Roulette.

You and I are seated at a table in a smoke filled room; there’s an old six shooter positioned perfectly between us with a single round floating in one of its chambers. The heavy aromas of mildew and fear cling to your skin causing you to perspire. We’re alone. There’s no one here to save us; the only entrance to the cell is destined to remain locked until only one of us remains. You’re scared. So am I. Our lives have been reduced to this moment where we’ll play a game of chance to see who survives. Nothing else matters right now. It’s just you and I.

There’s a coin beside the gun. We’ll flip to see who shoots first. I pick it up and use my thumb…

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