Author: Jon Gauger

Ever thought about how many people are killed by animals every day? Steve Jenkins collects these kinds of statistics. Following is a list of the top nine animal killers on the planet—and how many they kill in an average day:

• Crocodiles, 3
• Roundworm, 5
• Tsetse Fly, 25
• Assassin Bug (Gotta love that name), 30
• Dogs, 150 (through physical attack or spreading disease)
• Freshwater snail, 275 (they spread many deadly diseases)
• Snakes, 275
• Mosquitoes, 2,500
• Ironically, sharks—among the most feared of all creatures—kill only one person every month or two. *

Were you surprised by that list? I sure was.

After all, who's afraid of a teeny snail? Probably not you. But in a given day, they kill as many people as snakes do! Ironically, the prize for the deadliest goes to the smallest: the mosquito, of which there are an estimated 110 trillion buzzing around the planet. And every last one of them is a potential carrier of that lethally infectious disease, malaria. 

Biblically speaking, the same idea applies to people like you and me. Though our fists might prove deadly in a fight, we kill far more with something much smaller—our tongue.

We’ve all heard that the tongue has the potential for great destruction. But that’s way too kind an assessment. The tongue—my tongue—is a killer. It’s a weapon for murder! Yours, too.

• Proverbs 12:14 warns us, "Reckless words pierce like a sword."
• Proverbs 12:18 calls the tongue “a scorching fire.”
• James 3:8 says, "it is a restless evil, full of deadly poison."

This is exponentially more serious than “mere” offense!

This is the stuff of murder!

So, if our tongues are so deadly, what's the answer? In Psalms 141:3, David prayed, "Set a guard, LORD, over my mouth. Keep watch over the door of my lips." Isn't that precisely what we need—a guard over our mouths and a sentry securing the "door of our lips"? 

Lord, we want this. We need this! And we need it today!

Set a guard over my mouth, Lord.

Keep watch over the door of my lips.

Amen!

*Source: Steve Jenkins, One Day By the Numbers, Clarion Books, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. Copyright © 2022 

Image by Franco Patrizia from Pixabay

 

 

Ever hear of a lap chicken? Me, neither. But I met one this week.

“Betty” was born on a horse farm near Jacksonville, Florida. But somehow, this little chicken sustained an injury that left one leg broken. Unable to stand, she was vulnerable, having little hope for survival.

But Joslynn, a horse-riding high schooler with a heart for animals, noticed the chicken and began talking with the farmers. She explained how she had raised a chicken during the Covid pandemic—even taught it to hang onto the handlebars of her bicycle and go for a ride. Impressed, the farmers welcomed her offer of convalescent care for their broken bird.

Joslynn has nursed that chicken for a month. Long enough to observe that the thing has a personality! Example: Betty pecks and tweets if the family ignores her. And watching the way she interacts with people, you cannot help but conclude Betty loves to snuggle, eagerly nestling (or is that nesting?) into Joslynn’s lap. Hence the label, lap chicken.

For amusement, Joslynn bought a cat toy ball that jingles when moved. Betty actually bats (or is it beaks?) the ball back and forth with Joslynn. You have to see it to believe it.

But it's not all fun and games. Watching the little lame chicken flip on its side, vigorously flapping one wing to propel itself toward the food dish, is heartbreaking. That's why Joslynn's next move will be to create a custom-made wheelchair (with a PVC pipe frame and fabric) so Betty can practice standing on her feet. Hopefully, the thing will gain strength and eventually be able to stand up and walk.

Watching Joslynn’s kindness in action, I wondered how many of us would show that level of care to a chicken? More significantly, how many would extend that level of care to the broken people around us?

Today, every single one of us will pass by someone with a broken "wing."  Maybe it's a shattered dream, a crushed promise, or a broken heart. Such injuries are nearly invisible. Though hidden or intensely private, these lacerations of the soul are just as crippling as Betty's.

The question is, will we choose to notice these broken people? Will we value them, love them, and care for them? It doesn’t cost much. Maybe just a text or phone call. But couldn’t we—shouldn’t we—show the compassion of the Christ we claim to love?

Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.  – Colossians 3:12

Silence is golden. Unless you have a toddler. Then, silence is very suspicious indeed! Truthfully, I should have been much more suspicious of myself last week at work. Let me explain.

At precisely 3:30 Wednesday afternoon, I walked out of my office, closed the door, and hiked the mile and a half to the train station in downtown Chicago. Getting off the train in the suburbs, I enjoyed a quiet evening with Diana.

At 6:35 the next morning, I stepped back into my office at Moody Radio—and soon discovered the problem. My soundproof office doubles as a recording studio, and the afternoon before, I’d done a bunch of recording. Apparently, though, after I finished my last segment, I forgot to hit the “Stop” button on the screen. 

Bottom line: the computer sat there recording silence—all night long and into the next morning. To be more precise, it recorded 15 hours, 17 minutes, and 45 seconds. That's a lot of silence! I was occupying a huge chunk of hard drive space—with nothing to show (or hear). Silence was not golden in this case.

There are other times when silence is not golden. In fact, silence can be deadly. Example? When we fail to speak the name of Jesus to friends and neighbors who need Him. That kind of silence has potentially fatal consequences.

What if we could somehow harness AI technology to review every word we’ve uttered this past year? What if every word we’ve spoken could be analyzed and tabulated?

What would such an analysis reveal about the amount of time that has passed since we mentioned the name of Jesus to someone who doesn't know Him? Would it be weeks? Months? Would it be years—decades, even?

The thing is, God is recording our words. In fact, Jesus said in Matthew 12:36-37, “But I tell you that for every careless word that people speak, they will give an account of it on the day of judgment. For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.”

Sometimes, silence is golden. But not when it comes to people who need Jesus.

• They need to hear His name.
• They need to hear our testimonies.
• They need to hear the way to Christ.

It’s time to end the silence about our Savior!

For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?  -Romans 10:13,14

Are you a cultural crank?

We’ve all got opinions about what’s wrong with America. Our souls sag with the weight of them. Among my top cultural concerns:

• We kill babies—and call that “pro-choice.”
• We release criminals without bond.
• We force taxpayers to cover someone else's college debt.
• We label parents as "terrorists" when they speak out at school meetings.
• We liken Christians to the Taliban.

There’s a lot to be angry about. And we are!

• We’re angry about the moral decay around us.
• We're angry about the unfair treatment of believers.
• We’re angry about the indoctrination in public schools.

We’re good and angry. And sometimes more angry than good. To be clear, praying for—and working toward—biblical values is a great thing. After all, Jesus prayed, “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

What is not great is the fact that many of us have become little more than cultural cranks. We complain and yearn for the return of "the good old days."

Yet, this world was not good when Jesus visited our planet 2000 years ago. And it hasn’t gotten any better. But there’s a problem when you and I are better at sharing a grumble than the gospel. James 1:20 cautions, “For a man’s anger does not bring about the righteousness of God.”

It's easy to get spun up, amped up, and fed up. But in our daily trek through the shards of our broken culture, we're still called to love our enemies and do good to those who persecute us.

What this world needs now is not cultural cranks, but lovers of Jesus, who will love the unlovely.

Lord,

Keep us from being crusty, curmudgeonly, cantankerous, cultural cranks.

Amen!

 

Photo by Craig Adderley: https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-in-black-hoodie-3531839/

They say that a rut is nothing more than a grave with both ends kicked out.

But when it comes to praying for unsaved family members, friends, and co-workers, the easiest thing in the world is to fall into a rut. (Boy, do I fight this!).

Here's something you might find helpful. What follows are seven straightforward "Prayer Prompts" you can use in your own prayer ministry.

As you read through the list, you'll notice these prayers are written for someone who is out in their neighborhood doing a prayer walk. But you can easily edit/modify/adapt these for your unique prayer setting. The Scripture verses are what matter most, anyway. This is the true power—praying God's Word back to Him.

Because there are seven different prayer prompts in this collection—one for every day of the week—here’s hoping you’ll be on your way to prayers without ruts!

• Father, we pray that you might "open their eyes, so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified…" (Acts 26:18).
• Thank you, Lord, that you are a God "who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth" (1 Timothy 2:4). We pray that every family member in this home will become saved.
• Father, like Paul, "my heart's desire and prayer to God for them is that they may be saved' (Romans 10:1).
• Lord, we ask that every person in this home "may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will" (2 Timothy 2:26).
• Father, as we pray for the salvation of the people in this home, we ask "that God may open to us a door for the word, to declare the mystery of Christ (Colossians 4:3).
• Lord, I ask that "that words may be given to me in opening my mouth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel…that I may declare it boldly, as I ought to speak (Ephesians 6:19,20).
• Lord, you have assured us you are "not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9). Would you bring every family member in this house to repentance, please?

Amen!

 

 

 

 

 

Her “place” is on Wells Street. Her bed is cement. Her name is Florence.

But like so many other homeless people in Chicago, I knew nothing about her.

A co-worker walked the same route I took from the train station to Moody that early morning. She was a block ahead and took the initiative to talk with the homeless lady.

Turns out Florence is a nurse from Uganda who has come to the United States in hopes of securing a job in the medical field. However, there are forms, procedures, approvals, and acres of red tape—all of which add up to long wait times.

And because Florence is stuck in a holding pattern without a support system here, she lives on the sidewalk next to a swanky restaurant on Wells Street. By the time the business day begins, Florence has disappeared. To where, I don't know. By nightfall, she returns.

Since that initial conversation, I’ve had a chance to greet Florence by name, pray with her—and even help her out a bit financially (though she appeared uneasy accepting the small gift).

Sounds nice. Except the truth is, before my co-worker set the example and spoke with Florence, I'd passed by this homeless lady a dozen or more times. I never stopped, never talked, never waved, never cared. Worse, I resented the fact that she was living on the street near Moody.

Yes, there are people on the streets due to drug and alcohol abuse. Yes, there are people on the streets with mental problems that no government handout can fix. Yes, there are shady characters among them. But must we judge and label and shun every last one of them?

What if we got to know a few of them? What if we greeted them? Is it possible we don’t love them because we don’t know them? Would it kill us to learn their name—and use it?

Thanks to Florence, I have more questions than answers.

But whoever has worldly goods and sees his brother or sister in need, and closes his heart against him, how does the love of God remain in him? Little children, let’s not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.

• I John 3:17-18

 

 

 

 

Check out this collection of famous last words:

• “Step back a bit, I can't get you in the picture.”
• “I thought it tasted rather strange.”
• “I wonder what happens if these two wires touch.”
• “Listen, I'm taking a course in chemistry. I know what I'm doing.”
• "Yes, of course, the elastic is strong enough!"
• “And that one over there—the red flashing one—what does that mean?”

Full disclosure: I got these online and can’t vouch for every source (how seriously can you take a website with a name like Mental Floss?). But what follows are the actual recorded words from people who were taking their last breath. Witnesses state:

• Frank Sinatra died after saying, “I’m losing.”

• Actress Joan Crawford yelled at her housekeeper, who was praying as Crawford died. Crawford said, “Don’t you dare ask God to help me!”

• Standing in front of a firing squad, condemned murderer James W. Rodgers was asked if he had a last request. He replied, "Bring me a bulletproof vest."

• As he was dying, Alfred Hitchcock said, “One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.”

• Blues singer Bessie Smith died saying, “I’m going, but I’m going in the name of the Lord.”

• Evangelist Dwight Moody’s last words were these: “I see earth receding. Heaven is opening. God is calling me.” 

• Stacy Honeycutt recalls, "My mother's last words to me were at first simply, 'I want to go home.' I told her she couldn't go back home. She was too ill. She then clarified for me by adding, 'To Jesus.'"

While it’s intriguing, if not a tad intrusive, to ponder others’ last words, I’m so grateful the Bible includes the last words of Jesus. Gasping as he hoisted himself up for breath, some of Christ’s final words featured His stunning declaration: “It is finished.”

Finished! The payment for our sins. The redemption of our souls. The possibility of hope and heaven. Finished!

There's absolutely nothing more to do, earn, or try. If you were hoping for a bit of good news today, this is it. It is finished! All of it!

(Can I get an Amen?)

 

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace.

Ephesians 1:7

 

SOURCE: https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/58534/64-people-and-their-famous-last-words

SOURCE: https://www.moodymedia.org/articles/dwight-l-moody-is-dead/#:~:text=East%20Northfield%2C%20Mass.%2C%20December,here%20at%20noon%20to%2Dday.

SOURCE: https://blog.funeralone.com/grief-and-healing/memorable-last-words/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s easier to just “read” the Bible than let it mess with you.

But mess with me it did when my personal Bible study time confronted me with Romans 12. In verse one, Paul urges us “to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.”

“Holy and acceptable to God.” That phrase began to rumble…then rattle…then really unsettle me!

The more I pondered that phrase, the more conviction it whispered. This one little verse commands an all-encompassing lifestyle. One that—quite frankly—mine doesn’t always resemble.

Before the Holy Spirit had concluded His (uncomfortable) spiritual checkup, I came up with a list of 20 questions for more profound self-examination.

 Dare to take this spiritual checkup yourself? Here are the questions:

1. Is the thought I am thinking holy and acceptable to God?
2. Is my conversation holy and acceptable to God?
3. Is my work/life balance holy and acceptable to God?
4. Is my treatment of the opposite sex holy and acceptable to God?
5. Is my spending and saving holy and acceptable to God?
6. Is my eating and drinking holy and acceptable to God?
7. Is my web surfing holy and acceptable to God?
8. Is my life’s dream holy and acceptable to God?
9. Is my prayer life holy and acceptable to God?
10. Is the novel I am reading holy and acceptable to God?
11. Is my concern for lost people holy and acceptable to God?
12. Is the way I treat my spouse holy and acceptable to God?
13. Is my time in the Word holy and acceptable to God?
14. Is my charitable giving holy and acceptable to God?
15. Is my work ethic holy and acceptable to God?
16. Is my favorite TV show holy and acceptable to God?
17. Is my commitment to memorize Scripture holy and acceptable to God?
18. Is my standard of dress holy and acceptable to God?
19. Is my attendance and involvement at church holy and acceptable to God?
20. Is there much about my life others would describe as a living sacrifice—and thus pleasing to God?

 

Lord, our lives are short.

Eternity is long.

Help us prepare for then—by living better now.

Help us live lives that are holy and acceptable to you.

Amen!

 

It’s hard to take seriously a town that goes by the name of Sandwich. Yet such a burg not only exists, it’s home to Illinois's oldest fair, since 1888. More notable yet is the train car parked at the corner of Main St. and US Route 34.

Not just any train car, the "Isabella" was the railcar home of President Theodore Roosevelt. From 1900 to 1913, he trekked coast to coast in this Pullman-made beauty, featuring Mahogany-trimmed windows and stained glass. But in 1931, it was auctioned off for $75 to a Mr. Henry Tattrersol, who dreamed of converting it into a diner. Thus, it came to rest in Sandwich, Illinois, and a restaurant was born, though the place has changed some over the years.

We sampled lunch cuisine beneath the train car's domed ceiling. And looking out the same mahogany-framed windows from which Roosevelt peered, it was impossible to deny the sense of the "Rough Rider's" persona.

Here was a guy who—after being shot in the chest while out on the campaign trail—was determined to deliver his speech anyway! Asked if he would finish his campaign, Roosevelt declared, "I feel fit as a bull moose!" Hence the name of his political party and the name of the restaurant in Sandwich.

Roosevelt was equally blunt in his thoughts about matters of faith, at one point declaring, “The nation should be ruled by the Ten Commandments.” He also contended, “A thorough knowledge of the Bible is worth more than a college education.”

With prophetic insight, he opined, “The thought of modern industry in the hands of Christian charity is a dream worth dreaming. The thought of industry in the hands of paganism is a nightmare beyond imagining. The choice between the two is upon us.”

More than a century later, we're still making that choice. Which is a lot to ponder while munching on a burger and homemade chips in a train car fragrant with a bygone courage and conviction.

Lord, make us sturdy!

Forbid we should sit when you’ve called us to stand.

Help us be salt and light in every place you call us.

Amen!

 

“Choose you this day whom you will serve…but as for me and my house we will serve the Lord.”  —Joshua 24:15

As I look back, it’s embarrassing.

My computer mouse acted sluggishly. You could grab that mouse and whip it diagonally from one corner of the screen up to the other, and the cursor would move, but only sluggishly. At times, it appeared to freeze for a second. But was it my imagination that the lag times were getting longer?

The mouse appeared to be pausing, halting randomly. Because the mouse is such a crucial part of any computer workflow, my productivity slowed down (though my pulse sped up!). Over time, it became apparent I wasn't just imagining things. That mouse was pausing longer, moving slower.

Earlier this week, while editing some audio files, it didn’t just pause. It pooped out.

I powered down the computer and booted up again, hoping it was just a glitch of some kind. No luck. No mouse. No more.

So I scoured the internet for answers, beginning with the manufacturer. Because it’s a wireless mouse, I immediately replaced the battery. But there was still no life.

On a hunch, I decided to swap out the "new" battery from our vast collection, housed in a plastic tub, with one I knew to be absolutely brand new. You can easily guess the end of the story. The mouse powered up immediately and performed flawlessly, as it has ever since. All it took was a power boost.

But what about you?

Any chance you might need a “fresh battery?” I’m not talking about your mouse. I’m talking about your ministry. About your walk with Christ. About your prayer life, perhaps.

We get so busy "doing" the Christian life that it's easy to forget what God (thankfully) remembers: "that we are but dust" (Psalm 103:14). Which means, apart from His empowerment, we're bound to feel sluggish, lagging, and frozen up.

If you're feeling unproductive and just plain weary—as if your batteries are shot—ponder again the promise of Isaiah 40:29. It's time to connect. But don't wait!

He gives strength to the weary, and to the one who lacks might He increases power.