So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Swingle and Andrew Wommack……………

The two have never met, but I think his book has had an effect on us all! Now comes a series of full on Christian posts, no apologies.

Andrew’s new book is about living in God’s best, which explains and establishes that as Christians were are blessed permanently, and should be living in this, not in illness, poverty and unhappiness. Miracles are short term, emergency fixes. I have often thought it wrong when I’ve heard people saying oh, we’re relying on God to pay for us, each month the money turns up just in time. Wrong, we should be living in his blessing in all things, and we also should be doing our part, God cannot bless and multiply nothing, to quote Mr W, 100% x 0 is still nothing. God will bless what we do, we can’t just sit and wait. Any way, back to the plot.

I got to the bit about his fear of dogs and being chased up a tree, and how he took from Genesis 1.28 that God gave us dominion over all animals. He used this to counteract his fear and dogs bother him no more. So that night I took my authority, and commanded Swingle not to wake us. Believing that I must act to sort the physical as well as the spiritual, we took her straight off the medicine and put her back onto breakfasts rather than suppers. Some of you may argue, well that was the reason, but we have been through all of these changes in the past few months to no effect.

Result!


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Lent

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I haven’t done much for Lent the past couple of years, I wont let it become a law. But this year I am. One is private, but a positive thing, the other is a bible study. I have the new Andrew Wommack book, Living in God’s Best. Which I think is the difference between living in blessings, which are God’s provision for us in the atonement, rather than miracles, which are short term fixes. Will be interesting.

And I’m going to study the Prodigal son. All my life, I have felt that the second brother did get a raw deal and I can so identify with his alienation and feeling left out. I know the context is how God deals with his Kingdom and in a way, it relates to the book. I have this feeling that all these blessings are not for me,for some reason I am excluded, so I get frustrated when I can take on all this teaching but nothing changes.

I’ll be blogging as it goes.

What are you doing?


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The Priest of Melchizedek, Hebrews Chapter 10,v19 -25

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As I said last week, I began to see my reading of Jakob’s blessing in a new light, and  so while the premis was right, I didn’t want an injury for my boldness!

Andrew Wommack was just staring a teaching on Hebrews, and  here  came my answer.  We are under the new relationship with God. When Jesus died the temple veil was torn in two  and we can now approach God without fear, but with respect and perseverance spiritually – maybe Jacob was a bit too much.  No fear of death if I haven’t got the ritual correct – in those ancient times the Priest would have a rope around his leg when he entered the inner place so if he croaked, the body could be pulled out! So I can now ask God, persevere, but will not be wounded as I have an intercessor, a priest of the order of Melchizdek, and we will receive our answer. It will be God’s timing on this, not ours.  What loving parent would deny his child an answer, even if to say, not quite like this, or this is the way, answer he will.  I just need to keep persevering in faith.

19 Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus20 by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body,21 and since we have a great priest over the house of God, 22 let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. 23 Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. 24 And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, 25 not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.


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Disabled bloke healed by pool!!

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Ok, so you’re all thinking thats a really lame way to get me to read your blog!!!!

John 5, v 1 – 14

This is one of the readings that Joyce Meyer uses, showing how we sometimes wallow in self pity.  After all the guy had had 38 years to organize someone to help him into the pool.  She so ably speaks in the whining voice of helplessness. I think Jesus also had a twinkle in his eye, because this was another Sabbath healing and all through the gospels he seems to do as many as possible just to annoy the Jewish establishment!

This one of the passages where you have to read carefully, to understand why Jesus seems so unfair in rebuking him and telling him not to sin.  This was maybe  because  Jews of the time equated illness with sinning, so this would have made sense to this bloke (see following blog!) I guess also that the man was so excitied and overwhlemed that he could get up, he just didn’t see Jesus clearly or see him go. When he spoke to the Jews, he is honest, he doesn’t lie becasue he genuinely didn’t grasp who and what had happened. How often do we have something happen in our lives as a result of prayer or a blessing and are so caught up in it, we don’t realise where it came from and we forget to be thankfull for it?  But our God is a God of second chances as the bloke went back and explained who it was, and we must think he trotted off to the happy ever after.   I often wonder of the stories of the people who are healed in the Bible, what happened in their new lives after Jesus had gone.

Was Jesus saying sin would make the illness come back again?  Andrew Wommack so preaches, when we are healed, it may try to return if we wobble and doubt a little and we have to rebuke illness, taking the authority given us when we became Christians, the power of the living Christ within us –as in moving the mountain!  So in a way, maybe he was saying turn away from the sin of self pity and self absorbtion, you don’t have grounds for it anymore, stay healed as the opposite to self pity is self respect, leaving no room for sin in this area.  This guy  must have been so full of joy! (all this is my interpretation).

One of the things that also worries me is why didn’t Jesus heal all of the people at the Pool?  On reflecting, I’ve come up with several answers.   I know that Luke talks a lot about healing the whole crowd’s illnesses, John seems to look a bit more at the individual cases. Most of the people in the mass healings had made a step towards Jesus, even a little step of a fragile belief.  All the people here were fixed on the healing coming from the water. Jesus had to get this guy’s attention by speaking to him, then despite the complete self pity and even doubt (in my mind) whether he was really looking for healing because he doesnt answer in the affirmative either, Jesus healed him. Of course, he may have been desperate for healing, the words here only have the nuance that the Spirit gives us as we read.  So this shows the power of Jesus, even when we are doubting, mired in our pity, Jesus can heal, we just need to turn our full attention on him. Easy to say this though isnt’ it??!!

From the New International Version

 1 Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for one of the Jewish festivals. 2 Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda[a] and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. 3 Here a great number of disabled people used to lie—the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. [4] [b] 5 One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. 6 When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, “Do you want to get well?”

   7 “Sir,” the invalid replied, “I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me.”

   8 Then Jesus said to him, “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk.” 9 At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked.

   The day on which this took place was a Sabbath10 and so the Jewish leaders said to the man who had been healed, “It is the Sabbath; the law forbids you to carry your mat.”

   11 But he replied, “The man who made me well said to me, ‘Pick up your mat and walk.’ ”

   12 So they asked him, “Who is this fellow who told you to pick it up and walk?”

   13 The man who was healed had no idea who it was, for Jesus had slipped away into the crowd that was there.

   14 Later Jesus found him at the temple and said to him, “See, you are well again. Stop sinning or something worse may happen to you.” 15 The man went away and told the Jewish leaders that it was Jesus who had made him well.

http://www.biblica.com


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Quiet times

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I’ve been hearing for a long time from Joyce Meyer and Andrew Wommack about the importance of the quiet prayer time in the mornings.  With work and laziness I’ve copped out with the excuse of lack of time and tiredness. I do pray and talk to God a lot while driving but maybe that isn’t the same. It’s gently nagged away at me.  I’ve tried to do a quiet time as a Lent thing and while the extra reading has been interesting, I’ve had one eye on the clock all the time and have been rushing back to the TV feeling its a bit of an onerous, dry duty.  Now I am a one for my own space, and Dave is out of work too, so there is a lack of quietness, he has the radio or tv on all the time and sometimes I just want it quiet.  He claims it covers his tinnitus, but it never goes the other way that I get quiet for my peace of mind, I know, moan, moan, but I have learnt to live with it!

Recently we had a blitz on the spare room, which is actually my favourite room and a little light bulb went on. …..so I ordered things around so that I have a corner with somewhere for the cup of coffee, pen and Bible.   I decided that I’m going to try and be regular about all this –of course easy now I’m not working!  I go in with my cup of coffee, after all Joyce does so, but maybe a dog would be a distraction…..

To my huge surprise I’ve found it a real blessing, I love doing it, of course because I get some  ‘me’ space, but I don’t have a clock and I never look at how long I’ve been.  I think of God and all the things that are going around in my life , asking him questions about the future, thinking things through, praising. Sometimes I read a lot, sometimes a little. I’m always thankful that I’m sitting in my own room, in the warm, in a house I own, what luxury!  It’s not an irksome duty as it once was, it gives me a real sense of peace  and quiet joy. The Holy Spirit is close and I feel rested spiritually through this, and I’m always seeking and knocking at his door for answers about things they seem to be coming through. I’m hooked.


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Freaky Friday

Lovely mountain shot to cheer one up!

Yesterday was one of those days you just wonder what is going to happen next!  Having been a follower of Joyce Meyer and Andrew Wommack, I knew quite early on that I could make the decision about how I handled it!

It began with taking Dave to a new Doctors as he’s been suffering a really bad dose of bronchitis this year, and he needed checking out by the specialist.  Appalling we had to wait all of three days to see her!  So as we arrived, we found the door to the Practise locked, I walked around saw some writing about the Doc on the wall, but needing glasses and being in daft mode, I missed the doorbell.  When I rang the Secretary,I felt so stupid, but we had a laugh about it when I walked embarassedly in.  Dave just needed his medication checking and the Doctor wanted to practise her English, so it was all good.  But of course, there was no train for Dave to catch home, I had to get to work at my Friday Cleaning jobs and there was fog everywhere, so we had the complicated arrangement he’d go home and I’d ring when I needed collecting, then drop him off at home and go on to my next job.

When I arrived, it was to find that I’d made another blunder. In cleaning last time, I’d cleaned the tiles in the bathroom, but had missed in spots where there were flecks where it had dried.  Lecture. So I went into nice mode. She was obviously in a strop, went out the door to walk the dog  without a bye.  So there was I sulking and ranting to myself, then  realised I could choose to get over it, so I did.  Then I had a text from my daughter, nasty wasp sting, the mothering kicks in, but what could I do so far away, frustrating? Finished, I walked down the hill and found a Five Euro note – Thanks God, was that a well done for not acting like a five-year old for once????????

The next jobs were ok, but a bit rushed.  Then I got a phonecall.  Some friends of us are going through a messy divorce, and the wife seems to be creating problems.  The husband wants me to go and witness for him about various things she’s said, which to me don’t seem true.  So I agreed, but knowing at the same time, Dave and I don’t know the whole truth, only they do.  But we have to be here for friends. I was as one would say, ‘bricking it’.  I rang Dave and said you’ve got to come with me, I cant do it alone, and for once he said yes straight away. It wouldn’t be right to turn up in court with this husband without Dave if you see what I mean. I was scared, what could it mean for us here, would it threaten us?  In court, in German, I could get stitched up. All a bit paranoid.  So as I drove back to Tamsweg, again I knew I could let this fear ruin my weekend and my life.  So I tried to rationalise and it came to me, maybe when she hears we’ll testify, she may back down and it’ll come to nothing.  My peace returned.

I then had to meet my boss of all my cleaning jobs.  Its been an issue since I started that while I was contracted for 15 hours, there wasn’t that much work. Maybe my fault, I could have looked for extra jobs, but as far as I felt  able, I’ve been doing these jobs well and I wont lie about the hours. But there is a backlog. End of discussion, I have to work a couple of morning extra a week until Christmas then we’ll be square.  Fine. Funny, I’d had it in the back of the mind that I could do more work – God preparing me?  Of course it wasnt until I was home I remembered on these days, I’d been due to have my part-time dog-arrgggggghhhhhhhh!

So I got home feeling a bit world weary, to ring my best mate here, to find one of her horses had had an attack of colic and the vet was saying he may have to be put down. I’ve been there, my horse, Monty was also prone to it -turned  out it was cancer. Oh, I felt so for her, but she was getting a second opinion, the morning would tell.

I still had to pick up Linda from where she works in the local Bookshop, and as I told her, I kept it all light and stressed how I was thrilled with the Fiver, it was all ok.  Am I growing up at last?????