Jan 152014
 

Pearls in her handsSomewhere in time, a hand is cradling within its palm, dozens of priceless, living pearls.  The hand lifts and the pearls are cast into a wilderness area containing nothing but sand, scorpions, cactus and dogs digging for bones.

 The wind blows and buries the pearls in the hot sandy desert.  The pearls can’t help but wonder why the hand cast them into the wilderness.  The sand is harsh and painful.  Making the most of a bad situation, the pearls await their deliverance.

Mar 182011
 
Church building

Hey! Here’s a good one …

After inquiring about a ministry project that a fellow minister was working on, I received a stream of excuses about why they had not progressed since the last time I’d asked.

First it was that the devil was beating them up. (Amazingly, this had been occuring every three months, for three months at a time, for the past ten years) I finally just stopped asking about the battle.

This time it was a new approach. After having asked a few key questions about why the devil was so busy beating them up, I heard a different line of reasoning that pertained to their cautious approach and indecisiveness in how to proceed next.

Mar 182011
 
Shannon as a child

Perhaps the most unsettling thing I’ve encountered in my Christian walk has been thinking that I had something figured out – only to discover there was ‘more to the story’.

As a young Baptist girl, I was taught the belief of “once saved, always saved.” That blanket statement stayed with me for years – even though that wasn’t even logical. I believed it and that was it. I trusted everything they told me in church .  After all, they said it was “God’s Word.”