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Words! Words! Words!

Sometimes they are good and sometimes they are bad. Sometimes useful and sometimes not so much. Sometimes kind and caring, but others are hurtful and unkind. I have been thinking about words a lot lately. Can you tell? 😊

My Sister, Rae Jean, who lives with us, just dearly loves to have me read to her. Sure, she can read, and books are always available, but she always prefers for me to read aloud. She almost always says, “I remember when Mother used to sit down and read to Geniece (another sister) and me when we were really little. I love to be read to!” So, we have been doing a lot of reading these past 15 months.

We’ve read all the Nancy Drew mysteries. (“Remember when we would walk from school to the Bentonville City Library and check out stacks of books every week?” [Actually, no, that, too, was Geniece. I was too young.] We’ve read, I believe, all the “Murder, She Wrote” books. Of course, Reader’s Digest magazine. Dear Friend/Sister Sharron saves her daily papers for us, since Rae Jean was used to having her daily paper to read.

I’d gotten rid of numbers of books when we moved from the ranch over across the lake to our retirement home. But recently I found one on my shelf I didn’t recollect. I pulled it down and offered to read to her. Though I remember reading Marjorie Holmes’ books, poetry, magazine columns, etc., I didn’t recall this particular book. I decided we’d read it, thinking perhaps it was one book that was left here in this house when we moved in.

Talk about a surprise! I opened up You and I and Yesterday and found the following inscription:

Christmas 1974

Dear Nana,

      We hope you enjoy this book. Marjorie Holmes is one of my favorite writers. Have a Merry Christmas and many, many more!

Love,

Lonny and Katy
— (found treasure)

This was a book I had given to my Nana (grandmother) almost 50 years ago! I didn’t even know I had it! I think that when Rae Jean and Aunt Tez were selling Nana and Aunt Thelma’s home after they were gone, Rae Jean must have sent it in one of the number of boxes designated to go to us. Somehow it had missed the chopping block on our last move!

Funny thing. I don’t think I had ever read that book. Funnier yet, I’d totally forgotten about Marjorie Holmes. And so here we are now, about the age that Nana was when she received this book, reading about life in the “Good Old Days” when Marjorie was a child growing up in the small town of Storm Lake, Iowa, in the 1920s.


 That reminds me: this is 2024.

I’ve often talked about my great leap forward with the old New Year’s Resolutions conundrum. For many years, I, as do so many others, had assiduously sat down at the first of the year with the task of setting forth my New Year’s Resolutions. (Fanfare, please.) The problem, I realized some time ago, was that what I was actually doing was setting myself up for failure. Let’s face it, it’s going to take more than ink on a sheet of paper to perform all the resolutions that are on that list year after year after year….

 So several years ago I chose some scripture verses and used them as my touchstones of encouragement for the new year. My memory improved as I read them, usually, every morning and every night, and I am sure I am better for it. But THIS YEAR, this year, 2024, I have another plan. As I told our Ladies’ Bible Study group, I am taking one specific admonishment from the Bible, and I am using it as a framework to build my year on. Are you ready for this? I think you’ll love it a lot.

Speak the Truth in Love

  (It’s from Ephesians wherein our Ladies’ Bible Study is studying now. If you’d like to join us, we meet on a conference call Tuesday mornings from 9:00 to 11:00. We’ll be happy to send you the number.)   

 So many people are delighted to unload their take on world events, churches, other people… whatever. But they seldom have the truth, much less are they speaking in love. Those who are trying to browbeat other believers with their brilliance and erudition need a clearer understanding of Love. 


 I wish you a bright and happy New Year.

You’re invited to join me in my new motto, and “Speak the Truth in Love”.

(Or don’t speak at all.)

Home for the Holidays

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Home

Home. What a wonderful word. Just mentioning it brings thoughts of warm apple pies, a cheery fire in the winter, or maybe a family game of bocce ball in the summer. Just saying it feels good, doesn’t it?  

I have a friend who once said, “Home is where the mattress fits!” And I think we can just about all agree with that…there’s just no place like home! Especially on the holidays! Of course, we all know that there are places where people live together as families that don’t have that “homey” feeling. Where harsh words and abuse are the norm, rather than hugs and support. But what does the Bible tell us our homes are meant to be?

I would submit to you that the home is the first institution mentioned in the Bible. I think God did that on purpose to let us know that the home is the most important institution in His Creation. He didn’t create Adam and Eve and then give them the institution of the church, or the government, or even the Ten Commandments. He instituted the home. And in Deuteronomy, He gave us this admonition:

Thou shalt teach them (God’s commands) diligently unto thy children and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in the house; and when thou walkest in the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up…And thou shalt write them upon the post of thy house and on thy gates.
— Deuteronomy

Maybe that’s why the home is so important to God, because it is the very center of learning about God. It is our job to teach God personally, intimately, and continuously to our children, and not just to our children (or grandchildren) but to ourselves.

Perhaps this is something we should especially consider during the wonderful Advent Season and Christmas. I’m very pleased that our son’s family celebrates a Shepherd’s Supper on Christmas Eve, reading the true Christmas story, eating the foods that the shepherds might have eaten, sitting in their bathrobes in front of the fireplace with no electric lights. I think that is wonderful and meaningful. Do you have a family tradition to share with others? There must be a meaningfulness in the things we do, be it lighting the advent candles and reading the Bible, or softly singing Christmas carols. We can make this time rich, special, and memorable. We can make it homey.

I pray this Christmas will be a joy-filled, meaningful season in your life and in the lives of those you touch — neighbors, friends, relatives, or unknown folks in the stores or in the street. Let the joy of the season fill you to overflowing and then spill out to those around you.

Merry Christmas and a meaningful, happy new year to one and all!

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Lura K. Houk (Katy)

Think on These Things

Think on These Things

Think on These Things

I heard a story of a doctor who had completed a routine examination on a child when the mother mentioned her concern about her son’s craving for junk food. After thinking for a moment, the doctor asked the boy, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I want to be a doctor,” the boy replied.

“And what would you say to a boy whose mother complained about his wanting so much junk food?”

The boy quickly answered, “I’d say, ‘It’s all right, Son. I ate junk food when I was a kid and look at me now!’”

Mission Impossible: Time and Expectations

Mission Impossible: Time and Expectations

Mission Impossible: Time and Expectations

Hello, my friends, I know we are all getting geared up for a beautiful October morphing into a spectacular fall. Most people get to October and immediately equate it with Halloween. I don’t think, “October = Halloween”. I think “October = crisp apples, cider and donuts, beautifully colored leaves raining down like multi-colored blessings from above.” But then, that’s just me.

Shall We Talk?

Shall We Talk?

 Shall We Talk?

Do you ever talk to yourself? You know, I find I am talking to myself more and more, as I am reaching (ahem) my senior years. (As though I am still reaching…) (OK, let’s face it — I’m already there!) Sometimes just hearing words out loud makes an issue seem clearer. I’ve heard people say, “Of course, I talk to myself. I want to know the listener is intelligent.” Or my niece recently gave me a t-shirt which reads: “Sometimes I talk to myself. And then we both just laugh and laugh!”

Springtime & Sweet Water

Springtime & Sweet Water

Springtime

People sing “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” during the Christmas season, but I think spring is the most wonderful time of the year. Apparently, some think the months of spring are March, April, and May, but I think spring is still April, May, and June. Nothing revelatory or scientific there. Just, as the old timers used to say before I became one of them, “I feel it in my bones.”

That's Faith


The Substance of Things Hoped For

Five letters. Five little letters. If you are into Wordle, you know those five letters can lead to a multiple of answers, only one of which will be the correct one. The five-letter word I am talking about here is FAITH.

It seems like a small thing. It seems like a no-brainer for the professing Christian. It seems like an absolute for the sanctified believer. But it’s not always so simple, and it’s not always so small. Faith.

In a conversation, a woman was telling me how she had advised a fearful friend that if she exercised enough faith (in the saving God — not in her ability to believe), she could beat down her fears and apprehensions. She told her it was unnecessary to live with vague fears and premonitions and apprehensions, because they were of the evil one and not intended for believers. Right or wrong, good advice or flimsy, look at the advice from the view of the one receiving the admonition: the one who must continually work to have, lean toward, and pursue faith. For some, it is not an easy acquisition.

I found some notes of a sermon I heard at Daybreak Community Church, in Lexington, KY, a few years back. The pastor had made this observation:

“You are ill.  You go to your family doctor, who sends you to a specialist. You do not know this specialist. You have never seen him before, and, furthermore, you can’t even pronounce his name.

He tells you something you know nothing about and gives you a prescription that you can’t read for a sophisticated chemical compound that you don’t understand.

You take that prescription to a pharmacist you do not know, and whose last name does not even appear on his name tag. He gives you a medicine that you know absolutely nothing about and tells you how to use it. When you get home, without questioning, you take it as prescribed.

”That’s Faith.”
— Daybreak Community Church, Lexington, KY

Our Ladies’ Bible Study this morning was entitled, “Joy in Affliction”.  Where is your faith in time of affliction Let alone joy? This study is based on the joy-filled book of Philippians, but when you talk of joy in affliction, it must always come back to faith. And faith is the subject of Hebrews 11, whose writer penned:

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”
— Hebrews 11:1

Why not take a little time to read the short book of Philippians and the long chapter of Hebrews 11? Can you exercise faith in your affliction? Perhaps then you can also find joy in your faith. How’s that working for you?


Have a blessed May!

Happy Mother’s Day!