Leaving a Legacy

My parents were outstanding examples of two people in love with the Lord. They became active in their church and served together for 30 years until their health gave out. They left our family the legacy of their personal commitment and faithful service to the Lord.

Their devotion to the Lord came later in life. I grew up attending church on a not-so-regular basis. If my memory is correct, the church taught that if you became a member and took communion twice a year, you would go to heaven. Our family did the minimum; we wanted to make it into heaven. Unfortunately, our church was lifeless. My heart ached for more.

My mom, too, longed for more. She’d watch Billy Graham Crusades on television and share with me what she learned. We both decided we needed to search for the truth. We started attending a small church in our neighborhood. Friendly people welcomed us, and services were lively. We heard about accepting the Lord into our hearts and lives and developing a relationship with Him. We found Christ!

A year later, my dad accepted the Lord into his life. Our motto changed from, “Let’s just get into heaven” to, “What else can we do for our Lord?” My parents and I became involved and supported the church with our finances.

Years later, after moving 500 miles away, my husband and I stayed in my parents’ home when we visited. Their faithfulness touched my heart as I’d listen to them pray at their kitchen table and call out the names of their children, grandchildren, and former foster children to the Lord. They asked God to take care of their family and draw them close to Him.

I, too, wish to leave a legacy for my children and grandchildren. I want others to remember me as a person of faith who walked in the Spirit of Christ; a woman who loved the Lord with all her heart and found joy in worshipping Him and bringing Him glory; and a follower of Christ who loved her family, prayed for them and others daily, and believed God would move on their behalf with blessing upon blessing.

Who inspired you? A relative, pastor, Bible teacher, or someone else? What legacy are you hoping to leave?

But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:20-21, ESV

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My Story—Part Two

My story continues with part two—one year later. (See My Story—April 11, 2020.) My soon-to-be husband sang in a Southern Gospel quartet, and the group was singing at a church near our home one Saturday evening. My mom and I knew this would be a wonderful opportunity to invite Dad to church with us. We’d invited him several times over the year, but he believed it was nonsense to go to church so often. We felt certain he would want to hear Kenn sing, because Dad loved music. With all of us working hard to persuade him, he caved and agreed to go with us.

Dad enjoyed the singing, but the rest of the service was too much for him. An older gentleman stood to preach a quick message and held up a newborn baby with one hand as he walked back and forth at the front of the church. I guess Dad thought the preacher might drop the baby.

“I will never go to church with you again,” my dad said after we arrived home. “Those people are crazy!” He meant it, too.

The Lord had other plans. Although Dad said he wouldn’t go again, the following morning he dressed for church and attended with Mom and me.

I’m not sure if he received the Lord into his life that day or later. But once Dad committed his life to the Lord, he didn’t stop attending church or serving the Lord daily. In fact, when he retired from his regular job, the church became the place where he spent his days volunteering, doing everything he could do to serve the Lord. He served as the church’s clerk and in other capacities for thirty years, and he took to heart Psalm 100:2.

Worship the Lord with gladness. Come before him, singing with joy.

My earliest memory of him was sitting in his lap as a young child combing his hair. As I grew older, I remember him dancing and singing around the house and acting silly. I’m sure I didn’t think he was all that funny as a teenager, but as an adult, I loved his enthusiasm for life. Last week, when my husband told me I’m as silly as my dad was, it brought a smile to my face. I am like him.

In his sixties he took part in a video skit with his church’s music department. Dad was not a talented singer, but he liked to have fun. The skit ended with four men singing a song called “Moving on up to Glory.” The song was beautiful! However, they weren’t singing; it was a recording of the Cathedral Quartet. Dad and the other men were only lip syncing, but it appeared that these four tone-deaf men had become an overnight success. It was this same song that played in the background when Dad took his last breath. He moved on up to Glory to dance and praise the Lord as I held his hand ten years ago. I miss you, Daddy!

Let them praise his name with dancing and make music to him with timbrel and harp.

Psalm 149:3, NIV

Father, I’m thankful for Christ’s death, resurrection, and new life in Him. I pray that each person who reads this blog post has received or will receive new life in Christ. Draw them to You, Lord. May each person surrender their hearts to You and make You the Lord of their lives. In Jesus’s name. Amen.

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My Story

Other than God’s Word, there’s no better way to proclaim the miracle of the cross than to share our personal story of when Christ’s death and resurrection changed our lives. Here’s my story.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.

Psalm 23:4, ESV

Depression became my foe while alone in a hotel room. My friend had plans without me, which meant I spent the day with nothing to do. My depression felt like death. When I found a Bible in the drawer, I read Psalm 23 and hoped the words “for you are with me” were true. I prayed and asked God to help me get my life on the right track, because misery awaited me if I didn’t make essential changes.

I grew up believing I was a Christian—attended church, could quote the Ten Commandments, and believed in God. What more was there?

After graduating from high school, I headed the wrong way in life. I didn’t hang out with the “obedient kids,” which distressed my parents. For three years I tried to find myself and discovered I needed to focus more on the Lord.

Two months after praying in the hotel room, my mom and I started attending a nearby church. On our first visit, I decided I was where I needed to be, but fear held me back. What did God want from me? The church was beginning a series of evangelistic revival services, and we discussed whether we should attend. We were both terrified they might call us up to the front of the church. But we went anyway.

On the final night of the revival, something happened inside me. But during the prayer time at the end of the service, my mom looked at me and said, “If you go forward to pray, I’ll die of embarrassment!” I responded, “I’m not going up to the front of the church—don’t worry!” We both knew we needed to pray and accept Christ into our lives, but neither of us wanted to take the first step.

After a restless week because of the Holy Spirit’s conviction, I looked at Mom the following Sunday during prayer and said, “I have to go to the front, now!” She nodded, because the Holy Spirit had moved in her heart too. I hurried forward and met Jesus that day. He became my Lord and Savior. I realized that in my head I’d assumed I was a Christian because I believed in God, but I didn’t know Him in my heart. On that Sunday, Jesus became my everything, and I confessed Him as my Lord. I began a lifelong relationship with Him, and later in the week, my mom too, received Christ into her heart and life.

Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from
the dead, you will be saved.

Romans 10:9, ESV

Have you decided to follow Christ? Do you believe in your heart, and not just in your head, God raised Jesus from the dead? My prayer for you today is that your story is like my story and you, too, can say “Jesus is my Lord.”

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7 Reasons to Attend Church

A believer friend of mine doesn’t attend church. She told me she feels uncomfortable when she goes. She believes others in attendance look down on her. Our conversation caused me to ponder this question: why attend church? I’ve listed seven reasons that are important to me.

God Asks Us To

People in Old and New Testament times gathered together in temples to worship God. God’s Word calls us to do the same.

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.
(Hebrews 10:25)

Worship God

We could stream our favorite preachers and worship services, but as we read above, the Lord wants us to come together to worship Him.

So the name of the Lord will be declared in Zion and his
praise in Jerusalem when the peoples and the kingdoms
assemble to worship the Lord.
(Psalm 102:21-22)

Hear God’s Word and Grow Our Faith

Paul gave instructions to Timothy. If Timothy was told to publicly preach, Paul expected people to hear. Through hearing the Word, our faith grows.

Until I come, devote yourself to the public reading of Scripture,
to preaching and to teaching.
(1 Timothy 4:13)

Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the
message is heard through the word about Christ.
(Romans 10:17)

Grow in Our Walk with the Lord

As we hear and apply God’s Word, we grow in righteousness. The more we grow, the better we prepare ourselves to serve others.

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness.
(2 Timothy 3:16) 

So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip his people for works of service,
so that the body of Christ may be built up.
(Ephesians 4:11-12)

Use Our Gifts to Serve Others

Each of us is an important part of the body of Christ. God planned for us to come together to use our gifts to help one another. There is a satisfaction and fulfillment that comes when we serve others and use our spiritual gifts.

A spiritual gift is given to each of us so we can help each other.
(1 Corinthians 12:7, NLT)

Fellowship with Other Believers

Church offers us a community of fellow believers. We gather to not only worship together and serve one another but to encourage, pray, and love others. Even though we may not always agree with one another, we learn to work through our differences and bring glory to God.

They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship,
to the breaking of bread and to prayer.
(Acts 2:42)

Teach Our Children to Love the Church

Growing up, my family did not attend church often. This is something my parents regretted when they grew older and accepted Christ into their lives. I am the only one of four children who attends church regularly.

Start children off on the way they should go, and even when
they are old they will not turn from it.
(Proverbs 22:6)

What are your reasons to attend church? Please share below in the comment section.

Scripture is from the NIV unless noted.

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