Do JUSTICE

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God commands us to ‘do justice‘, to ‘seek justice‘, to ‘bring justice‘- what then, IS ‘justice?’

Many might think it’s involving civil law, letting the law, police and courts resolve an issue.

But when God tells us to do something, shouldn’t it be important that we know what He means?

JUSTICE.

The Bible warns that “evil men do not understand justice” (Proverbs 28:5).

This word ‘justice’ keeps coming up.

“The righteous care about justice for the poor, but the wicked have no such concern” (Proverbs 29:7)

Justice in its simplest form, means to set things right. Yet, how do we know what is right? Who defines “right”?

Therein lies the problem. The world has its definition, and God has His.

How we determine our understanding of this word, ‘justice‘ will lead to our acting on this word-which illustrates ‘whom’ we serve.

Micah 6:8 (ESV) “He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?”

Right away at first glance, we see the word JUST. Only God is just. He is holy, loving, compassionate, and a just God-a God of justice.

He is all about restoration, putting things back as right things that were wronged.

As followers of Christ, the answer is simple. Our sense of justice is instilled in us by our Creator God. He is loving, kind, and merciful and also righteous, holy, and just.

Biblical justice is the enactment of God’s nature. It means confronting evil and making right that which is wrong.

The more we hear the voice of God-by reading His Word, and talking with Him in prayer, the closer we walk with Him.

We learn His ways.

“The Rock, His work is perfect, for all his ways are justice. A God of faithfulness and without iniquity, just and upright is he,” (Deuteronomy 32:4).

The more time we spend with Him, we learn of His character. The more we learn of His character the more we learn what to do- by His example.

Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne; steadfast love and faithfulness go before you,” (Psalm 89:14).

Driven by the compassion of Christ, we pursue injustice to bring about justice– to right the wrongs of evil.

God has given us the command to ‘do justice‘.

When we see someone in need- who is hungry, in need of clothing, IN NEED OF JESUS- we are to ‘do justice.’

When we ‘see’, and know to do, but do not ‘do’, we are adding to the injustice, and disobeying our God.

Isaiah 1:17 (ESV) “learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow’s cause.”

The problem of poverty and homelessness is not the governments responsibility, but the Church’s. God has called US as His followers, to distribute to those in need.

When are we going to line up to His Word, Church?

Do justice.

In closing, I will share an excerpt from ‘Generous Justice by Timothy Keller’.

At the end of this excerpt, I’ll add in our website link and way to contribute to a global vision the Lord has given us. If you’d like to become part of the solution to helping homelessness and poverty, to ‘do justice‘ we would be grateful.

‘In the Scripture, gifts to the poor are called “acts of righteousness,” as in Matthew 6:1-2.

Not giving generously, then, is not stinginess but unrighteousness, a violation of God’s law.

In the book of Job, we see Job call every failure to help the poor a sin, offensive to God’s splendor (Job 31:23) and deserving of judgment and punishment (v. 28).

Remarkably, Job is asserting that it would be a sin against God to think of his goods as belonging to himself alone.

To not “share his bread” and his assets with the poor would be unrighteous, a sin against God, and therefore by definition a violation of God’s justice.’

(‘Generous Justice by Timothy Keller, Riverhead Books a member of Penguin Group (USA), Inc.’ https://relevantmagazine.com/god/practical-faith/what-biblical-justice)

If you are compelled to do justice and get involved, we invite you to learn more of our ministry, Helping The Homeless, a 501 (C) 3 non profit.

We believe we have the blueprint to change the face of homelessness and less fortunate one person at a time. Pastor Wendy, Founder

Helping The Homeless Ministry website

(on website, click on ‘giving’ then before finalizing, add comment ‘Camp Restoration Fund’)

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Little Children’s Imaginary ‘Friends’ Have Spiritual Purpose

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Often times, little children have imaginary ‘friends’.

To them, they ‘see’ their ‘friends’ as real people. They confide in them. They are content for hours spending time with them.

They talk with them, eat with them, play with them- as if they are REAL people.

Little children are given great imaginations by God! They love to sit on the floor and pretend real life situations and act them out.

They make up stories, acting out with dolls, or toy cars, or they ‘play’ house or doctor, policeman, cowboy etc.

Many times when my children were little, they’d say “Mommy, come play with me!”

And quickly they’d assign me a position-a role to act out “You be the mommy, I’ll be the baby.”

Without effort on their part, they’d come up with the most natural conversations as they play-acted. But for me, it was not as easy to ‘pretend’ anymore as a grown up.

I loved watching my children play alone content with their ‘imaginary friends.’

They’d be oblivious to me standing in the doorway,observing their conversations, lost in play as if I was the invisible one and their ‘friend’ was more real than me.

I believe God gave little children the gift of imagination, and especially imagination friends for a reason.

It teaches them at a young age to be comfortable with themselves talking out loud to an ‘invisible’ yet very important figure in their life they believe to be real.

Colossians 1:15 (NLT) “Christ is the visible image of the invisible God. He existed before anything was created and is supreme over all creation”

The gift of a childlike imagination is from God. Children have innate unquestionable faith. They ‘see’ with the pure, undefiled eyes of faith.

Playtime for a little child with an unseen ‘real’ friend, is prayer preparation time with an unseen REAL God!

I believe God gave little children the gift of imaginary friends to allow them to grow comfortable talking out loud to their unseen friend/s, so that without question they will be able to ‘see’ Jesus, and talk with God whom they can’t see, but know is there.

When we ‘see’ Jesus as our real, personal living friend- when we become comfortable as as child talking with Him openly and anything and everything- we will ‘become as a child.’

“And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” (Matthew 18:3)

Mothers Day Front Porch Blessing

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Mothers Day Front Porch Blessing
There’s something profound that happens when a seed is planted into the ground.

It’s not something we can easily explain because it involves faith, something we can be sure of, even while we can not see the end at the beginning.

It also involves different elements and conditions.  The type of soil the seed is planted into, the surroundings that are around the seed, even the expectations of the one who planted the seed.

The seed- it’s just a seed.

And- there are MANY  different types of seed.

It’s full of possibilities.  It’s full of potential…

Potential to ‘be’ what it was designed to be. 

But a seed unplanted?  It is just a seed… it’s unborn potential of what ‘might‘ be…

But imagine for a moment how far reaching that one tiny seed could travel once it IS planted! 

You see, the ‘seed’ was programmed to reproduce after its own kind.

Every single form of life, God created uniquely and miraculously within itself, the potential seed to reproduce after its own kind. 



The tomato plant bears tomatoes.  Within the tomato are… you guessed it…seeds. 

Seeds of potential that, if planted, will reproduce more tomatoes.

But what would happen if, say, the tomato seed was never planted?  
Let’s say, for purpose of illustration, the tomato seed was placed inside an envelope, and stored away in a dresser drawer for years…

The little seed, intended for so much more life to bring… remains only just a seed… a seed of possibility, a seed of potential… but never realized it’s purpose.

Today, I want to suggest the amazing POWER that is concealed with the seed of our thoughts, our words, and our prayers for our children.

As a mother of three different, uniquely individually talented and gifted children, I was challenged.

I was challenged in planting the seeds of hope for my children in the garden of my heart.  

See, I had to realize the gifts within each of my children, and recognize each one is unique in their own right. 
And I had to weed out the garden of my heart with prayer. 
I had to protect and nurture the environment in which the seeds of their lives were planted…

And like each seed we plant in our gardens, each child take time to grow it’s roots into the soil of life, even before the ‘plant’ from the seed raises to the surface!

When a seed is planted, it’s thrust into the darkness of the soil. 
It’s covered up.  
It’s not seen.  
It’s seemingly isolated, and alone.  

But just like when the fertilized seed is planted into the womb is unseen, in a dark place… the seed planted in the soil is unseen, in a dark place.

But it’s the thoughts, words and prayers we give towards the seeds that help them develop.  

God’s Word in Jeremiah 29:11 says “for I know the thoughts I have towards you, sayeth the Lord, thoughts of good and not of evil, thoughts to prosper you and not to harm you.”



When we put our faith in the Word of God, cling to it, trust in it, BELIEVE it, no matter what we see, hear, think, imagine, feel… and when we keep confessing what God’s Word says, the unseen realm changes the seen realm.

Something happens in the soil of our heart.  

A confidence in what God is doing takes over the uncertainty of what we are not seeing.

When we add in the POWERFUL fertilizer of prayer, oh my!  

God watches over His Word and performs it!  GOD  is the miracle grow for our seed!

He will cause those things that are not as though they are!

His plans that He alone deposited into the seed of our children’s life begins to unfold, and our family garden begins to bear much fruit, bursting with flavor and variety!

This Mothers Day,  May 2017, my three blessings demonstrated their love towards me in their own unique way.  

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The seeds planted into the lives of our children when they were babies have grown into a beautiful, loving, blooming garden of life.

Our son, who is self employed with a busy Handyman business that specializes in flooring, ceramic tile and bath remodels,  hand delivered me beautiful flowers.  



And he spent time with me. For him, the sacrifice of time away from his growing business was a huge gift!  
I’m STILL enjoying the beautiful flowers!

Our last born daughter Morganne Grace and her husband Asa blessed us with invitation of their college graduations on the same day.   They are newlyweds of 17 months.


They graduated from BOTH colleges debt free!  They treated us to lunch with them afterwards… gifted me with a meaningful card and thoughtful practical gift that was on my ‘wish list’.

And our first born daughter, Helen Page, who lives four and 1/2 hours from us- oh my- it’s hard on a momma being separated from your child- even though they are grown and independent!

She sent me a Mothers Day blessing that greeted me today on my front porch… which inspired me to write today’s blog… 
When I arrived home from healing service today, a package that was assembled by Helen awaited me with much forethought, time and creativity…  and will keep reproducing…


Each gift of love came from seeds of love that were planted years ago, watered with thought, God’s Word, and much prayer.



And these seeds?  Our children? 

They continue to reproduce after their own kind.

I’m grateful to God for a full garden. 

I’m grateful for the variety of uniqueness in my children.  

I’m thankful to God that He directs the seeds of our children to grow, prosper, bless, and bring in a rich harvest, each in their own individuality, uniquely special way.

And I’m eternally grateful to stand beside this incredible man, my soul mate and high school sweetheart, ministry partner and husband to watch God’s love continue to reproduce in the seed of our marriage.

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Being a mother is not always an easy ‘job’.  
Pain is associated with the joys that come with the title ‘mom’… 
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When we open our hearts to a newborn baby, we become vulnerable to heartache.  
Sacrifice begins, and never truly ends. 
As the baby grows, into an active demanding toddler, we wonder if we will ever sleep.  
Then toddler grows into a school aged child- and we wonder how we will survive the separation of child leaving us, if only for a few hours a day- and hold back the tears, adjusting to ‘sharing’ our child with the teacher…
Then teen years come- and for some, additional children may follow the one- so that the juggling of emotions become more skilled- how can we possibly love another child the same?  
We realize we can’t.  Our love for each is unique.
Many of the child-rearing milestones we reach come with a price… 
They fall. They get hurt. They become sick. They get rebellious. They make mistakes.  They grow into people.
You spend sleepless nights when they are late coming home, waiting for the phone to ring or the front door to squeak open… holding your breath until they are finally home. 
They exhibit a strong will, sometimes a stubborn streak, and they go a different direction than the plan you envisioned for them…
You cry yourself to sleep many a night, until you realize it’s better to trust God for them, and then you spend much time on your knees, in prayer.  
Then they grow up. 
They leave for college, but you soon realize they never really come ‘home’ again. 
You were not prepared for this.
Or were you preparing for this allaling, from the very beginning?
They move on and move out.   They come home to ‘visit’ and leave again. 
They get married. They move away. And they get busy living their life, independent and successful. 
And as proud as you are of them, you miss them. 
 You miss the sounds of their little feet running up and down the stairs… you miss the slamming of doors and sweet hugs and goodnight kisses. 
You miss them climbing in your lap, asking you to read the book ‘just one more time, mommy!’ 
You miss the walks in the parks, the swings and the slides.  You miss their mastering accomplishments, beaming with pride.
You miss cheering for them at soccer games, encouraging them at cross country meets.
You miss the squeaky missed notes of instruments & voice while rehearsing a song, and applauding them at band concerts and choral concerts. 
You miss all of their friends coming by the house, some staying overnights… 
You find yourself adjusting from a full, boisterous house of five + to a quiet home of two… 
And then somehow, you adjust again to how it all began…just the two of you, only different.  
Part of yourself is no longer nearby.
But the joys of motherhood, with all the heartaches, is only one part of my life, indescribable. 

I come to realize that motherhood IS joy.  Joy is a state of being, not a feeling.
Joy doesn’t change because if our emotions, or circumstances.
Being a mother, with all the hurts, and fears, brings indescribable joy.
A joy that is not to be wasted.  A joy that is a privilege and a cause for praise.
I have dear friends who long for this experience & my heart aches for them. I pray for them, and try not to take my blessings for granted. 
I am far away from being an expert, or a ‘perfect’ Mom.  I have made many mistakes as a mother, tried to ‘figure it all out’ while raising our three, while trying to figure out life in general. 
Not easy. But- I have come to realize, as imperfect as I am, that I was the ‘perfect choice’ as mother to my three, because you know why?
Because God chose me.
And that???
THAT is the main thing I’ve never figured out- 
God, You have given me the absolute BEST gift ever- of being chosen to be the mother of Douglas Roundy Jr, Helen Roundy and Morganne Skinner, and now You’ve given me another son, through marriage, Asa Skinner.  
I can’t comprehend the love of God, in that He blessed me, undeserving me, to marry my high school sweetheart, Doug Roundy…
Or how God blessed us to grow an amazing family, with each of our quirks, and shortcomings, yet also with each of our unique talents and abilities, and hearts desires.
God, You somehow created us imperfect people perfectly, and formed us together into a family, to do life together.  
It’s part of Your perfect plan, even though in part, we don’t really understand.
As Mothers Day 2017 comes to a close, I ponder all the myriads of emotions, and memories collectively over the years of being a mother- and I say Thank You God, for choosing me for the best ‘job.’
The best ‘job’ in all the world, is being chosen by God to mother my children, the 3 +1.  
As a mother, I’ve learned what unconditional love looks like.
It’s the picture of God’s love.
It endures with patience and serenity, its being kind and thoughtful.
Unconditional love is not being jealous or envious;  does not brag and is not proud or arrogant. 
It is not rude; it is not self-seeking, it is not provoked nor overly sensitive and easily angered.
Unconditional love does not take into account a wrong endured. 
It does not rejoice at injustice, but rejoices with the truth when right and truth prevail. 
Unconditional love bears all things regardless of what comes, believes all things, looking for the best in each one.
Unconditional love hopes all things-remaining steadfast during difficult times, endures all things without weakening.

Unconditional love never fails, it never fades nor ends. 
 

Her smile was worth waiting for…

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Doesn’t matter how many times I see pictures like this… my heart stirs every time with love for the incredible people of Africa, and longing to be back… and soon I will be back! I return this year, the end of August.

My ❤ is for Africa … and her smile was worth waiting for..  Her name is Malaika, or, ‘Angel’ in English.  She was ‘dirt poor’ but ‘heart rich.’   Her tummy wasn’t full of food, but her heart was full of love.  Her stick & mud hut with a thatch roof wasn’t full of toys, but it was full of joy.  One thing that I’ve witnessed about these precious people, they have a deep sense of family bonding, and community.

Malaika is only 9 years old, but she was a ‘mother’ to this little one on her back.  She was devoted to the care of her brother, and did a great job of it.

While I was in Gulu, Uganda February 2017, with the Joyce Meyer’s Ministries “Hand of Hope”, she caught my eye.  Primarily because the first few times I was drawn to her, she kept her distance, and did NOT smile, not even a hint.  Several days there, she’d come by the ministry tent I was serving in, and hover around, listening.  I always smiled at her, hoping to engage her.

Finally, on the third day, she was still there, (a local whose family lived in the bush in neighboring village), when I had my camera in hand, she paused.  I held the camera out to her, saying ‘kamera?  Picha?’  Which in English is, Camera, Picture. Or Photo.   So, she nodded her head, stopped and posed.

But didn’t smile.  Not at first.  Like the previous days, she just starred at me.  (Later I was told by my interpreter that I was the first ‘white’ person she’s ever seen.) So, I made a face back at her, similar to the expression she had on hers, which is just like the one of her baby brother on her back’s face, and then stuck out my tongue, and laughed…and that’s when she smiled at me!

She followed me over to the ministry tent, cause I asked her if she wanted a ‘treat.’   While there, I had my interpreter help me in finding out if she had received Jesus as her Lord and Savior, and she hadn’t.  Praise God!  She was open, and since she had heard me preach the gospel multiple times before, and because she heard me sharing my testimony many times before, she was ready.  Faith came to her in the hearing of the Word!  (Romans 10:17 ‘Now, faith comes by hearing, and hearing of the Word of God.’ I enjoyed thoroughly praying with her after taking her picture,  and then was successful in leading her to Jesus!!!   Oh, how I enjoyed that!  That, and giving her sweets …though Jesus is the sweetest sweet ever!

I can’t tell you all enough how THANKFUL I am to you all who support our ministries, because without your help, people like Malaika may never get to hear the gospel, or have opportunity to receive Jesus as their Lord and Savior!    THANK YOU for helping to send me to Gulu, Uganda!  THANK YOU for your faithful prayers!  THANK YOU for your caring and partnering with us!  YOU MATTER!  Your support matters!  Thank you so much!

 

Love,

 

Wendy