Tag: Jesus

  • Letters to God: A New Chapter

    Dear God,

    As this first year of retirement wraps up, I am filled with gratitude for Your guidance to another new chapter in the book of my life. I thought I knew what I was supposed to be doing, but for the most part, I think my motives were off, and I was not serving others enough. The next pages leading to the right ending were written by You, the Author of life, of my life. I need only to ask for your direction, and I trust that the reveal of only one sentence or paragraph at a time is enough. I know that You will do “immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine” (Ephesians 3:20).

    As we were singing in worship at church in early October, the young woman next to me touched my shoulder and said that You had spoken to her heart that I needed prayer. I was both amazed and taken aback at first, and I replied that I had been asking You for direction in the use of my time and talents in my retirement. Jenna prayed quietly for me amidst the music in the room. I thanked her and returned to singing in worship.

    Minutes later, You whispered to my heart, “Substitute teaching.”  Responding to my internal protest, You provided further confirmations:

    1. As Pastor Seth later wrapped up his message, he challenged us that following You, Jesus, often involves getting uncomfortable. Comfort is a tool of the Enemy. If You prompt us to do something difficult, we should do it, or we miss out on Your best.
    2. Four days later, Numbers 13 of Your Word spoke to me as I was reminded of the consequences of fear. The Israelites were prevented from entering the Promised Land due to their own fear of giants and fortified cities. (Only Joshua and Caleb wanted to proceed.) All the people wandered the wilderness for forty years. I get it! Faith over fear!

    An additional prompt: It’s been forty years since I was a teacher.

    I trust in Your plans and that You will work in ways at which I can only guess. You will overcome my concerns. God, You got me devoted to taking the steps to teach in a small local school district, and to find resources to help me make it a good day, an encouraging and educational day for students, when I fill in for their teacher.

    I plan on subbing just a couple of days a week, and with travels that will take me away at times, my availability is sometimes limited, but any difference You want me to make, anyone with whom You want me to connect, anything You want me to teach or to learn, Your timing will be perfect. I can see some “giants”, but even if Your purpose is for me to encourage one kid on one day, it will be enough. I trust You that in this new chapter, I don’t need to know the reason or what is on the next page.

    Proverbs 3:5-6. “Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”

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    Friends and readers, my new format of writing to God–instead of about God–is something that He drew me to in my writing, after weeks of not writing anything. I have been focused on preparing to teach, all the while wondering why I had lost my desire to write.

    My previous motivation to write was wrong. I got discouraged by low views and nearly zero likes in the blog. I meant to glorify God through developing my ideas, and He did help me along with my words, but feeling like I was wasting my time without many readers was really about myself.

    Writing to the One who blessed me with the gift of words and ideas prevents me (prayerfully) from writing and posting for the wrong reasons. I have also turned off the viewing of statistics.

    All that matters is glorifying God and enjoying what He has given me. Period.

    Have a blessed New Year!

  • The Edmund Fitzgerald Shipwreck: A Timeline and Eternal Lesson

    It was fifty years ago, but I remember it well. I am one of the 29 men aboard the SS Edmund Fitzgerald. It is November 10, 1975. (I am a fictional representation of any man who lost his life in the wreck of the largest freighter in the Great Lakes.)

    November 9, 1975

     At 2:20 pm, we depart from Superior, Wisconsin with 26,116 tons of iron ore. Nine minutes later, gale warnings are issued.

    November 10, 1975

    My captain, Ernest McSorley, began communicating yesterday with another ship on a similar course: the SS Arthur M. Anderson, captained by Jesse Cooper. The Anderson trails us by around 16, and later 10, miles.  Along the way, they talk about the dangerous weather and how to navigate their course to keep their ship and crew safe.

    3:30 pm: Our captain reports some damage, including topside, and he has the pumps going for our “Mighty Fitz”.

     4:30 pm: The beacon and light at Whitefish Point in Michigan are reported to out of operation.

     4:39 pm: The National Weather Service predicts winds gusting to 60 knots and waves 8 to 16 feet.

     6 pm: The Anderson is struck by waves of over 25 feet. It sustained damage but was okay.

    7:10 pm: The two captains are communicating about navigation. My ship has lost both radars and has a bad tilt. The 22-foot waves are pouring over the deck.

     Captain Cooper hears the last words that my captain will ever speak: “We are holding our own.”

     As dread fills my heart that I will be drowning, I think about what I heard from a Christian friend whose invitations to church I had always rejected. He had told me that we are all sinners. Sin separates us from God, so we can never be in His presence (in Heaven) until our sin is forgiven, redeemed, washed away. God is so loving and merciful that He sent His Son, Jesus, to die a painful death on the cross to redeem us of sin. It is a free gift, not born of works, but we must willingly humble ourselves and accept it.

     Water coming in from the cargo hold pools around my feet. I become unbalanced as the ship lists–tilts to one side.

    I call out to God, and I mean it: “I am a sinner in need of forgiveness. I believe that Jesus is Your Son, He died and rose again, and I receive Him as my Lord and Savior.”

    A sense of love and peace begin to reduce my fear.

     7:15 pm:  Near Whitefish Point in Lake Superior, my ship disappears from the radar of the Anderson. More than an hour later, the Coast Guard begins to search.

     7:55 pm: The Anderson tells the Coast Guard they have lost visual and radar sight of the Edmund Fitzgerald. It is later found in two pieces.

    A Beautiful Place for Me. And For You?

     Like all of the good, hard-working men, I drowned. Only my body was left, like an empty wrapper with no substance, but I found myself separated from it, in a place of beauty and peace. I came to be with Jesus, with God, a fulfillment of the promise of an eternity in Heaven for those of us who accept salvation through Jesus, even in our final moments.

    I am grateful to God that I had just enough time to secure my eternal life. And when I think about my life on the earth, I wonder how much more joyful and peaceful it would have been if I had put aside my pride or my schedule and gone to church with that Christian friend—and humbled myself enough to realize that Jesus is “the way, the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father except through (Him)” (John 14:6).

     I also wonder, though I don’t despair–because there is no despair where I am now–what if I had died so suddenly that I had no time to reconcile with God? I would be suffering eternally, separated from hope.

     If you do not call Jesus your Lord and Savior, I urge you to think about my* experience. You never know when time will run out.

    *This could have been the experience of one or more of the crew on the doomed freighter. I (blog author) used creative license for an illustrative scenario that I could imagine as I listened to Gordon Lightfoot’s song and did some research.

     Scripture references:

    John 14:6

    Romans 3:23

    Romans 6:23

    Romans 10:9

    John 3:16

    Ephesians 2:8-9

    Edmund Fitzgerald Timeline — S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald Online

    Audio recording of the Anderson communicating with the Coast Guard:

    Gordon Lightfoot’s song:

    How the song came to be and how it became a cultural phenomenon:

    Gordon Lightfoot’s Song: How it became a cultural phenomenon