Heavy Lifter

We have a Savior built for difficult days. Today may be busy, probably a little crazy, but that’s okay. Jesus is a heavy lifter.

He is with us even in those busy, fast paced, hard, and difficult days. God wasn’t worried when Israel faced a river with Pharoah’s army trailing them. He wasn’t worried about stopping the orbit of the sun and moon for Joshua, because He made everything from the Sun He was stopping, to the child He was answering. He’s God enough to handle them, and Man enough to understand our fears.

The Spotless One faced Calvary, taking on the sins of the world to rescue us. He who had known no sin, became, not a sinner, but took on our sin and hung it on His cross. Jesus also knows what it’s like to face tasks that aren’t easy, and to defeat them.

So whether it encourages you that our problems are so small compared to Our Solution, Jesus; or it comforts you to know He knows how to face difficult battles, know this. You are important to Him, and from your smallest problem, to your biggest worry, they are more than on His radar. They are answered by the plan He has for you and I.

No matter what we face, we do not stand alone. He stands ever beside us, and always ready to provide for us. He is more than the bridge you need to get you to payday, or to answer the dream inside you. He is big enough to build you an everlasting testimony, one that conquers your today, makes better your tomorrow, and multiplies your future.

The Creator Of Blessings

We’ve feasted, strung our lights, laughed, and some poor souls braved the hordes for bargains. Today, we go to worship The Creator of blessings, light, laughter, and life itself. This day, as in every season, regardless of circumstances, we see His Light, feel the warmth He created, and experience because He created us.

We exist because He wanted to give us life. We can know Him because He gave His life to redeem us. He’s given us so much, and today, we go to say thank you. We do this, not only today, but every day, because each is a gift that did not have to exist.

We humans talk a lot about destiny, but until He decided to design us, it was only a concept in His mind. Everything we have, everything good about us, is because of Jesus. When I meet you in the Sanctuary this morning, let’s join our hearts, our voices, and our determination together, to not only say thank you today, but to live it tomorrow.

TCSC Ep 6 – Nosebleeds

We were at the hotel about an hour when we saw the news that proved Montague was right. Kurt was dead, and the primary suspect was the other corpse. We knew better, but his fingerprints had been all over the murder weapon.

He had literally been knifed in the back from a trophy weapon in his office. The news also reported the other man was dead, apparently a heart attack. Again, not true, but we don’t know what Brendan had rigged up.

It seemed the trail was cold, and I didn’t know what to do. Montague did, but I didn’t like it. “It’s time for you to go back to work my darling. Before you say no, I don’t know what we’re facing, who, or why. My brother factors in, but I don’t know how.”

“You’ll be safe enough in a new city, pretending to do one job, while doing another. Which cover is it, the HR manager, or the IT System Administrator? Also, what city?”

“This time, it’s Security Advisor, and I’m using my own name. It’s in Seattle. The owner of the consulting company knows me, so we have to be more careful.”

Montague shook his head. “That worries me. What was stolen this time? Some new computer software?”

“Actually no, patents. Someone in their legal department pulled a fast one, and sold forty two patents out from under us, to a holding company, through a loophole. It was too ingenious for one paralegal to have pulled it off. We need to know more.”

Montague packed his clothes, kissed me, and sent a text. “I can’t tell you where I’m going Love, it’ll make you safer. Before you say no, remember, I’m good at hiding in plain sight. I’ll be around.”

I knew there was no point in arguing, so I booked a flight to Seattle. It was the hardest thing I could do. He wouldn’t have me there to protect him.

The text I got, once off the flight, didn’t make me feel much better. “Safe now, only shot at once, a bit bruised up, but over all I’m good.” Monty liked to downplay things.

That meant, there had been bleeding, possibly a broken bone, he was hurt. People give me a pitiful look when they hear my husband is a stamp expert. They picture a boring, unimaginative person who gets nosebleeds.

They’re wrong of course, on two counts. Monty is neither boring, or unimaginative, but he does get nosebleeds. Sadly, they’re usually from the fists of 280 pound, angry bad buys.