Letter to a Prodigal December 17, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Christian, trusting God, Uncategorized.
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I wrote the following letter to a prodigal in my family earlier this year. Did Jesus use it to miraculously restore the prodigal to the family of God? Not yet, but I sense a new gentleness, a thoughtfulness, and I’m praying God is still bringing these words to mind while He works out the process of repentance.
Feel free to adapt the letter below to a prodigal who is dear to you.
During this Christmas season, I’m asking you to spend some time in the evenings reflecting on the love of your Father in heaven. I’m asking you to picture yourself as a small child.
Look at the relationship you have with your earthly father. He loves you with a fierce yet gentle, protective love. When you were little, you thought your daddy could do anything – fix a broken toy, know the answer to any question. If something scared you, Daddy would protect you.
You weren’t a perfect child. When you did something wrong, your father provided consequences, yet he still loved you as fiercely as ever, and you knew it. Your tears came more from the sadness of disappointing Daddy than the punishment itself.
This is the relationship I have with my Father in heaven. I know God’s powerful and protective love. I hate it when I have disappointed Him. I want to make things right as soon as possible.
This is the relationship I pray for you and your Father. You do not trust yourself because you know you will fail again. You’re right. You will fail again. I will fail again. Every child will disappoint his father more than once before their lives are over on earth.
If a child refuses to be comforted by her father after the consequences of a sin, if she rejects her parents to avoid the disappointment in their eyes, she causes a far deeper pain for family. She ends up limping through life all alone when she could have had their support.
_________________, you are limping through life all alone. You will never be the ideal person you would like to be, not under your own power. It is only Jesus who can give you the power to improve little by little. Only He can remove the burden of unhappiness with yourself. You can’t.
Matthew 11:28 promises rest from carrying a heavy load all by yourself. Come home.
Blood-Sprinkled Warrior October 12, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, Christian, Narnia, Uncategorized.
Tags: bride of Christ, Christian, Christian soldiers, princess, spiritual warfare, trusting God, warriors
Not only am I the bride of Christ, I am a warrior bride, a princess warrior bride sprinkled with the blood of Jesus.
Under my Father’s protection, Satan cannot destroy me. In fact, he fears me!
I hesitated to type those bold words. They sound arrogant, but “Bride,” “Soldier of Christ,” and “Child of God” are all used in the Bible to describe Christians and the Church.
E.M. Bounds in his Guide to Spiritual Warfare says, “Satan trembles and cowers in the presence of the blood-sprinkled warrior.”
Me? Satan is afraid of me? I am weak and puny. I’m an easy mark for the enemy. How can Bounds utter such an absurdity?
He continues. “He fears the power of that blood more than the attack of a legion of archangels.”
Ah, he makes more sense now. I had emphasized the word warrior. He emphasizes the blood.
Here’s the key. Because this princess turns to Jesus, because I climb into my Daddy’s lap and pour out my prayers before Him, His blood protects me. Satan fears me.
As a warrior, I have no powers of my own, yet Jesus has armed me with His sword of the Spirit. He has fitted me with breastplate, helmet, and shield, protective gear made to withstand demonic attacks. In my blood-spattered armor, the devil cannot defeat me.
Take courage, you who call Jesus the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. We are His children. We are kings and queens of Narnia. We are prince and princess warriors.
And we are invincible!
Camping in the Wilderness of Life August 17, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, camping, Christian, Uncategorized.
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I am not a happy camper. As in: sleep in a tent. As in: cook over a fire. As in: dig a latrine. EWWWW!!
Tents invite mosquitoes, and creepy crawly things join me as I try to sleep on a bed of rocks
How can I gauge the temperature of an iron skillet over the open flame(s)? My cooking skills nosedive into blackened eggs stuck to the fry pan and charcoaled hot dogs on a stick.
As for the latrine and my abilities to use one – let’s not go there.
Put me in an RV with electrical hook-ups and a bit of real plumbing, my attitude improves. But remember: my idea of a perfect vacation is a five-star hotel on the beach. Dream on, Linda.
For Christians, life on earth is camping out with other Christians. We’re well-equipped with God’s Word so it feels comfortable. Like RV camping – the comforts of home without being home. Christians can enjoy a little of heaven on earth, but we’re not in heaven yet. The wilds of this world don’t come close to the safety of our FOREVER HOME with Jesus.
I can keep dreaming of a perfect life on earth where nothing bad ever happens to me or mine. Where an occasional “minor” sin is easily blown into the wind never to bother me again. Where every person I meet thinks I’m wonderful.
But in this big, bad world, this spiritual wilderness, big, bad things happen. Accidents, crimes, sickness. They shouldn’t come as a shock, yet we are forever asking “Why? How could this happen to me?”
My own sinful first nature never gives up. It follows me through the wilderness, a sniper waiting for the perfect shot. I’ve spent close to forty years battling certain negative attitudes and actions. With God’s help I get the upper hand, enjoy some relief, and then those sharpshooters sneak right back in. The war continues.
Very few people think I’m wonderful. The main reason? Because I’m not. Those pesky sins zing out of me at the most inopportune moments causing others to recoil from the sting.
Even when I’m innocent, others find cause for dislike.
I get tongue-tied in a crowd. That reserve is often interpreted as snobbish. I like to share my love for Christ. Then the enemy whispers into the ears of those surrounding me, “She thinks she is holier than you.” I’ve always loved language, and sometimes without thinking, I use big, convoluted words. In others’ eyes that makes me a show-off.
Yes, conditions are rough, even hostile. I deal in skirmishes while others around the globe literally die for their faith. The dangers of spiritual warfare surround us, and we need to be well-armed to ward off attacks.
Remember. We are on a journey. The journey is filled with obstacles, but the destination is worth it. We can survive the wilderness.
Frozen in Fear: Before the Cat Pounces July 13, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, Christian, fear, protection, Uncategorized.
Tags: Christian, Faith, Refuge, Rescue, satanic attack, trusting God
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Have you ever seen a mouse cornered by a cat?
Not by a dog. Rover sniffs and snuffles, overjoyed that he’s closing in on the prey. With a dog there’s still hope to use lightning speed for an escape. But a cat? A cat seems to anticipate every possible escape route. He’s as quick as the mouse. And the mouse knows it.
At which point the mouse freezes. Either he becomes an offering to this ferocious god, or by some miracle, Tiger will wander off and ignore him.
I know a lot of people who behave like mice. Life has knocked them down, Satan has chased them into a corner. Any move toward freedom, and he’ll pounce. Both fight and flight are futile. Satan can anticipate every move (people are so predictable). Their only hope is to remain motionless, to give up on the situation, and maybe, just maybe, Satan will turn from his amusements and leave them to survive another day.
However, people have more options than the poor mouse. A mouse might get lucky if someone passes by and scares off the cat, but every human being on this planet has the opportunity to call to Jesus for rescue, to beg Him to step in and toss Satan out. It’s the whole reason He came to earth – to seek and save the lost (including the cornered).
Christians have even less reason to freeze in fear. Satan is not allowed to destroy us.
Before some readers start to fume that people, including Christians, are destroyed every day by evil, let me clarify. Satan might destroy our bodies, but he can’t destroy our souls. God often steps in and prevents harm to His children on earth, but if He chooses not to, those children will live with Him in heaven forever. (Daniel 3:16-18 and see a related post from January 2012)
Consider a blind mouse. He knows the cat is present by his sense of smell, and he may hear the swish of a tail or a hiss of breath, but he doesn’t realize the cat is in a cage. It can’t get to him. But the mouse remains paralyzed with fear. His ears and nose tell him the enemy is near, and he has no hope other than to stay frozen.
Christians often forget that Satan is caged. We sense the oppression of his nearness, and we freeze in fear. We may call upon Jesus for rescue, but we don’t need it. Our eyes are scrunched shut waiting for disaster, when all we need to do is open them and realize there is no way to fall into Satan’s clutches. We are free to seek refuge, to flee far from that cage just in case Satan reaches between bars to try to take a swipe at us.
Refuge in God’s strong tower is no farther than reaching our hands upward. Jesus will grip our hands and pull us to safety. No sweat.
How Does God’s Garden Grow? Part 2 June 11, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in abundance, Biblical, Christian, new life, protection, salvation, trusting God, Uncategorized.
Tags: abundance, blessings, Christian, Faith, fruit, gardens, growth, peace, seed, soil, trusting God
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If you’re familiar with the Bible, the Parable of the Sower fits right in with my own metaphor of God the Gardener. The soil is the human heart, the seed the Word of God, but I want to focus on details of the good soil. The prepared soil. Rocks have been removed, hard ground has been plowed, weed killer has already been worked into the dirt. This soil has been given every advantage to help the seed sprout.
And I shamelessly admit that I’m tweaking the metaphor, so while the ground is still the human heart, the seed is the Word-nourished fruit coming from the God-prepared human heart.
Who plants the seed? Not the seed itself. The gardener picks up the seed and places it in the ground. The gardener covers it with rich, fertilized soil.
The gardener waters the soil where the seed is planted. She pulls weeds when any pop up. With the passage of time, her garden is filled with healthy fruits, vegetables, and flowers.
What did the seed do all that time? It grew. It didn’t try to. Other than accepting the service of the gardener, it just grew.
New life in Christ works like the seed. God plants you in His garden. God takes care of the watering and the weeding, and you just grow.
You accept His gift of salvation, and you allow Him to direct your growth. You drink in the water He offers. You’re grateful when He removes any weedy sin that bothers you.
Do you ever DO anything? Sure you do. As you grow, you’re producing fruit, and your Christlike actions do good.
At some point, my metaphor falls apart. The seed does not have a will of its own. The gardener is not all-powerful. Storms can decimate a flower garden. Insects and disease can destroy entire crops. And a farmer is helpless.
Since you, as a human being, have a will, you can refuse to be planted in God’s garden. You can blame God for everything in life that isn’t fair. You can reject the water He offers. You can slap away the hands that would destroy the sin as they protect your soul. If you put up barriers to His Light, the darkness will stunt your growth and eventually, you will wither away. No fruit. No life.
But if you are willing to do nothing except let God take care of everything, you’ll be amazed at the eventual abundance in your life. All a seedling Christian needs to do is grow. Don’t worry about adverse circumstances. The Master Gardener has things under His control. Don’t strain to “grow the right way.” God is taking care of it.
As a Christian, you have one directive: turn your face to the Son, the source of life, the One who planted His Word in the prepared ground of your heart. He’ll take care of the rest. And you will grow in spirit and in truth.
How Does God’s Garden Grow? Part 1 May 26, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, Christian, new life, protection, salvation, trusting God, Uncategorized.
Tags: Christian, fertilizer, gardens, hard soil, Salvation, weed killer
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Imagine flowers huffing and puffing in their efforts to grow! In her book The Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life, Hannah Whitall Smith offers a demurely humorous picture of Christian growth. In my own paraphrase:
“A lily trying to clothe itself in beautiful colors and graceful lines? Drawing to its aid (as so many of God’s children try to do) the wisdom and strength of all the lilies around it? I think such a lily would very soon become a chronic case of spiritual perplexities and difficulties, similar to some that are familiar to every Christian worker.”
The idea of flowers using their own efforts to grow is absurd, yet Smith’s comparison with Christians is apt. Christians cannot grow by their own efforts either. Just as seeds can’t jump out of their packages and find their home, neither do people burrow into the Word of God voluntarily.
So how do gardens grow? It starts with the gardener who makes all the decisions and does all the work.
What work does the gardener accomplish? Well, let’s start with the preparation phase of the job. The gardener gets the soil ready for planting by loosening it, fertilizing it, and maybe using a pre-emergent herbicide.
God has a preparation season for each Christian, too. He cultivates the soil of their minds, perhaps piques curiosity about faith or sends an interesting Christian across their path. He knows an infinite number of techniques to scratch the hard-packed surface of rebellious natures and to crumble clods of resistance. The results of His work allow the Holy Spirit to soak into souls as easily as air and water pass through the most finely sifted clay.
Once they are receptive to His influence, He can add fertilizer. He scatters His Word over the newly-plowed soil of their hearts. Maybe an older Christian shares her faith with new seekers when such a phenomenon had never happened before. Maybe they have an inexplicable desire to read the Bible and find out what it really says. God knows exactly which nutrients to sprinkle on each garden of His creation.
God thinks ahead. He knows the wiles of His enemy. A gardener may add weed killers to the prepared soil so her seedlings can mature without obstructions. God permeates His garden with protection, too. Before seekers can even begin to understand how valued they are in His eyes, He ensures that Satan will not be able to choke the life out of them once they sprout.
The next time I post, I’ll move on to the planting phase. In the meantime, take a moment to reflect:
If you’re a Christian, have you been trying to take over God’s job of preparing your heart for future growth?
If you don’t call yourself a Christian, you chose to read this blog for a reason. Could God be using it to plow the hard-packed soil in your heart and mind?
Picking Weeds April 17, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Uncategorized.
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Another great spiritual metaphor and so timely for the season! Thanks, Beth!
Coloring Outside the Lines, How God Makes My Sins Disappear March 22, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, Christian, obedience.
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When my mom gave me a new coloring book, I loved creating multi-hued works of art. In my zeal, a full page pony sported the full gamut of a rainbow from his red mane to his violet tail. If I strayed past the lines with my crayon, I was crushed, a five-year-old’s masterpiece ruined. Until I tearfully showed the mess to my mother and discovered she could fix it.
Mom brought out scissors, clear tape, and a piece of white paper. She cut carefully around my once-beautiful pony, attached strips of tape on the side where I hadn’t colored, then gently pressed my pony onto the paper. He was PERFECT! All my messy mistakes had disappeared.
However, if I scribbled all over the page in frustration, Mom displayed a much different reaction. She removed the coloring book from my evil little hands. Whatever my efforts had been, they remained a disappointing mess.
Once I readjusted my attitude and repented of the spit of temper, the coloring book was mine once again, but the picture could not be fixed. It had obviously been scribbled upon inside and out. Sin has its consequences.
As a follower of Christ, I get upset when I carelessly stray past God’s boundaries, perhaps even sin on purpose. With my immediate repentance God reminds me I am beautiful in His salvation. I mess up, I take my sadness to Him. Would He fix it? Please?
And He does. He makes sure all those mistakes are cut away. I am clean and beautiful, and I know that it’s Jesus who makes it so.
What if I don’t run to Him to fix things? What if halt my Christian walk and give up like a little kid who stops coloring in her book? She had failed to make a beautiful picture.
Or what if I go out and sin big time, the equivalent of scribbling in my book? After all, I’m a lost cause. Why try to do anything right?
Giving up or rebelling in frustration is going to bring the sting of God’s discipline. If I never adjust my attitude, I’ll have to deal with His wrath. A terrifying prospect and unnecessary. There’s a simple solution to avoid the consequences of His righteous anger.
Repent. Sounds like the echo of an old time revival meeting. Those preachers had the message right. Once I repent and recognize God is big enough to deal with my sins, He’ll be delighted to help me create the beautiful life I desire. He’ll separate me from all the ugly errors and place me in the middle of a pure background. And this page of my life will be made PERFECT.
It’s All God’s Fault (When God Doesn’t Answer Prayer) February 19, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, Christian, trusting God, Uncategorized, wants.
Tags: Christian, desires, God, hope, peace, prayer, trusting God
“I’ve prayed and prayed, and God doesn’t answer.” How many times have I heard that from frustrated people. I have voiced the same complaint. Faith and hope beckon to me with peaceful smiles on one side of an abyss while disappointment sighs, and resentment scowls on the other. The latter snaps its fingers ordering me to join them. How am I supposed to avoid all that negativity and lean toward the glorious promise in the midst of unanswered prayer?
The Bible instructs us to pray believing. For someone’s salvation, for the basics necessary to life, for healing.
If I am to pray believing, then I am to be expectant each day. This might be the day! And if God does not answer this day with “yes,” then I am to carry on peacefully and joyfully, persisting into tomorrow with the same prayer.
What about the complaint that I opened with? If God promises to answer our prayers, if He promises to give us the desires of our hearts, especially if we desire the salvation of someone, why doesn’t He? IS it His fault – He doesn’t keep His promises? I can think of three possibilities – and I’m sure there are several more.
- God giving you the desires of your heart comes from Psalm 37:4. “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” Ah, there’s a condition attached to that promise. Is Jesus my delight? Is joy and peace in Christ a way of life for me? Or do I run to Him with my petitions when I need help but otherwise don’t give Him a whole lot of thought? Evaluation Question 1: Do I really delight in God’s presence in my life every day? If the answer is no, God has no obligation to answer my prayers. He often does anyway, but He doesn’t have to.
- God also promises to say yes if you pray in the name of Jesus (John 14:13-14). Now, that’s not a magic formula. “In the name of Jesus” is not to be used in the same fashion as “Abracadabra.” “In the name of Jesus” indicates that I know HE has all the authority, and I have none. He has all the wealth and power in the universe and beyond. I am penniless when it comes to eternal worth. When I come to Him with my requests, I must acknowledge that my own account is worthless. Evaluation Question 2: Do I realize that I’m asking God to benefit me with funds from His bank, that I have no riches of my own other than what He chooses to give me?
- Give it time, yes, more than you want to give. God is working it out. So many of our prayers hinge on someone else’s will. God is not going to override that. Otherwise, humans would be robots. But He does know how to bring someone around to His way of thinking.
Persuading people to change their minds takes time. It requires offering a series of choices and learning from the consequences of each. It depends on the individual’s stubbornness as to how many choices must be offered before the person “sees the light.” And like a chess game, God needs to make several moves and have all the pieces in place before the checkmate of salvation. Evaluation Question #3: Am I willing to give God as much time as He needs to put everything in place so my prayer will be answered? If the answer is “no,” if I’m not willing to keep praying – for decades if that’s what it takes, then how much do I really care?
Don’t think I’m a pointing a finger at you. I’ve had to ask myself the same questions. After seven years of prayer for one person, I get discouraged. Then I remind myself. God is God, and I am not. I get back on my knees, and I rise from there with a peaceful heart ready to move on with the tasks of the day.
And maybe today is the day.
Our Power to Save January 17, 2015Posted by Linda Samaritoni, writing as Linda Sammaritan in Biblical, Christian, new life, sacrifice, salvation, Uncategorized.
Tags: Christian, power, sacrifice, Salvation, slavery, The Bronze Bow, thescriblerians.wordpress.com
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Once I discovered The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare, I read it every year to my fifth grade class. And every year, I couldn’t make it through the whole book without breaking down into tears, always at the end, and often during one particular scene where a man lays down his life for his friend. Each time I pick up this beautiful novel, another vital lesson strikes home.
It’s not my purpose to tout the book. I already did that on my Scriblerians blog last year. No, I want to focus on that scene just mentioned.
To set the stage: a group of young Jewish zealots plan to rescue one of their members from a Roman slave caravan. They are strong, ambitious. They believe God is on their side. They contrive the “perfect ambush,” confident of success.
The raid fails. The Romans don’t panic, the plan’s time frame stretches like a rubber band causing their plot to become more and more fragile until it snaps back on them. Not enough weapons, not enough strength to break their friend’s iron bonds. The Roman guards close in.
Enter an unexpected source of help. He manages to free the slave then turn on the captors while the zealots make their escape. He saves the day – but doesn’t make it out alive. That’s where I lose it. I must have read the story twenty times or more, and I still sob over that selfless love.
The Bronze Bow is fiction. The Bible is not. The story of Christ’s sacrifice should reduce me to tears every time I read it. Jesus went beyond a mere rescue of a soul or two from the grasp of evil men. He sacrificed Himself for billions of souls, and even better, He still lives!
Too often, we Christians make the same mistake the zealots did in the novel. Our faith is strong, God is with us. Surely, we can save a lost husband, a lost wife, brothers, sisters, friends, children. But we can’t. Our brilliant debates, our enthusiastic persistence, even our acts of love can’t break the chains that bind people to unbelief. We are not strong enough.
The Bible is filled with verses about the strength of our adversary and how he and his cronies permeate everything on earth.
Check out Ephesians 2. There is a prince of the power of the air that presses mankind into disobedience beyond his own natural selfishness. Salvation does not come from our own efforts. It is the gift of God.
1 Peter 5. Satan prowls around like a lion looking for someone to devour. We need God’s grace and guidance to know how to fight him off.
Any plan we make to defeat the enemy will fail if we depend on our own puny strength. Enter Jesus. He is the One who can swoop in, snatch the captive and free him, and fight off the enemy all at the same time. So why does He need Christians?
He doesn’t, but that doesn’t mean there is nothing for us to do. When He makes a rescue plan, He gives us tasks to accomplish. Those tasks build our faith and teach us to become more and more like our Savior.
I know so many people who need salvation. You do, too. I’ve learned to start with prayer and wait for God to let me know what part I get to play in the rescue.
He may give me a prominent role or a one-liner. I might remain backstage, but every successful raid against the enemy has the ebullient mood of a successful play after the final curtain of its premiere. The cast party in heaven is going to be a lollapalooza!