Becoming Like Francis

Today I am inspired by Francis of Assisi. I used to see St. Francis as the chubby monk statue that my grandma has in her garden… a man poor by choice who loved animals. That might be true, but there is so much more to him!

     I recently read a Catholic book on the Crusades, called  The Crusaders  by Regine Pernoud, that my friend loaned to me. It was interesting because it was told from a very different perspective than secular and even Protestant history books. The Crusades surely is a multi-faceted subject filled with heroes and villains on both sides. It is so confusing and I really don’t know what stance to take on the subject! I came to a chapter on Francis of Assisi. In the middle of a bloody war against the Muslims, this brave man walked unarmed across Christian borders and into Muslim territory. He asked to be taken to the Sultan of Egypt. He was. This is a miracle for two reasons: firstly, because he was not killed on the spot, and secondly, because he was actually allowed to see the sultan. He witnessed to the Sultan, and the Sultan actually said that he would like to become a Christian, yet could not because of politics and fear of assassination (oh, how our human affairs cloud out the glow of eternity! It is tragic).  In the darkness of warfare and bloodshed, St Francis was a shining example of how God wants us to deal with our enemies; with love and concern. This man risked his life to bring Christianity to the Muslims, while many of his fellow Christians were only interested in killing and fighting them over a single city.

     Application: What in your life seems so important that you neglect what really is important? Are you fighting a personal “crusade” over your “Jerusalem?” In other words, are you so focused on something (even if it is something good) that you neglect to fulfill the Great Commission? Be a Francis of Assisi and not a Richard Coeur de Leon!

A New Creation

    

    Olive Swan, an employee of AWANA, has written her first book, A New Creation. This is the story of Sean, a self-centered employer, who has a week to get a story on an embezzler by spending time with the embezzler’s daughter. Esmeralda is like no one he has ever met. He is attracted to her kindness, her resolve, and her forgiveness, but he can’t understand how anyone with her intelligence can really believe in a loving, almighty God. Sean has seven days to get the story. Essy has seven days to share the gospel with Sean. The result is quite interesting.

Find it here

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A Fire Kindled Inside

I have a wonderful missionary friend who told me all about the years she spent with her husband ministering to the people of Thailand. A few months ago, she told me about her time in Asia and allowed me to write about it! I learned a lot from the interview. She also has godly wisdom to impart as someone who has walked with the Lord for many decades. Click to read "A Fire Kindled Inside."

It's a Thaiger!

Porcelain Doll

I'm porcelain

And I chip easily.

It's happened-- again

And you can clearly see

My roots go deep

But up top, I'm weak.

Awake and asleep

I'm liable to break

So hold me fast

Secure my heart

When today is past,

It's just one part

Of a great big story

That you will write

All for your glory.

So I won't fight

These plans you've made

And write my own.

I've always played

The part you wrote for me alone

And I won't alter

The course you set

For I would falter

And I won't forget.

Your love is all I need;

Despite my weakness,

I will succeed.

For you seek to bless my every way

And I will follow you

Each and every day.

Despite my foolishness I can do

Everything you ask.

Despite my fickle heart;

So peel away my mask

And set me apart,

Set me free to bask

In your love

And your love alone.

 

(c) 2011 Becoming Godly Maidens

Saint Paddy's Day

Happy Saint Paddy’s Day to ya! I be hopin’ that she finds ya in good healt and that ta luck o’ ta Irish be on ya.

As you probably know, Saint Patrick was the first missionary to the Irish. I want to take this chance to tell you modern day mission to the Irish.

 Ireland has the lowest percentage of evangelical Christians of all the English-speaking countries in the world! Only 30,000 (that’s less than 1%) are evangelical Christians. For every believer, there are 133 unbelievers! That's a ratio of 133:1

Ireland ranks in the top of the European lists in reference to teenage suicide, drinking alcohol and unwed mother rates. Cocaine and heroin use is rapidly on the rise amongst all socio-economic levels. Divorce (previously illegal until 1997) is a new difficulty for families, with a 70% increase over just four years.

Many evangelical churches today in Ireland consist of just 20 people, most of which meet in homes.

Please pray for Cross Ireland Ministries!

http://www.crossirelandministries.com/

And just because I’m a fan of Ireland, here are a few links to Irish music:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWTYt_-jafg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpSZefCKC6U

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMGWOAAKs4

An Irish Blessing for You :)

May the blessing of Light be on you -

light without and light within,

May the blessed sunlight shine on you

and warm your heart till it glows like

a great peat fire, so that the stranger

may come and warm himself at it, and

also a friend.

And may the light shine out of the two

eyes of you, like a candle set in two

windows of a house, bidding the wanderer

to come in out of the storm.

And may the blessing of the Rain be on you -
the soft sweet rain. May it fall upon your
spirit so that all the little flowers may
spring up, and shed their sweetness on the air.
And may the blessing of the Great Rains be on
you, may they beat upon your spirit and wash
it fair and clean, and leave there many a
shining pool where the blue of heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.

And may the blessing of the Earth be on you -
the great round earth; may you ever have a
kindly greeting for them you pass as you're
going along the roads.
May the earth be soft under you when you
rest upon it, tired at the end of the day, and may
it rest easy over you when, at the last, you lay
out under it;
May it rest so lightly over you, that your soul
may be out from under it quickly, and up, and
off, and on its way to God.

Hello blog friends, I want to tell you about a wonderful new book that a friend of mine has written. It is Postscript: I’ve Changed!, a poetry book filled with the thoughts and prayers of a young woman pouring out her heart to God. This book was incredibly encouraging to me and has prompted me to deepen my walk with the Lord. Not only is it great to have on YOUR bookshelf, it would make a delightful gift! Please check it out at the Becoming Godly Maidens bookstore, http://www.becominggodlymaidens.com/bookstore  or at http://pocketfullofsoul.weebly.com/purchase.html

Lord, What Kind of World is This?

On the shooting in Tucson, Az

What kind of world is this?

Lord, you said it was good,

But sin’s bite stings

 In every street, every neighborhood.

What kind of world is this?

Why would a person

Kill another human being

With a gun?

What kind of world is this?

Why aren’t we

Our brothers’ keepers,

Why can’t anyone see?

What kind of world is this?

In a nation so free,

A man use violence just because

It’s not exactly the way he wanted it to be.

What kind of world is this?

Is it really so important

That he must take a life?

I can’t understand; I can’t.

What kind of world is this?

It was only an innocent crowd

And he fired into it;

Oh, God, it shouldn’t be allowed!

What kind of world is this?

You know they’ll let him free.

He’ll plead insanity—

Well then, locked up he SHOULD be!

What kind of world is this?

A child had to die.

A Child of Hope—

Hope itself seems a lie.

And I cry.

God, where is hope?

When your beloved creature

Kills another of his own,

Hope has disappeared for sure.

God, where is justice?

As loved ones mourn,

Killers go free

When the courts adjourn.

God, where is care?

When someone can shoot

The faceless people in a crowd

No care is afoot.

God, where is sense?

When he can only

See his own way

Sense is abandoned and lonely.

God, where is peace?

When human kind

Comes to this, Peace seems

Only an idea in my mind

God, where is love?

I can only see hate

Everywhere I look,

Love comes too late.

God, where is mercy?

Does anybody even care

About his fellow man?

There is no mercy there.

But Lord, through my tears

I know in my heart

A very great truth

That was here from the start.

God, you are caring

And Sense personified.

You are Prince of Peace and Love,

Mercy that will never hide.

God will fix

The broken heart

He’ll send fresh hope

And a new start.

The answer is God.

So though we cry,

We know that despite death,

With Christ, we’ll never die.