Writing on the Wall

When Mom was 94 years old, I set up a computer in her home home so she could see and talk to my sister 45 miles away. The first time she and my sister talked, my sister reached out her arms to hug Mom through the computer monitor and blew air kisses that Mom reached out to receive.

When Mom was growing up in the 1920s, there was only one telephone in the Kelso, Oklahoma, rural community and it was hanging on the wall at the store. Yet here she was at age 94, seeing and talking with her daughter on the computer.

I put a program on that computer to access it remotely. One evening I started a word document and typed in large letters, “Hello, Mother, How are you tonight? I love you, Lavon.”

Mom immediately picked up the phone and called me. “Did you make my computer write those words?”

It reminded me of the Bible story of Daniel and the writing on the wall.
A thousand lords and ladies in Babylon were drinking from the golden cups which had been dedicated to God, but taken from the temple of God by Belshazzar’s father Nebuchadnezzar when he defeated Judah.

Suddenly the fingers of a man’s hand appeared writing on the wall at the King Belshazzar’s party. When he saw it, he was frozen with fear. He called for the wise men to interpret the writing but no one could. Someone suggested they call Daniel, “a man in whom is the Spirit of the Holy God.”

Daniel read the words, “MENE: God has numbered your kingdom, and finished it. TEKEL: You have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. PERES: Your kingdom has been divided and given to the Medes and Persians.” Daniel 5:25-28. That night Belshazzar’s kingdom was overthrown and he died.

Is the finger of God writing on the wall of our nation? Has our country been “weighed in the balance and found wanting?” Our future might not be very different from Babylon’s future.

“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV.

It is time to call on God in the name of Jesus Christ, so that He will hear and heal our land. God is our only hope.

DNA Everywhere


For some crazy reason lately, any time I have a fever, in a few days the skin starts peeling on my hands. Then it takes two weeks for it to all peel off, and look good again. Sometimes I catch myself mindlessly peeling the skin off my hands, while I’m doing something else, like sitting at my desk. The skin drops on the floor leaving behind my dna, just like at a crime scene.

Dna is everywhere. Everywhere you go, you are leaving part of your dna behind. When you cough or sneeze, particles of your dna spray all over things. Whatever you touch has your dna on it.

Jesus was born in a physical flesh and blood body on this earth to a virgin named Mary. He had a mixture of Mary’s dna and God’s. Mary provided the earthly dna to make up Jesus’ body, but God’s life flowed in His veins.

Everywhere Jesus went He touched people and healed them. He touched them and cast demons out, and gave them peace. He touched the little children and laid His hands on their sweet heads, blessing them. He spoke the words He heard His Father God say, and taught the people on the seashores and mountains. Jesus broke bread and the fish with His hands and fed the multitudes. He broke bread and poured wine for the Last Supper with His disciples the night before He was crucified.

Everywhere Jesus went, He spread His DNA and then in one final grand display of His love, He spilled His blood and poured out His DNA for the sins of the world.

“Knowing that you were not redeemed with corruptible things, like silver or gold, . . . but with the precious blood of Christ.” I Peter 1:18-19 NKJV.

Everywhere you go now that you are born again, you are leaving your spiritual dna behind too, just like Jesus did. Use your hands to touch people to pray for their healing, bless the little children, and show the love of Jesus everywhere you go.



Missing Something

My husband and I have been watching videos about World War II. The series we are watching now is called the Diary of World War II, day by day, from the first day. We are up to 1941, but not the Bombing of Pearl Harbor yet. There’s a lot of information about the war in North Africa that I’ve been surprised to see.  I should have been paying more attention to the teacher when I was taking World History in high school and again in college.
For instance, in the early 1980s, not long after I was married to my present husband, he and my dad were talking one day about army tanks and vehicles. My husband had been in the Army for almost 10 years so he had a lot in common with my dad who serve in the Army in two hitches, during World War II and during the Korean War. They were talking about the cliffs of Japan and Dad mentioned that the US and Allies could never have won a war fought on the sea, since the cliffs of Japan faced out toward the ocean. Dad said that the cliffs were full of caves filled with vehicles and arms that would have kept the Allies from taking the country by sea.
And then he mentioned the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I said, “What’s Nagasaki?” Dad and my husband looked at me like I was a idiot. “You don’t know what Nagasaki is? That town that was bombed when we bombed Hiroshima?” Somehow I totally missed the story of Nagasaki.
What have you missed in your life that is important to know? Is there something that you should have learned in Sunday School that you never picked up? You have to get some things about God straight from the source—God’s Word.
“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.” Hebrews 4:12 NIV.
Go to God’s Word the Bible which has everything you might have missed.

Your Hometown

It’s time for school to start in Vinita, Oklahoma, and many other towns, but Vinita is probably one of the few towns that lets school out for the rodeo parade. This year will be the 81st annual Will Rogers Memorial Day Rodeo.
Will Rogers came to Vinita in 1935 to visit his buddies from school days at Worchester Academy and he told them, “If you’ll have a rodeo next year, I’ll come back.” However he and Wiley Post died in a plane crash that year, so in 1936 Vinita held the first Will Rogers Memorial Rodeo in his honor.
Vinita is known for the rodeo, the railroad crossings, Clanton’s Café, and Eastern State Hospital which was replaced by Oklahoma Forensic Center. I’ve lived in Vinita almost all my life, except 7 years when I moved away for college. Vinita was always still home. I used to joke that I drove back to Vinita every two weeks, no matter what.
Do you ever go back home? Jesus did. He visited home several times during his ministry, even held a revival there.  “Then He went out from there and came to His own country, and His disciples followed Him.  And when the Sabbath had come, He began to teach in the synagogue.” Mark 6:1-6 New King James Version.
Sometimes we must go home, even if only in our heart. There’s an old saying that you can’t go home again, but it’s not true. No, things are never the same, but home will always be there for you. Home isn’t always where your relatives are, or where you were born.
Some people haven’t had a wonderful home life, or good experiences. Some might not have had good parents, or they had no parents at all. Some might have had bad experiences in school or with prejudice, but God has promised to be with you through it all.
 “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him. John 14:23 NKJV.
Home is where Jesus is.

Coming Up Bull Creek

The home where I grew up was across the alley from Bull Creek. Bull Creek was a very shallow and lazy creek, but no boats ever floated our section of the creek. Never one time in my life did I see a boat on Bull Creek. Even if someone had tried to float a boat on the creek, they wouldn’t have been able to float under the low bridge on Tahlequah Street.
That’s what made the saying so strange, “When our ship comes in.”
I often wondered when I was a child what it really meant when someone said, “When our ship comes in.”  Oh, I knew it meant that they expected the ship to bring their fortune, to bring them money, but how or why, I didn’t know.
Then in history classes I learned about the early settlers of America and how they depended on ships from England to bring them supplies, so I figured it out. That’s what it meant when they said, “When our ship comes in.” The early-day settlers had to carefully watch what they used and use things from nature in their new home in America to make do until the next ship came from England with supplies from home.
Mama would even make a joke about it. Our ship couldn’t make it up Bull Creek. The absurdity of that idea of an ocean vessel trying to come up Bull Creek would make us all laugh.
Mama taught us all to work hard. We all had to work in the garden out behind our house. That garden was the biggest one on the block, and yielded the best green beans, corn, tomatoes, beets. Mama canned them all in Mason jars to feed us kids during the winter.
She taught us to give to the church, to give to others who were in need, and help out our neighbors and friends when they needed a hand. Mama also taught us to believe in God to supply our needs and not some make-believe ship coming in.  

King David said, “I have been young, and now am old; Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, Nor his descendants begging bread.” Psalm 37:25.

The God of Peace

I lost my peace this week. Grumbling and complaining. Trying to do too much. Getting bent out of shape over little details. It wasn’t pretty.

My mind was bombarded all week with little things. Silly little things. I accidentally jerked a pitcher of water off the counter. It was only water, clear water, so it didn’t really make much of a mess, but I had to stop what I was doing and mop up the floor. I couldn’t find the regular mop, so I had to use towels, so now I had an extra load of laundry to do later.
I struggle with having too many things to do, so the last couple years I have tried to cut back on activities that aren’t important to me, and use my time and energy to do what I find meaningful. I find that when I am over-committed, and try to do too much, that’s when I tend to get “out of sorts,” as Mama used to say.
The issue is not the problems I have faced. This issue is the way I have reacted to everything that happened. In fact, I should have acted and not reacted. When I react, I am letting circumstances manipulate me and I become the victim. When I act with the knowledge that God is in control of circumstances of my life and He is the God of peace, I have assurance of a peaceful outcome.
Who has the control over my life? Do I have control? Do circumstances have control? Or does God have control? If I have given God full control over my life, whatever comes my way, I can have peace, peace in the midst of the storm.

“You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You.” Isaiah 26:3 KJV.
Peace from God is not dependent on circumstances of life. You can have peace in your heart when everything around you is going wrong. Today I will say, “I trust you, Lord. I will keep my mind stayed on you.”