Two or Three


My younger sister and I are less than two years apart in age, so we were like twins as we grew up. We didn’t look alike or act alike, but we were always together. 

In fact, we really were very different. I was the leader, she was the follower; I was aggressive and she was passive; I was talkative and she was quiet; I was bold and she was shy. (This isn’t completely true now.)

She and I had the same best friend–our next-door neighbor girl Velta who was between us in age. We were quite a three-some. We did everything together. We sang together as a trio in church. We became the triplets, always together. We added a lot of other friends to our original gang through high school, but we three girls were the core group.

We all loved each other, but we had our spats too. We frequently didn’t see eye-to-eye on things. Sometimes two of the three of us would agree and force the other one to either go along with us or leave us alone.

It is hard to get three kids to get along together. Two can do pretty well. But when you add the third person into the equation, things get mixed up. But we still love each other to this day. My sister and I live in the same town now, but Velta is in Florida. She comes home to visit occasionally, and we have found there is still a bond there and always will be.

If you can get three people in unity with each other, there is not much they cannot do. Jesus said, “If two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father who is in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” Matt 18:19 KJV.

In Ecclesiastes 4:12, the Bible says, “A three-fold cord cannot be easily broken.” O.T. Amplified.

Find yourself two friends you can agree with and pray together. God will move heaven and earth to answer those prayers.

In Honor of Father’s Day

 

 

In honor of Father’s Day, here are ten things I admire about my daddy and wish I had told him before he moved to heaven.

1. I admire his work ethic. Dad was a hard worker. He started working early in life, going to CCC camp which was Civil Conservation Camp during the Great Depression that President F.D. Roosevelt started to conserve natural resources and put unemployed young men to work. When he retired, he was a union machinist for the railroad. After he retired, he bought old houses and fixed them up to rent out.

2. I admire his great thirst for knowledge. Daddy was a voracious reader, a self-taught man. Dad only went through the fifth grade but because of his natural intelligence and desire to learn about everything, he could have had a master’s degree in college if he’d had the chance.

3. I admire his ability to talk on any subject. He read about every subject and remembered everything he read.

4. I admire his strong opinionated personality. Okay, I didn’t always agree with him. In fact, we frequently disagreed, but I admire his backbone, that he stood up for what he believed in without backing down.

5. I admire his dedication to his mother.

6. I admire his courage. He worked in the railroad “roundhouse” in downtown Kansas City, Kansas, in the slum area, but he was not afraid.

7. I admire his service to his country during World War II and Korean War. The Army shaped his life.

8. I admire his mechanical ability. Daddy could fix anything.

9. I admire Dad’s looks. He was a handsome man and we kids inherited the best of him and mother both.

10. I admire his heart for God. His mother was a Full-Gospel preacher and his dad was right by her side singing with her. Daddy gave his heart to the Lord early but was hurt by people in the church so he was never a church member, but he spent his whole life seeking God, researching religions, and finally returned to the God of his youth.

Ephesians 6:2-3, “‘Honor your father and mother,’ which is the first commandment with promise, ‘that it may be well with you and you may live long on the earth.’”

Lavon (Hightower—my maiden name) Lewis

 

Double Rainbows

Coming home from Lawton a while back, I ran through a thunderstorm on the Turner Turnpike. It was nearly eight p.m. and, as I neared the end of the turnpike, I had to pull over to the side of the road because I was so overwhelmed.

There over Tulsa was the most incredible sight—two complete rainbows in the eastern sky. I stood in the sprinkling rain, on the side of the road, cars whipping past me, and cried for joy at the awesome sight.

I thought of the awe and reverence that must have filled Noah’s heart as he saw the world’s first rainbow in the sky…a sign from God, a promise to the world that it would never again be destroyed by flood. Think of the joy Noah felt as he stood on the mountain surrounded by his family, having just been saved from the greatest disaster the world had ever experienced.

 

 

As I wept with joy over this beautiful sight, two full rainbows one inside the other, I thought of the storm I had just driven through. On the east side of Tulsa, that storm was still going on. From the back side of the rainbow, facing west, all that could be seen was darkness, rain, storm clouds. But from where I stood facing east, the setting sun shone on those same crystal raindrops, causing this dramatic sign of God’s love.

 

It was all a matter of my point of view. No one wants storms, just so we can have a rainbow, but it is a fact of nature that the only way a rainbow is formed is by sun shining on drops of rain. There is no rainbow without the rain.

 

Jesus said, “In this world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

 

 

Somehow the sight of the rainbows made the drive through the storm worth it all.

The Shaking

 

Several years ago cracks developed in our walls and at the doorways and windows, and in the exterior brick. To preserve the value of our home, we called a company that repairs foundations and after a hefty amount of money was exchanged, our home was fitted with 14 piers, buried in the earth at certain places around the perimeter of the house.

These piers were screwed into the ground until they hit bedrock, about 14 feet down and they now hold our house level, which is guaranteed as long as the house stands.

The workers dug up my plants and shrubs all around the house, dug holes as deep as a man is tall, to place the piers. They were to replace the shrubs just as they found them, but one hibiscus disappeared, one or two shrubs were planted too close to foundation, and a couple were almost sticking out of the dirt. I was so glad to have that job finished, I let it go.

Our world is going through a shaking. The sandy foundations that we have built upon have allowed cracks to develop in our walls. It isn’t just the natural world, which is experiencing earthquakes; or the financial world where the solid companies of our past have fallen; or the political world where changes are happening. There are also major changes in the religious world.

It would be really easy to be shaken in our faith. Maybe you have been planted in a different spot and it is uncomfortable. Maybe your roots are sticking out. Maybe some of you have been lost in the re-planting. Wherever you are, you must not dry up and die. You must dig your roots back into the soil, even if it isn’t the place where you previously were planted. If you have placed your faith in Jesus Christ, you belong to the kingdom of God that cannot be shaken.

Hebrews 12:28 says, “Therefore since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably, with reverence and awe.”

You must drill down to the bedrock, to the Rock of Ages, the solid Rock of Jesus Christ.

 

 

 

My Chevrolets

 

 

My first car was a 1953 Chevy, which had been parked out in a pasture, with chickens roosting in it and hay stored in the trunk. My uncle paid $15 for it in 1965 and I drove it for about 18 months until it threw a rod.

My next Chevy was a 1957 Chevy that I got by default when I married a man. I loved that car. He built a hotrod out of it, but later traded the body for a paint job on his ’66 Chevy El Camino.

In 1976, when I was getting a divorce, I asked Mom to pray that I could get a new car, since my old one was worn out.

 I visited Bixby Chevrolet with my brother-in-law and told the salesman—”Chevy Malibu, 4-door, 6 cylinder, air and automatic, power steering and brakes.” He asked, “Do you care what color?” Then he showed me a pea-green Malibu with 10,000 miles.  Four or five of us family members drove that car until it quit.

Some years later, when we had to have it hauled off, I asked my husband to get the Malibu and Chevrolet symbols to save. I loved that car.

I used to tell my kids when I got them raised, I was going to buy a 1957 Chevy, but when it came right down to time to buy, I got my current vehicle, a 2000 Chevy Tahoe, bright red, black running boards, and chrome. I love this car. My husband says, one of my biggest problems in life is that I get too emotionally attached to my vehicles.

I believe God wants His children to have the things which we need in life, and I have sure needed cars all these years.

In Luke 19 the story is told of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem, which we celebrate on Palm Sunday. He sent his disciples into Bethany to find a colt, saying, “Loose it and bring it here. And if anyone asks you,’why are you loosing it?’ thus you shall say to him, ‘Because the Lord has need of it.’”

“Your Father knows the things you have need of before you ask Him.” Matt. 6:8

Jesus needed a donkey but I needed a Chevrolet.

Abounding Love

 

 

Someone told a friend of mine, “Lavon is the same old girl on Monday morning as she is on Sunday.” What a compliment. I have been accused of being a put-on. You know, I run around acting silly, greeting and kissing everyone.

 But one time I was having a pity party. “Father, I am always the one who says hello first, who hugs first, who wants to have a conversation. Just once, I wish someone would come looking for me and want to know how I am and want a hug. I am tired of always being the greeter.”

God replied, “You think this loving personality is just you, and, yes, I made you that way, but do you remember? You prayed ‘God, love people through me. Help me love everyone, even the unlovable person.'” God said, “I have answered your prayer.”

That Sunday, Donna Young came up to me as I walked through the front door of the church and hugged me first. “You just look like you need a hug this morning.”

Sometimes when I look at a person, love wells up inside me, like when you hold a precious newborn baby. You smile into that sweet face, and hold her in your arms, and love overflows out of your heart.

Phil 1:9 says, “And this I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more.”Father God, draw your people together with cords of love that cannot be broken. Let us love the unlovable, the sinner, the unsaved person. Let us love our brothers and sisters in Christ. Let nothing ever come between us to separate us from each other.

Father, I pray this prayer for everyone who would be reading this. I pray that their love may abound yet more and more. Even when we are not in the same physical church on earth, remind us that we are all members of the church of Jesus Christ our Lord, along with those church members who have gone on to the church in heaven or those who have gone to another physical church on earth.

Bind us together in love. Amen.