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Sunday, 13 August 2017

GENDERLESS AND CLUELESS



Have you ever walked down the street and done a double-take when someone walks by whose sex is undistinguishable? Doesn't it just grate on you as you search frantically to ascertain the persons' gender? It's almost an unconscious compulsion isn't it? Why is it so? I believe that God has decreed that all things should be natural. It is natural to see a definition of gender, from clothes to hair length to deportment.

When I was ill (under active thyroid) and losing my hair, I cut my hair really really short in an effort to save it, (which I did) But I remember the reaction of shock and horror of my family when they first saw it!

My step-father in particular remarked to my mother that he didn't know how any woman could do that to herself! I later told him of my hair loss problem, and he could see my point. So strongly did my mother feel about it, that she told me if I ever cut my hair like that again , she would never speak to me! Going against the natural order definitely rattles most people because we instinctively know that God has provided definition of the genders in nature!

Doth not even nature itself teach you, that, if a man have long hair, it is a shame unto him? 1 Corinthians 11:4

God is very explicit about gender differences and keeping those differences. In fact, He calls cross-dressing etc an abomination. 

The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment: for all that do so [are] abomination unto the LORD thy God.Deuteronomy 22:5

I believe that we should dress in a manner that is not only modest, but that preserves the differences of the genders. Whilst there are many opinions on what that dress consists of, I will make a generalisation here, and say simply that our dress should emphasis our God-given gender in whatever culture we live in. I say this because in some countries, a woman can wear pants and still retain her femininity, and a man can wear skirts or kilts and still be distinguishable as masculine. However, there should be no doubt whatsoever in distinguishing our gender.

If it is important enough for God to mention this in scripture, then we should take it to heart and avoid unisex clothing that tries to negate gender differences through total androgyny. This is abomination to the LORD, and goes against nature. Let's rejoice in our femininity and teach that to our daughters and granddaughters, and let us encourage masculine dressing of our sons and grandsons. Not only will society benefit, but it will please God.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Saturday, 12 August 2017

PERFECT LOVE CASTS OUT FEAR



We all give way to fear at times.... chronic illness in ourselves or those we love tends to do that... but it does give me great comfort to know that we have Jesus Christ the righteous interceding on our behalf...

I fear possible heart surgery and the probability that I may not grow to be old bones, and when I dwell on that, it can consume me with fear... and it is then that I make myself consider Whose I am and Who holds me in His Hand...

With many trials for myself and the illness almost unto death of my youngest daughter with leukaemia 2 years ago, I can testify that God made His Presence known in a tangible way... and when I was too emotionally spent to pray at my daughter's sick bed in ICU, His Holy Spirit was not only hovering around me but inside me... the peace that passed all human understanding was very, very real..

Jesus is our High Priest. We do not need an intermediary nor do we need to pray to Saints... we have a High Priest with our best interest in His loving Heart, praying to our Father- His Father, for us...

Let's keep that in mind when we fall into fear... Jesus Christ the righteous is always there, and perfect love casts out fear ....

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

OPEN THEIR EYES AND EARS LORD!


So last Monday we went to the funeral of one of Chris's workmates. I was lucky to find a seat in the chapel because it was standing room only. He was very well liked...
It was a moving service but I personally only met the man a couple of times, so he was more an acquaintance than a friend. Still it brought a tear to my eye when I saw his pictures on the slideshow that showed some of the life of a man who died of cancer at the early age of 57...
There was no mention of God, in fact at the committal of the body, I was shocked to hear the celebrant intone a blessing of giving him to the elements from which he came: water, fire etc. It smacked of wicca to me... not that he would have believed in any form of religion, even witchcraft...
There was a distinct lack of understanding as people commented on him being "upstairs having one h-ll of a party" and hoping he was having a good time. I tried not to think of him being eternally lost...
Chris, at the wake was talking to a mutual friend and mentioned Christ and the friend replied that he didn't believe in that b-ll s--t which is a real pity as he is facing major heart surgery in a few weeks, of which he told Chris he will be lucky to survive...
I cannot understand why people simply can't see that a loving God created the universe and that He has our best intentions at heart, even in our darkest and most painful times...
What a comfort it would have been to know that the deceased man would be in Heaven and that his grieving wife and children would see him again... and that the sick friend who is facing a possible quick demise would be comforted in the knowledge that alive or dead, he was the LORD'S...
I guess I am idealistic or naive, but wouldn't any thinking person want to place their eternal soul into the hands of a loving God and be certain that they would not perish into the Lake of Fire for eternity, rather than to leave earth unsaved?
For these people have heard of the Gospel or Good News, but have rejected it... and there is no salvation other than through Jesus... and as I sat at the table of the crowded hall where the wake was, I felt a sadness for all those people who were lost...
Somehow, I don't think they would have appreciated this fat old lady standing on a chair announcing that the LORD is coming soon and they should repent... so today, in my quiet time, I pray for them to have open eyes and ears, and to receive the Good News of salvation for themselves... 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:John 25:11

Monday, 7 August 2017

A LESSON IN LOVE


Over the years of being a prayer warrior/intercessor I often reflect on the goodness of God and the depth of His love for us... I cannot tell you the times my phone has rung with a prayer request that is demanded and not even asked... it's sometimes a thankless task where you give your heart and soul on behalf of another and often never get thanked or see how God has answered. And so my thoughts often turn to God and how He feels....
It's not easy to be a God Who most often is overlooked except in time of dire emergency wherein the most neglectful of believers will actually fall on their knees and petition Him.... the emergency glass is broken and they will resort to prayer.
How sad it must be that God is often not included even in our celebrations of His birth and is all but forgotten in His death and resurrection... as we watch our little ones unwrap presents or scramble to find hidden Easter eggs...
There are those who will take and take and who would never even give Him thanks for answered prayer. No, it wouldn't be an easy job for Him...
God knows we are a fickle lot. All over Him on Sunday and then forgotten about until the next Sunday for a couple of hours.... He must weary over all of this, yet through all, God remains constant in His love for us, showing His unmerited favour and grace to His often fickle and shallowly self-centred children....
Of course, He is a bigger Person than I am, for I get annoyed at the demands of some people who expect Him to jump at their command and who get miffed if He doesn't or who pout and threaten to renounce Him if He answers prayer in a way that they don't like... yet He stays faithful...
I think this is indicative of the beautiful Heart of our Saviour. The Servant God Who receives little thought or thanks most times by a lot of His children... a lesson in selfless love and pure devotion...
Have you given thanks today? 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Thou shalt love the LORD thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind..  Matthew 22:37

Sunday, 6 August 2017

ONE LIFE. LIVE IT WELL.



As a chronically ill person and full of pain, I know it is hard to feel happy. It's at logger heads with logic that one can be in pain yet still happy. But I do believe it's possible. 

Firstly, I must say that without Christ, I would be the most miserable person alive. It is He Who keeps me looking upwards instead of downwards and inwards... and it is through knowing Him that I can give thanks every morning I wake that He has given me another day of life. Yes, it's a painful life and sometimes it brings panic and depression. But until Christ comes or takes me Home, it's the only life I have. 

I intend to live it to the fullest within reason and the boundaries of my limitations.. I have no choice but to change plans and so on, but once I accept that this is my new normal and that is how God has ordained this season, I find peace. Not peace the world understands, but the peace that comes from Him and that goes beyond all human understanding.. So in my 65th year of life, I have a choice that I must make daily: to choose happiness and life or misery and no life. I choose happiness and life. 

It doesn't mean that I feel no pain. My limitations are still there and so are the scars. But I will change my plans, juggle my days to eke out my spoons and I will guard my thoughts and heart. I will be joyful. I will now choose to go to that event that my body rejects and I will plan to rest up afterwards. I will suffer an inevitable backlash of flares and pain afterwards and yes, my body will hurt as I sit in the car or plane or whatever- but it will still pain me and hurt me if I were to stay at home, even in bed. 

Every day is a blessing and how we live each day is how we live our life. I want to make memories. I want to remember more than being in pain and constant medications. That is why I choose to go overseas, even though in the natural my anxiety soars and I am afraid. I look to the positives and the memories of family I have yet to meet and places I have never seen. 

Even a sit outside in the air or a brief car trip that gets us out of the house can be a choice for freedom, joy and life. What are *your* choices? Choose life and joyful memories. One life. Live it well...


© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee. " Isaiah 41:13

Saturday, 5 August 2017

DOMESTICITY IS STILL FAR AWAY




When I have a few spoons and feel that I need to get back to cleaning my house, I am really concerned about doing too much and burning out again, inducing another fibromyalgia flare. So I have to consider that as I plan my return to domesticity. I don't want another setback that puts me to bed again. It's all about spoons!

The journey back to domesticity is not without peril. There is a fine line between adequate expenditure of energy and exhaustion. Exhaustion can sneak up on you and bite you on the heel when you least expect it. Each day is a challenge as you will see in reading this post.... this is a typical day in my life as a chronically ill wife....

I can be managing quite nicely, up to my chin in folding clean clothes on my bed, when suddenly I wake with a start to find that I have fallen asleep and dribbled all over my husbands' underpants and shirts.Or I can plunge my hand into a sink of the cold and slimy water for soaking dishes left over from yesterdays' dinner that were supposed to be done as soon as I got your second wind after cooking last night. Only the second wind didn't come: not even a breeze!
Vacuuming can take forever as I find that the bag needs emptying and I can't find a new one and as I search, I smell a rancid odour from the washer, where I find yesterdays' wash finished and patiently waiting to be hung out. The washer is reset to rinse the smelly load but I forget to look for the vacuum bag as I fret about how many spoons it will cost to hang the clothes out.

Starting to feel anxious and overwhelmed, I decide to have a cup of tea. A donut in the pantry calls my name and as I open the microwave to heat it, I am surprised by my bowl of porridge left there at 6 am when I got my husband's breakfast. Pulling a tissue out of the box, I have a little cry into my cup of tea as I munch my donut. I am hungry because I didn't actually eat breakfast after all.

Sick at heart and already feeling tired, I decide to just chuck the clothes in the dryer, soak the dishes in fresh hot soapy water for washing later on in the afternoon and I have a nap... after all, a nana nap will help my brain fog clear and I can catch up then. But the afternoon brings it own set of woes as I wake disoriented and feeling worse. 

I consult my menu list only to find that even though I intended to get the meat out to defrost this morning, I had suddenly felt compelled to double check that I had taken my meds and then I forgot about the meat. With my confidence rattled, I wash the pans that are needed for tonight's cooking and resolve for the hundredth time today to do better.

Eventually the day draws to a close with the evenings' dishes soaking in the sink ready for that elusive second wind. And as I feed the cats and take my evening meds, I wonder if tomorrow will be any better...Lying in bed and in a funk bordering on depression, I start to pray for strength for the morrow and a restful nights' sleep. Only no thoughts come to pray with sense and I am swept into a fitful sleep on a long sighhhhh. 

So ends another day and domesticity is still far far away.


© Glenys Robyn Hicks


"For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee. " Isaiah 41:13






A PRAYER FOR SISTERS HOPING TO MARRY


LORD, being single is often a time of infinite loneliness in a world where nearly everyone is married... 

Like the darkness of a moonless night, loneliness clings about their shoulders like a heavy cloak.. and love seems far off. LORD, it is far off each time they face another night alone with a tear on a pillow where a head should lay...

You Yourself said that it is not good for man to be alone- yet there they are, yearning to fill that lonely void for a man as yet unknown to them.. it is not good..

Even so, You are good and our days are in Your Hand. So LORD, I pray that each Sister longing to be a wife will find her husband soon. May You comfort them and give them Your peace as You prepare them for marriage...

Protect them and keep them strong in hope, in faith and in virtue until Your Will is done and in Your timing, and be to them a Husband according to Your Word and purpose. Amen.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks 

For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; The God of the whole earth shall he be called. Isaiah 54:5

Thursday, 3 August 2017

IS HEAVEN FOR REAL?


Chris and I finally got to watch Heaven Is For Real on netflix last night. We both concluded that the young boy could very well have visited Heaven and indeed, why not? But it was interesting to note the various reactions even from Christians within the church where the boy's father was a pastor.
It almost broke up the church. Why? because actually believing that Heaven is real would result in a different way of living your life. For some, it would bring change and fear. For others, hope. The question is relevant now. Do you believe Heaven is real? and if so, why couldn't a 4 year old boy be telling the truth no matter how far fetched it may seem to the sceptic?

We serve a supernatural, all powerful God. Why is it implausible to believe that some people who have near death or close to death experiences have seen Heaven? why are we so scared to hear these testimonies?
Really, it comes down to fear of being deceived. But even if you follow that logic, the deception would be used by the evil one to bring down the Kingdom of God, not promote it. And all this young child did was give hope to the dying and bring people to a more real relationship with their Saviour! That's not working against the Kingdom! That's promoting it and leading people to get real with God....
Another aspect of this child's testimony is he was so matter of fact about it... I mean, if someone is trying to promote a falsehood, they usually are very adamant to make their point and are quite passionate about it. They need to make the deceived believe. But this child simply said, "that's Him!" to his father after seeing Akian's picture of Jesus, and then went out to play..
I don't put much store in pictures of Jesus, nor do I obsess about how He looked, but I do love the picture by Akian, a young woman who also saw Heaven and who painted this picture 'Prince of Peace' at the age of 8! This is the picture that correlated with the young boy's recollection of what Jesus looked like.
Another amazing thing is that at age 8, and not being born to believing parents, Akian drew Jesus with the dreadlocks in the front of his hair that no Jew would shave off... and at 8, she would hardly have known that Jewish men do not shave off their beards completely. Amazing too, that both the children said He had blue-green eyes. A child born to non believers, Akian certainly painted a Jewish Man Who had the same features as the Jesus the little boy recognised.
So today, like Jesus said to Peter, "Who do you say I am?" I ask you, "Is Heaven real?" and if it is, what does it change for you? 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

I am raised up with Christ and seated in heavenly places   Ephesians 2:6; Colossians 2:12

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

CHEAP PARLOUR TRICKS



I hate chain letters of any sort.... this was on my Face Book wall today. It is typical of these fear promoting and ridiculous e-chain letters! 

"If you believe in Jesus Christ, pass this on. If you don't you will be denying Christ and will not be blessed.. pass this on to 50 friends within half an hour and God will bless you.. " 

I won't be passing it on. Here's what I said in my comment: I believe God is near to the broken-hearted, His Word says so. But I won't be passing these on in fear that I will be denying Him if I don't. That would be just another form of a chain letter and promotes fear and superstition. My place is secure in Christ because of what He did, not what I do.... 

We serve a powerful, supernatural God. There is no place for superstition or fear. He is powerful enough and loving enough not to need our help in making Him known through falsity. He Is Truth! Don't pass stuff like this on! He doesn't need cheap parlour tricks to make Himself known. It belittles Him.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.  Ephesians 2:8-9
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