It's Not What We Do

I had occasion last week to address a very touchy subject--among Christians particularly--with my 26-year-old niece. I am so grateful that she asked questions that led to this discussion. It was a good time to put into words the truth that I know regarding our heavenly Father's love for us. She was so receptive to the discussion, and that in itself let me know that this was a God-appointed time for us to talk about this; she's never been interested in discussing it before. Her leading questions, via e-mail, was, "Do you think I'm going to hell because I'm gay?" Below is my rather lengthy response.

God never intended for people to lie or murder or molest children either, but if people who do those things confess Jesus as their savior, they're going to heaven too. Satan takes things that God meant for good and perverts them--God meant for you to have healthy relationships with the men in your life (from your dad on down), but Satan has perverted those relationships (not as in sexual perversion, but as in "a change that is unnatural or abnormal.") God also intended for you to have healthy relationships with the women in your life, but Satan is having his way in some of those too. God loves us so much, and He wants to have a relationship with us; Satan hates us and wants to keep us from God any way he can. By confusing you with homosexuality, he keeps you confused about your relationship with the Father and thereby keeps you ineffectual here on earth. He can't keep you out of heaven--you do that if you choose to reject God the Father and his son, Jesus; but the less influence you have on the people around you, the better he likes it.

Some (maybe most) of the garbage in our lives is a result of the fact that we reap what we sow. (Some of it is simply because we have an enemy who hates us.) That's a law of nature and a spiritual law too. If we sow weeds, we get weeds. That's part of the reason that even though you are doing better now, maybe, than you have ever in your adult life, you're still having to deal with a bunch of garbage, because in years past, your actions sowed a bunch of weeds. Because you are sowing good things now, you will reap some good things in the future (some sooner, some later), but the law of sowing and reaping continues to operate in us and in everyone around us, so when we sow things that aren't good, we are going to reap those in the future as well. Now as important as all of this sowing/reaping stuff is, Satan again perverts it and makes us focus on doing the right thing in order to get into heaven--and if we have to do the right thing to get into heaven, then doing the wrong things must send us to hell. Right? WRONG!

God doesn't require us to do anything to get into heaven except John 3:16--Jesus did everything that needed to be done at the cross. All of the sowing and reaping stuff has to do with how we live while we're on the earth and what we get out of life while we're here. Satan knows that the more we have a relationship with our Creator, the less vulnerable we are to his garbage, so he keeps people tied up in trying to do enough good stuff to get to heaven so he can keep us from really knowing the Father. His lies in this area are what make people say that homosexuality will send you to hell. (This is where Marlo's theology breaks down; he says you have to live by the laws of the Old Testament where they did have to do the right thing--that was before Jesus died on the cross and made the way for us to get to heaven through grace, not works--the things we do .)

So can we accept Jesus as the savior, then live any way we want to and still go to heaven? Maybe. The devil's first goal is to keep us from salvation in the first place, but if he can't stop that, then he wants us to live as if we're going to hell so we won't influence those around us for Christ--so they won't see the love of the Father and be influenced by that. And we miss out on so much if we do it that way. Being saved is not living by a bunch of "Thou shalt not's" and preaching to people. It's about a relationship with our true Father, the Creator of the universe--a relationship that makes life while we're here so much better, richer.

Thank you, Father, that you love us so very, very much. Thank you for this opportunity to minister to this young woman that I love with my whole heart and for beginning a work in her to bring her to a place of peace and freedom in You.

More Good News

Smiley Boy saw the pulmonologist for a follow-up visit on Tuesday. She was very pleased with his progress and said that we do not need to come back. God is so good!

We've had some trouble with the tube-site since we had the tube taken out three weeks ago. I hope it will close up on its own; in the meantime, it's driving SB to distraction. We have an appointment at Nemours in a few weeks. If it's not better by then, maybe they'll be able to help. I love the staff there. They are so helpful, and they NEVER treat me like I don't know what I'm doing--which is kind, since quite often, I don't. :)

SB has four teeth now and a fifth is trying to make an appearance. He is quite mobile but is not really motivated to walk yet. He can go around the room holding onto things, but he doesn't let go very often. I guess walking will be like rolling over and crawling were; when he sees a need for it, he'll do it.

He's had a little ear trouble, but we've been using drops recommended by Cheri at Sweet Hollow Farm, and they seem to really be making a difference.


All in all, life is good. We are looking forward to the arrival of my nine-year-old grand-niece, who will be spending the summer with us, and we will be moving back to "the country" this summer, so we've got lots going on.

Did I say life is good?

Critters!

Well, I love my town. It's small, has lots of woods close by. I enjoy the flora and fauna, particularly this time of year. Or at least I did--until I walked into my kitchen this morning and confronted a possum!

We live on what is probably the second-busiest street in our little town, but that has not stopped a possum from giving birth under out house. We've been hearing odd bumps and knocks under there for several weeks, and our enormous feline has taken up residence inside during the day; usually at this time of year, under the house is his favorite spot.

The possum in the house was a baby, not much bigger than a rat (ick!), and he was very cute, but with a 14-month-old crawling around the house, I wanted him out!

Animal control from the city brought us a trap which we set, but the possum was too small to trip it. After two days, when I was out driving the bus for the softball team, Drason covered the trap with a cloth to give the possum a sense of security. Then when it went after the food in the trap, Drason heard him banging around inside and tripped the trap. BINGO!!!! The little critter now has a new home in the woods several miles away! MY HERO!