Truth...with a capital T
God impresses on me certain things. You'll often see me referring to them as being True or being Truth...with a capital T.
While I might have a (mildly) prophetic calling, I hope you'll understand what I'm doing with that nomenclature: I'm offering that the thing I'm talking about could be the kind of understanding that cuts through.
When our family headed towards San Bernardino as dad accepted the role of associate pastor and church administrator for Immanuel Baptist in 1978, we were awe struck by the purple haze that we ran into near Palm Springs. It looked like a bubble over the entire region.
We arrived, if I remember correctly, on a Saturday night. We stayed with Chuck and Jerri Younkman and their four boys. The older boys were up late playing hoops on their driveway, and I noticed I was wheezing from the pollution.
The next morning, after church I went up to Lake Arrowhead with Bob, Barbara, and David Noakes (I just wrote to Barbara and shared "Salt Mill" with her, and she was profuse in her encouragement!!) David was my age and in my class at San Gorgonio High School, and I was thrilled to meet them. The trip up to Lake Arrowhead, though, seemed like I was going to some kind of distant region with all of the twists and turns.
Imagine my surprise, about two weeks later at San G, when the Santa Ana winds blew through, and I turned around and saw mountains RIGHT THERE to the north of the school.
That's what I mean by Truth with a capital T. When the spiritual winds change and you realize something that is so obvious and so relevant that you just didn't see before. You're pretty sure it was there, it just evaded your grasp (or you evaded its grasp!!)
The past ten weeks have been filled with that for me. We moved the family from Austin to Garland. I got caught up on a really bad situation that happened around us in Indonesia and involved some close friends of mine who where MKs. I've caught up with lots of friends and had an unexpected outpouring of affection from many of them. I even renewed a relationship with someone I only met twice and now, through her indirect influence, I writing again.
About the time the smog of life has us wheezing, God breaks through and delivers Truth with a capital T. Look for it and see if it isn't True!!
Update: I just got off of the phone with my friend Bruce (I haven't introduced him to "Salt Mill" readers yet, nor have I introduced him to the "Salt Mill" site), and he and his wife use the phraseology of something being "Obvious." They can tell when God is leading them down a specific path because the path becomes "obvious" to them, i.e. "unavoidable."
I was amused at God reinforcing the point I was making in this post in such an interesting way. He's been ministering to me this way a LOT in the past few days.
While I might have a (mildly) prophetic calling, I hope you'll understand what I'm doing with that nomenclature: I'm offering that the thing I'm talking about could be the kind of understanding that cuts through.
When our family headed towards San Bernardino as dad accepted the role of associate pastor and church administrator for Immanuel Baptist in 1978, we were awe struck by the purple haze that we ran into near Palm Springs. It looked like a bubble over the entire region.
We arrived, if I remember correctly, on a Saturday night. We stayed with Chuck and Jerri Younkman and their four boys. The older boys were up late playing hoops on their driveway, and I noticed I was wheezing from the pollution.
The next morning, after church I went up to Lake Arrowhead with Bob, Barbara, and David Noakes (I just wrote to Barbara and shared "Salt Mill" with her, and she was profuse in her encouragement!!) David was my age and in my class at San Gorgonio High School, and I was thrilled to meet them. The trip up to Lake Arrowhead, though, seemed like I was going to some kind of distant region with all of the twists and turns.
Imagine my surprise, about two weeks later at San G, when the Santa Ana winds blew through, and I turned around and saw mountains RIGHT THERE to the north of the school.
That's what I mean by Truth with a capital T. When the spiritual winds change and you realize something that is so obvious and so relevant that you just didn't see before. You're pretty sure it was there, it just evaded your grasp (or you evaded its grasp!!)
The past ten weeks have been filled with that for me. We moved the family from Austin to Garland. I got caught up on a really bad situation that happened around us in Indonesia and involved some close friends of mine who where MKs. I've caught up with lots of friends and had an unexpected outpouring of affection from many of them. I even renewed a relationship with someone I only met twice and now, through her indirect influence, I writing again.
About the time the smog of life has us wheezing, God breaks through and delivers Truth with a capital T. Look for it and see if it isn't True!!
Update: I just got off of the phone with my friend Bruce (I haven't introduced him to "Salt Mill" readers yet, nor have I introduced him to the "Salt Mill" site), and he and his wife use the phraseology of something being "Obvious." They can tell when God is leading them down a specific path because the path becomes "obvious" to them, i.e. "unavoidable."
I was amused at God reinforcing the point I was making in this post in such an interesting way. He's been ministering to me this way a LOT in the past few days.
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