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“Live to Give” 

A Christmas Message


“Jimmy was nine when his mom told him his little sister was sick and would die if she didn’t get a blood transfusion – and that Jimmy was one of the only people in the world who had the rare blood type needed. She asked him if he would be willing to let the doctors give his blood to his sister.

“Jimmy was very somber. He didn’t know what was involved, but he loved his sister and agreed to give his blood.

“On the appointed day, Jimmy was solemn, but brave, when the nurse put the needle into his vein and began to drain his blood. After a few minutes of watching the bag fill, he looked scared. The nurse said, ‘Don’t worry, it will be over soon.’

“The boy accepted her assurances and asked, ‘How much longer will it be before I die?’

“The nurse was shocked. ‘You’re not going to die!’ she said, and then wept when she realized Jimmy thought he had to give all his blood to save his sister.”(1)

What a powerful story. No greater love…

The Christmas season is one of the most remarkable times of the year. A time when we celebrate Christ’s birth as a human…so He could give his blood and die. Unlike Jimmy, He had to give all, laying down His life for us.

Because of this, Christmas is, indeed, a time of giving. Appropriately so. As such, it’s also a good time for each of us to take inventory, making sure we maintain the proper heart toward giving and receiving - it’s more blessed to give than receive (Acts 20:35). The spirit of the age can sink its claws into us at times, without us even being aware it is happening. Christmas is also a great time of year for imparting to our children the spirit of giving. If done properly, they can be marked for life with God’s giving heart and nature. Or, sadly, Christmas can also be a time when we teach them that the greatest thing in life is receiving.

Relax, this is not a post discouraging you from giving your kids gifts at Christmas. It is simply a reminder that it truly is more blessed to give than to receive.

Years ago, my life was marked by a man named Wayne Myers. He was, without a doubt, the person who embodied this truth more than any I have ever known. I’ve watched Wayne give tens of thousands of dollars away on multiple occasions, and be almost giddy with excitement in doing so. Sometimes the gifts were not so large. I once saw him empty his wallet for a Bible school student - while on his way to the airport! This was 40 years ago, when there were no cash machines to replenish his supply. He then asked his wife, Martha, traveling with him, if she had any more cash on her, because he wanted to give more than the amount he had on hand. That was Wayne Myers.

So, some of you may be thinking, a few thousand dollars here and there is not that much for a wealthy person to give; many do that. Perhaps so. But Wayne was not a millionaire businessman or a philanthropist. He was a missionary to Mexico who, for all the years I was blessed to know him, didn’t even own a home. Wayne’s motto in life was “Live to give.”

And he did.

Wayne would become indignant if someone else tried to pick up the check at a restaurant. The giving nature of God oozed out from every cell of his body. His generosity was so infectious that one had to budget the number of times they heard Wayne speak each year because when listening to him, that month’s budget was often blown! Of course, Wayne was full of faith and God would return the money many times over. He demonstrated this hundreds of times. When listening to Wayne, you found yourself believing it, also. What a legacy.

Ceci and I have tried to live by the truth that it is more blessed to give than receive, though nowhere near the level Wayne has walked in. And we have proven over and over the truth that it truly is more blessed to give than to receive.

Personally, although Wayne was used to fan the flames, this mindset was born in me while serving in a food line in Guatemala, after the horrendous earthquake of 1976. It killed 30,000 people in 30 seconds and left 1 million homeless. Having been there when it occurred, I stayed to participate in the relief work. In the village of San Pedro, which was obliterated, I was serving in a soup line. People were holding broken jars, cups, cans - anything they could find in which to receive a small portion of soup. Most hadn’t eaten for days.

As I ladled out small portions, I was watching the soup disappear too quickly. Hoping against hope, I kept scooping...and watching. The last person in line was a lady holding her three-year-old daughter; they were the only two survivors in a family of six. As she got nearer, I could see it coming: there wouldn’t be enough. Still, I hoped. The last of the soup was served just before she held out her jar. As I looked into her eyes, my heart was shattered. It was like someone punched me in the gut. Through tears, I used my broken Spanish and said, “No mas, no mas” (“no more”). 

At that moment, I would have given everything I owned for just one more bowl of soup. My world was wrecked. My definition of success changed, priorities were reordered, and bank accounts were looked at differently. What had really mattered in my life was turned topsy-turvy. I began to truly understand that it is more blessed to give than to receive.

Years later, Ceci and I were planning a ministry trip to Mexico City and decided to take our daughters, Sarah and Hannah, ages 9 and 7. We wanted them to see how less fortunate people lived in other countries. When our hosts asked us which tourist activities or places we would like our girls to see, Ceci surprised them. “An orphanage,” she said, “I want you to take us to an orphanage.” They found one two hours away, and our two daughters rocked and held orphaned children for an afternoon. Their journey was beginning as well. They began learning that it is more blessed to give than to receive. 

Do not allow Christmas to be defined solely by the act of receiving. Consider taking some time this year to teach your children the joy of giving to those in need. Perhaps take them to a feeding center and allow them to serve, or load up the family and take groceries to a family struggling financially. Set the entire family down and discuss together what you can do this year to help a less fortunate family enjoy Christmas. Sow a family gift to a missionary who is sharing Jesus with unreached people. Adopt a child through Compassion International, One Child, or another worthy ministry. There are many opportunities, just find one, even in your own community. Mark your children with the heart of Jesus.

Pray with me:

Father, we thank You for the incredible blessings we enjoy in America. Thank You for all You have given us through Your Son, Jesus. You taught us - and demonstrated - that it is better to give than to receive. This Christmas season, keep us reminded of this. We pray for those who are suffering lack this Christmas. The poor, hungry, homeless - we pray that they would find their way out of poverty and loss. Give them a fresh start.

Father, we pray for the families of the soldiers killed by terrorists in Syria, and of those killed by the shooter at Brown University in Rhode Island. We ask for great comfort and grace to be given to them at this time. We also pray for the families of Jews killed and wounded by terrorists in Australia, asking for grace and comfort. Our hearts break for these innocent people. 

And most of all, we pray for those who do not know Christ as Savior. Send messengers to them with the good news. Assign intercessors to pray for them. Open their eyes, lift the veil, and reveal Christ to them. We ask all of this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

Our decree:

We declare that greed will not control us; generosity will be our guiding standard.


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Introduction

The Christmas season is always a special time. There are glitter and lights to remind us of the upcoming holiday. As Christians, we look forward to celebrating our Savior’s birth. However, with gift buying, Christmas parties, decorating, and so much more, we can lose track of why we celebrate this special day. Today our friend Gina Gholston shares a personal story of how Jesus recaptured her attention. Her title is:

He Takes My Breath Away

Several years ago, a couple of days before Christmas, I was rushing around, doing some last-minute shopping. I went inside one of those stores where everything costs a dollar. While looking for gift bags near the front of the store, I heard the doorbell ring, announcing that another customer had entered the already over-crowded shop. The aisles were packed with shoppers who were in a hurry to get things done and get home. The joy and reason for the season seemed to have been lost in the rush, but that was all about to change!

There was really no need for a doorbell to give an alert for this family’s entrance, for from them rang out the voice of a very excited little boy, accompanied by his grandmother and brother. The quiet and reserved older boy appeared to be around eight years old. The smaller one was about six, and he was far from quiet and reserved. He had one speed: fast! His voice had one volume: loud! We would soon discover that the grandmother had brought them there to buy presents for their family.

While bending over slightly and grasping the small boy’s arm, I overheard Grandmother explain to the children, “Now, you each have only $10. That’s all you have, so spend it wisely.”

“TEN DOLLARS! We can buy EVERYBODY a gift for TEN DOLLARS!”

You guessed it….The little guy had been informed that, in his understanding, he had just won the lottery. His eyes were wide with wonder and his feet were ready to run! It was all the grandmother and brother could do to keep him calm.

Suddenly, my gift bags didn’t matter quite as much. I was totally intrigued by this scene before me. Up and down the aisles they went. The older boy quietly put his selected gifts into the cart, with Grandmother’s smile of approval. The little guy…well, he was announcing to the world his selections and who they were for. With a gleam in his eye, he reached to get a selection of fake flowers, saying very loudly, “THIS IS FOR MOMMY!” and “THIS CUP IS FOR GRANDPA. He needs a new cup!” On and on he bounced through the store, to the chagrin of some other shoppers, but they didn’t deter him, not one bit. He was on a mission!

After about an hour, the boys found their treasures. I could tell that Grandmother was tired, but there was a twinkle in her eyes for the joy she knew this little trip to the dollar store was bringing her grandchildren.

They got into the very long line. There was only one cashier and another lady helping bag the items. I was standing by the gift bags, captivated by this joyous mission I had watched. The little boy was fidgety and the line just wasn’t moving fast enough for him. Finally, the time came for their purchases to be made. “I have TEN DOLLARS!” he announced to the cashier. She smiled graciously.

The older boy placed all his items on the counter. The cashier rang up his purchases, and then it was the little one’s turn. There were at least ten people in the long line behind them, obviously growing more and more impatient, looking at their watches, and rolling their eyes. You get the picture. But the little guy was oblivious to the world around him. He had captured the joy of the season, and wasn’t about to let a few scrooges ruin his moment!

Placing one item at a time on the counter, he announced to the clerk and the whole store once again who would be receiving each item: “THIS ONE’S FOR MOMMY! THIS ONE’S FOR GRANDPA…” On and on until each gift was broadcast to all.

As he was placing the last gift on the counter, the lady behind the cashier stepped aside for a moment, exposing a shelf on the wall behind her. On that shelf were thick glass trinkets with carvings inside them. One of the carvings held an image of the face of Jesus.

Suddenly, when the little boy saw the glass trinket with Jesus inside, he gasped so deeply it felt as if he sucked all the air out of the room. Then he adamantly declared, “I WANT JESUS! I’VE GOT TO HAVE THAT JESUS!” Grandma explained to him, “Honey, you’ve already spent your money. You made your choices.”

His response in that moment shifted the atmosphere in the entire store, and took my breath away.

“I’ll put it ALL back if I can just have that Jesus! Please, Grandma, I’ve got to have that Jesus!” As much effort as he put into searching for his treasures, none of that mattered now. He was willing to go without them if it meant he could have Jesus.

Suddenly, through the voice of a small child, we were all touched, even jolted back into proper perspective regarding what the season was actually about. I could see through the tears in my own tears that many of the other patrons had also been deeply touched by what just happened. Everyone was quiet, then the man in line behind Grandmother and the boys told the cashier to give the trinket to the boy, and he would pay for it.

I was so moved by what I had just seen, that I abandoned my quest for gift bags and went back to my car, collecting my thoughts. As I sat there, quietly reflecting on what had just happened, I heard the Lord say, “That touched Me, too.” Then this question flooded my being, “When was the last time Jesus took your breath away?”

In our fast-paced hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, we often lose sight of the One who is the reason for the season. Born in that manger was the Son of God who came to live and die for each of us, taking on Himself the sins of the world. Our sacrificial Lamb completed His assignment, and through our acceptance of Him as Savior, we, who were in the world without hope and without God, can be reconciled unto God, grafted in to His family. Yeshua! Savior! May we all truly behold Him this season. And may the treasures that were most valuable pale in comparison to the beauty of the One who has made us His own!

In all the craziness of this world today, I pray that each of us will find that place and moment when Jesus recaptures our attention. As we truly behold Him, may everything else fade away as we once again, see the beauty of the One our soul loves. It is my sincere prayer that during this Christmas season, we will see Him again. Spend time with Him. Allow Him to take your breath away, as if seeing Him for the very first time!

Pray with me:

Jesus, may we experience You as You recapture our attention. May everything be moved aside that is hindering us from truly seeing You, and may we stand in awe as we behold You. May we see You as that little boy saw You, with wide-eyed wonder and child-like faith, causing everything else to pale in comparison to the reality of who You are! This is how America will be saved! This is how the world will be changed: when we acknowledge You and bring You back to the center of our focus. May our eyes be opened to truly see You, and may the reality of Your splendor take our breath away!

Our decree:

Jesus is our most valuable Treasure, our Pearl of great price. We decree that obstacles are being removed, enabling us to see Him as we stand in awe of who He is!

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Today’s post was contributed by Gina Gholston. You can find out more about her at GinaGholston.com.

 
 

The Appeals That Saved Us Then Will Save Us Now

In yesterday’s post, I wrote about realigning America with heaven, based on Matthew 6:10, where Jesus instructed us to ask for His Kingdom rule to come “on earth, as it is in heaven.” I shared about how America’s Founders were aligned with heaven in the founding of our nation. I also said, “We need more than patriots in government to restore America; we need patriotic intercessors, those willing to appeal to heaven for America’s realignment with God. Our Founders recognized this need in our nation’s beginning. This is why Washington commissioned the creation of the Appeal To Heaven flag and flew it over America’s naval vessels and battlefields in the Revolutionary War.”

Our Founders believed so much in the power of prayer–appealing to heaven–that they spoke of it in the Declaration of Independence:

“We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States…”(1)  

Think about that - the power of prayer is mentioned in the first legal document of our nation, the Declaration that began America’s existence! 

Patriot and signer of the Declaration, Samuel Adams, referenced this a year later during one of the most challenging points of the Revolutionary War. Adams is certainly one of my favorite Founding Fathers.

In September of 1777, a year after declaring independence, things were not going well for the American patriots. They had lost New York City and Fort Ticonderoga, and were badly defeated at the Battle of Brandywine, losing hundreds of soldiers. They were losing ground quickly in Pennsylvania, and the Capital, Philadelphia, was about to be captured by the British. The patriots quickly hid the large Liberty Bell, inscribed with the quote from Leviticus 25:10, “Proclaim liberty throughout the land to all the inhabitants thereof,” just in the nick of time. Congress then fled to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and then to York. 

Ira Stoll says of the desperate time, “John Adams of Massachusetts wrote in his diary, ‘The prospect is chilling, on every Side: Gloomy, dark, melancholy, and dispiriting.’

“The number of delegates present at Congress had dwindled to a mere twenty from the fifty-six members who had signed the Declaration of Independence in 1776. Those remaining gathered for a private meeting in York to question whether there was any hope of success.”(2)

One of those still present was the aforementioned Samuel Adams (John Adams’s cousin). Sam had already lost much during the war. Friends had been killed, his home was destroyed, and he was on the run. In an act intended to demoralize, the British had desecrated the Old South Church in Boston, which had been attended by his family and many of the Founding Fathers. The pews were removed, the floor was covered with dirt, and it was used as a riding academy. 

At this difficult time of great despair, the indomitable Sam Adams gave the remaining members of Congress a pep talk:

“If we despond, public confidence is destroyed, the people will no longer yield their support to a hopeless contest, and American liberty is no more. Through the darkness that shrouds our prospects, the ark of safety is visible. Despondency becomes not the dignity of our cause, nor the character of those who are its supporters.”(3)

Stoll states that Adams continued his words by “comparing the American revolutionaries to the Israelites who had left the slavery of Egypt. According to Exodus, chapter 13, God had guided them in the wilderness with a ‘pillar of cloud by day’ and a ‘pillar of fire by night.’ Then Adams said: 

“‘Let us awaken then, and evince a different spirit, – a spirit that shall inspire the people with confidence in themselves and in us, – a spirit that will encourage them to persevere in this glorious struggle, until their rights and liberties shall be established on a rock. We have proclaimed to the world our determination “to die freemen, rather than to live slaves.” We have appealed to Heaven for the justice of our cause, and in Heaven we have placed our trust. Numerous have been the manifestations of God’s providence in sustaining us. In the gloomy period of adversity, we have had “our cloud by day and pillar of fire by night.” We have been reduced to distress, and the arm of Omnipotence has raised us up. Let us still rely in humble confidence on Him who is mighty to save. Good tidings will soon arrive. Heaven shall never abandon us while we act worthy of its aid and protection.’”(4)

Thomas Jefferson once called Sam Adams: “truly the man of the Revolution…for depth of purpose, zeal, and sagacity, no man in Congress exceeded, if any equalled, Sam Adams.”(5) The Founders may have given up, had it not been for the passion and faith of this amazing man.  

The original American dream wasn’t about wealth, but freedom—freedom to worship and freedom from tyranny. It was also about partnering with God to release the light of His word to all nations, and exporting His glorious gospel to the ends of the earth. 

It was a shared dream, born in the heart of God and deposited in the womb of our nation. However, some in America have perverted this holy desire and God-honoring partnership, turning the dream into a narcissistic lust for money, possessions, power, and pleasure. As uncontrolled appetites always do, the gluttonous cravings gradually grew in intensity until people no longer controlled them—they controlled the people. Liberty became license; independence became rebellion; and their “freedoms” enslaved them. Of course, at some point, the piper – which for America became the discordant notes of our perverted dream – will always demand his payment. Consequently, America is no longer feeding on the dream; the dream is feeding on us.

The spiritual giants of debt, abortion, violence, racism, addictions, and sexual perversions – all are strongholds that have been ruling and destroying America.

It didn’t stop there. Our government became completely chaotic, losing the ability to govern, even with simple common sense, let alone wisdom and accurate constitutional law. Black-robed ideologues found the right to abortion in one word, “privacy”! Many of our leaders deny our true history and oppose our Creator. God’s ways are scorned, and amorality is the new law of the land. The true American dream is in jeopardy. 

If Adams were alive today, his response to this loss of life and reason would be, in part, a passionate plea to “appeal to Heaven once again. The God who saved us then will save us now!” 

And so we do. 

Pray with me:

Father, You created America in amazing fashion, doing so to use her as a trumpet of the gospel to the ends of the earth. We are humbled and deeply moved by this.

We are also greatly impacted by the knowledge that we were born under a movement of prayer, that appealing to You was the source of our freedom. 

You have brought the Appeal To Heaven flag out of history’s archives, and we are appealing once again. Just as our Founders placed in the Declaration of Independence, we are “appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions.” As we do, we are confident that You will once again free us from oppression, this time originating from within, and realign us with Heaven. 

We ask that You overthrow the evil trying to destroy our heritage and destiny. Overthrow those who defile our children and promote perversion. Overthrow false gods and false religions. We bind the spiritual powers behind these efforts in the name of Jesus! And Lord, pour fuel on the revival that has begun in America and other nations. Cause it to burn brightly! Save billions, we pray in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ...Amen.

Our decree:

We decree that the appeal to heaven is being made again...and will succeed again!

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