Back to the Past…not Back to the Future

One of my favorite Hallmark Christmas movies was on this evening, Journey Back to Christmas with Candace Cameron Bure.

In it, she time travels about 70 years into the future.

Of course, we all know that Marty McFly zip zaps to the future AND the past with Doc in the Back to the Future trilogy.

I’ve made no secret of my desire to go back in time and right some wrongs, from redoing high school to raising my kids with a grandmother’s mindset. (And patience. AND wisdom of just how fleeting their time at home is.)

There are also many things that were GOOD that I’d love to revisit.

Playing board games with my sister, eating dinner with my family on a random weeknight, visiting my grandparents…

(Bending over without pain, running without wheezing, seeing my feet?)

But seriously, I’ve spent more than a minute asking for this miracle of going back in time.

Watching this movie tonight, I realized that not once have I asked the Lord to let me go to the future.

I would be as scared as this girl is.

Probably more so because this world is getting more and more wicked.

I’m terrified to think what it will be like in 70 years.

Will America still be a free country? Will Christianity be outlawed? Will people still be allowed to pray publicly?

If I went to the future and saw where we were (because I know where we are headed), I’m not sure I could come back and lead a productive life. I think I’d be weeping all day.

I think the Lord is already weeping at how we’ve turned from Him.

Last week I talked about how my childhood was rooted in faith. In church.

Now, people stay home and catch up on sleep on Sundays. They refuse to make their kids attend church if they don’t want to. They see God has an archaic figure, an abstract concept.

And we wonder why our country is in such dire straits…

So if you swing by to pick me up in a DeLorean with a flux capacitor, please make sure it’s set to the PAST not the FUTURE!



It’s Sunday night! Time to gear up for a new week. As always, the best way to do that is to PUT ON THE ARMOR OF GOD (Ephesians 6:10-18) but we also will focus on ONE area to strengthen our walk with the Lord. Just one focus to help us grow a faith that cannot fade with the demands of life and the pressures of this world. This week we will focus on SEASONAL JOY!

Let’s say it together: JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!

It’s easy to forget that; I’m guilty of it myself. Commercials and billboards and radio ads aren’t proclaiming THE KING IS COMING! They’re shouting 75% off and filling our heads with images that convey gifts equal love.

If you have a decent Christmas budget, you can easily get bogged down by time constraints, finding the perfect gift, shipping delays, and knotted ribbon.

If you don’t have a Christmas budget, you are more apt to fall into a depression or jealousy over not being able to produce the Christmas you see those around you having.

Perhaps your holidays are so filled with children’s performances, work parties, and social obligations that you barely have time to relax much less reflect on the season.

Look at your schedule for this week. Is it filled to the brim? Practically non-existent?

If there’s TOO MUCH, then look at what you can skip this year. Or leave early. Enlist help- a neighbor teen can help wrap or even babysit for a few hours. Make sure everything on your list this week is something that brings you JOY. And make sure to carve out some quiet time at least twice this week to sit back and reflect on the true meaning of Christmas.

If there’s NOT ENOUGH, find some free holiday joy in your area. Most cities have free programs like Tree Lightings or Christmas Concerts. Make yourself get in the spirit of the season even if you can’t afford the bells and whistles of Christmas. Christmas gifts come and go in our lives but Christmas MEMORIES stay with us forever.


Washed in His….GOOSE?!!

On Monday, I talked about how my friend Margaret and I were still playimg with Fisher Price people in junior high. Today, I go back even farther.

While Margaret and I usually played Fisher Price people at her house, we tended to do more outdoor games at mine.

One of our favorites was Duck, Duck, Goose. However, we modified it by singing hymns as we went around the circle until we finally replaced a word with GOOSE.

As an adult, there are so many things that I find strange about this.

  1. It was just the two of us. There was no circle to actually run around.
  2. We loved to sing and were apparently such hams that there was never any surprise as to when the word GOOSE was coming. It would come at the very end of the song lest our solos be cut short.
  3. It might have been sacreligious to sing Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine…born of His Spirit, washed in His GOOSE.

But the thing is, it wasn’t. Not then.

We sang the hymns even in our play time because those were the songs in our hearts.

We loved the Lord. We loved church, our friends at church, the church services, our Sunday School classes, Choir, G.A.s, church musicals…

Our parents had us at church Sunday morning, Sunday evenings, and Wednesday nights. Some weeks there were activities on Saturdays as well.

We loved it.

I hear people make the joke, “The first drug I ever did is I was drug to church…”

I hate that joke. Not only do I not find it funny, I don’t relate. At all.

Church was my world.

My parents worked long hours and occasional extra jobs; Margaret’s mom did the job of two parents and busy herself. But they never once said, “Let’s just skip this week and rest.” It just wasn’t an option. Not only was it not an option, it wasn’t a desire.

They loved the Lord too.

I know where it came from.

When I’d visit my grandparents, gospel music played on the 8-track in my Grandma’s car. My Grandaddy would sit on the front porch swing and sing hymns all day.

When you grow up praising God, you teach your kids to grow up praising God.

When you love the Lord so much that the hymns come out even in your playtime, you know that your heart holds nothing but love for the Savior.

What does YOUR heart hold?