Why are you crying out to me?

Then the LORD said to Moses, “Why are you crying out to me? Tell the Israelites to move on.”

Exodus 14:15

Our pastor said something very similar on Sunday. He was teaching on the armor of God and how we don’t need to beg for more faith, but to just act on the faith we already have.

I’m glad that in other parts of the Bible God says this:

“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”

Jeremiah 33:3

But sometimes we just need to step out in faith. Move on.

I am wondering what it is God has in mind for me, with these two teachings of the same thing coming so close together. I guess you will all hear about it sooner or later!

Have you already called on the Lord? Is He now asking you to move on? If so, remember the glorious victory he gave the Israelites in a seemingly impossible situation (Exodus 14).

Many blessings!


Moses the meek

Whenever I think of Moses and how God used him to free the Israelites from Egypt, I think of Charlton Heston in The Ten Commandments.

Read Exodus 3 – 6 and you find a quite different picture. Moses constantly begs God to send someone else, and whines about the difficulties of talking with Pharoah, at first.

Thankfully, by chapter 7, Moses seems to settle into his role, though Aaron is still the one that does the talking for him.

I find it encouraging that God uses Moses in spite of his nerves and weaknesses.

I also find it encouraging that Moses eventually does gain enough trust in God to stop whining about every difficulty and just do what is asked of him.

May you also find comfort and encouragement for whatever lies ahead of you in the account of Moses.

“What if they don’t believe me?”

While reading about God giving Moses a sign he could use to convince his fellow Israelites that God had indeed sent Moses to free them from Egypt, I thought, I wished God would give me a sign that I could use when telling others about today – how Jesus came to free all of us from death and hell, and the chains of sin here on earth.

And His peaceful but clear voice said, “I did. Tell people about the miracles I have done for you.”

A pastor at a church I used to attend said that the way he would share about Jesus with people was to tell them about how Jesus affects him. In Christianese, he would tell people his testimony – he would witness to them about what Christ had done for him. Why? Nobody can argue with you about your own story about yourself.

The Bible says it this way:

They triumphed over him (Satan)
by the blood of the Lamb
and by the word of their testimony;
they did not love their lives so much
as to shrink from death.

Revelation 12:11

Jesus saves us so that we can tell others!

Happy Easter!

We are annoying!

NOTE: This is written for people with high-functioning autism. If you don’t have it, feel free to skip this, as it probably won’t do you much good:)

I was talking with my son with autism the other day. He said that he was having a hard time in his social skills class because he was feeling weighed down by all of the negative comments he was hearing from his classmates – kids who feel treated poorly because of their autism.

We talked a bit about different ways he could try to not let those comments get to him – listen to music to block out the words, think about something else, pray for his classmates, try to offer words of encouragement (though that doesn’t usually go so well – people commiserating don’t usually want to hear a reason not to complain).

Finally I said, you know, we people with autism are often quite annoying to other people. We don’t mean to be, but the fact simply is: we are.

So when we feel mistreated, we need to remember that we probably did something that pushed the other person over the edge of decorous behavior. Yes, people should be kind, no matter what. But we should also learn to be less annoying, no matter what. They are only human and just aren’t going to be able to be infinitely patient with us all of the time.

Our disability is generally invisible, which means that most people won’t realize we have autism. And those that do don’t necessarily know what that really means  – how that makes us different. And those that do, just get tired, sometimes.

We need to cling to the verse:

2 Timothy 1:7
For God gave us not a spirit of fearfulness; but of power and love and discipline.

When we see a colleague’s eyes glazing over (yes, that means that you need to make eye contact, at least every so often!), we need to try to wrap up our monologue and ask a question about them. When we feel like something isn’t right, we need to practice praying about whether or not we should actually say something, and if so, how to be as tactful and kind as possible.

Yes, sometimes we aren’t treated nicely. But remember, we truly can be annoying!

The Greatest of these is Love

I was so saddened to read this article on how people still believe that those with developmental disabilities are, “horrors:” Babies with Down Syndrome are a ‘Horror’ Claims Philly Columnist.

As a parent of a child, son-to-be-adult, who has a developmental disability, I will say that raising him has taken more time, effort and money than raising my neurotypical daughter. And while it seems that he will probably be able to live a “normal” life as an adult, he will probably always need a little more support from us, a spouse, others in his life than a “normal” adult would.

But to classify him or someone with Down Syndrome as a “horror”? I thought we were beyond that as a society.

Maybe people with developmental disabilities will never be “contributing members of society” in the American sense of being economically independent and supporting others financially. But what do we hear over and over again from people at the end of their lives. Is it that they wished that they could have made more money or spent more money on someone else? No, it is that they wished that they would have taken more time to love and accept love.

I spent a fair amount of time around people with Down Syndrome who were classmates of my son in special education classes. And I am sorry to sound cliche, but they truly are some of the most loving people I have ever met. They would keep watch over my son, their colleague, and make sure that he knew what was going on, make sure that he was included – something that generally doesn’t happen around his “normal” peers.

So if we truly believe that Love is the most important thing in this life, wouldn’t we want more of these “horrors” around, not less?

Happy late Valentine’s Day!