One morning this week while savoring a cup of coffee at the dining room table, lost in thought, contemplating the busy work day ahead; I was struck by what I have frequently called a “God Moment”, when God reaches down from Heaven and taps you on the shoulder, providing you with just exactly what you need at the moment. At arm’s reach through the window pane hangs two, very busy, bird feeders. Most mornings there is an albeit small, cacophony of raucous commotion from a growing group of finches. These little guys enjoy a friendly riot, vying for their spot at the free meal. But, this particular morning, it is the hummingbird feeder or its visitors, that captured my attention. We usually have three ruby-throated hummingbirds that frequent our offering but the last few days have brought a few more to sample our hospitality. Their presence breaks through my “mind-in-neutral” state like shattering glass. Tiny, synchronized flight patterns, my own aerial ballet, and all I can think is…”Ain’t God Good”!
Miracles in a Thimble
These wonders of nature are, at the least, beautiful. More than that, they are a miracle that would nearly fit in a thimble. They remind me

that marvelous wonders can be beheld in the most simple of things. We just have to open our eyes and our hearts to take them in. Just to emphasize the point, these little emerald streaks have hearts that beat over 1200 beats per minute inside their chests. Hummingbirds breathe around 250 times a minute, even at rest. They flap their wings an average of 53 beats per second. Due to being able to rotate their wings in a complete circle, they are the only birds that are capable of flying backward. Pretty cool stuff, huh?
Back to the God Moment
As I stated earlier, sometimes God reaches out and gives us a tap on the shoulder, giving us just the right message. You may remember that in the last post, I shared that I have been suffering from anxiety issues. I believe that the Evil One is at the core of that suffering. I am getting better but God sent me an Instant Message that He surely knew I needed to speed my recovery. My message was clear. “Even in the midst of the chaos, there is beauty.” God is present wherever you are.

My whole countenance changed as my iridescent messengers flitted about. My heart became lighter with each wingbeat. I had a new message to share with the world within my reach. Today I would happily proclaim a message to all. Today I would make this Psalm my own.
This is the day that the LORD has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:24 ESV
This day I would do as the Psalmist instructed us to do.
Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth;
Break forth into joyous song and sing praises!
Psalm 98:4
Ain’t God Good!
The people in my office, the students who came to the bookstore, could all sense something was afoot. I enthusiastically shared my morning with all who inquired and the joyful noise was magnified. Those bright green marvels had done their work and brought God’s word to so many. I hope that you will take the time to slow down a little and just look around you for the beauty and marvel at the miraculous works of out Creator. Chances are, you we find your own “God Moment.” Ain’t God Good!

Wonderful Creator, We thank you for the blessing of your Creation. Help us to see your hand in our lives, making us mindful of Your great love for us. Remembering that You are always with us and that You are always for us. We give You thanks and praise. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen















under control. Out of the blue, my blood sugar readings at midday started regularly hitting the very low 60s and down in the 50s. I started being dizzy and disoriented, my vision blurred and I got very jittery, nearly like a palsy. I panicked, my wife panicked, even my endocrinologist panicked. With warnings of potential diabetic comas and the like, I was schooled in emergency measures to take and I now carry a special kit in case I pass out due to dropping blood sugar levels.
Pneumonia saps your strength and leaves you with no energy. I am told that I should expect to take about a month to fully recover. I realize now why so many of our older folks die from having pneumonia. Whether from having too much pride or from not girding myself from evil, the Devil stopped me in my tracks. But no more! God protected me, after all. Get thee behind me Satan! Be gone. You hold no power over me, for I belong to God Almighty! By the Power of the Holy Spirit, I will continue my Commission!
hour on Sunday and then go about the status quo. We should take a lesson from Christ tossing the money changers from the Temple. It is way past time to stand up. Be heard. Make a difference. Jesus was not a pushover. We shouldn’t be either. We are supposed to love each other. Does the father show his son love if he does not offer him direction and correction if needed? Does God the Father not guide and correct his errant children.
churches, with their coffee bars, and stage performances, their gymnasiums, and their pablum-for-the-soul preachers rotted our perception of what we are to be about? Beloved, if your Pastor is not challenging you to be more like our Savior, to pick up your cross and bear the weight of its burden, you may as well have stayed home. We were made in God’s image, not He in ours.
not being challenged effectively. We cannot be the hands and feet of Jesus if we are not making the effort to be the hands and feet of Jesus. It is way past time to reach out to our neighbors in need. It is time to put down our smartphones and parent our children. We may not feel that we can change the world but we can change our part of it. We just have to show up. Stand up.
challenging His followers to be different from the rest of the world. To stand up for Christian principles, and challenge the world to bring change. When has there been a greater need than now to do just that? We must stand up, become warriors for Christ. Pick up our swords and fight for God. If your church is not moving you toward making a stand, to reach out to those in need of some Jesus in their lives, not moving you to be the hands and feet of Christ; then maybe it is time to change…churches.
for was something that I possessed all along. I just had to claim it. I have written before that we are “just passin’ through” this world. There was never meant to be any permanence here. My home, and yours, is already waiting for us. Our place has been reserved. Jesus has gone before us to prepare the place. He told the Apostles:
hospital for sinners. This last statement has been attributed to many from St. Augustine to Abigail Van Buren (Dear Abby). Whoever said it, I believe they had Jesus’ words in mind. Though the building in which we meet is by no means our home, I believe that Church is a place we belong. We are called to congregate together, to support each other, to pray for each other and the world. To praise the One who made us. A place to rejoice in our blessings and share the Grace of God with each other. To celebrate our various gifts.
The communion of Christian fellowship is a place to gain the strength and renewal needed to face the world. Our Churches should be full of the Love of Christ, one should be challenged and encouraged there, uplifted and confronted. Even this transient heart can find comfort and peace there, a sense of belonging. It is a place to help us find our Home. It may not be our final destination but it is a great place to start. After all, there is no place like Home!