The Story of Two Fathers

A few weeks ago while eating with friends we were talking about water heaters, of all things. And I said, “We didn't have a water heater in our home until I was out of the home, married and had three children.” And my friend was astonished. He said, "Did you heat water and dump it into the tub?" And I said, “We didn't have a tub!”

I went on to say that we didn't have a furnace, curtains at the windows, a telephone or indoor plumbing. We did get a black and white television around 1956. Why didn't we have modern amenities in the 1950's and beyond? My father was born in 1899. He was 50 when I was born. He had seen World War I as a soldier and had recently gone through the Great Depression. His childhood was not easy being the seventh child in his family when his father died before the baby was born. He told stories of being “farmed out” to a neighboring family to help tend sheep. His payment was a new pair of jeans plus his room and board. His oldest sister was his teacher in a one room school house. He only had an eighth grade education but he was a whiz at mental arithmetic and was a skilled carpenter. He worked as an electrician on airplanes during World War II.

There were at least two sides to my father. If I woke up early enough I would sit on his lap on a weekday morning before he went off to work. I remember him going sledding with me as a young child. Good memories. When I was in second grade my parents began hosting foster children and he would sometimes tell me there was a treat in the garage for me, usually a candy bar. I think he felt I needed a special treat occasionally. One day we got a new boy and he was shy and scared being in a new home and wouldn't eat. I remember seeing my dad feeding him spoonfuls of soup and talking to him gently. He told him if he ate his soup he could see a pretty picture in the bottom of the bowl. This was a very strange side of my father for me to see as I had seen a sterner, stricter side most of the time.

My dad was very authoritative and demanding. When he said to do something, we all knew to obey. And I learned very early that telling the truth had its rewards. No spankings! He was very impatient and wanted things to be done quickly. I remember being sent to the tool shed many times to look for a tool I knew nothing about. If it took me too long to find it, he would come to the shed and swear. I would often run into the house even before I looked and get mother to help me so I wouldn't have to hear him swear and feel his displeasure.

I remember having to sit at the table until I ate everything on my plate and choking down food I didn't like. This is so different from him feeding soup to a little boy! We children were taught to work and I do appreciate my father teaching me to enjoy working. But we worked under some extreme circumstances, like a grainery which had no ventilation. We children were to take turns during harvest by standing in the middle of the grainery and shoveling the grain toward the back.  His neighbor man was shoveling the grain in toward us and the dust was so thick and it was hard to breathe. I used to dread this job days before it arrived. We ground corn for the cows to eat which was also dusty. We had to carry the ground meal to the barn.

A lot of Saturdays our job was shoveling manure into the spreader. In the fall we spent many an evening and Saturday husking corn. Dad didn't want a picker to harvest his corn because it left a lot of waste so his neighboring farmers would help him cut the corn with a sickle, put it into shocks and stand them up in the field. In the fall we would push these shocks over, kneel down in front of it and husk each ear off the stock. We would throw the corn onto a pile which we had to pick up later and throw into a wagon. Occasionally we did this in the snow and there were many cold mornings. We also pulled weeds throughout the corn field during the summer. He would give us a certain amount of rows we had to do while he was at work.

Remember the primitive conditions I mentioned above? My father didn't have a bathroom in our home because our land wouldn't perk but the other things he withheld from my mother didn't have such a good reason. He would say, “There will be no curtains at my windows. Windows were meant to see out of.” I used to lie in bed at night dreaming of when I would be able to provide these comforts of home for my mother. I wanted her to feel cherished and special as a woman. And God gave me that opportunity the last three years of her life.

In my teen years after I became a Christian I wanted to attend evening service at my local church. I found out that if I asked Dad if I could go he would say, “What do you want to go to church again for? You were already there once today!” And it was a hassle to get permission. But if I just went without asking, there was no punishment! My father who wanted nothing to do with religion shocked me when I came home from Bible college for a visit. I had been praying a silent grace for over a year at meals and all of a sudden he had me pray aloud the blessing on the food. What conflicted situations!

All these mixed messages and a desire to please my father would eventually lead to years of depression and lack of self worth, especially after his death. That might be a topic for a future blog.

But I am so thankful my heavenly Father loved me so much He gave his son, Jesus, to be my Savior. John 3:16. But many people, like me, have needed healing in our image of God. These verses are just a few that show the heart of the heavenly Father.

Psalm 103:8 “The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.” Ephesians 1:4-5, He chose us . . .to be adopted as his children.

I John 3:1 “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called the children of God.”

Luke 6:36 “Be merciful just as your father is merciful.”

Matthew 11:29, “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart and you will find rest for your souls.”

Romans 8:15, “For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, Abba Father!”

I have a heavenly Father who is a Good, Good Father. I love this song by Chris Tomlin. You can listen to an audio of the song here.

Oh, I've heard a thousand stories
Of what they think You're like
But I've heard the tender whisper
Of love in the dead of night
And You tell me that You're pleased
And that I'm never alone

You're a good good Father
It's who You are, it's who You are, it's who You are
And I'm loved by You
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am

Oh, and I've seen many searching
For answers far and wide
But I know we're all searching
For answers only You provide
‘Cause You know just what we need
Before we say a word

You're a good good Father
It's who You are, it's who You are, it's who You are
And I'm loved by You
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am

Cause You are perfect in all of Your ways
You are perfect in all of Your ways
You are perfect in all of Your ways to us

You are perfect in all of Your ways
Oh, You are perfect in all of Your ways
You are perfect in all of Your ways to us

Oh, it's love so undeniable
I, I can hardly speak
Peace so unexplainable
I, I can hardly think
As You call me deeper still
As You call me deeper still
As You call me deeper still
Into love, love, love

You're a good good Father
It's who You are, it's who You are, it's who You are
And I'm loved by You
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am

You're a good good Father
It's who You are, it's who You are, it's who You are
And I'm loved by You
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am
You're a good good Father

You are perfect in all of Your ways
You are perfect in all of Your ways
You are perfect in all of Your ways

Mother's in Israel

As a young girl nearing the teen years my mother stopped going to her church in town because my father complained about traveling seven miles to town when there was a church “in our back yard”, as he would say. It was actually about a half mile the way the crow flies but a mile by car. So Dad would take us to this nice country church and drop us off.
 

As a child living in a nominal Christian home I was at a cross roads, spiritually speaking. I needed a Mother in Israel. This phrase is not used much in our modern vernacular. To me it means a woman who shares her life and love with a needy person. A woman who leads by example. A woman who invests her time and energy into helping, encouraging, and praying for a lost, needy soul to come to a fullness of knowing Christ and to help them know how to live for Christ here on earth.

The phrase, Mother in Israel comes directly from Scripture in Judges 5:6-7 where Deborah identifies herself as a Mother in Israel. This happened after a great military victory led by Deborah. Jubilation gives rise to a song, which celebrates the exciting events and captures them for posterity. You can read more of the Old Testament story in a blog by Michael D Green Jr. here.

As a teenage girl my Sunday School teacher was Hazel Wise. Class was held in the last pew on the left side of the sanctuary. A large class of adults used the right side of the sanctuary. So we girls would sit in the last pew and Sister Wise would stand in front of us. She was so nice and sweet. She taught us how to pray by having us pray sentence prayers. That was less formidable or threatening. She was an awesome teacher mostly because we knew she cared. She loved us. It was Sister Wise who asked me one night in revival if I wanted to go to the altar and become a Christian. It was that opening of a window into my soul that God finally penetrated that night as I was laying in my bed. He wouldn't let me sleep until I said Yes to Him. Sister Wise's influence and friendship continued into my adult life and she was the caterer for my wedding reception!

Carol Ogburg and her family were neighbors to my parents and when I came home from college for a visit Mother told me I should get to know her. Carol was not much older than me but she was wise and caring, plus a lot of fun. She was a Mennonite who lived her faith everyday and she took me in under her wing. She taught me many things and we did lots of projects together. She was a listening ear to me during my engagement year and helped in wedding planning. She and her husband hosted the rehearsal meal since my in-laws were from out of state. Carol went to be with the Lord way too early. She was 39 when she lost her battle to ovarian cancer. She took many of my secret thoughts and struggles to heaven with her. She was a wonderful friend and perhaps even a Mother in Israel to me!

Eleanor Slagenweit and her husband were deacons at their church when we were pastoring our first church at Canoe Creek Brethren in Christ near Hollidaysburg, Pa. I am not sure how we first got acquainted but we connected. She was so caring and had a great listening ear. She made me feel welcome to go to her home and spend a good part of a day with her. We would often do something like canning fruit or vegetables while we talked. Well, I talked and Eleanor listened. But then she would give good council and pray with me. She was just what a young new pastor's wife needed. And she was also a good “grandma” to our babies too. She kept our one year old son when I was in the hospital with our newborn daughter. This friendship continued over the years and Eleanor and Mark had become the pastoral couple at Canoe Creek a little while before we began pastoring in Altoona, a few miles away. So now we had fellowship and connections as pastoral couples. We enjoyed many good times in their home and appreciated their friendship. Five years later we finished pastoring at Altoona and actually attended Canoe Creek church for a year and now Mark and Eleanor were our pastoral couple. Eleanor was my rock in a troubled time and I could call her or visit with her and she would give good council and pray with me.

There were a few more that I could mention, like Leah Young, a Bible teacher, prayer warrior and friend to many. Barb Wirrick was a peer, but she was always ready to offer help when needed. I spent many a day sitting at her kitchen table talking and trying to figure out life, love, and me! Norma Horst, is an encourager and confidant; whom I refer to as my Forever Friend. Of all these women, Norma is the only one still living and she is the proof reader for my blog.

So, do you have special people in your life that have been a Mother in Israel to you? Give special thanks to Jesus and to them for speaking into your life. Have you ever thought about what an influence and Kingdom builder you can be as you give your time and heart and invest in the spiritual lives of people?

I am so thankful for all these ladies that were in my life. I am rich in friends and in all these women who have gone on to their heavenly reward. Now it is my turn to pay it forward and invest in women who need an encouraging word or hug or comforting hand on their shoulder. It is my turn to tell them of the victory that can be won through Christ. It is my turn.

Surprised by A Song . . .or Two

It was an ordinary evening as I sat in my chair looking at Facebook over a year ago. I saw a link to a story that I thought may be interesting and began a journey through a blog written by Kelli Haddock.  Her story is quite heartbreaking and yet inspiring.  Over ten years ago while traveling with her husband and 14 mo old son, they were in a horrible traffic accident which took the life of her husband and left her son with many injuries.


I next followed a link to her music (Kelli is a singer/songwriter) and was listening to some of her music while reading the stories behind the songs.  When the song, “Is It Enough”* started to play, I immediately burst into tears.  And not just tears but sobs.  This is so unlike me.  I can sometimes tear up, but not often do I break out sobbing. And that is what happened when I heard these words: “Is it enough to simply come with nothing in my hands for you?  Is it enough to simply say that there's little to be said to you?  This is where I am today. My busy mind needs to quiet down.  I need to stop and listen, I need to hear you say, It is enough for me to come.”

Why did this touch me?  Because I had been too busy.  I had not come to Him in a few weeks.  And this was after a season of really searching and meditating in a concerted manner for more of the Presence of God and here I was, not even spending much time with the Lord.  Of course, I had been in touch “on the run”!  So I sobbed and cried out to the Lord.  I was so happy to realize anew that it was “Enough to simply come to him and rest and sit a while with Him”.  It was ok not to have words.  Not to make excuses.  Just to be.  And to understand that He was ok with that.  And that He is ok with me.  He just wants me to sit a while with Him. To listen.

Fast forward a few weeks to a concert by Frances Drost, another singer/songwriter.  I feel so blessed to call Frances a friend.  I was enjoying the Portraits of White concert immensely.  Near the end of the evening, Frances sang the song, “You With Me”**.  She asks the question, “What does a lonely soul have to do to be unlonely at the busiest time of the year?” (Christmas)  Then the chorus says, “God with us is you with me, his hands and feet are in my reach. I know he cares when you are there.  God with us is you with me.”   The next verse ends with the question, “Is there anyone here loving me?”

For some reason, my mind linked these two songs.  Both are hauntingly beautiful.  Both bring me to tears.  Both bring me to Jesus.  Frances ends the song with these words, “Jesus came down to earth to live with us and touch us.  His love carries on when we give our love to each other.”



*Kelli Haddock’s story can be found on her website:  kellihaddock.com
 The song, Is It Enough?  is on the album, Leave the Light On and can be found on the website and also iTunes

**Frances Drost can be found at: francesdrost.com
Her song, You With Me is on the album, Portraits of White and can be found on You Tube and Spotify.







        

Guilt or Grace?

She was sitting in her special quiet place with the lamplight falling on the pages of a love letter. She poured over the words and took in the meaning of the words meant just for her. She longed for the day she would see him face to face and get to express her love for him. But she didn't realize he was right there with her! Sitting right next to her. She wasn't attuned to his presence!

How many of us have felt guilty about having “devotions”? How many of us have struggled with having a time of reading our Bible and praying? Is it just a “chore” to cross off our list? Is it something we do or Someone we meet?

Jesus said in John 5:39-40, “You have your heads in your Bibles constantly because you think you will find eternal life there. But you miss the forest for the trees. These scriptures are all about me!” And here I am, standing right before you and you aren't willing to receive from Me the life you say you want.” AMP

This sounds like reading the Scriptures isn't important. But that isn't what Jesus is saying. Here it is in ESV: “You search the scriptures because you think in them you have eternal life; and it is they that bear witness about me, yet you refuse to come to me that you may have life.”

A few months ago two friends posted quotes the same day that complemented each other, not knowing the other was posting. They spoke truth to me. The first one: “Too many people are content to live a life of information rather than revelation. But knowledge alone will never inflame a sustained blaze in you to love Jesus passionately. Only revelation will do that.” Banning Leishbscher in Journey of a World Changer. The second quote: “Revelation leads to encounter which leads to relationship.”

Remember, you are meeting with a Person – Jesus. He is the lover of our souls and He made Adam (and the human race) at Creation for the purpose of fellowship. He wants to be in a relationship with us on a personal, individual basis. It is in Him that we find eternal life. And after we have come to Him in saving faith, He desires us to commune with him. So read your Bible for sure, but also take time to sit in His Presence, be quiet and wait. Wait to feel Him right there with you. He lives in your heart. But our lives, our minds are so busy that we need to quiet ourselves to be able to sense His Presence. Then take time to talk to him, friend to Friend. And you will progress from Information, to Revelation, to a Relationship. And this will lead to Transformation.

Francis Chan wrote: “Our lack of intimacy is due to our refusal to unplug and shut off communication from all others so we can be alone with Him.”

Paul David Tripp wrote in DangerousCalling, “

Chosen by the will of the Father.

Justified by the sacrifice of the Son

Transformed by the presence of the Spirit

GRACE

Sins forgiven

Acceptance given

Presence assured

Wisdom given

Power supplied

Future sealed

GRACE

The Good . . .and the Not So Good, Part 2

The screen door slammed shut as she headed out of the house to begin her walk to the school bus stop, a mere four tenths of a mile up the road. Her feet felt like lead and her heart was beating rapidly in fear. You see, she was being bullied by older children. They would call her names and make fun of her last name by changing it to not so nice words. They would pretend to run her over with their bikes forcing her to run up an embankment that had briers and poison ivy. Why didn't she tell her mother?

But that wasn't the end of the intimidation. On the bus, not many wanted her to sit with them. In school, the teachers would at times take up where those older children left off. One teacher threatened her with punishment because a younger foster child in the home kept forgetting a library book. Another teacher had half of the class as favorites and of course, she was not in the favored half of the class. This teacher belittled her for an error during class participation in front of everyone. This error was caused by nerves in speaking publicly, especially in front of this overbearing teacher. Why didn't she tell her mother?

This was back in the day before teachers asked parents for supplies of tissues so there was no tissue box available for children to help themselves. One teacher threatened this little girl who had the sniffles that “tomorrow you had better bring tissues or else!” There were no boxes of tissues in this little girls home either. Just cloth hankies. So she stopped off at a neighbors house the next morning on the way to the school bus and asked that mother for a few tissues. Why didn't she just ask her mother?

This little girl was so unhappy but couldn't cry. So she would look at the sun on the way home from the school bus stop to make herself tear up and then go into her house and tell her mother she had a tummy ache. She felt so alone and so unloved and so unaccepted.

Of course you have guessed by now. That little girl was me! Why didn't I tell my mother (or father) what was happening in my life? I don't know. Except that I never considered it!

I was taught not to show emotion. No temper tantrums were tolerated. Crying was discouraged. And as a teenager when I would try to tell my mother how I was feeling, I was accused of “sassing” or talking back. I probably could have used a different time and tone but that was a foreign idea at the time. (It has taken me a lifetime to learn that lesson.) This early trauma brought many years of poor self esteem and wondering Who am I?

In the book, The Hardest Peace by Kara Tippetts, I was helped immensely by this paragraph:

“Your story is a good story. In the grief, pain and hard, the Author has a plan. It may feel like a desperate breaking of your very heart, but suffering is not the absence of God or good. In our culture, the goal often seems to be winning, being the best, most beautiful, most successful, but what if that isn't the good story? How has suffering made your story richer? How has it shaped your story?”

Although the complete paragraph is so full of truth, what sticks out to me is, The Author has a plan. Of course the Author is God Himself. He has a plan. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.” I love that Kara Tippetts asks questions throughout this book and expects the reader to stop reading and start writing. This is very therapeutic. Another phrase that shouted to me from the above paragraph is, “suffering is not the absence of God or good.” God is still present in the midst of suffering and He uses it to mold us into a more useful vessel for His kingdom.

Kara Tippetts goes on to write, “The grace of Jesus allows us to look honestly at our lives, not lock our stories into a place of shame. When I open wide my hands to the truth of my life and allow grace and forgiveness to seep into the pain of my story, I can lift my face, walk in grace and forgiveness, and not dwell on the bitter moments that hurt so desperately. It never discounts the pain. But the redemption of my hard yesterdays gives me a softened heart to walk in my tomorrows.”

That is so beautiful I wish I had written it! But after reading the above paragraph I did write this in my journal: What are the hard parts of my childhood story? Loneliness, feelings of being misunderstood and mistreated in the way of fairness. Fear, of Dad, and fear of some of the chores and jobs we were expected to do, like being in the grainery full of dust, pushing back the grain. Fear of displeasing Dad and his resulting anger and impatience. Unfairness – choking down food we didn't like. When I was upset enough to cry I would hide behind the cook stove which is where a roll of toilet paper was kept on the window sill. I didn't feel safe crying in front of my dad. Why? I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed and feared a reprimand.

Through counseling, prayer, and many years of seeking the Lord, I feel like I have worked through a lot of these hurts. But I know my childhood has helped form me into who I am today. And I think of multitudes who had it far worse than me and I have no room to complain. As I look back I understand and truly believe that my parents did the best they could. For one thing, it was a different age as I was 50 years younger than my dad and 39 years younger than my mother. And the Great Depression had just ended. I shared about my mother in Part One of this two part blog because I wanted everyone to know that I had a good mother who did many good things under difficult living conditions.

I can now say that I was loved but not heard. It is so important to be heard and to be understood. So as Kara Tippetts said, “The redemption of my hard yesterdays gives me a softened heart to walk in my tomorrows.” I know that I am a more caring, loving person because of my hard yesterdays. I understand that those tummy aches were really heart aches. And it has helped to give me an empathetic heart. A heart that doesn't want to see anyone suffer.

When I first saw this pic/pencil drawing at 50+ years old, I was amazed! I saw myself in this little girl and my heart realized that when I was her age, Jesus was watching over me. And I could just close my eyes and feel Him hugging me and telling me He loved me.

What would I say to my hurting child back then? “Little girl, you are special; you are loved; you are smart and can do anything your heart and mind wants to do. You can learn – education is a path to all kinds of wonderful things and opportunities. You can achieve. Don't settle for anything less than who you are!

What truths do I need to hear now? I am intelligent. I am loved by many. I am a leader. I am never too old to make a difference. I am a special, loved, daughter of the Most High God. I know this to be true.

The Good and the . . .? Part One

Mary Elizabeth Swailes Stenger 1910-1994

The feel of a warm hug, the comfort of a cool hand on a fevered brow,

The sweet kiss of love, the loving care when ill - This was Mother.

A person who loved flowers but hated weeds

Was tender and sensitive that no person or animal suffer, -This was Mother.

She loved her own child, foster children, giving of herself,

She was fond of her cats and her cow which she milked by hand, - This was Mother

She helped in the field when needed, raised rabbits, Guinea pigs, and chickens

She sold eggs to the community and tended a garden, -This was Mother

Teaching her children manners, how to write a letter of thanks

How to set a table, to be respectful to elders, -This was Mother

A good cook-dumplings, pot pie, Harvard beets, sugar cookies

Home canning-beans, corn, apple sauce, peaches, -This was Mother

The daughter of a butcher, she helped and guided her husband in cutting up meat

On butcher days, preparing meat for hamburger, wrapping meat for freezing,- This was Mother

A foster mother of approximately 16 children for various lengths of time

She cared for bed wetters (never scolding), diabetics (giving shots and watching diets)

-all without the modern conveniences of hot water, automatic washer or dryer,

Central heat or inside bathroom,- This was Mother

A hands-on grandmother, keeping the grandchildren occasionally at Grandma’s house!

A humorous, fun-loving “youthful” person, -This was Mother

Full of down-home wisdom: quaint sayings – “I can’t never did anything”

“Pretty is as pretty does,” “Beauty is only skin deep” -This was Mother

When ill and experiencing limited abilities, still cheerful and pleasant

Always concerned about the other person, -This was Mother

Mother has gone away from us, but she has left a heritage of love and caring,

And even though she is gone, she still remains in our hearts and memories forever.

 

Is Jesus Living in Your Heart?

Into my heart, into my heart. Come into my heart Lord Jesus

Come in today, Come in to stay.  Come into my heart, Lord Jesus.   

                                                                                              Harry Dudley Clarke (1888-1957)

Almost a year ago I began thinking on the truth of Christ living in our hearts. And a few months later I came across a book by Dennis and Dr. Jen Clarke, Deep Relief Now (Healed, Free,Whole). While reading one summer day I was sitting in a park surrounded by the squeals of children in the distance when the author said to stop reading and to practice sitting in the Presence of Jesus, who lives in our heart. So I did!

I said, “Lord, You are as close to me as my heart and You can't get any closer than that!” And as I sat there quietly I felt His presence close to me. How precious that time was as I had fellowship with my Lord. Tears from my eyes, praise from my lips, but most importantly, sweet communion with my Savior. Jen puts it this way, “A change occurred from talking to God to simply experiencing His Presence and enjoying fellowship with Him.” Col 1:27 Christ in you, the hope of glory.

One day recently I was driving down the road in my empty school bus when my mind went to a man I know who is suffering with cancer and perhaps not going to live long. I wondered if he is a Christian and imagined myself asking him about his spiritual well being. I didn't want to ask, “Are you a Christian” because that is different things to different people. So I framed a question in my mind, “Have you invited Jesus into your heart to be your Savior?” And the light bulb in my mind went off! We often use this phrase, “Invite Jesus into your heart” and then forget - that is where He lives, forever.

So this truth I have been mediating upon for over a year came full circle with this question!

Eph 3:16 . . . according to the riches of His glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being. 17. That Christ may make his home in your hearts by faith, that you, being rooted and grounded in love may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.

Phil 3:10 AMP . . .That I may know Him (that I may progressively become more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him, perceiving and recognizing the wonders of His Person more strongly and more clearly.)

This leads to intimate prayer. “Prayer is not a long distance call to a God far away in heaven, but if we have given our heart to Christ, He isn't “way out there” but rather “right in here – in our heart!” - Jen Clark. She also says, “Whether we realize it or not, we are His constant delight. Every time we draw close to Him, it ravishes His heart because He loves us that much.” Zeph 3:17, The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, A Savior (who Saves)!, he will rejoice over you with joy; he will rest (in silent satisfaction) and in His love He will be silent and make no mention (of past sins or even recall them); he will exult over you with singing. AMP version

The same door we open to Jesus to come into our heart at salvation is the same door we must open for Him in our daily lives, allowing Him access to us. My prayer is that you realize how close Christ is to you as a believer and that you cultivate an awareness of His presence within you.

Does Jesus live in your heart?