Code Breakers

 Winston Churchill poster

The Second World War evokes gruesome memories of a multitude of nations at war over a variety of issues.  In sharp contrast, romantic dramas like Allo Allo, Home Front and Foyle’s War pique my interest and nearly pinioned to my screen.  The code breakers at Bletchley secured their place in history by turning the war on its head.  They broke German Enigma codes, which they deemed unbreakable and Allied Forces identified the locations of various armoured German transports.   With victory in their back pocket, the Allied Troops stormed mainland Europe and fought the last few battles, to celebrate VE Day in style.  So avant-garde you may say.  Really romantic, I think.  The World War Two generation changed the world.  They rebuilt industries, nations and economies from the ground up.  Many of the architectural wonders we enjoy in major cities are a testament to their forward-thinking.  They changed the way we travel, bank and build today.  They brought us out of a life of  old-world class distinction and limitation to greater freedoms.

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We are largely fortunate to escape the horror of world wars.  Our present battle is against an unseen enemy that plagues the mind, battles our spirit and is sadly immortal – until Jesus returns.  On that day, shortly after Judgment, he will be cast into the eternal lakes of fire, with his minions. I can hear the sizzle from here and get a sense of relief!  That’s me with my issues but feel free to celebrate the end of a great story – salvation’s path and the Saviour’s grand victory.


John 10:3-5

New International Version (NIV)

3 The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4 When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. 5 But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger’s voice.”

Our assignment is to permeate a desperate world with the love and knowledge of Christ and this wonderful gift of salvation to generations that have since lost God and picked worldly trends and idols.  No, I am not asking you to be like the old lady that lives on the corner wearing curlers and a hairnet during the day, yelling, ‘young lady, don’t you want to be like me and follow Jesus.’   Then again, weirdness works on occasion!

I would much rather be that covert follower of Christ that finds opportunity in the mundane episodes of life.  Striking conversations at the Holy Spirit’s prompting and finishing strong (and on the right note).  To be that codebreaker, moving unobtrusively among crowds, sowing seeds of goodness  for God’s kingdom.  I want to do the right thing, guided by Him and Him alone, accomplishing spiritual greatness, worthy of His recognition.   We need to break the spiritual code and share it with the world, to sow God’s seed in His people.  The world is desperate for good news and we are the only secret agents that can crack and share this code.  Listen for the Master’s voice and you are ready for His assignment.

Father God, let me be your spiritual secret agent, so still, only you can see me!  So swift, tricking and escaping from the enemy.  Help me Lord, to be the best secret agent I can be, only for thee!  Amen.


I see it – a clear picture!

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Galatians 5:22,23

 22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 

The penny drops – loud and clear, right into my seemingly empty piggy bank.  This verse, shared over and over, ever since my earliest memories. What I presumed or heard, is that God measures our goodness by what we give birth to (and I do not mean children, whom I love and may God bless them dearly!)  This refers to the Godly discernment and common sense God gives us, to make decisions on where we work, what we eat and all our decisions.

The scales are falling off; falling off in layers.  This is so exciting and I sense the heavens opening, as God reveals and shares more of himself with us.  Exciting and amazing times.  The unravelling of the old bonds brings a new beginning.  This is a defining moment for many, as we take up a new mantle with a higher calling.  What a joy, what unimaginable blessing.  This display of fruit brings me comfort.

Examine the fruit before you eat.  Beware of looking into your neighbour’s orchard and choosing the wax-shined fruit over your pesticide, herbicide and fertilizer free bounty in your own!  Take a long, hard look.  Examine the fruit.  Test the spirit – read God’s Word and pray.  Be sure, take your time and go forward with a clean decision and clear conscience.

God’s Word is exacting on every level – “you shall know them by their fruit!”


Pleasant surprises!


Luke 1:5-25

What a surprise!  The book of Luke in we are told what to do while we are waiting.  Hmm!  How not to talk ourselves out of our blessing! Double hmm!  How to be great in God’s eyes, not the world!

Zechariah and Elizabeth. Priest and wife.  Blessed in marriage, loved by God and respected in their community. The one thing they lacked was children.  One day, Zechariah gets his turn to burn incense at the altar in the Temple.  The whole nation waits for him to come out and share God’s word.  He leaves the altar, after a few words with Gabriel, dumb.

Now imagine Elizabeth, cousin to Mary, busy at home, preparing their dinner.  She is excited at his chance to serve at the altar, fulfilling his Priestly call.  Elizabeth had gone to the well to draw water, greeting the young wives, chattering about the latest wedding plans and new wives, children and mothers.  She praises the Lord inspite of her barrenness, focusing on God and delighting in waiting.  The young women most likely gossip about her, trying to understand how she remains so full of joy.  She rushes home and waits for Zechariah with the proverbial, ‘So my love, how was work today?’!

Zechariah staggers in, dumbfounded, literally, from his chat with the angel Gabriel.  He probably regrets his own words of doubt at the good news he received that day, literally kicking himself, because there is not much else he can do!  Elizabeth’s joy puzzles him, as she understands why he is dumb.  She hums as she looses his sandals from his feet and dips his feet into water.  Zechariah settles back into a chair, watching in bewilderment as Elizabeth fusses over him with food and water.

Elizabeth and Zechariah spent years waiting, trusting God and hoping for a child of their own.  The angel Gabriel announced the impeding birth of their son, John.  Their son would become John The Baptist!

The waiting this couple had to live with resonates with me.  Their attitude gives me hope.  I understand now, more than ever, that God’s checklist does not match mine or society’s.  This comes as a relief and a pleasant surprise.  In the waiting, God in His infinite wisdom defers to what I think I need, as He builds up my character, resolve, wisdom and discernment.  This brings me joy and rest in Him.  My attitude determines my altitude, as it did Elizabeth and Zechariah. I have e very reason therefore, to cast away doubt and take up hope and trust in God.  He loves me enough to watch and sing over me! (Zephaniah 3:17, Psalms 37:4).  Penning off as I take comfort in His Word and wait in the hallway once more, with purpose and confidence.Image

He sings over me?

Zephaniah 3:17
The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.

10671440-music-notes-on-blue-backgroundEver since I was young, I heard different people tell and remind us that God loves us so much that He sings over us, every day, hour and minute!  It still sounds far-fetched and seems unreal now!  I do confess I read the Bible over and over but never could keep the exact placing of the verse.  How quickly we forget the good and hold onto the bad!


I came across this verse once more, during a quiet moment earlier in the week and keep celebrating its meaning and gravity.  Coming to terms with the way God sees and thinks of me is a joy and a blessing.  It is also a huge challenge.  Why?  I went through a rough couple of months, with God shifting the furniture and moving me out of my comfort zone.  I would get home and find the dining table is out on the patio and begin to whine – who eats their dinner out in the dark?  As an interior design enthusiast, this is one of my ideals, but when things shift outside my timing, I whine. Hmm?! Go figure!13989873-old-red-telephone-box-london-england

It is like God calling me to keep our relationship warm and close, then once I answer, I get distracted and head elsewhere to play with the next new shiny toy.  How awful…but it got me thinking.  What if I keep God first in my life?  In everything.  This week, the shiny toys all went missing.  No comfort here!  So I sought Him, crying out, as deadlines loomed and nearly everything came to crisis point.  Our family prayed standing, sitting, resting, eating and interrupted sleep for prayer.  When the answers came, just as our tethers were about to break, we realized God must come first in everything.  Not just occasionally but all the time.k7960259

God does not need technology or even a phone booth to get in touch with us.  He stands with us, surrounding us, with Jesus interceding for us 24-7-365! God requires our personal attention, interest, commitment, obedience and love.  God sings over us, celebrating our personality and expressing His love for us.  As long as we obey, our relationship grows stronger and better. I am off to call home and hear what God has to say about my life and my family’s future.  What are you going to choose?  Whom are you going to listen to?


Shifting sands once more


“The birds have circled for a while now”, said the girl. She went on, “Yesterday felt much worse!'” As I write this post, I realize I she and her family spent the last 24 hours ‘feeling’ stuff.  Blame it on shifting atmospheres.  Things are set to change because God handles all.  Change is coming, whether we like it or not.

2 Corinthians 5:17

As the old self unravels, a sense of death is strangely welcome. The warm comfort of Scripture and God’s reassurance.  The seasons change and we adapt to our new environment, like shifting sands.  36 hours after dreary news came answered prayer.  A sigh of relief, a silent prayer and near disbelief.  God shone through and delivered them from certain bankruptcy.

“The birds have left”, the little girl shared.  ”

The sun is out and God’s arms are around us in June”, beamed the girl’s mother.  “God is here and we cannot find the words to thank Him enough!”Image

The shifting sands of time, directed under God’s awesome care, control and plans!  I remember that girl and thank God for all He continues to do.  What about you?



Pebbles and bullies!

13060551-group-of-twelve-dogs-sitting-in-front-of-a-white-backgroundOpen with theme song – “Who let the dogs out!”

What a week and it is only Tuesday.  It feels as if I woke up to find the school bully leaning over me.  Instant nausea, feelings of vulnerability and violated space!  Ugh!  I could scream!  No reprieve and as the English say, ‘No rest for the wicked!’  Who me?  Apparently crazy is in – like a bad rash.

I’m not laughing and too tired to care, I just want to start my day and get things done.  Time to win and ignore the barking dogs.  If only sleep would come to them, as winter sets into my Land of Cool Waters, then they can hibernate!  No such luck!  Like dialling a wrong number.


My personal plan to scratch Goliath’s eyes out are no art of war. So I look to David’s example and pick the appointed pebble – God’s Word and prepare for war:

“All those here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.” (1 Samuel 17:47, NIV).

And as I run at this enemy, his shadow towering over me, cooling down the temperatures and brings on a change of weather.  I mutter under my breath,

“And may the Lord avenge the wrongs you have done to me, but my hand will not touch you. As the old saying goes, ‘From evildoers come evil deeds, so my hand will not touch you.’ “(1 Samuel 24:12-13, NIV)

Calm restored and the battle won with the least effort.  It’s all ‘Sprezzatura’ – seemingly effortless!  I can squeal in sheer delight!