Back Flips and Breakthroughs

Peter has just called me outside to show me that he has finally learned to do a back flip on the trampoline.  He gave up last week - couldn't get it, came inside, did not want to play.  Tonight, with the help of a friend here at Windmill - he got it.  He is delighted - I told him that he always had the capability, he just needed some help.

I am delighted because of several spiritual breakthroughs I have experienced in the last few months.  I am so convinced that God brings people to the field to first fix them, heal them and enlarge their hearts.  I came to England  ( ta da!!!) to help people.  God gently showed me how much I needed help.  My marriage hit an all time low our first year here.  Then it just limped along for a long time and has been a much discussed subject in my prayer time.  I would love to say that I reacted to our trials in a mature manner - but I became a better Pharisee.  I smiled and acted like everything was fine on the outside but seethed with resentment on the inside.  I also struggled with other aspects of the ministry and culture.  Inside I was throwing temper tantrums and blaming everyone else.  But I had one good idea - one good habit.  I kept bringing it all to God.  I wrestled with Him on the injustice on my life.  He answered and finally I listened.  One morning I heard God say - "There is reward in obedience."  I assumed that it was heavenly reward.  But it is more - He showed me that my obedience affects those around me.  Breakthrough!!!  

I still have things to wrestle with God.  I keep finding new areas of sin in me.  I am still covered in my flesh.  But I have hope of many future breakthroughs!

Priceless

This morning- Saturday morning - I opened my back door to let our little doggie out into our backyard.  I noticed one of the men that I had prayed with last night sitting on the steps of the main house. This young man has been in Betel for about 4 months and while getting along and working hard, you could tell he was not buying this whole Jesus thing.  He was just putting up with the songs, sermons and prayers.  But last night he asked for prayer.  And this morning when I looked again, I saw he was with one of the men's leaders, head bowed and they were praying again.  This is the breaking point, where self no longer has it all figured out, plan B is a bust and they give over to a higher authority.  This is the miracle.  Absolutely priceless.  

English Summer

I heard a quote on the radio last week: 

The English Summer consists of three fine days and a thunderstorm.  

Cockney

We have a resident, named Tony, at Windmill house who is very proud of his cockney heritage.  He will tell you that he was born is east London within the sound of the Bow Bells.  (Bow Bells are the bells of the church of St. Mary-le-Bow, Cheapside, London. To be 'born within the sound of Bow Bells' is the traditional definition of a Cockney.)  Here is a portion of his discourse on all things cockney:

By birthright is given the title of cockney and all of the blessings that this title bestows.  Namely: courage, panache, tact, stunningly good looks, slang language, good singing voice, and the ability to make up any absurdity of a story and make it believable.  

Some of Tony's cockney rhyming slang:

A cockney might say:                           Meaning:

Apples and pears Stairs   

Frog and toad Road

Hampstead Heath Teeth

Belt buckle Chuckle

A giraffe A laugh

Trouble and strife Wife

Pie and liquor Vicar

Jam jar Scar

China plate Mate (friend)

Dog and bone phone

Mince pies Eyes

Boat race Face

Plates of meat Feet

Current bun Sun

Whistle and flute Suit

Lady Godiva Fiver

Actually, I think he is having a giraffe on my behalf.  

Sheep

I was out walking with Scott and Peter this past Sunday.  We went through several sheep fields and the sheep were quite vocal.  They are funny sounding  - the young ones with higher pitch bleats and the older with funny low bleats.  Peter and I wondered what they were trying to communicate.  Peter suggested that they were telling each other corny jokes.  But I said no, they did not sound happy, they sounded like they were complaining.  They sounded loud and complaining, grumpy and whiny.  Isn't it apt that we are called sheep in the Bible?  Doesn't complaining just come so naturally?  God wants to give us His best for our best, yet I can always find something to complain about.  I want to try to emulate the content sleeping sheep or the happy ewes that scamper and frolic.  Dear Lord, show me my sin when I bleat and whine - lead me to a heart of gratitude.