Sisters

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They came from as far away as the west coast and as near as the other side of town. Long accustomed to travel, the trip to Nashville was easy. For years, most have packed clothes, music products and babies then hit the road with a family or singing group. These women were not nervous or anxious. They were not apprehensive or intimidated. This was not a new thing. These ladies had just slipped into old, well worn shoes.

When the cameras began rolling and the video was in full swing, they had fun. This was a respite, a brief vacation, a day spent with girlfriends. There was catching up and opening up between these peers and allies. The room was electric, warm, and vibrant.

Their treks here varied. Some plowed through small churches all over the Bible Belt, tenaciously presenting their message to whomever would listen. As their platforms grew, so did their experience. Their talents stretched and flexed well beyond what they ever envisioned. God was with them; He blessed their work and multiplied their results. The call from Mr. Gaither to be a part of this event was a validation of their history of good results.

Others arrived in this music genre by following the footsteps of their parents. They rode a wave induced by someone else, and their lessons began earlier than most. They were cast and coached by industry pioneers. They shared their parents and their childhoods with strangers in music venues. They brought to the taping, that Tuesday, rich music histories and polished skills.

The ages of the women in the room varied greatly, as did their respective careers. Some were young, others older, and some were grandmothers: a moniker which they bore proudly. Some were at the height of their careers, some beginning their ascent and others slowing. No one seemed to differentiate between those stages.

Sitting contentedly on the front row was the woman whose life has inspired and mentored us all. Throughout the taping, she issued wordless encouragement and affirmation. That is her style: unobtrusive yet powerful. That is her gift: words that do not demand, yet do not allow to be ignored. That is her legacy: the ultimate representation of grace, discernment, and empathy. The women in that room call Gloria a hero, an icon, a friend.

Perhaps one of the most important relationships in Jesus’ earthly life was His friendship with siblings Lazarus, Mary and Martha. When Lazarus became ill, the sisters summoned Jesus. Four days following his death, Jesus journeyed to a safe place outside Bethany. When Martha heard that He had come, she went to meet Him. “Lord, if You had been here,” she gently chided, “my brother would not have died. But I know that even now God will give You whatever You ask.” (John 11:17-21 NIV) Jesus made her a quiet promise that her brother would live again. Martha rushed to the home where Mary was and whispered to her that Jesus had come. When Mary ran out to meet Him, she fell at His feet and repeated Martha’s disappointment, “…if You had been here…” Matthew Henry notes that Mary did not verbalize hope of a resurrection, as did Martha. “But it appears,” he writes, “by what follows, that what [Mary] fell short in words she made up in tears; she said less than Martha but wept more.”

On Tuesday, in Nashville, the room was filled with sisters. These women have crisscrossed their lives with each other as surely and intricately as would a family. They have grappled with situations that made them say, “Lord, if You had been here…” They have run to a real time Mary and whispered that Jesus has arrived in the middle of their circumstances. They have aligned their faith with Martha’s stubborn resolution, “But I know that, even now, God is with You.”

The women who fell short in words, on Tuesday, made up in tears and genuine love.
They shared a grownup tea party. They exchanged notes and news from home. They savored the spontaneous refreshing.

After all, that’s what sisters do.

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THE ART, THE ARGUMENT, THE BURNING

The Art
When Germany formed their military power, the Reich, they also created the Abwehr Military Intelligence, a concession to the Allies for solely “defensive” purposes. When Adolph Hitler came to power, the agency was headed by Admiral Wilhelm Canaris. Witness to massacres and crimes of war, Canaris soon began a clandestine movement to undermine Hitler. He appointed enemies of the regime to act as agents and expose the atrocities of the Third Reich. One of these agents was the Protestant priest, Dietrich Bonhoefer.

A theologian and pastor, Bonhoefer delivered essays questioning the treatment of the Jews by the Nazi regime until 1936 when he was forbidden to lecture at Berlin University. In 1941, he was forbidden to print or publish. In 1944, at age 37, he, along with Admiral Canaris and other agents were arrested and imprisoned at Flossenburg concentration camp, then executed for treason. Two weeks later the camp was liberated by American troops.

The camp doctor who witnessed the executions wrote that he saw Bonhoeffer kneel and pray before being led to the gallows. He recalled, “I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a short prayer and then climbed the steps to the gallows, brave and composed. In the almost 50 years that I worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God.”
That picture would have been priceless: strokes of poise and grace brushed across a human model. Peace that defies depiction. Faith with a face. Art in its purest form.

The Argument
Francis Schaeffer was the first student to graduate and to be ordained in the Bible Presbyterian Church. He pastored in Pennsylvania and Missouri before joining the Reformed Presbyterian Church, a forerunner of the Presbyterian Church in America. In 1981, the prolific and influential author published A Christian Manifesto, which some have declared greatly influenced their theological arguments. In it, Schaeffer attacks the influences of the Renaissance and the Enlightenment, arguing that the United States began as a nation rooted in Biblical principles. As a consequence of secular humanism, he writes, “These two religions, Christianity and humanism, stand over against each other… The church has forsaken its duty to be the salt of the culture.” His subsequent book, How Should We Then Live?, became the basis of a tour, study and film series which was enthusiastically received in the United States, Europe and the United Kingdom.

Some say that the ideology presented by Schaeffer allowed for Christians to use civil disobedience to restore Biblical morality. While many prominent figures credit Schaeffer with helping formulate their life mission, his argument was, for most evangelicals, a passionate rallying cry.

The Burning
On the way home following Jesus’ crucifixion, Cleopas and a companion are joined by Jesus, whom they do not recognize. Cleopas admits that Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified, was the one who they had hoped would redeem Israel. When they arrived home, they invited Jesus to stay and, when he gave thanks and broke bread, they instantly recognized Him. Just as instantly, He disappeared. They recalled, “Were not our hearts burning within us while He talked with us on the road and opened the scriptures to us?” Their spirits were quickened and their hearts burned as the Christ walked and talked with them.

John Wesley wrote of his own Emmaus experience: “In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther’s preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ alone for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins and saved me from the law of sin and death.”

Wesley did not face gallows or probe secular humanism. He did not see the resurrected Christ break bread. But his heart had been strangely warmed by his quiet encounter with the Christ. The spirit had fanned his flame of faith into a bonfire of salvation and, for all time, Wesley’s soul knew the peace of reconciliation and his heart knew the burning.

THE ART, THE ARGUMENT, THE BURNING

The Art
When Germany formed their military power, the Reich, they also created the Abwehr Military Intelligence, a concession to the Allies for solely “defensive” purposes. When Adolph Hitler came to power, the agency was headed by Admiral Wilhelm Canaris. Witness to massacres and crimes of war, Canaris soon began a clandestine movement to undermine Hitler. He appointed enemies of the regime to act as agents and expose the atrocities of the Third Reich. One of these agents was the Protestant priest, Dietrich Bonhoefer.

A theologian and pastor, Bonhoefer delivered essays questioning the treatment of the Jews by the Nazi regime until 1936 when he was forbidden to lecture at Berlin University. In 1941, he was forbidden to print or publish. In 1944, at age 37, he, along with Admiral Canaris and other agents were arrested and imprisoned at Flossenburg concentration camp, then executed for treason. Two weeks later the camp was liberated by American troops.

The camp doctor who witnessed the executions wrote that he saw Bonhoeffer kneel and pray before being led to the gallows. He recalled, “I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a short prayer and then climbed the steps to the gallows, brave and composed. In the almost 50 years that I worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God.”
That picture would have been priceless: strokes of poise and grace brushed across a human model. Peace that defies depiction. Faith with a face. Art in its purest form.

The Argument
Francis Schaeffer was the first student to graduate and to be ordained in the Bible Presbyterian Church. He pastored in Pennsylvania and Missouri before joining the Reformed Presbyterian Church, a forerunner of the Presbyterian Church in America. In 1981, the prolific and influential author published A Christian Manifesto, which some have declared greatly influenced their theological arguments. In it, Schaeffer attacks the influences of the Renaissance and the Enlightenment, arguing that the United States began as a nation rooted in Biblical principles. As a consequence of secular humanism, he writes, “These two religions, Christianity and humanism, stand over against each other… The church has forsaken its duty to be the salt of the culture.” His subsequent book, How Should We Then Live?, became the basis of a tour, study and film series which was enthusiastically received in the United States, Europe and the United Kingdom.

Some say that the ideology presented by Schaeffer allowed for Christians to use civil disobedience to restore Biblical morality. While many prominent figures credit Schaeffer with helping formulate their life mission, his argument was, for most evangelicals, a passionate rallying cry.

The Burning
On the way home following Jesus’ crucifixion, Cleopas and a companion are joined by Jesus, whom they do not recognize. Cleopas admits that Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified, was the one who they had hoped would redeem Israel. When they arrived home, they invited Jesus to stay and, when he gave thanks and broke bread, they instantly recognized Him. Just as instantly, He disappeared. They recalled, “Were not our hearts burning within us while He talked with us on the road and opened the scriptures to us?” Their spirits were quickened and their hearts burned as the Christ walked and talked with them.

John Wesley wrote of his own Emmaus experience: “In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther’s preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ alone for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins and saved me from the law of sin and death.”

Wesley did not face gallows or probe secular humanism. He did not see the resurrected Christ break bread. But his heart had been strangely warmed by his quiet encounter with the Christ. The spirit had fanned his flame of faith into a bonfire of salvation and, for all time, Wesley’s soul knew the peace of reconciliation and his heart knew the burning.

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Happy July 4th

Happy Independence, Everybody!

I hope your summer is shaping into a solid regimen of fun, relaxation and plenty of sunscreen. The experts say that as you get older, you should increase your spf number; I’m currently using 100:)

I just finished a summer course and am excited to have some free time before the fall. I’m doing some concerts for some longtime friends this summer, but mostly catching my breath from the academics of the last year. A friend of mine would say, “It’s all good.”

If you are in the Toronto area, I’ll be in concert on July 13 in Cobourg. Beautiful scenary, beautiful people, and God always shows up. I’m taking my sister again this year; I think they schedule me because they love her so much! If you are nearby, we’d love to see you. The information is posted on www.janetpaschal.com

The WebMaster is selling my latest release, Treasure, for $9.99 online. It is regularly $15.99. The WebMaster knows I love bargains!
(correction: The July Special is the Home Again CD for $8.49)

We love you all and hope to see you sometime soon. Watch out for the stingrays!

Blessings,
Janet

Homecoming Magazine recently celebrated 10 years of providing a first rate publication with a Christian perspective. I am honored to be a regular contributor for more than five of those. For the anniversary edition, I took the readers back to where and when it all began. Those trips are almost always beneficial.

 
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

Anniversaries are for remembering, revisiting, and celebrating. To that end, I thought it might prove interesting to revisit some of the random events that have taken place in the world since the Homecoming Magazine began arriving in mailboxes 10 years ago. When the ink dried on the introductory issue, these were our headlines:

The price of Gasoline is $1.86/gallon.
The US Department of Homeland Security begins operation.
The Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrates, killing all 7 astronauts aboard.
Nine months following her disappearance, Elizabeth Smart is found.
Army PFC Jessica Lynch is rescued from her Iraqi captors.
Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore is suspended after refusing to remove the Ten Commandments from the Supreme Court Building.
Arnold Schwarzenegger is elected Governor of California.

2004
Spirit, a NASA Mars Rover, lands successfully on Mars.
Google introduces Gmail.
Oldsmobile builds its final car, ending 107 years of production.
The World War II Memorial is dedicated in Washington, DC.
Longtime Jeopardy! champ, Ken Jennings, is beaten. His winnings: $2,520,700.
Ronald Reagan’s funeral is held at Washington National Cathedral.
The cornerstone of Freedom Tower is laid on the site of the World Trade Center.

2005
YouTube is launched in the United States.
Condoleezza Rice becomes the first African American Secretary of State.
Lance Armstrong retires after record seventh consecutive Tour de France victory.
Hurricane Katrina devastates the Gulf Coast from Louisiana to the Florida Panhandle.
Saddam Hussein goes on trial in Baghdad.

2006
The United States population reaches 300 million.
All toiletries are banned from commercial airplanes.
Barry Bonds hits home run # 715, breaking Babe Ruth’s record.

2007
Apple announces the iPhone.
Virginia Tech massacre: The deadliest mass shooting in American history.
The tomb of Herod the Great is discovered.
Jack Kevorkian is released from prison.
The Dalai Lama receives the US Congressional Gold Medal.
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II becomes the oldest ever monarch of the UK.

2008
Dictator Fidel Castro retires as the President of Cuba.
Gold prices on NY Exchange hit $1,000 /ounce for the first time.
Danica Patrick wins the Indy Japan 300: the first female to win an Indy car race.
The US Air Force retires the F-117 Nighthawk.
Barack Obama becomes the first African-American President of the US.
Bernard Madoff charged with securities fraud in a $50 billion Ponzi scheme.

2009
US Air Flt 1549 makes an emergency landing into the Hudson River. All survive.
Chrysler files for Chapter 11 bankruptcy.
General Motors files for Chapter 11 bankruptcy, the fourth largest in US history.
All US television broadcasts switch from analog to digital transmission.
Roger Federer wins a record 15th Grand Slam in tennis.
The 72 year run of the soap opera The Guiding Light ends.

2010
Jessica Watson becomes the youngest person to sail around the world solo.
John Isner wins at Wimbledon in the longest match in tennis history.
BP Oil rig explodes off the gulf coast of Louisiana.
Operation Iraqi Freedom ends.

2011
Attempted assassination of AZ congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords.
Prince William marries Kate Middleton.
Osama bin Laden is killed by US special forces in Pakistan.
Oprah Winfrey ends her 25 year run of The Oprah Winfrey Show.
NASA’s Space Shuttle program ends.
Occupy Wall Street movement begins in NYC.
World population reaches 7 billion.

2012
Wendy’s overtakes Burger King to become the second best burger chain.
The Lion King becomes the highest grossing Broadway show.
Tiger Woods’ matches Jack Nicklaus’s win record.
The unfinished One World Trade Center overtakes the Empire State Building to become the tallest building in New York.

Sixty issues later, we wonder what the next 10 years will hold, but we do not wonder Who holds it. What a great adventure!

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The Wonder Years

They warned us that life would pass at warp speed. We would be their age before we knew it. These were the best days of our lives, they said. Maybe so. Just maybe so.

Our parents worked fulltime, so when they were home they stayed busy. Daddy never let an engine stutter, a tool dull, or an appliance operate inefficiently. Mom maintained our household and cooked two meals a day. Because of their busyness, the kitchen table was about the only place where everyone was in the same room at the same time, except for summer thunderstorms.

Our family practiced great respect for lightning and thunder. There was an unspoken rule that we all gather in the living room and speak quietly until the storm passed. These were some of my favorite times because it meant that work and chores and church did not take us in different directions. We simply sat in the room together. It felt safe. We did not know fear as long as daddy was there. He was stronger and smarter than anyone I knew, and he could construct, repair, or unravel anything.

Mom and Dad were very strict. While we didn’t appreciate it at the time, in hindsight both Kay and I are grateful for it. One of the things for which we were most often in trouble was giggling in bed. Daddy always issued a warning, which only intensified our goofiness, until we heard his feet hit the floor. At that point, we knew we had crossed the line. To this day, Kay and I can be uncontrollably giggly and goofy in the most inappropriate situations. We try to avoid each other at weddings and funerals.

When I was four, our local Ford dealership held a drawing for a black and white, 19” portable television. Unbelievably, our dad won it. He put it on a rolling cart in the living room and our family stumbled into the golden age of television. We loved Red Skelton and Lucille Ball, Dracula and Lost In Space. On Sunday mornings we tuned in to watch Oral Roberts pray for the sick and more than once I placed my hand on the convex screen as a point of contact.

Our parents had a daughter between Kay and me, Dianne. She died of pneumonia at six months old. For some time afterward, Kay would cry and say, “I want to see Di.” Several times, my parents took her to see our cousin, Nancy, who was about Dianne’s age and that would assuage her for a while. In her Sunday School class recently, Kay spoke of Mary Magdalene’s visit to Jesus’ tomb and how, when He called her name, Mary knew His voice. Kay said that she believes when she gets to heaven, she will hear a voice call her name, and she will instantly recognize it as belonging to her ‘Di’, her sweet Dianne. I believe it, too.

When we were in junior high, Kay and I formed a trio with our cousin called The Gospel Classics (okay, I said it.) Another cousin played the drums and a friend played bass. Our parents paid for us to record an album. They purchased and renovated an old bus to make traveling easier. When a man in our hometown painted our name on the side, we thought we were the next big thing. Only in adulthood did I realize the sacrifices both parents made: leaving home on Fridays, returning just in time to be back at work on Monday mornings. I took so much for granted that it shames me. They never mentioned their lost weekends or their financial sacrifices. It just seemed that they dreamed with us, for us, and they never computed our indebtedness.

They bore the cost of our wonder years. They spent their youth on our childhoods. They took responsibility for who we were and who we would become. But the driving force that underscored all of their actions and their responses was never more complicated than love. The lone dynamic that held no wonder for us back then was just how much we were loved.

And that was wonder-full.

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February 2013 Update

Hey Everybody, and Happy February!

This is the month for Valentines and chocolates and spinning class. And speaking of class….

Many of you have written asking about the classes I’m taking. Here’s the full story…

I started singing professionally at 18, but it was always in my plans to – one day – go back to college and earn a degree in math or accounting. In 2005, while being treated for breast cancer, I started classes at a nearby community college. I continued at a snail’s pace until last year when my travel schedule slowed down. In three years I hope to have my master’s degree and check that off of my bucket list.

While some of my friends think I’m crazy, I am just loving it. I love being in a learning environment. I love the challenge of it (and it is very challenging!). I love the learning process on THIS side of adulthood. It is hard work, but an incredible privilege!

I honestly feel that this process has the Lord’s fingerprints all over it; this is the result of my Father remembering and granting a desire of my heart. I believe He has opened this door even though it has meant closing others. He is such a good Father, carefully working all things together for our good…

The toughest part of this process is that I am having to curtail my traveling; in fact, I am making time for the concerts I love the most – women’s events – but not much else. I am not comfortable being gone more than one or two weekends a month, and even that’s a stretch sometimes. I am also determined to remain a proud contributor to Homecoming Magazine as long as Gloria feels my column valid. I would do anything for her!

That said, I hope to see a lot of you sometime this year. I’ll be around – and I hope you will, as well.

Now, for some housekeeping items: Many of you wrote that you did not receive the attached article in January – so I’m re-sending it. Also, the WebMASTER says there are still some soundtracks offered at half price in the online store. Don’t miss out!
Here is a link: http://janetpaschal.com/store_home.html

We love you – and we appreciate you!!

Blessings,
Janet

A NEW STAR

Most of us know the story well. In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. Not satisfied with the dark emptiness, He spoke light into His universe and established a timetable for it. He designed a vault to separate the vast waters and called it ‘sky.’ He spoke and the waters under His new sky began to gather, and dry ground appeared. He decided that the land would produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees that would replicate themselves. He was just getting to the details.

He added recessed lighting to the vault of His sky, stars to shine on His earth; a great light to oversee the day and a lesser one for the night. God added great creatures to His waters, winged birds to fly across the vault of His sky, and creatures to move along the ground. He created wild animals and livestock and, under His perennial scrutiny, called it all good.

Next, God replicated His own image and created a man and a woman. He blessed the man and appointed him supervisor over everything in His sea, His sky, and on His earth. At this juncture, God rested.

Genesis chronicles the story of creation in extremely broad strokes. It does not record the details and complexities of the beginning.

God placed His planet the precisely perfect distance from its source of heat and light – some 93 million miles. Even a fractional variance from His calculations and life on earth would be impossible. His lesser light, the moon, is the perfect size and distance away for its gravitational pull to create tides to refresh the ocean’s waters, yet restrain them from spilling over. The earth’s temperature ranges from -30 to +120 degrees; any further away and we would freeze; any nearer and we would be consumed by solar radiation. The blend of oxygen and nitrogen in the air is perfectly balanced for the support of life and the elements. Scientists will tell you that the ecology of our planet is so complex that, centuries later, they are still uncovering layered networks which point to intelligent design.

Tides that wash the beaches, oxygen that recycles, stars that sing, animals with innate behaviors, planets that rotate, water that flows upward against gravity, eyes that focus automatically and distinguish some seven million colors, blood that circulates throughout the body every minute, hearts that beat without outside stimulus; and the God that crafted every DNA strand, every atom, and every ocean, pushed ‘start’ and the spectrum of intricate systems He had spoken into existence began to operate accordingly. And then, God had a child.

It is understandable that people would be talking. The Prophet Isaiah declared, “For unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace, and of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end….” (Isa.9:6-7 NIV). Micah wrote of the city of His birth, “But thou, Bethlehem, though you are little among the clans of Judah, out of you will come [the] ruler over Israel, whose origins are from … ancient times.” (Mic.5:2 KJV).

Against a backdrop of galaxies which He had orchestrated, all of creation must have waited with indefinable anticipation as the almighty Creator planned the arrival of His son. A star led wise men from the East to see the baby and to worship Him. Surely they would witness luxurious opulence and worldwide fanfare. Can you imagine their surprise when the star stopped beside a hotel, and hovered over the barn? When they peered inside, they beheld “the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation….for whom all things have been created through Him and for Him” (Col. 1:15-16).

In purity and simplicity, the Beloved Son was born on the planet created by His Father. At last, a new star had appeared in Israel.

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Christ the Solid Rock

Edward Mote was raised by atheist parents. As an adult he remarked, “So ignorant was I that I did not know that there was a God.” At 18 years old, however, he heard the gospel and was baptized. At 55, he began his first Baptist pastorate in Sussex, England.

During his lifetime he wrote more than 100 hymns, some of which have become standards in our churches and, more importantly, in our hearts. Here is my favorite:

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name

On Christ the Solid Rock, I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

When darkness veils His lovely face
I rest in His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil
(Refrain)

His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood
When all around my soul gives way,
He, then, is all my hope and stay
(Refrain)

When He shall come with trumpet sound
O, may I then in Him be found!
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
(Refrain)

Amen and amen!

Blessings to you all,

Janet

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BARGAIN OF THE MILLENNIA

When you are three generations deep in church ministry, you are sure to possess Bibles of all versions, sizes, and levels of wear and tear. My first was a small, white leatherette King James Version. It was lightweight, bendable, and it rode our yellow Thomas school bus to Anderson Elementary, Dillard Junior High and Bartlett Yancey High. It’s edges are now dry and yellowing, but I still feel a sense of awe when I touch the pages. This is my story, my history.

While most of you know this already, allow me a few highlights of the journey this Book has taken. While scholars do not agree on every historical detail, all agree on the enduring, transformative power of it.

From the oral traditions of the Hebrews to the Biblical scrolls and the apostolic letters, the gospel has withstood generations of adversity. Following the atrocious persecutions of Christians during the first and second centuries, the Edict of Milan was signed by Constantine and Lucinius around 313, proclaiming religious freedom in the Roman Empire. Despite unprecedented hardships, the church increased dramatically and by 324, Constantine the Great had converted to Christianity.

In an effort to unify the early Christian communities (and perhaps wield some control over the new religion), Constantine commissioned the Council of Nicaea in 325. All 1,800 Bishops were invited to address some of the key issues of discrepancy. Out of this meeting came the familiar ‘Nicene Creed’ and the eventual compilation of the books that we know as the Holy Bible.

By approximately 500 A.D, the entire Bible had been translated from Greek into more than 500 languages. By 600 A.D., priests of the organized Church decided that they, alone, should interpret the scriptures, enabling them to manipulate what the people believed. Since only priests were educated in Latin, they declared the scriptures in any other language illegal and punishable by execution. This allowed them to sell indulgences and to absolve sins in exchange for money. The church had officially entered the Dark Ages.

Throughout this period there emerged remnants of the true Christian faith, groups who opposed the organized Church and who worked in secret to return the language manuscripts to the people. In 1385, Oxford scholar, professor, and theologian John Wycliffe translated the scriptures from Latin to produce the first English Bible. These were handwritten transcripts, painstakingly produced.

In Germany, more than a century later, Martin Luther railed against the sale of indulgences by the Church, insisting that true justification came only by faith. On October 31, 1517, he delivered his famous Ninety-Five Theses, which condemned the deceptive doctrines. Excommunicated from the Church, he completed a German translation of the Bible shortly afterward, written in a vernacular that was easy for the people to understand.

William Tyndale produced the first English translation from the Hebrew and ancient Greek texts. Because of the invention of the printing press, His translations were widely distributed and played a key role in the Reformation. He was arrested for heresy in 1535 and executed the following year. Our own King James Version drew significantly from Tyndale’s work.

In the 1450s, The Gutenberg Bible became the world’s first major book ever produced on a printing press. In 1847, James Lenox of New York City purchased one of the Bibles, making it the first to arrive in our United States. It is said that the officers at the U.S. Customs House removed their hats upon seeing it.

The third official English translation of the Bible was commissioned by King James VI of Scotland and I of England in 1604. Forty-seven scholars translated the Old Testament from Hebrew and the New Testament from Greek, resulting in our familiar King James Version.

The passage from the oral traditions of the early Hebrews to the white leather versions of our youth has been long, yet this remains our starting point. For it is through this inspired, spoken, written, translated, printed Word that we know Him. This story is our story. This is chapter one; ground zero for what we believe.

The price of a complete Gutenberg Bible today is estimated to be between 25 and 35 million dollars. Considering the incalculable cost, that is a bargain.

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Desert Bloom

Hey Everybody,

Happy August: Back-to-School, lower hotel rates, blue sky thunderstorms, choir practice cranking up, and pumpkin displays in store windows. I love every minute – no, every second – of it! I hope that your summer has been crazy, sane, fun, frustrating, rewarding, aggravating and, most importantly, memorable!

I wanted to share the attached magazine piece with you all. I hope you enjoy it. I’m still gnawing on it  🙂

We love you!
Janet

P.S.
The WebMaster asked me to share our online special this month. It’s pretty good:)
“Don’t miss this 1/2 price sale – Six Classic Janet Music Videos on DVD –
Limited Quantity – $7.49. View samples of all 6 Videos in the online store!”
Here’s a link: (http://janetpaschal.com/store_test/sixmusic_vid_DVD.html)

 

 


Desert Bloom                                                                                      by Janet Paschal

For the girls in the backyard, it is the best time of the year. Maggie (the magnolia) and Miss Marple (the red maple) join Moe the Survivor (our sycamore) in anticipation of the spring and summer season. This is their time to shine, to hoist themselves upright and spread wide their limbs.

For months, they have quietly anticipated when their season would come. They have waited patiently, hibernating in the rich soils of the North Carolina clay, certain that winter would eventually be usurped by the slow, steady approach of the sun’s rays. They would begin to stretch their trunks and their roots. Their buds would become placeholders for flowers and blooms. They would emerge stronger, broader, and deeper than before. At this writing, their season has, again, come.

About fifty miles south of the city of Tel Aviv is the Negev desert. Named from the Hebrew word for ‘dry,’ the Negev covers more than half of the entire country of Israel. It’s impervious soil allows only minimal penetration of water, resulting in a brown, rocky landscape with deep craters and dry riverbeds.

For six weeks every year (approximately 40 days), this otherwise barren desert comes alive with beautiful color. In a much anticipated event, red anemone flowers blossom in a panoramic backdrop of red and green. Israel hosts a five-week celebration, the Red South Festival, drawing thousands of visitors annually to experience firsthand the sea of flowers in their desert homeland.

Named after the Hebrew word for bride, anemones blossom just above the Negev’s drought line. They flower first as males, giving pollen to bees and closing a few days later. Afterwards they open as females, bearing a white ring because they are now ‘engaged.’ In the short span of six weeks they blossom, reproduce and die until the next spring season.

Jesus had been with the apostles for forty days, approximately six weeks, when He told them to wait in Jerusalem for the gift the Father promised, that they would be baptized with the Holy Spirit. Under Roman rule, they asked, “Lord, are you at this time going to restore the kingdom to Israel?” He answered, “It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set . . .” After He said this, He was taken up before their very eyes, and a cloud hid him from their sight. They were looking intently up into the sky as He was going, when suddenly two men dressed in white stood beside them. “Men of Galilee,” they said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven.” (Acts 1:1-10 NIV)

Ah. The promise of the ages. The subject of endless dissertation and theological debate: the long-awaited return of Israel’s Lily of the Valley, her blessed Rose of Sharon, her bright and morning star.

Even more certain than the red anemones that bloom in the Negev desert each spring is the assurance that Jesus will return. Just as their arrival spawns celebration and joy, Jesus’ promise brings hope and enthusiasm when our faith wanes and our hearts grow weary.

Understanding the patterns of nature, we are able to predict the readiness of her leaves and flowers, and to anticipate with some accuracy their return. Yet while some have predicted the event of Jesus’ return, none have discovered it. What we do know with certainty is that when everything is ready (John 14:1-3), He will return for us. Until then, we embrace another rich covenant with Israel in the barren Negev and our hearts are made glad.

Perhaps Isaiah said it best, “The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them (the redeemed); and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly . . . and they shall see the glory of the Lord, and the excellency of our God.” (Isaiah 35:1,2)

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The Speed of Light

It’s Tuesday morning and I have just devoured, savored, relished my first home grown tomato of the season. Indulge me here, as there are some things in life that are too good to characterize, impossible to chronicle or delineate. One must accept that there are levels of delicious that are reached only by firsthand experience. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what happened to me this morning.

I toasted fresh sourdough bread then covered it with soft butter. Next, I sliced the red, perfectly shaped tomato in medium-thin slices, which I placed on the toast. Last came salt and freshly ground black pepper. For the few minutes that it took to devour it, all was right with the world. There was no deficit, no drought, no wildfire. Men did not study war and children did not misbehave. Why, Maxwell Smart didn’t even bark when someone rang the doorbell!

John and I must conclude this: while our three plants have produced only one red tomato thus far, and while that tomato has cost us about $27, it was worth it. All summer we will reminisce about that one – the first one – that perfect, picturesque tomato on toasted sourdough with melted butter, salt and pepper.

Okay, I feel better now. With that out of the way, below is some food for thought. Enjoy!

Blessings,
Janet

 

   The Speed of Light      by Janet Paschal

Over the years, pastors and evangelists have shared with congregations the ancient legend of the light of God shining in the hearts of man. Here’s the Reader’s Digest version: Upon Jesus’ ascension, He was met by Gabriel at the gates of heaven and their proposed dialogue was something along these lines:

Gabriel: “Oh, Master, how wonderful, how glorious that You have returned. We do wonder, however, how many people down there know how much you love them and that You died for them?
Jesus: “Gabriel, just a little handful; eleven men in a company of a hundred and twenty in the city of Jerusalem.”
Gabriel: “Master, how will the rest of the world know that You died for them?”
Jesus: “I have asked Peter, James, John, and a few more friends to tell others about me. Those who are told will tell others, in turn. Eventually, my story will be spread to the farthest reaches of the globe and all of humankind will have heard of me.”
Gabriel: “Yes, but what if Peter and James and John grow weary? What if the people who come after them forget? What is your alternate plan?”
Jesus: “There is no alternate plan.”

It is obvious that this story is told to admonish believers to share their faith with boldness and frequency. It has probably galvanized young people to consider missionary service, or other lifetime commissions. The legend is obviously not true, but we are clear about it’s purpose: to remind us that we, you and I, are still the light of the world.

Early in the book of Matthew, Jesus has just been tempted by the devil for 40 days. He is hungry and tired, yet He holds fast, eventually driving Satan away. On the heels of this, He learns that His beloved John has been imprisoned. His reaction is quite human: He withdraws and convalesces, then He begins to preach, calling men to repentance.

Shortly afterwards, while walking beside the Sea of Galilee, Jesus sees Peter, Andrew, James and John. His overture to them was the same one that still resonates in the human heart: “Follow me.”

He begins to heal the sick until the crowds become overwhelming. Jesus finds a place on the mountainside to rest and calls his freshmen disciples to Him. After laying some ground rules about being blessed, He stares at the fishermen, tax collectors, laborers, workers, and states very bluntly, “You are the light of the world.” They must have been astonished! Surely science or reason was the light of the world; perhaps self-enlightenment or ingenuity could be labelled such, but could human beings really be the light of the world? Jesus further admonishes them to let their light shine before others, thereby glorifying their Father in heaven.

It is not coincidental that James described God as the “Father of Light,” or that God chose that medium to communicate with a dark world. In 1905 Einstein theorized that nothing in the cosmos travelled faster than light. He further postulated that the speed of light is independent of the motion of the light source. That makes me smile. God just needs for us to shine; He takes care of the rest.

John wrote that the entire world lies in darkness. Our cultural world is in darkness; our social world is in darkness. Our intellectual and political worlds, on the whole, exist in darkness. The light that shines in the darkness is generated by the people of God, those who know Him, those who have responded to Him.

In one of Paul’s prison epistles, he admonished the Philippians to live “blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life” (Phi. 2:15 NIV-UK). How much louder is Christ’s charge to those who await His return? Our assignment is to concentrate our strength and resources, our devotion and labor to do simply this: make the lamp burn, the light shine.

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THE POISON CUP

Hey Everybody,

What a great time of the year! Everything is growing: the knockout roses are living up to their name, the canons are shooting skyward, the sun-tolerant lantana is beginning its summer stretch, and, if daylillies could talk, they’d say, “Watch this.” What a sweet break from our crazy, runaway world when we stop, stoop, and smell the familiar scent of lush petals. How fantastic to be reminded that God’s laws of nature remain unchanged by the instability of man’s nature. Catherine Marshall would have said, “All of this happens quite apart from man; little man who struts and fumes upon the earth.”

John and I have been doing a lot of yardwork; that is, he does the work and I offer encouragement and suggestions (I feel that is my area of expertise.) The girls in the backyard watch and await their grooming, their feeding, and then they wait for us to leave. We’ve no idea what really happens back there when we are not around:)

I’m getting ready for an intense summer semester plus singing a few fun concert events – ones that are close enough to get there and back without missing too much precalculus!

Happy Mother’s Day to all… Kay and I are blessed to share that special day with our sweet, beautiful, healthy Mom, and we do not take it for granted. For those of you who are not as fortunate, I pray that your day is filled with sweet memories and the knowledge that you will see her again. What a promise!

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Following is my nod to the growing, blooming, and killing season of summer. Enjoy!

We love you,

Janet

 

THE POISON CUP

It was an ordinary day in February, 1987, when Gary Wright parked his vehicle at his family’s Salt Lake City computer business. Nearby, he noticed what appeared to be a piece of lumber with nails in it. Fearing that it might flatten a tire, he kicked it away from the parking area. That is when he heard a soft click.

He does not remember the explosion.

He came to consciousness twenty feet away, as fragments of Ted Kaczynski’s homemade bomb continued to rain down. Shrapnel severed his nerves and arteries, and a nail ripped through his chin and lips, barely missing an eye. Multiple surgeries would follow to reconstruct his face and reconnect his nerves and tendons.
The FBI determined that this was the work of an unidentified serial terrorist they nicknamed the Unabomber. It would be nine more years before Ted’s brother, David, and his wife would read the published manifesto of the Unabomber and recognize the rantings as those of his brilliant but mentally ill brother. David Kaczynski called the FBI and his brother was arrested the following year.

Gary Wright used counseling and his Christian faith to arrive at his resolve: “I was never going to be the same person I was, but I could still be happy. I had to forgive this guy.”

Following his brother’s arrest, David felt the need to focus on the victim’s pain and not his own. He called each one to apologize on behalf of the Kaczynski family. Gary’s response was, “But you didn’t do this. It’s not your fault.”

The trial was held in Sacramento. During a break in the proceedings, Dave called Gary and told him he’d like to talk. The two men met and talked for hours. They became best friends and, in a providential turn of events, Gary began to help Dave reconcile what his brother had done and to move past his own pain.

It was a wizened old landscaper in Nashville, Tennessee who first shared with John and me about pruning the dead branches from our beloved trees. Not only would this help ensure that they would not fall and harm someone, but it also removed risk from the living branches; in the event of a storm, they were more likely to be damaged due to the drag of the dead limbs. He also suggested that we remove dead leaves when possible; as long as they are attached, he explained, they rob nutrients from the healthy parts of a plant.

Years ago I read a quote that I have always remembered: ‘Not forgiving someone is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.’ Corrie Ten Boom, having lost everything dear to a maniacal regime, resolved, “Forgiveness is to set a prisoner free, and to realize the prisoner was you.”

I remember a distant relative from childhood. He carried in his heart past offenses from other people and nursed them, rehearsing the events at every opportunity. He spoke as though the infractions had just occurred, even after the offenders were long deceased. What a shame that the drag of past events robbed him of the riches of his life going forward. What a shame that he lived his life trudging through pockets of history that he could never change. What a shame that he never stopped drinking the poison.

Some scholars feel that Moses’ mountaintop commandments had come full circle when Jesus preached the Sermon on the Mount. Listen to the only section that addresses our involvement: “Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also forgive our debtors…” In offering a pattern for praying, Jesus emphasized one prerequisite: that we forgive each other. He knew that we would be prisoners, otherwise. He knew there was risk and damage in the unhealthy branches.

Theodore Kaczynski did not apologize to his victims. When Gary Wright stood to address him in court, he looked him in the eye and said, “I do not hate you. I learned to forgive and heal a long time ago. Without this ability, I would have become kindling for your cause.” What insight from one who could have spewed venom and contempt. What wisdom he demonstrated when he measured the consequences of unforgiveness and found them far more damaging than the schrapnel. Gary Wright took a long look, made a permanent resolve, and lived the Lord’s prayer. And, once again, God’s kingdom came in the heart of man.

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