Friday, January 23, 2026

A “Dirty-Bird” Blessing

Dear Hubby,

        At this time of your 70th birthday, I couldn’t find a Hallmark greeting with the sentiments I wish to share; so, this post is your “card.” It starts out very un-like a Hallmark though (and perhaps fails to do so overall—oh well).

        The biblical account of Elijah on Mount Carmel is one of your favorites—the prophet challenging King Ahab to prove his and his wife’s god, Baal, was the true one. Of course, they and their hundreds of prophets could not.

        Elijah would prove to them God was God, and that’s just what happened. Baal did not produce fire to burn the sacrifice on his altar, and nothing—absolutely nothing—the false prophets did succeeded because, to put it bluntly, Baal did not even exist.

        Next: Moses’ turn and wow! What had up till then been an all-day wait happened quickly. Elijah prayed to God to reign down fire on the totally saturated altar and dug-out area around it.

        God did what seemed impossible. Not only was the sacrifice on the alter consumed but so were the rocks and all the water!

        I remembered what happened after this account, but I forgot the timing of all prior.

        Jumping back a chapter, I reread about God directing Elijah to go into the wilderness, camp by the brook Cherith, and let God provide for him in a time when severe drought had come upon the promised land because of the people’s unbelief.

        God tells Elijah that He directed ravens to feed him.

        Ravens? Really? Dirty birds? Defiled in the eyes of the Jews?

        Yes.

        I might have wondered about my meals being delivered by filthy foul, but Elijah obeyed, and God kept His promise. Elijah drank from the brook and enjoyed his bread and meat in the morning and again in the evening. Every day until the brook dried up.

        Then God told Elijah the next step to take.

        How interesting that what followed involved a widow and her son who didn’t have enough food for themselves yet alone to share with Elijah, as he instructed of them. But, hadn’t God just proven He provides—even by dirty-bird delivery? Fresh on full-stomached Elijah’s mind was the fact God does what He says (and I wonder if he smiled at the memory of those birds).

        Minus the dirty birds this time, God provides all the ingredients the widow needs to feed the three of them.

        Then the woman’s only child dies.

        What does God do? Answers Elijah’s prayer for The Almighty to raise the child (and I’m sure the boy’s mother cried out to God for this also). I don’t believe the prophet was shy asking God such a huge request. After all, he knew God could do anything by any means.

        Next, God sends Elijah on another mission—all this prior to the prophet’s meeting with Ahab on Mount Carmel where God does the miracle mentioned earlier.

        Imagine the stunned on-lookers on the mount. Even the false prophets had to admit there was a true God, and that wasn’t Baal.

        But the enemy detests being proven wrong, so he makes sure Elijah’s courage flees along with him when that no-good, evil, crazed woman, Queen Jezebel, sets out to take care of that man of God who just caused her to lose face, not to mention all her false prophets who were slain.

        But God shows up to minister to Elijah—quietly. Asking questions to help Elijah. Counseling him. God knew Elijah was exhausted from ministry. And Jehovah Jireh, Who not only ordered dirty birds to deliver meals to meet Elijah’s physical needs, now ministered to his emotional and spiritual ones too. He also told Elijah it was time to pass the mantle. Retire. Elisha’s turn.

        Oh, dear hubby, I almost weep at this point in writing because I recall the more-times-than-we-could-count when Jehovah Jirah cared for us one way or another—even using dirty-bird equivalents! And He’s comforted us in our most hurting times. In times we thought we’d die—just like Elijah cried out to God after the Mount Carmel contest. And, oh, how very tired we’ve been at times! Perhaps the time isn’t far off when we, too, will pass the mantle.

        You’ve now reached this milestone birthday. Looking back, there are so many times God used “unconventional means” in your life and the ministry. Yet God has proven faithful in and through all.

        I give you this blessing as you step into a new year of challenges, assignments, time in wildernesses, rest beside brooks, and maybe even a few more dirty-bird experiences if that’s what God has in store.

A “Dirty-Bird” Blessing

May challenges you face in your next decade minister to your soul and produce growth.

May unexpected times of harm bring to your mind God’s means, using these for the good.

May you always recall God surrounding you in near-death times.

May seasons of drought spring forth fountains of joy.

May your wilderness experiences affirm your message to others—

that God always cares—always provides.

May those who serve baals shutter at the sight of the Army of God surrounding you.

May you always have praise on your lips and carry hope for the ones

who’ve come to know the Lord through your being obedient.

May you not forget the battle is the Lord’s in Whom there is victory over death,

and may you experience His peace until and beyond the passing of the mantle.

Amen.

 

So Send I You** by Outreach Quartet, 1999

11 So Send I You

 

        Lovingly ~ always,

       Wifey

 

#birthday #Elijah #ravens #JehovahJireh #Godprovides #blessing #faithful #missionary #ministry

 

*These accounts of Elijah are found in I Kings 17-20.

**Written by E. Margaret Clarkson—lyrics & John W. Peterson—melody, 1964

Photo Credit: godsverse.org

Sunday, January 4, 2026

Putting Away Jesus

     Growing up, we didn’t celebrate Epiphany in our church although I had aunts and uncles whose churches did. We were aware, though, January 6th was the date for remembering arrival of the wise men to worship the Child Jesus. Other than that, we didn’t keep all the Christmas décor out that long.

     At one time we had an Asian pastor and wife who kept their Christmas decorations out until after Chinese New Year.

     When we lived in Appalachia, many folk there set up and decorated their Christmas tree November 1st and took them down by December 26th.

     I guess you can say our experiences living in different locations and varied cultures introduced us to several timetables in regard to the whens of Christmas.

     For us? Mostly we struggle to get a tree up and all the rest by mid-December, and I admit—I’m ready to put it away by Christmas. I mean, hey, it’s been up a whole 2–3 weeks! (I do hold on until the others in our household are ready though.)

     One of our most special Christmas “somethings” is an olive wood nativity set my parents gave us for our 1st Christmas as a married couple. When I pack it away, I make sure each piece has some type of protection around it just in case there’s an earthquake, the house collapses, or a disaster happens but never has. And I’m especially careful to wrap the Infant Jesus with his animal-feeding-trough bed so He will be ready for next year when we again remember this is all about Him.

     Then it’s time to put away Jesus.

     Put away Jesus? Is that what I do when I pack Him amongst our other Christmas decor?

     I’ve thought a lot about this for some reason—perhaps more than in previous years.

     In the weeks leading up to this holy time, I’ve answered the so-are-you-ready-for-Christmas question the same. “Yes,” I smile and say, “because I have Jesus in my life, so it’s always Christmas!”

     But do I live like Jesus is foremost in the hundreds of days moving forward?

     There are times I fail to treasure the Gift of Him. The Gift of all He’s done for me. The Gift of being able to commune with Him whenever I need to or just desire to do so. The soaking in of His Word.

     Jesus—the olive-wood, tiny-infant Him—is now neatly packed and shelved along with His mother, stepfather, an angel, shepherds, sheep, an ox, a donkey, and wise men (who, by the way, never arrive at our nativity in the 2–3 weeks we have Jesus unpacked, being they come from the east and take much longer to get there).

     May I remind myself every day of this coming year to keep Jesus—Redeemer of the world but also my personal Savior—foremost in my thoughts, decisions, prayers, reading of His Word…

     …and may I remember to introduce Him to a world full of people who’ve packed Him away or may not have even invited Him to His Birthday Party at all.

     My prayer for you, dear reader? That you will remember Jesus every day of 2026!

All Year Long sung by Larnelle Harris

All Year Long

 

#Christmas #Epiphany #Jesus #nativity #decorations #newyear #hope

 

Photo Credit: Infant Jesus—Etsy, 2026 calendar—free-calendar.su