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My Dear Family in Christ,
Ever precious greetings in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ!
Praise the Lord for spring! I am so excited as all my garden is beginning to bloom. Buds are everywhere and anticipation is in the air for the fullness of the Lord's blessing on all!
It is written, "For, lo, the winter is past the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in the land; the fig tree putteth forth her green figs and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away." (Song of songs 2:11-13)
The weather is finally getting sweet again and I am outside everyday. That is my joy and the delight of my heart. I simply love, beyond words, to work with my hands outside while enjoying the creation of our God. Notice how the Lord is always calling us through creation, unto Himself saying, "Look, here I AM."
As the people daily pass by the Greenhouse grounds, I am always found in conversation with them, with an eye toward salvation, “while leaning on my rake.” Yesterday, I was talking to Brother Arron about surfing. I don't remember how it came up, but I myself was an avid surfer, having traveled all over the place to surf. I did not know that Arron was a belly-boarder (surfing while lying down) and that we, unbeknownst to each of us, had surfed many of the same surf breaks in Puerto Rico such as “Gas Chambers”, “Shark Pit”, “Tres Palms”, etc. I say it humbly, but I was fairly adept at surfing and could rip with the best of them.
What I found though, as I later reflected, was that it was very easy to verbalize what I had done in the past, but I simply could not show him anymore. Yes, I knew all the lingo and all the spots; I was well versed, as it were, in all surf chat. I was full of war stories about all the big waves I had surfed, all the tubes I had disappeared in; and of course, all the gnarly wipe-outs I took, including having my board broken in half in big surf!
In all our sharing and reminiscing, we got excited. I just couldn't get past the fact that I really wanted to show him how I surfed, not just tell him. I am sure he believed me, but if he saw me do it, he would then "know" I was a surfer. For surfers, how you ride speaks way louder than your talk.
Later that day, I was talking to one of the young-bucks about basketball, again, with an eye toward salvation, “while leaning on my rake.” We shared about our favorite teams; I being a suffering Knick fan, had to take the brunt of it, because they are in last place. In jest he said, "Oh, I heard you had a good game in the paint when you were younger." Honestly, I was fairly adept at basketball, but I am still not used to young whipper-snappers busting my chops about how my game "used" to be! I said, "Are you serious, I have hair on my arms older than you and I can still shoot your lights out!"
In my heart, I sometimes think I can still “do it all”. I know the game well and all the lingo that goes with it. I was an avid player and I coached many winning teams. Frustration soon followed though, in that, I again found myself sharing about what I had done in the past, but, I simply cannot show him anymore. The verbalized stories just did not have the impact as playing a short "one on one" game with him would have had. I am sure he believed me, but if I had hit that turn-around jumper from the base-line, while he was aggressively defending me, then he would "know" that I could ball. For basketball players, your game speaks way louder than your talk.
It is written, "He that saith he abideth in Him ought himself also so walk, even as He walked." (1 John 2:6)
Dear friend, perhaps you are an avid Christian. Maybe you are very adept at sharing your testimony and verbalizing all the things the Lord has done in your life. There is no doubt that you know all the Christian lingo, right? You can quote the Bible with the best of them, and of course, you always sing on key. But, while you are “leaning on your microphone stand”, do you have an eye towards people’s salvation, or do you just like the sound of your own voice coming from the monitors?
I am sure that people believe your witness and all of your spiritual war stories, and about the goodness of the Lord in your life. Absolutely nothing though, carries more weight than a holy walk flowing from a pure heart; by such, shall they "know" Him. Understand this precious one, your talk talks and your walk talks, but your walk talks louder than your talk talks. For you Christian, your walk speaks way louder than your talk.
Beloved, I realize that it is very easy for us to verbalize who we are, but we simply must . . .