“When Love Rules the Home”

The past few years my life has changed dramatically. I gave birth to two children, and it has transformed my life and my marriage. Nothing remains the same. My work schedule, my relationship with my husband, my daily routine, my personal space and sense of identity, my time with the Lord, everything was impacted by this change.

By God’s grace and my choice to submit to His lead, this has resulted in an overall improvement in my quality of life. It has strengthened my faith and my walk with God, I am growing in my relationship with my husband, and I see the world differently. I have now, I think, a more complete view and understanding of God’s character, His purposes and what life is all about.

Recently God has been pulling back layers of my onion, especially in my relationship with my husband and family. This peeling process seems to recur every six months or so, going deeper and deeper.Yes, it’s painful. Yes, it’s freeing. And the results are good, to the extent that I cooperate with the Lord’s work on my heart.

During this same time period, I have witnessed several friends and family members experiencing similar spiritual pruning. To my surprise, it’s even harder to watch than it is to experience for myself! When I read the following passage last week, I knew it touched on the centerpoint of this process God is working in each of His people, any time we’ll let him: Letting Love Rule. Our hearts, our homes, our churches, our friendships.

When Love Rules the Home

The environment of the Christian home, like that of the church, should be one of love, acceptance and forgiveness. People need these three things to come to wholeness and they need them in the home just as much as in the church.

We can have these three ingredients in full measure in our homes only as Jesus Christ is Lord both of the husband and the wife. I am not saying that to put down those who live in divided homes. I don’t want anyone to despair. But just as a home is not complete with only a father or mother, neither can love be complete with only one parent being obedient to God.

My purpose is to advocate what God intended the home to be — a place where both husband and wife are under the total Lordship of Jesus Christ. I must warn you that if you are compromising your own commitment to the Lord, if you aren’t in the process of becoming what He wants you to be personally, you are heading your home toward disaster.

People come to us with incredible marriage and family disasters. They come from every walk of life, high income and low income and everything in between. Usually the disaster is a result of husband or wife or both not being under the Lordship of Christ. If Jesus isn’t your Lord, you must begin there to bring love, acceptance and forgiveness into your home.

“God has poured out His love [agape] into our hearts.” How? “By the Holy Spirit” (see Romans 5:5). If Jesus Christ is not your Lord, if the Holy Spirit is not filling your life, you do not have agape love. You can fake it. You can have friendship and you can have emotional love, but just as you can’t buy apples at an auto parts store you can’t get agape anywhere but from God. He is the exclusive source.

Agape love must become the mark of our homes. “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her” (Ephesians 5:25). There it is again, agape joined with giving. Agape is always a giving love.

Do you know what an ideal marriage is? It is husband and wife each giving to the other all of the time. If both are giving, obviously both are getting as well, but the dynamic is completely different. I know a relationship is in trouble whenever a husband or wife says to me, “I am not getting anything out of this marriage.” Apparently his or her partner is not giving anywhere near 100 percent, and husband or wife doesn’t have an attitude of giving either, but is focusing on getting.

Love gives and it gives with the idea of meeting the other person’s needs, emotional and spiritual as well as physical. One of the greatest love gifts you can give your partner in marriage is total, unqualified acceptance. You see, although I speak of love, acceptance and forgiveness as three distinct things, they are closely related.

It comes as something of a shock to most of us when we discover we didn’t marry a saint after all. We married a sinner like ourselves. Acceptance means we give each other enough elbow room to live. Acceptance conveys the idea: “You don’t have to be my ideal; I love you.” This is real unqualified acceptance of you as you now are and does not imply, “I will accept you in spite of your obvious faults.” That idea is egotistical.

Too often we act so as to communicate: “You are not exactly what I would like you to be.” We compare here, suggest there, manipulate elsewhere, con a little, play little reward games. Why? We are not the Lord, and no one has to answer to us, including our spouses.

If you have a very capable husband or wife, beware of getting into competition. I was intimidated by my wife’s grade point average when we were in college ages ago. Barbara was always disciplined, got her assignments in on time, made A’s on the tests. I was always playing Ping-Pong or softball or basketball, drinking Cokes and running around. I could never figure out why she had a better GPA than I did. I was intimidated by her grades and I was intimidated by her discipline.

Years later, she launched her, “Touch of Beauty” radio broadcasts. Way down inside of me there lurked a subtle fear that she would do better than I. Sure enough, that which I feared came upon me. Men would come up to me and say, “We listen to your wife every day on the radio.” Competition.

God helped me realize that we are not in competition, that we can release one another to be what God wants each of us to be. Now, as I am writing this book, her first book, How to Raise Good Kids, is already out and doing very well. I can honestly say that I am not threatened by that fact. I accept her strengths now. They don’t intimidate me any longer. I also accept her weaknesses and she does the same for me.

Accept your spouse; that is the greatest gift you can ever give him or her. If you have trouble with this, perhaps it is because at some subtle point you have not been able to accept yourself. In turn, that may be because you are not thoroughly convinced that God accepts you.

I lived a lot of my life trying to get God to accept me. I didn’t like me very well. I was too short. My ears where too big. I wasn’t put together the way I thought best.

I was crossing the street in Seattle one day when the Lord spoke to me clearly, “Jerry, why don’t you quit trying to be a Christian? You are one. You are accepted in the Beloved.” I did not even know that last phrase was in the Bible.

Three days later, I was lying on my bed in the room I was renting near the college. I opened my Bible to Ephesians, chapter 1, and began reading. When I reached the sixth verse, it jumped on me like a thing alive — I am “accepted in the beloved” (KJV).

That experience totally changed my life. Suddenly I wasn’t trying to get God to like me anymore. He had liked me all the time. As I began to accept myself because God accepted me, I found I was better able to accept other people. So you see, acceptance, like love, depends on the right relationship with God which includes exercising the faith to believe that God loves and accepts us in Christ.

Along with love and acceptance, forgiveness is one of the most healing elements in a home or church. Now, forgiveness involves forgetting. We have not truly forgiven someone until that matter is dismissed by us not to be retained anymore.

People tend to retain grievances, and although they “forgive” they keep things in a little bag for instant recall as needed. Introduce that system into a home and it becomes absolutely devastating. One cannot live with a person who is collecting his mistakes in a little bundle and bringing them up periodically just to show him he is not nearly as smart as he thinks, because remember when…

“There we go again; I thought that was settled.”

“Well, it is, but…”

When people live together in the same home, their weaknesses are going to show. They just will. A strong relationship is not one in which the people have no weaknesses but it is one in which each knows how to handle in love the other’s failings.

In a marriage, people so often get into little ego struggles. A minor issue — leaving a rake in the yard, being late for an appointment, not putting gas in the car — becomes a major issue. Then it becomes a matter of, “You’re always doing something stupid or irresponsible.” We generalize from a small issue into a great accusation and we are caught in an ego struggle.

The classic example is the huge, enormous problem that arises when he squeezes the toothpaste tube in the middle and she rolls it from the end. All they would need to do is buy two tubes of toothpaste, let him squeeze all he wants and her roll to her heart’s content. That would take care of it.

Such conflicts can be funny to hear about but they hurt when you are caught in one. Multiply the hurt by many repetitions and many other small issues and you come up with two people who love each other but have lost each other. They no longer communicate.

Many such couples find each other only in their children. That is their one meeting point. When those children are gone, the husband and wife separate or spend the rest of their lives together but alienated.

Couples can build an environment in which they will not lose each other if they will let love and acceptance rule the home. And if they will learn a few things about forgiveness. “Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you” (Colossians 3:13). Has Christ forgiven you? Then that is your basis for forgiving others. As a Christian, you have no excuse to be unforgiving in any relationship, particularly in your home. Forgive.

I must emphasize the importance of forgiveness not just as an event but as an environment.

“I forgave him for that thing.”

Not good enough. You must forgive him for everything, all the time. People need the security of knowing they can blow it and still be loved and totally forgiven with nothing held over their heads. I am pleading for an environment of forgiveness in our homes, where people don’t have to wonder or endure some painful interlude before they can be forgiven.

That is the kind of home I need. Not that I intend to offend. I am not asking for license. I am not asking to be a tyrant and still be loved. I don’t want to be unreasonable. I don’t want to be hard to live with. Not many men do, though it may look that way.

Sometimes I meet a person who seems to want to be hard to live with. I think, He must be trying to be ornery, because he is certainly succeeding. When I get close to him I find a frustrated person who can’t understand why there is trouble and why people have a hard time with him. I don’t know any woman who tries to be contentious either. I know several who have succeeded, but none who planned it that way.

We need to build an environment in which husbands and wives understand that their mates are not holding grudges against them, not remembering the mistakes of the past. I need to know that when my wife looks at me she’s not screening me through all the foolish things I’ve done over the past 15 years. And I’ve done a few, but I honestly think she has forgotten most of them. At least she has convinced me she has, and that is just as good. She doesn’t throw the past up to me and I try not to throw the past up to her.

Forgiveness is liberating. If you don’t have an environment of forgiveness you can’t live freely. You can only defend yourself constantly. What chance do you have then? None whatever, because you are going to fail sometimes regardless.

I’ve seen husbands and wives live together as though they were vultures. He’s perched over here and she’s perched over there and they meet in an arena between. Each is just waiting for the other to make a mistake so he or she can lash out. Have you learned yet that people tend to live up to your expectations of them? Just perch there watching for your husband or wife to blow it again and you probably won’t have to wait too long.

“My husband is never on time for anything,” a woman said to me. “And he is always in a bad mood. He has never been able to handle money either.” She went down a list of about 15 things her husband “always” or “never” did.

When she finished I said, “You undoubtedly have the most consistent husband I’ve ever heard of. You have been married for 24 years and this guy has made totally wrong decisions all that time — quite a record.”

You get the point and so did she. What are you looking for? You will find it. If you are looking for a mistake you will find it, but a forgiving spirit does not look for mistakes. When the mistake is there anyhow, it forgives. This paves the way for continued living. Unforgiveness becomes a gate across your road of life. It drops down and you can’t get through to go on. Only forgiveness can open that gate.

If you want a good home, build an environment that grows good homes. How do you have a good garden? Pull out the weeds and plant good seeds, not bad seeds. If you are planting seeds of rebellion, jealousy, suspicion, unforgiveness and criticism, what are you going to grow? You will reap what you sow.

To have a home in which love reigns, sow seeds of love. How do you do that? By being a loving person. You can be a loving person when Jesus Christ is Lord of your life and the Holy Spirit is shedding abroad the love of God in your heart.

What I’m saying about husbands and wives applies to parents and children as well. I know parents who are unforgiving toward their children. They remember every mistake that kid ever made. Parents whose children are grown and married tell me about the mistakes those kids made when they were still at home. Forgive your children. Forgive that teenager.

“But he hurt me.”

Forgive it and forget it. Let the wound heal.

I’d like to inject into your home these three things — love, acceptance and forgiveness — but I can’t. All I can do is point you to Jesus. He loves you, accepts you and forgives you. As you are exposed to His love, you can begin to love. As you realize His aceptance, you can begin to accept others. As you experience His forgiveness, you can forgive.

How many of your past sins does God remember? None whatever. There is no record of you in heaven as a sinner. Insofar as God is concerned, your life began clean when Jesus became your Lord. Bless God. That’s strong. That’s forgiveness. Put it to work in your home.

Love, Acceptance & Forgiveness by Jerry Cook (with Stanley C. Baldwin)

Wow, that was long. But totally worth it. I want to remember this always, and continue following God’s lead in establishing this atmosphere in my home. I can already see His hand leading me in this direction, though I hadn’t ever seen it all written out in one place exactly like this before.

Total acceptance. This is something God has been placing on my heart lately. Understanding that acceptance of a person is not approval or endorsement of sin. Love, acceptance and forgiveness should always be fully loaded and ready to fire out the cannon of my spiritual weaponry.

How is judging, criticizing or being hurt going to help anything? It won’t! But the love of God is a powerful healing force, and it is “the goodness of God” that “leads you to repentance” (Romans 2:4). May God’s goodness — His grace, His undeserved favor, be upon you today!

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“What to do when darkness returns”

I’m reading bits and pieces of a book I’ve read before, just whenever I have a few minutes while eating or waiting for something. This passage is a powerful reminder that when you’re facing serious crisis you need to get serious about your stand of faith.

One of the darkest hours that I’ve ever spend in my life came right after my wife and I first started living our life of faith.

When I surrendered my life to Jesus, He became a light unto me. He became the One I wanted to live for. From that day, I determined that I would serve Him for the rest of my life, but then the darkness came. I was just beginning to really live for God. I was on fire, and it seemed that nothing could shake my faith in God.

We went to a church service to hear Brother Kenneth Copeland. Our children were just babies and we had put them in the nursery. During the service a woman came running to us with our youngest daughter in her arms. Our daughter had blood running out the end of her fingers. I didn’t know what had happened.

The woman came up to the front of the auditorium and brought our baby to us. Of course, when the people saw all that blood and heard the baby screaming, fear erupted in the place. I held the baby in my arms and turned and looked at Brother Copeland. I was not only about to find out what I believed, but I was also about to find out what he believed. It’s one thing to preach faith; however, it’s another thing to live it.

Satan was trying to steal my faith. His motive is always to discourage us and cause us to turn away from God. That day it looked as if darkness had returned to my life, but God proved that He was a light unto me.

With the baby in my arms, I turned to look at Brother Copeland and he stopped preaching his message and walked off the platform and came to where we were standing and laid his hands on my daughter’s fingers. He said, “In the name of Jesus, I command the blood to stop and the pain to cease.” The bleeding stopped instantly.

She closed her eyes and then laid her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. I had blood all over me. Brother Copeland walked back up to the platform and said, “Let’s get back into the Word of God.” He just prayed the prayer of faith and went back to preaching.

I took my daughter into the men’s restroom to wash the blood off of her. I still didn’t know what had happened to her. When I started washing the blood off, I then discovered she had cut two of her fingers off behind the first joint. Now, I don’t know how it affects you when one of your children is injured, but darkness tried to come over me and fear tried to rise up in me.

Satan began bombarding my mind, telling me she’d never be normal. He told me that her fingers would always be deformed. However, I remembered the Word of God, and I knew it was Satan who was trying to steal it from me. I remembered the book of Deuteronomy, which talks about the blessings of Abraham. I knew that all of those blessings belonged to me. The Word of God says, “Blessed shall be the fruit of thy body…” (Deut. 28:4). So I declared, “God, this little baby is the fruit of my body, and You said she would be blessed. In the name of Jesus, I believe You will restore my baby’s fingers.”

My faith began to rise, and fear began to leave. I then heard a knock on the door. I went to the door, and it was the nursery attendant. She said, “Brother Jerry, what do I do with these?” She had in her hands two little fingertips that she’d found on the floor in the nursery. She handed them to me, and now I held in the palm of my hand two little fingertips with nails on them that had been cut off my daughter’s fingers.

Once again, darkness tried to come in. Fear started arising again. But I continued to confess the Word of God.

We were advised to take our child to the hospital to get her fingers properly dressed. When we got to the hospital, the nurses were amazed that the baby was not crying with pain. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, they got us an appointment with one of the top plastic surgeons in the state of Louisiana.

When he examined her fingers, he said, “I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do. It got the nail root. It got part of the bone. Those fingers will never be normal. They’ll always be short.”

I said, “Sir, you don’t understand. My God will restore my baby’s fingers.”

He said, “No, no, son, you don’t understand. It’s medically impossible.”

I said, “Sir, that’s where my God specializes — when things get impossible.” I told him, “Sir, please understand me. I’m not against you. I’m not belittling you, and I’m not trying to be sarcastic. I appreciate your dedication to the medical field. I appreciate all the years that you’ve given to studying how to help people and to save lives, and I respect you greatly, but I’m not basing my faith on what you say. I’m basing my faith on what God said, and He says that all things are possible to him who believes.”

However, this doctor didn’t understand, and he was totally convinced that it was impossible. He said, “All we can do is take a skin graft. We’ll take a piece of skin from her hip and cover her fingers. They’ll never be normal. They’ll never have nails.”

We knew that we couldn’t leave them exposed, so I said, “You go ahead and do the skin graft. God will do the rest.”

He said, “I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

He then went over to my wife and said, “Your husband doesn’t seem to understand.”

She said, “No, sir, you don’t understand. Our God will restore our baby’s fingers.”

He took the skin graft, bandaged up her fingers, and had her stay in the hospital that night.

Brother Copeland had one more service so I went to hear him preach. When you find yourself in a dark situation, that’s not the time to run from the Word. That’s the time to run to the Word. Why? Because faith comes when you do.

I drove back to that church that night and allowed Brother Copeland to feed my faith with the Word of God. After the service, I went back to the hospital and preached everything to Carolyn that Brother Copeland had preached to me. Now, we both would be operating on the same level of faith. We were trusting God for a miracle.

The next day we took our baby home. Once we were home, we absolutely surrounded ourselves with the Word of God. We didn’t turn the television set on. We didn’t pick up a newspaper. We didn’t hang around doubters. We protected our spirit diligently by staying in the Word of God.

We consumed the Word of God through faith-building tapes and books. When we spoke to each other, we talked about the Word. If people came into our house talking unbelief, they either had to sit down and be quiet or leave.

After three weeks, we took our baby back to the hospital, and the doctor removed the bandages. Much to his surprise, the fingers were growing back. He said, “This is impossible. I can tell there is some growth taking place.” He then said, “But they’ll never have nails.”

I said, “No, sir. My God will restore my baby’s fingers.”

He said, “Impossible! Bring her back in three weeks.”

We kept on reading materials that stirred our faith. We continued to pray. We were not willing to have our dream stolen. As far as we were concerned, our daughter was healed completely.

After another three weeks, we took her to the doctor again. He cut the bandages off and screamed, “My God!” We looked and saw that God had restored fingers and nails and they were the right length!

We experience a tremendous victory when God restored our daughter’s fingers. Since then, there have been many times when the devil has said, “Jerry, this is impossible or that’s impossible.” When he does, I just go to my daughter and say, “Terri, could I borrow your fingers for a moment? The devil’s trying to tell me that we’re facing another impossibility.” Then I’ll just say, “Satan, look at this. Years ago, you told me that this was impossible, but look what God did. God took an impossible situation and turned it around, and if He did it once then He can do it again.”

When darkness returns, you have to remind the adversary of the victories that you have already seen. Declare them out loud. Tell the devil that the God you service is a God of victory and triumph.

If Satan Can’t Steal Your Dreams, He Can’t Control Your Destiny by Jerry Savelle (pp. 100-107)

What I noticed in this story

While this is a great example of God’s miraculous intervention and inspiring in so many ways, there is ONE THING that stands out to me right now. THIS is the message that God is telling me in the “now”, and I believe it’s for me and for my friends who may read this journal.

Notice what Jerry and Carolyn did between the declaration of faith and the uncovering of the completely restored fingers: THEY GUARDED THEIR HEARTS. They were DILIGENT. They took it SERIOUSLY. They got EXTREME in their focus.

They did NOT continue “life as normal” while “saying positive things” about how God was going to heal their baby’s fingers.

THEY GOT SERIOUS. Nothing was allowed to distract them or put bad seed in their hearts. No TV. No worldly news. No friends or family members who would speak words of doubt and unbelief.

Do you need some extreme change in your life?

“And from the days of John the Baptist until now the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force.” — Matthew 11:12

What’s happening in your life? Are you under attack in some area? Are you tired of getting beat up by some habitual sin? Are you finished with failure? Ready to see the impossible happen?

I’m ready to get violent about achieving the dreams God has placed on my heart. I’ve been gradually getting more forceful about it for a few years now, and I see the growth gaining momentum.

The will of God will be done in my life, and I will not settle for anything less.

How about you?

“The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.” — Jesus, in John 10:10 (emphasis mine)

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Why does this make me cry?

The hubby was watching this video today, and laughed out loud. It attracted my attention.

And as I watched, I smiled. And then… well, and then I cried.

Watch the video…

Why did I cry? I’m not certain. But I think it has something to do with the music. A LOT to do with the music. And then, the imagery of so many countries. So many peoples I long to touch, to reach with the good news of Jesus Christ.

And there they are, laughing and dancing with this dude who just followed a so-simple and seemingly silly dream and ended up Net-famous.

I don’t really want to be famous. But I do want to make a difference.

I want to reach MY dream, and the people I dream of dancing with. Or writing with. Or drawing with. Or making movies with.

Oh, God, YES!

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