Relentless - Part 6: Home

June 30, 2023 by Amy Christensen in A Christian look at love, Aging, Allegorical story, Allegory of Christianity, Analogy of Christian life, Being God's child, Being in Christ, Being in the light, Being pursued, Being Thankful, Belief, Believe, Blessings, Blogging, Blogging about God, Blogging about Jesus, Blogging on Christianity, Blogging on faith, Blogging on life, Christian, Christian allegory, Christian belief, Christian blog, Christian blogger, Christian faith, Christian faith blog, Christian fiction, Christian life, Coming back to God, Creative fiction, Daughters of God, Faith, Faith Blog, Faith blogger, Faith in God, Faith in Jesus, Faith inspiration, Father, Fearless, Fiction, Fictional short story, Fictional story, Finding rest, Giving thanks, Glorified with Christ, Glorified body, Go to the light, God as King, God is faithful, God is good, God is merciful, God is relentless, God is Spirit, God is with us, God loves us, God provides a way, God the Holy Spirit, God's faithfulness, God's love, God's work in my life, Heirs with Christ, Holy Spirit, Hope in God, Jesus is our hope, Jesus is the light, Jesus is the way, Joy is light, Joy, Letting go, New Life, New mind, Our hope in christ, Partake of divine nature, Peace, the Christian life, Transformation, True Love, Waiting for glory, Walking in the light, End of life, Death and dying

Laney, could hear the steady beep, beep, beep of the machine monitoring her heart. She knew where she was, and what was going on. She was dying, but an amazing peace surrounded her, a living, breathing presence. She thought back to all those years ago, the night Steve walked out on her; the night the Shadowed Ones tried to get her to take her life; the night she met her unborn daughter. That night she had given her heart back to its maker; the King.

“GG?” A sweet, young voice called her name and she could feel the tender hand on her own. She opened her eyes.

Her youngest great grandchild stood next to her hospital bed. He was only eight, but his faith in the King was as strong and as deep as a mighty tree. She smiled at him.

“Silas.” Her voice came out in a raspy whisper.

“GG? Are you going to see Him? Are you going to see the King?” His eyes were wide with hopeful, childlike anticipation.

Laney managed a nod. “Yes, sweetheart. Yes I am.”

*Image by* *PublicDomainPictures* *from* *Pixabay*

Laney turned her head and saw the room filled with her family. She could see Steve in every single one of them. The thought made her smile. Steve hadn’t really given up on her, just like the King and His Son, he relentlessly pursued her.

For a long time she carried the guilt of her abortion, and it made seeing Steve even harder, but gradually, time, and the King’s soothing words reminded her she was forgiven. She was made new, and nothing ever captured her attention again, like His love.

Silas squeezed her hand. “GG, when you get there can you tell Gpa I miss him? Can you also say hi to Cocoa, and Nut?”

Laney managed a soft chuckle as she thought about the last two dogs she and Steve had rescued. The grandkids had been a little older than Silas when they adopted a dark brown puppy from a puppy mill, and a fluffy, white, very busy puppy from the Humane Society.

*Image by* *carpenter844* *from* *Pixabay*

“Silas, I will tell them, and I’ll tell Myles, Sophie, Frito, and Chip.”

Silas’ brow wrinkled. “Were those your doggies when you were younger?”

“Oh, yes, Silas. Myles and Sophie were the dogs who helped rescue me. Frito and Chip were your dad and Aunt Evi’s dogs as they grew up.”

Steven Jr. stepped forward and put his hands gently on Silas’ shoulders. “Come on, bud. We need to let Gram rest.”

Silas squeezed her hand one more time then let his father lead him a way from the bed. Laney looked at all of the blessings the King had given her. His grace and mercy showed in every single face that stood in that room.

She lifted her hand towards her son. “Steven, come.”

Steven stepped to the bed and put his arm around his mother lifting her so she could see everyone.

“I love every single one of you, and I know you love me. You all know my story, because I never want you to go down the road I did…to run away from the King. No matter what happens in your lives, only He is truly trustworthy, and loves you completely. He alone makes you exactly who you are supposed to be. Always remember.”

Laney leaned back weakly on her son’s arm, and he gently placed her head on the pillow. “Good bye, Mom. We’ll see you again.”

Her daughter, Evi, came over and kissed Laney’s forehead, her tears anointing her mother for her last journey.

Laney closed her eyes.

* * * * * * * * *

When Laney woke, the first thing she felt was warmth. It was as though she was laying on a glorious Mediterranean beach, the sun beaming down on her with a gentle breeze blowing across her skin. She took a breath and realized she could breath without pain, and she could smell. A million different scents blended together filling her with a joy she had never known. She opened her eyes.

*Image by* *Jill Wellington* *from* *Pixabay*

She found herself in a garden, one that caused all the Better Homes and Gardens winners to look faded and tiny in comparison. She sat up. She was on a blanket, and laid out beside her was a picnic complete with gingham napkins, a wicker basket, and food that looked like nothing she had ever seen before. She felt her stomach growl. What a glorious feeling after years of having no appetite.

“Laney.”

She looked up. There stood Steve, and her daughter Elena. They had decided to name her, after they had gotten back together. Both of them looked radiant. Stepping out from behind them was the King, His Son, and their presence, Arabella. Arabella was luminescent, as though a million stars filled her very being.

The Son came to her and reached out His hand. “Laney, we are so glad you are here. We have been waiting for you.”

Love, all at once a force, a thought, a breath, a place, an entity clothed her as His hand touched hers.

She was home.

Thoughts on Dia de los Muertos

November 01, 2019 by Amy Christensen in Christian belief, Christian faith, Christian blog, Christian faith blog, Christian blogger, Death, Day of the Dead, Dia de los Muertos, All Saints Day, All Soul's Day, Faith, Faith Blog, Faith blogger

I thought it might be interesting to take a look at the historical back ground of Dia de los Muertos or Day of the Dead. This holiday has long been celebrated in Mexico as a unique and colorful event to honor and remember relatives who have died. When the Spaniards introduced Catholicism to Mexico, the native peoples decided to blend the new religion with the old and came up with this festival celebrating the Aztec goddess, Mictecacihuatl (goddess of death) and the Catholic traditions of All Saints Day (remembering our loved ones who have gone to heaven) and All Souls Day (praying for all souls). These three remembrances, are celebrated on October 31st, November 1st and 2nd.

The reason I began to take an interest in Dia de los Muertos was because of my grandson and the movie Coco. If you have not seen that movie, it is a fun, family film with good music, action and some very moving moments about the love between family, both the living and the dead. In true Dia de los Muertos tradition Miguel’s dead relatives are able to cross over on that one day to visit their living relatives. The living relatives do not know they are there, but the idea is that in remembering them, they are kept alive, even beyond the veil, or the bridge as it is portrayed in this movie.

Obviously, as a Christ follower, I do not believe that our relatives are all having a party over on the other side. I believe the spiritual realm to be a bit more complex and holy, because of the God who reigns there. I also believe that not everyone, necessarily ends up in the “good place” (another show, that I would recommend watching, because it is funny and it has some very thought provoking philosophical and moral content. Only for adults.) Death is part of this life, but it wasn’t supposed to be. The psalmist knew this reality of death.

“Truly no man can ransom another,
or give to God the price of his life,
8 for the ransom of their life is costly
and can never suffice,
9 that he should live on forever
and never see the pit.

10 For he sees that even the wise die;
the fool and the stupid alike must perish
and leave their wealth to others.
11 Their graves are their homes forever,
their dwelling places to all generations,
though they called lands by their own names.
12 Man in his pomp will not remain;
he is like the beasts that perish.”

— Psalm 49:7-12 (ESV)

The psalmist knew that one day every single one of us will see death. There is no way out of it. You can search for the fountain of youth, but that didn’t work out very well for Donovan, did it?

You can also eat healthy, exercise and do everything in your power to live to be as old as you can, but the reality is, you will still die. Death is something we all have in common. Death can be scary. The process or the thought of how we will die can be overwhelming, but death is part of life.

The book of Romans in the New Testament of the Bible talks about another death, the spiritual one.

“Therefore, just as sin came into the world through one man, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because all sinned—”

— Romans 5:12 (ESV)

This death is the one that not only separates us on that bridge from our loved ones, but separates us from the God who created us, the Savior who loved enough to die for us and the Spirit who so willingly comes to dwell with and in us.

The good news is, in the same way Miguel found out in CoCo, that in remembering, his relatives lived on, it is in our remembering and partaking of the birth, life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ that we too will live on forever in our spiritual bodies with Him.

It is easy, as Christians to find fault with every religion and way of thinking other than our own, but what we need to do is examine each thing that comes into our lives with God’s microscope, learning what we can from every situation and thought process that we encounter. For me, I am going to celebrate Dias de los Muertos, by remembering in two ways.

1 - Remembering Jesus.

It was Jesus that made it possible for us to cross the bridge that separated us from our Creator. His shed blood on the cross is the payment that had to be made to stand before a Holy, Pure God.

“For if we have been united with him in a death like his, we shall certainly be united with him in a resurrection like his.”

— Romans 6:5 (ESV)

“We know that Christ, being raised from the dead, will never die again; death no longer has dominion over him.”

— Romans 6:9 (ESV)

“For the death he died he died to sin, once for all, but the life he lives he lives to God.”

— Romans 6:10 (ESV)

“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

— Romans 6:23 (ESV)

2 - Celebrating those who have gone on before us.

I find the idea of remembering my relatives an exciting prospect. My grandson knows very little about my father, who had passed away four years before Quintin was born. I thought it would be fun to share old photos and have some of my dad’s favorite snacks. like salty, hot buttered popcorn, and pretzel sticks. It might not be a bad idea to make Dias de los Muertos a regular part of our family celebrations as a way to share memories, food, fun, laughter and love.

Abide

September 19, 2016 by Amy Christensen in christian, faith, God, Relationship

What does it mean to abide? When we talk about our homes we sometimes refer to them as our "abodes". Simply put, our homes are where we abide. We sleep, eat, shower and live in these places we call home. Why then does Jesus say in John 15:4, "Abide in me, and I in you"? How do we abide in Jesus?

Think about the other people that live with you. Perhaps it is only you and your spouse, like my husband and I. Your children are grown and have (finally) moved into their own abodes. Maybe you are a multi-generational family with children, grandchildren and grandparents all living together. Whatever the situation, who we live with can affect our daily lives. Parents with small children are (hopefully) trying to provide a safe and nurturing environment for their kids. Their main concern is caring for those children. Families who are caring for their aging parents live their lives around the care and security of people who have their own sets of needs and sometimes health issues. Two people who are new to the empty nest syndrome may be trying to navigate rediscovering this stranger they married. All of these situations require time, effort and choice.

In the same way if we are serious about our relationship with Christ and we desire to abide in Him and allow Him to abide in us, we must invest time, effort and choice. Don't limit yourself to certain times of the day, after all, the people you live with are there on a regular basis. You can rationalize, "I don't have time to do daily devotions." Do you also not have time to clothe and feed your children? You do that without thinking. So too, our relationship with Christ should be done without thinking.

When you wake, pray before you get out of bed. When you are standing in the shower, recite those scriptures you are trying to remember or think on the words of a hymn or praise song. When you are driving to work pour out your concerns to Him. When you are at the grocery store thank Him for all the good things lining the aisles. Abiding is living with our focus on Him. Day in. Day out.

“And observe especially, it was not that He said, ‘Come to me and abide with me,’ but, ‘Abide in me.’ The intercourse was not only to be unbroken, but most intimate and complete.....

Who would after seeking the King’s palace, be content to stand in the door, when he is invited to dwell in the King’s presence, and share with Him in all the glory of His royal life?”

— Andrew Murray - Abide in Christ