Author: Dave Dishman (Page 13 of 456)

I have squirrels in my yard that drive me crazy. Whether it’s eating my strawberries or chewing on deck furniture, these diabolical creatures never relent. I try to haze them and run them off, but neighbors on either side of me enjoy feeding the squirrels, so they never go far. I pray for hawks or foxes to discover the plenty of game, to little avail. Mostly I get angry and hurl a few choice words, which the squirrels seem to take in stride.

David wrote about anger in the midst of his leadership journey: Be angry, and do not sin; ponder in your own hearts on your beds, and be silent.

One can be angry and be in the right. Anger doesn’t necessarily lead to sin. If someone cuts me off in traffic and creates a dangerous situation, I’m justified in my anger. But if I pass that person and flip them a sign of disrespect, then my anger has morphed into sin.

David goes on to say: Offer right sacrifices, and put your trust in the Lord. One helpful action with our anger is to take it to the Lord. Back away and give the situation some thought. Take a deep breath, keep quiet, and offer the outrage up to God. This practice gives balance to our initial reactions that tend to escalate the situation.

Sometimes well-placed anger moves us to take useful action. David showed this throughout his life, including his confrontation with Goliath. Acting on our anger after careful thought often leads to necessary change. Blowing up in the moment—not so much.

The result of taking our anger to the Lord? David closes with one way he experienced God in the midst of righteous anger: In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.

In the end, our Father helps us make things right. We may suffer in the interim and remain frustrated with situations beyond our control. But the Lord provides the peace needed to lie down and get a good night’s sleep, a pleasure anger never yields.

Psalm 4

Photo by Alexandra Mirgheș

I always like the phrase the penny dropped when it comes to understanding difficult concepts, those aha moments when something finally comes clear. I needed to replace the batteries in a key fob recently, but could not figure out how to open the case without damaging it. After watching a YouTube video the penny dropped. I understood the secret and cracked the case without a problem. I felt like MacGyver and Indiana Jones rolled into one.

Only after spending months with Jesus did the penny finally drop for Peter. Walking along with his disciples, Jesus asked, Who do people say that I am? They gave a variety of answers; John the Baptist, Elijah, or one of the prophets. The Jesus asked again, But who do you say that I am? Peter answered without hesitation, You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God.

What finally flipped the switch for Peter? By this time he’d witnessed multiple healings and miraculous feedings of multitudes. He woke with Jesus, walked with Jesus, ate with Jesus and worked with Jesus. He listened to Jesus teach and asked questions. He watched Jesus bend the laws of the natural world and confound the leading teachers of the day.

How much did Peter wrestle with this dawning perception? Jesus finally posed the question and drew out a previously unexpressed belief. I don’t know if Peter blurted out the words or whispered them in a quiet sense of awe. Either way, Peter voiced the truth now seated in his heart. Jesus was the Christ, the Messiah, the long-awaited one, the Savior of the world. Like Peter, may the penny drop for each of us, and may all the world come to the same realization.

Mark 8:29 & Matthew 16:15

Photo by Adam Nir

My wife and I just emerged from two weeks of battling a flu virus. As we mixed with family and friends over Christmas, we picked up one of the nasty bugs circulating this season. We’re doing better, but it took days to find enough energy just to get out and about.

Contrast our recovery with the way Jesus healed people. A man named Jairus begged Jesus to heal his daughter. By the time they reached the house, the girl had died. Undeterred, Jesus pushed past the mourners and kneeled next to the bed. What he did next was astounding.Taking her by the hand he said to her, “Talitha cumi,” which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.” And immediately the girl got up and began walking (for she was twelve years of age), and they were immediately overcome with amazement.

In another encounter Jesus healed Peter’s mother-in-law. Sick in bed with a high fever, Jesus stood over her and rebuked the illness which left her at once. Then she immediately rose and began to serve them.

Jesus brought a little girl back from the dead who got up and started running around the room. He reanimated her organs and muscles so completely she could not stand still. Peter’s mother-in-law felt so much better she jumped up and fixed dinner. Did Jesus tell her to lie down for a few minutes, or not overdo things for a few days? Not at all. He healed her back to vigorous health in an instant. She could no more set still than a kid on Christmas day.

Two weeks and I’m still feeling the results of the flu. Two seconds with Jesus was all that these women needed to hop out of bed and run around, better than ever.

Jesus revealed his absolute mastery over this world when he healed the sick and raised the dead. Notice the word immediately in both accounts. More than a faith healer or an experienced physician, Jesus, the Lord of all Creation, caused the bodily systems he designed in the first place to tremble with delight. Amazing. Truly we serve an astounding God.

Mark 5:41-42; Luke 4:38-40

Photo by Kelly Sikkema

The coldest months of winter in Colorado don’t yield much yard work. This time of year leans more towards snowblower than leaf blower. But a passage of Scripture reminded me of a practice I enjoy every spring.

Jesus said, The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows; he knows not how. The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest has come.

When the weather warms and the ground thaws next spring, I’ll give attention to my lawn. Raking, watering, and sowing grass seed. I over-seed large parts of the yard where the grass is thinning. I try to keep the grass seed contained, but some always falls into my planting beds. In an ironic twist I often get a nice stand of grass where I don’t want it. But so goes the practice of sowing good seed. It takes root and sprouts wherever it lands.

Jesus tells us the kingdom of God grows in the same way. The sowers (you and me) spread the seed—the good news of the kingdom—and let it fall where it may. We never know how the seed may sprout and grow—that mysterious work remains in God’s hand. We also don’t know whose heart might prove fertile soil. I’ve been surprised more than once by a person embracing the faith who I considered beyond the pale.

I sow without worrying about results. In small ways I express my beliefs and let people know I follow Jesus. I offer to pray for others and genuinely follow-through. Random conversations sometimes allow me to speak of my faith. Even saying bless you to a sneeze in the grocery store feels like a radical act of connection these days. No matter what you hear, people need Jesus. Don’t be afraid to sow some seeds.

Mark 4:26-29

Photo by Mikołaj