Remember, Yesterday We Ended With Jesus Poised To Speak Truth To This Dear Woman:

“ I who you speak to am he.” (v. 26)

Jesus did exactly what she expected the Messiah to do… he told her all things. Sometimes even without saying everything, our God addresses all things. Be still my heart. Our Christ, the anointed one, often answers our questions about worship by telling us the truth about ourselves. In one fell swoop, he exposed foolish traditions and cuts away human reasoning with his sword of truth. Who wouldn’t drop their water jar and run after hearing this? That is our Jesus. He doesn’t shame the shamed. He takes them into his confidence and shares with them the noble things the Pharisees (and even his disciples at times) refused to hear.

The moment is over. The disciples return and are troubled by the discovery that Jesus had been talking to a woman who is only worthy of their disdain. But their reception no longer matters to her. Once you have been received by God … what is the rejection of man to you? It is interesting to note that not one of the disciples had invited the Samaritans out to see Jesus. That was okay because Jesus had already sent his messenger. She was the one he had in mind all along.

So, the woman left her water jar and went away into town and said to the people, “Come, see a man who told me all that I ever did. Can this be the Christ?” They went out of the town and were coming to him. (vv. 28-30)

On close examination we will find she is intentional with her words. She doesn’t call him a prophet or mention that he is a Jew, knowing that both of these might cause the townspeople to reject him. She uses her own testimony to open the way for them. I love that our friend invites them to come and see rather than suggest they come and hear. Seeing can mean believing, and when your eyes are opened, you want everyone else to see as well.3

I love that Jesus chose to reveal something so preemptive, precious, and holy to a woman who others saw as tainted, common, and soiled. By speaking the mysteries of God to someone others considered the lowest of the low, he threw the door open for all of us. For this very reason, I have visited her story in more than one of my books. I always see their interaction from a different angle, but never with an indifferent heart.

For years I have loved this intimate encounter that made the shamed outsider an ultimate insider. For a time, I even liked the fact that she was nameless; that way I could easily insert my name into her story. That was until I learned to know her by Photina, the enlightened. She started evangelizing that very day in Samaria, but as you now know, her reach extended far beyond the that region’s borders.

Her story shall encourage each of us who are deep wells living shallow lives. What else could possibly explain a wayward woman conversing with a prophet about worship? Her well was not only deep … it was also dry. She’d had five husbands and two sons and yet the longing remained. This woman with huge capacity had poured herself out completely until the very marrow of her bones ached.

Suddenly, it was different. She knew the gift. Jesus had invited her, and she boldly asked for living water. This magnificent Messiah knew her completely and loved her unreservedly. So, at his invitation this daughter without rival drank deeply of his living water and went on to become Photina, evangelist and apostle, who walked into danger with unshakable resolve.

BOTTOM LINE:  Woman with a past, will you follow her lead?

NEXT UP:

Really Now, Can You Imagine Being Five Times A Failure?

This woman is so broken now that she is willing to live with a man whom she shares a bed but not a name. Her life is consumed by appetites that refused to be satisfied. Her spirit is broken but yet she hopes, as evidenced by her statement to Jesus in John 4:19 continues: “Sir, I perceive that you are a prophet.”   

Prophets were also referred to as seers. Everywhere Jesus went he opened up eyes of understanding. When she chose to view Jesus as a prophet, she looked to her future and asked Jesus where she should worship. I can only imagine she was weary of her old life with its old ways. She had no way of knowing that a new hour was upon her that would redefine worship as a person rather than a place.

Jesus said to her, “Woman, believe me, the hour is now coming when neither on this mountain or in Jerusalem will you worship the Father.” (v. 21)

In The Passion Translation, the Aramaic opens this verse up a bit further for us with:

Believe me, dear woman, the time has come when you won’t worship the Father on a mountain nor in Jerusalem, but in your heart.

 She honors Jesus as the prophet he truly is, and in return Jesus calls forth what she truly is, dear. This term means “beloved and cherished, prized, precious, and priceless, valued and treasured.” I have to wonder how long it had been since she had been called by any term of endearment. He was rebuilding her broken heart and wounded spirit with words of destiny.

Even now I hear Jesus inviting each and every one of his daughters, “believe me, my valued, treasured, and loved woman, your time has come …” Your time to believe is now. Pause a moment. What has he whispered to your soul?

Our God is not closest to you on a mountain, in a city, or even a church. No individual can keep you from his presence. Thankfully, no mistake can separate you from what abides within you. Jesus awaits your worship at the well of your heart. The Scriptures remind us that our God is as close as a whisper:  

But what does it say? “The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart.” (Rom 10:8)

Jesus shared this revolutionary concept with a woman at her lowest. Who had ever heard of a God without the limits of location? A God who was willing to meet with her wherever she was? Imagine how wonderful this news would have been to her. She is an outcast from her people and an outsider to the Jews, but God had made a place for himself within the sanctuary of her heart. Just as she had been forthright and revealed who she is, the Son of God is about to be just as open and revealing with her. Her choices had pushed her to the outer limits of life. Jesus invites her in. Jesus goes on to explain:

You worship what you do not know; we worship what we know, for salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such people to worship him. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth. (John 4:22-24)

Jesus shatters her traditions with truth. If what this rabbi was saying is true, then she is just the type of worshiper his Father is looking for: those who long to worship both in spirit and truth.

We miss the irony of it because we know and accept all of what Jesus was unpacking as understood truth, but at that moment, these concepts were radical. More than likely she had never hear of God the Father. The Passion Translation of John 4:22-23 reads:

From here on, to worship the Father, is not a matter of the right place, but with the right heart. For God is a Spirit, and he longs to have sincere worshipers who worship and adore him in the realm of the Spirit and in truth.

She could connect with a God who longed. I believe at this very moment she was conflicted with glorious hope in the face of what she had known as an oppressive religion. She is not sure what to believe; her heart is trembling with hope, confusion, and wonder, but the one thing she knows she shares.

The woman said to him, “I know that Messiah is coming (he who is called the Christ). When he comes, he will tell us all things.” (v. 25)

I wonder if Jesus found her childlike faith irresistible. He couldn’t hold the good news of the truth back from her any longer. I picture him holding her gaze as he whispers:

NEXT UP:  I who you speak to am he. (v. 26)

Jesus Does Not Marginalize Her Longing, Nor Will He Scoff At Yours.

          It is not wrong to want to be loved.

          It is not wrong to want to build your life with an intimate other.

          It is not wrong to want a life of dignity.

          It is not wrong to want a life of purpose.

          It is not wrong to want friends.

It is not wrong to want a life of worship.

And Jesus does not marginalize her longing, nor will he scoff at yours. He validates her thirst when he promises to satisfy it. He offers her life without end rather than a life of dead ends. Out of the very depth and desperation of her soul she moves closer and pleads:

Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water. (John 4:15)

 In her anguished plea, I hear hope. I recognize her longing as my own. Jesus, please don’t make me go back to this place that continually reminds me of my failures. Like her, I had failed to keep the laws of my youth. She knew she couldn’t earn it, didn’t deserve it; this could only come to her as if it was a gift. Like an addict, she had nothing more to spend. Her thirst had enslaved her.

Before Jesus could give her this living water, he needed to see if she was ready to empty herself. Was she truly ready to leave it behind? He addresses the faulty, stagnant well she had drawn from for so long… men.

Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come here.” (v. 16)

Don’t imagine that with this directive Jesus was looking for an authority structure through which he could speak to her, nor was he necessarily pointing out her sin. Rather, he asked for her husband to locate her pain. Our brave sister spoke the truth even knowing full well that the truth might very well disqualify her from the rabbi’s living water.

I have no husband. (v. 17)

This admission must have weighed heavy on her. Five failed marriages. There is no hint of blame, no suggestion of excuses in her admittance; it is just the raw and ugly truth. I have no husband…

Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband’, for you have had five husbands, and the one you now have is not your husband. What you have said is true.” (vv. 17-18)

BOTTOM LINE:

Jesus can work with truth tellers and brave confessions. She told her present reality, and he filled in the details of her past. Five men had taken her as their wife only to cast her aside. Sometimes I wonder why there has been so much focus on her as a sinner. I am granddaughter of a woman who was married four times to three husbands. She was not a victim; it was her choice and vice. But it may not have so with this woman. We don’t know for certain that she was in the wrong. She lived under the law, which meant a man could decide that marrying his wife had been a mistake, and he could easily put her away with a certificate that affirmed his disappointment. Under the law it would have been impossible for her to be the one changing husbands of her own initiative. A remarriage would have required this certificate of divorce.   

NEXT UP:

Can you imagine being rejected by five different husbands? I’m reading between the lines and judging by the conversational integrity displayed with Jesus she likely wasn’t the primary cause of her rejections, especially in that culture… Stay tune.

Committed Disciples are Birthed in Seasons of Hardships Amongst Old Dry Wells….

Scripture lends us a window into this woman’s background. When we first meet her, she is unnamed, divorced, and displaced. Her life was so conflicted on so many fronts that no one imagined she could ever minister. Understanding this, she first shared the gospel as questions and suggestions.

Maybe like our friend, you too have felt the judgement of others to such an extreme, that your statements too have remained hints and questions. Forgive them. People who would tie you to your past … have yet to experience a revelation of God’s mercy and the power of rebirth.

          Before she took on the name “enlightened one,” Photina was known to us only by an ethnic designation. We met her when we listened in on her private interchange with Jesus. She is our friend the Samaritan woman. How amazing that the woman who formerly had five husbands would one day labor alongside her five sisters. I love this, because in the Bible, the number five symbolizes grace. And in her case, she experienced grace upon grace.

          I’ve always loved this woman. For years I’ve seen her as a woman of great capacity. She was a deep well living a shallow life. The hardships she experienced and the realities of her choices had dug a deep, dark, dry hollow within her. The enemy of her soul meant for this to be a perpetually broken place that isolated her and buried her dreams.

          Old wells will leave you thirsty time and time again. Ultimately, only God can quench our thirst. These ancient wells were subject to failure because their source was intimately attached to earthbound conditions. At any given moment an enemy could slip in and lace a well with poison or fill it with dirt, or a long-lasting drought could dry it up.

          Like an old well, the law could be easily poisoned by human statutes or buried in the earth of man-made rituals and rules. The Samaritans adhered to only the first five books of the Torah and worshipped at their own mountain. They lived in but a shadow of the law, and yet the Jews proved that even in the law in its entirety cannot give us the life we long for.

          These ancient wells of laws and patriarchs were given to us for the purpose of punctuating our desperate need for the living water of the Holy Spirit. The law requires a location and a place of worship. The law places God just beyond our reach. Therefore, the worship of God remains an observance, rather than a life source. Under the law there is visitation rather than habitation. The law is where he can be seen from a distance but not touched. The law maintains a Mount Sinai dynamic where we can behold God but not be held by him.

          When our sanctuary of worship is around us rather than within us, we run the risk of remaining outsiders. This encounter between the Samaritan woman and Jesus broke so many legal parameters. This woman had broken the law and was living with a man. Even in our more liberal church today, she would be considered to be “living in sin.” And yet Jesus saw beyond her shameful outside and spoke straight into her broken heart.

          The law always requires more of you than it can give. Living water cannot be contained or even weighed, for it is liquid LIGHT. The same is not true for dead water. If you want more than a drink at Jacob’s well, you will need a container. What you take home with you is limited to what you can carry. Dead water is not light; it is heavy.

          And you would have to make this journey again and again and again! Jesus speaks of a thirst that is perpetual and insatiable. As a daughter of the Middle East growing up in a dry arid land, this woman has known thirst all her life. There is no well, deep enough or water cool enough to satiate her desperate need for love, affirmation, and companionship. Her soul is desperately dehydrated. Time and time again she had been deceived by what she hoped would quench her craving and refresh her soul. Her longings are valid, but like so many of us, she kept looking for the right thing in all the wrong places.

NEXT UP:  Jesus does not marginalize her longings, nor will he scoff at yours.

Continuation of Photina’s Life & Times

When Domnina entered the room, she greeted Photina warmly and in the course of her salutation mentioned Christ. Photina mistook her for a fellow believer, and after embracing her, she openly shared the transforming love and wonder of her Christ with the one she presumed to be a sister. Domnina was undone, and rather than refute Photina, she converted to Christianity. But she was not alone in her conversion – her serving girls were converted as well, as they listened to the bold preaching of the gospel by the sisters. Then Photina instructed Domnina and her servants to remove all the wealth from the room and distribute it freely among the poor they found in the streets of Rome. Domina was baptized and received a new name.

Nero was enraged. He ordered Photina, her sisters, and her sons to be put to death by fire. He had a large furnace constructed, but when they were thrown into the furnace, they wouldn’t catch on fire. Next, Nero ordered them executed by poisoning. When the poisoner came, Photina volunteered to be the first to drink, but the toxins had no effect on her or any of the Christians. Then the one Nero had sent to poison them converted to Christ. They remained imprisoned for their faith, and over the next three years they were beaten and subjected to every form of torture the twisted emperor could invent.

          But the more he oppressed them, the more their fame grew. Word of their faith and power spread throughout the empire’s capital, and during their prison tenure, the jail itself became a house of worship. Roman citizens came regularly to the cells of believers to receive prayer and hear the gospel. For three years the message of Christ continued to infiltrate Rome from the confines of the prison, and many believed.

          Nero sent for one of his former servants whom he had imprisoned, and the man reported all that was happening. Nero ordered the immediate beheading of all the Christians he held in the prison. The only exception was Photina. He hoped to break her resolve through grief and isolation, so he has her removed from the prison and lowered into a deep, dark, dry well. A few of the accounts say she was severely scourged first. He left her there for weeks in what must have felt like an open earthen grave. She was acutely alone. These were dark days for Photina and she wept, but not over the loss of her loved ones. She knew they had been released from every form of earthly prison and already granted a heavenly reception. She grieved that she had been denied the privilege of being martyred alongside her sons and sisters and therefore robbed of a martyr’s crown. From all I read it would appear that this time was the most difficult for her.

          Every historical account I read mentioned this season in a well. In one account, she died there in the depths of the dry well, but not from despair but by choice. Like Stephen, she beheld her Savior in a dream and yielded her spirit. Other written records said she was removed from the well after an extended period of time, and after a dream in which Jesus appeared to her, she was released from life while in prison. Either way, this woman’s life was a deep well of living water that nourished and refreshed countless others.

BOTTOM LINE:

          Photina did not produce admirers or fans; her life produced witnesses and martyrs. This woman had something I want. She had something we all may need in the days that are before us: unshakable resolve.

NEXT UP: Church attendance grows when the world looks favorably toward Christians. But committed disciples are birthed in seasons of hardships.

May I Introduce You to a Daughter Without Rival?

The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins. Soren Kierkegaard

The next six posts are excerpts from Lisa Bevere’s book Without Rival: Embrace Your Identity and Purpose in an Age of Confusion & Comparison. Chapter Nine. Revell 2016. This story, as Thecla’s earlier from Chapter Ten, also is unforgettable. I strongly encourage you female readers consider buying several copies to share with vulnerable women struggling spiritually in your families and spheres of influence during these deceptive days. Remember, the Great Commission states we are to make disciples, not merely converts. I just heard a sermon on Discipleship where the ionic formula for discipleship was the same as water: H20; 2 H’s & 1 O…..or Humility – Holiness – Obedience. Don’t forget it!

This woman, a daughter without rival:

          Defied the most powerful and perverse ruler in the world.

          Gave a bold gospel presentation considered incomparable.

Was beaten, tempted, and tortured in every way imaginable and yet remained steadfast to the gospel, her friends, her Lord.

Was imprisoned but her reach could not be contained.

Was single but far from alone.

Was numbered among the apostles, and early church historians say her ministry was nearly unrivaled in signs and wonders.

You may be wondering why you don’t know her.

I understand. I only recently met her myself. She is but one of the many women who were church mothers whose names were buried by the sands of time. Over the course of my life I had heard whispers of her exploits. I wanted to meet her. I wasn’t content for her to remain a rumor, so I searched resources on church history to find her. In my pursuit, I called bible scholars, researched on line, and purchased books. Once I discovered her name, I was able to assemble enough pieces to make her acquaintance. Once I knew her, I thought it only right that you should meet her as well.

 Her name is Photina, or at times Photini. Her name is Greek and means “enlightened one.” It was the name she adopted when she was baptized into the Christian faith. As He did with all of us, Jesus flooded her world with a revelation of light. As a devout believer in Christ, she was numbered with those who were gathered in the upper room. When the Holy Spirit came upon their number in power, she was there; a tongue of fire rested on her, and she was filled with the Spirit and began to speak in another language. On Pentecost Photina received the commission to preach the gospel to the ends of the earth.

 She left everything and traveled to Africa, but not alone, bringing most of her family along. Her encounter with Christ wrought such a compelling transformation in her life that both of her sons and all five of her sisters followed her. In Africa, they all labored faithfully, spreading the gospel of Christ in Carthage, producing astounding fruit.

When news reached them that Nero, deranged emperor, was arresting and persecuting Christians, Photina sought God’s wisdom. Jesus appeared to her in a dream and instructed her to go to Rome and confront him. So rather than move beyond Nero’s reach, they headed straight into the eye of the storm. Immediately, Photina, her son, and her sisters set sail for Rome in the company of a large contingent of Carthaginian Christians.

They were warned there would be consequences if they chose to openly live their Christian faith. Here is a conversation between her son Victor, who served as a Roman officer, and an official named Sebastian.

Victor, I know that you, your mother, and your brother are followers of Christ. As a friend I advise you to submit to the will of the emperor. If you inform on any Christians, you will receive their wealth. I shall write to your mother and brother, asking them not to preach Christ in public. Let them practice their faith in secret.” Victor replied, “I want to be a preacher of Christianity like my mother and brother.” Sebastian said, “O Victor, we all know what woes await you, your mother, and your brother.”

How many would still practice their faith openly if they knew their decision would mean guaranteed woe. Later her son Victor threw his lot in with his mother, brother, and aunts. Here is an excerpt from the same document cited earlier that lends a window into her first audience with Nero.

Photini’s (Photina’s) arrival and activity aroused curiosity in the capital city. “Who is this woman?” they asked. “She came here with a crowd of followers and she preaches Christ with great boldness. Soldiers were ordered to bring her to the emperor, but Photini anticipated them. Before they could arrest her, Photini, with her son Joseph and her Christian friends went to Nero. When the emperor saw them, he asked why they had come. Photini answered, “We have come to teach you to believe in Christ.” The half-mad ruler of the Roman Empire did not frighten her. She wanted to convert him.”

Not surprisingly, Nero was less than receptive. He ordered that those who claimed to be in the hands of Jesus should have their hands beaten with iron rods. The Guards took Photina and all those in her company away to be beaten for their imprudence. Over the next three hours their hands were brutally beaten with iron rods but the Christians felt no pain and sang psalms while their torturers exhausted themselves. Not one of the Christ Followers had as much as a mark on their hands.

When Nero discovered that the beatings had no effect on them, he imprisoned them and devised a plan to convince Photina and her sisters to convert. This time he intended to turn them to his will with kindness. He ordered six thrones set up in a large banqueting hall. Before these thrones he arranged to have every manner of Roman wealth arrayed before the sisters. No expense was spared in the collection that would appeal to the feminine soul. In addition to gold and silver there were jewels and magnificent garments laid out before each woman. These riches and a life of ease could be theirs if they would only renounce their Christian faith and sacrifice to the Roman deity. To persuade them toward this end, he commissioned his very own daughter, Domnina, to act as his agent. 

NEXT UP: Continuation of Photina’s Life & Times

Even Though the Web’s Birth Date Parallels Those of My Three Sons, I Did Not Grasp Its Significance In The Moment…

Rather Reminds Me of We Habitual Sunday Pew Dwellers Not Fully Grasping the Significance of the Remaining Prophecies Yet to be Fulfilled… Or Even Our Rights & Responsibilities as Christ-Followers…

For Your Consideration: What are the hidden forces at work in our lives, and how can we trace them? What effect do our decisions have on the rest of the world?

In 1980, Tim Berners- Lee was doing a six – month stint as a software engineer at Cern, a European laboratory for particle physics in Geneva. He was just noodling around, trying to come up with a program for organizing his notes.

He had devised a piece of software that, as he put it, “could organize all the random associations one comes across in real life and that brains are suppose to be so good at remembering, but sometimes, we aren’t.”

He called it Enquire, short for Enquire Within upon Everything, based on an encyclopedia from his childhood.

Building on ideas in software design at the time, Tim fashioned a kind of hypertext notebook where words in a document could be linked to other files on his computer, which he could index with a number. (Remember, there was no mouse to click on back then.) When he punched in that number, the software would automatically pull up its related document. It worked splendidly and confidently – and nobody else could use this software. It would only work on Tim’s computer.

Tim wondered, What i I want to add stuff that’s on someone else’s computer? After he obtained permission, he would have to to do the dreary work of adding the new material to the central database. An even better solution, he thought, would be to allow others to open up his document on their computers and allow them to link their stuff to his. He could limit their access to his colleagues at Cern, but why stop there? Why don’t we open it up to scientists everywhere? In Tim’s scheme, there would be no central manager. There would be no central database and absolutely no scaling problems. The thing could grow crazy like a kudzu jungle. It would be open-ended and indefinite.

He later revealed, “One had to be able to jump from software documentation to a list of people, to a phone book, to an organizational chart, or whatever.” He cobbled together a relatively easy to-to-learn coding system he called Hyper Text Markup Language – HTML. Of course, HTML has come to be the language of the Web – it is how Web developers put up most web pages that include formatted text, links, and images.

He designed an addressing scheme that gave each document a unique location, a universal resource locator, or URL. He designed a set of rules that permitted these documents to be linked together on computers connected by phone lines. He called that sets of rules Hyper Text Transfer Protocol -HTTP. By the end of the week, Tim had cobbled together the World Wide Web’s first browser, which allowed users anywhere to view his document on their computer screens.

In 1992, the World Wide Web debuted with a coding system that brought order and clarity to information organization. From that moment on the web and the Internet grew as one – often at exponential rates. Within five years the number of Internet users jumped from 600,000 to 40 million. At one point it was doubling every fifty-three days.

Tim Berners-Lee, trying to organize his notes, literally changed the ways we live. Tim works in a cubby at MIT now, but he has changed the world. He didn’t cash in on his “invention” like a lot of people would have. He’s content to labor quietly in the background, ensuring that all of us can continue well into the next century able to enquire within upon everything.

BOTTOM LINE:

When you stretch yourself, you grow and life’s rewards are attained through this growth. A life of growth will bring you never-ending fulfillment, and mastering The Seven Decisions will help you have that life, paving the way to unlimited possibilities.

FYI:

The Seven Decisions: Understanding the Keys to Personal Success

The Responsible Decision: The buck stops here.

The Guided Decision: I will seek wisdom

The Active Decision: I am a person of action.

The Certain Decision: I have a decided heart.

The Joyful Decision: Today I will choose to be happy.

The Compassionate Decision: I will greet this day with a forgiving spirit.

The Persistent Decision: I will persist without exception.

Conclusion: Final Thoughts On The Seven Decisions. Andy Andrews 2008.

“SUCCESS THROUGH FAILURE

If success in any endeavor is to be accomplished, then failure must be embraced as well. As you have already seen, failure is a constant in the lives of successful people and, in fact, is often a precursor to their success. Anytime we view failure as the “final word,” we rob ourselves of an incredible future that might have been ours.

When as an engineer for 3M Corporation, Spencer Silver set out to create hype-bonding glue, his reputation was at stake. He had been the lead researcher on many successful adhesives that 3M had branded and sold in the past. This time, however, the “king of stickiness,” as his coworkers called him, produced an adhesive that was flabby, weak, and consistently dry. Despite the laughter of his colleagues, Spencer noticed two distinct qualities of this particular failure: the adhesive could be used again and again, and it left no residue on any surface as it was removed.

Perhaps because of these two qualities, Spencer patiently (and with good humor) endured the workplace jokes and determined that he would share his discovery with everyone in the office. One of his coworkers, a man named Arthur Fry, sang in his church choir and was often aggravated by losing his place in the hymnal. Having heard about Spencer’s failure, Arthur Fry saw an immediate use for an adhesive that could be removed easily, didn’t leave a residue, and could be used repeatedly.

Post-it Notes became a huge success! But first . . . they were a failure. Failure is often the pathway to something greater than expected. In fact, you can reliably depend upon failure as a pathway to new perspectives and new ideas. So put the “agony of defeat” in its proper place . . . a place of honor! After all, the “thrill of victory” is just one more reward for the person who rightly sees failure as a learning experience, a mill for ideas, and an opportunity to prove to ourselves, and others, that we are adaptable, imaginative, and strong.”

BOTTOM LINE:

FAILURE IS THE ONLY POSSIBILITY FOR A LIFE THAT ACCEPTS THE STATUS QUO. WE EITHER MOVE FORWARD>>>>>>, OR WE DIE!

merlin now: Sorta reminds me of the high school kid back in late 60’s who was working for the two inventors of what in time became Weed-Eater, that back in the beginning, were short on funds and offered him stock in their idea (forget the percentage, certainly less than a third) if he’d stay on without pay until they were successful. He declined. FYI, I’ve not seen either his book of Regrets or a similar You Tube about it either.

FYI: I can’t resist writing the following scenario. In Republic of Panama, you rarely (virtually never) see any form of a lawnmower here because of the rocky terrain, assuredly death either by bent/broken blades or spindles, not to mention always being stuck as are the genetically helpless 2 WD Zero-Turn mowers. I’ve seen several 21″ push / self-propelled variety. You gotta really appreciate the simplicity of beginning a lawn care “gardening”business here in Panama. You can begin with a Stihl weed eater, a machete, and a plastic rake. And a gas jug. As you grow, you may in time get a bicycle, then a small motorcycle, so you can carry more tools. I have yet to see a Steiner, or a Venture, and never a pickup pulling a van loaded with tools.

Stihl Weed-Eaters appear to have captured 95% of the weed eater market in Panama, ranking right up there with the machete! Neither do I see any Bush Hogs for grooming acreages, except maybe on larger cattle farms. Here, Stihl weed eaters do it all with string. I have yet to see or hear any whirling plastic blades . That’s all I ever used in OH.

With monetary resources for a 3/4 ton truck, a Venture, and a van, you could move directly into an excavation business, but seemingly much more popular, is private transportation. Skip the rickeshaws here, go directly first to an old Corollas taxis, then the recycled US school buses, some that are dressed to the gills with exquisite paint jobs and unreal lighting schemes, that eventually morph into new 20+ passenger Toyota & Kia vans. The ultimate chassis now for these accomplished upwardly mobile privately funded entrepreneural owners and operators are these new Kia and Hyundai pusher buses.

Apparently Panama is niche market without any republic incentives. Much like our OH Yoder-Toters, but no one here has organized and implemented the Pioneer Trails model play book here yet, principally because Panamanians are so unscheduled! You just go to a bus stop and when a passing bus for your destination has space for you, or your seat’s occupant is getting off, you can hop on. I’m not at all sure how it all works, but it is apparently yet thriving!

NEXT UP: An Endless Webb of Decisions, Cern, Geneva, Switzerland, 1980 I never knew the history.

International Global Peace Correspondent (normally it’s War correspondent, but that is not Michael Yon’s Perspective) Read On>>>>>

Michael’s been in and out of Panama frequently during the past 6-8 years when we began following him. I don’t necessarily endorse all of his posts but this one is certainly choice!

Again, this blog is all about the 3-D’s of your Life’s Focus: Destination-Distractions-Determination, and the galaxies beyond, that science has yet to quantify>>>>>

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Historical Events Worth Knowing About…

Hello readers! I’ve been greatly enjoying “The Seven Decisions:
Understanding the Keys to Personal Success” by Andy Andrews and wanted
to share this historical account with you. Do yourself a huge favor and
read “The Traveler’s Gift” first though!

Andy was ironing his shirt one evening in his hotel room when he heard the anchor on a network news show announce Norman Borlaug as the person of the week. Andy ran to the television and heard that Borlaug was credited with saving the lives of over two billion people on our planet. Andy stated he was blown away, not knowing the 91 year old man was still alive. Andy knew Borlaug had hybridized corn and wheat for arid climates. Actually, he won the Nobel Prize because he discovered how to grow a specific type of corn and wheat that saved the lives of people in Africa, Europe, Siberia, and Central and South America. Borlaug was being credited with saving, literally, two billion people on our planet.

The reporter was misinformed, however; Andy knew it wasn’t Norman Borlaug who saved the two billion people. It was Henry Wallace. Henry Wallace was the vice president of the United States during Franklin Roosevelt’s first term. However, the former secretary of agriculture was replaced for Roosevelt’s second term in favor of Truman. While Wallace was vice president of the United States, he used the power of that office to create a station in Mexico whose sole purpose was to hybridize corn and wheat for arid climates. He hired a young man named Norman Borlaug to run it. So, Borlaug got the Nobel Prize and person of the week, but wasn’t it really Wallace who saved the two billion people?

Or was it George Washington Carver? Before Carver ever made his amazing discoveries about peanuts and sweet potatoes, he was a student at Iowa State University. There, he had a dairy sciences professor who allowed his six-year-old son to go with Carver on botanical expeditions on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Carver instilled in him a love for plants and a vision for what they could do for humanity. George Washington Carver pointed Henry Wallace’s life in that direction long before that little boy ever became vice president of the United States.

So, when you think about it, it is amazing how George Washington Carver “flapped his butterfly wings” with a six-year-old boy and just happened to save the lives of two billion people and counting. So perhaps Carver should be person of the week?

Or should it have been the farmer named Moses from Diamond, Missouri? Moses and his wife, Susan, lived in a slave state, but they didn’t believe in slavery, which was a problem for a group of psychopaths called Quantrill’s Raiders, who terrorized the area by destroying property, burning, and killing. One cold January night, Quantrill’s Raiders rolled through Moses and Susan’s farm, burned the barn, and shot and grabbed some people. One of these was a woman named Mary Washington, who refused to let go of her infant child, George. Mary Washington was Susan’s best friend, and Susan was distraught. Quickly, Moses sent word out through neighbors and towns and managed to secure a meeting with Quantrill’s Raiders a few days later.

Moses rode several hours north to a crossroads in Kansas to meet four of Quantrill’s Raiders. They showed up on horseback, carrying torches, flour sacks tied over their heads, with holes cut out for their eyes. Moses traded the only horse he had left on his farm for what they threw him in a burlap bag.

As they thundered off on their horses, Moses knelt and pulled a little baby out of that bag, cold and almost dead. He put that child inside his coat next to his chest and walked him home through the freezing night. He talked to the child, promising him he would raise him as his own. He promised to educate him and honor his mother, whom Moses knew was already dead. And he told that baby that he would give him his name.

And that is how Moses and Susan Carver came to raise that little baby, George Washington Carver. So, when you think about it, it was really the farmer from Diamond, Missouri, who saved the two billion people—unless . . .

The point is that we could continue this journey back through to antiquity. Who really knows who saved those two billion people? Who knows whose actions at a particular time were responsible for changing the entire course of the planet—two billion people and counting!

And who knows whose future will be changed by your actions today and tomorrow and the next day and the next.

BOTTOM LINE:

Depending on Almighty God’s timetable, there may well be generations yet unborn whose very lives depend upon the choices you make because everything you do matters—not just for you, not just for your family, not just for your hometown. Everything you do matters to all of us—forever.”

now for merlins two cents:

I agree 2 billion lives saved is a monumental accomplishment, and there are likely a few more such unsung heroes. Fact is, on the other side of the coin, I’d wager there are likely historical accounts both centuries ago, and perhaps even last year, where unbelievable atrocities whether geo-political, environmental, medical, judicial, corporate greed, human trafficking, etc., did not make the news, at least, YET.

 But in the final analysis of whose future will be changed by your actions this coming week, actually tomorrow, as we once again will be privileged to enter Lent, may we each be uniquely reminded that all of our lives have an ultimate destination and even a recorded destiny, so we can rest in His perspective as we encounter scads of consuming trivial distractions that are attempting to usurp, actually downright destroy, our determination to keep His Circle Unbroken!  I personally prefer the first rendition below, roughly 18 years ago, but I was looking for a choral piece, of course. The second is just too glitzy for me!