For the 20-plus years I worked at Delta Air Lines I brought my lunch to work practically everyday. We were only given a 30 minute lunch break and that really wasn’t enough time to drive anywhere for lunch. That applied to all four Reservation centers that I worked in: Tampa, Los Angeles, Jacksonville, and Dallas. Although we did have a cafeteria in the Dallas office for a short time, however it eventually closed.

I remember one day while working in the Dallas Reservation office, I forgot my lunch, which would invariably happen every once and awhile, and normally when it did, I’d just get something from the vending machines. But on this particular day I didn’t have any money with me either. Oops! I was hungry but I was also too embarrassed to ask anyone for money, so I just sat down in the break room and acted like everything was ok.

While sitting there at the lunch table with nothing to eat I thought of a recent sermon my pastor preached, about how God wants to meet our needs and how He knows our needs even before we ask (Matthew 6:8). He reminded us that God wants us to ask Him in prayer about everything, big or small. So, instead of eating on my lunch break that day, I prayed about being hungry and also about being too embarrassed to ask anyone for money. Why was I like that?

Before long my lunch break was over and I went back to work, hungry.

A couple of hours later, still hungry and feeling a little down, I took my afternoon break and stepped outside of the customer service area to the guard shack area to make a phone call. Out of the blue, the guard said, “Hello!” and offered me a slice of her pizza that she had just gotten delivered! Of course I accepted it and was so grateful! It was delicious!! I told her that both she and the slice of pizza were an answer to prayer. It brought a smile to both of our faces.

Through this experience I was reminded of just how much God loves me, and that He wants me to look to Him for all my needs, big or small, and also to not be so independent and aloof.

I learned some things about God that day and also about myself. Not that I instantly changed overnight but more so an awareness of what I should and should not do.

One: I was more in the habit of praying about the larger, more important issues in life, not the little things. I was reminded that I was not to limit my prayers to just the big things, but to bring everything to God in prayer, even something as small and insignificant as a forgotten lunch.

Two: Why was I too embarrassed to ask someone for lunch money? Was my embarrassment actually pride? Was I too proud to admit I made a mistake? Was I too aloof to ask for help? I think the short answer is yes. Although I was “feeling” embarrassed, I think it was pride mixed in with a little fear, an ongoing inferiority complex, and a little ignorance to boot, all of which together created the “feeling” of embarrassment. Bottom line, it was still pride.

Pride is a sin. It comes in all shapes and sizes, actions and lack of action, and it gets in the way of healthy relationships. It also separates us from God.

I know now that it’s ok to ask people for help, especially from people that you know. It’s not a sign that there’s something wrong with you. It’s a sign that you’re human. It’s even more OK to ask God for His help. In fact, we’re told to do so throughout the Bible:

Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. Matthew 7:7-8

Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask me anything in my name, I will do it. John 14:13-14

And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19

When we fail to pray about everything, we are failing to ask God for His help.

When we fail to pray about everything, we’re failing to trust God for our needs.

When we fail to pray about everything, we’re relying on ourselves instead of God.

When we fail to pray about everything, we’re denying the sovereignty of God.

When we fail to pray about everything, we’re saying we know better than Him.

When we fail to pray about everything, we’re saying that we’re in control, not God.

God’s help is actually exactly what we all need, but we have to first be willing to humble ourselves, be willing to set aside our pride, and be willing to ask for His help, in prayer.

Don’t let the sin of pride separate you from people, or interfere with your relationship with God, or more importantly, keep you from coming to Him in the first place, in repentance and faith.

Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith. Matthew 21:22

No Regrets

I’ve never been a fan of tattoos, not even the little ones with pretty flowers. I love flowers, and I realize it’s a personal choice, but why people would mark up their body, in permanent ink no less, is a mystery to me. With that said, I do have some favorite “No Regrets” tattoo fails: “No Ragrets”, “No Regerts”, “No Regets”, and of course, Noregrets.” 😂 That about sums up my opinion of tattoos!

On the serious side of regret, it really isn’t a very pleasant subject. It usually represents a failure of some kind; something we’ve done wrong or something we’ve failed to do. A regret that produces sorrow or leaves you with a sense of remorse. A regret that a window of opportunity has closed.

It’s virtually impossible to live with “no regrets” in our lives, but of all the things in this world that really matter, I think the most important one is where we will spend eternity.

There are few things in life that are more final than death; there are fewer things in life more certain than death. The simple odds are, ten out of ten people die. When people pass away, one of my first thoughts is, were they saved? No matter if I knew them or not, but if I did know them, then it becomes more personal. My thoughts change to, did I ever hear them talk about Christ or did I ever have any faith conversations with them?

I didn’t always think this way. I regret not being more concerned about spiritual matters when I was young. I regret not having faith conversations with people I cared about, who died unexpectedly and at a young age. I regret not really knowing where they’re spending eternity. God has since given me a heart for the lost, and a desire to spread the gospel, but I still deal with regret.

There are umpteen reasons why we don’t share our faith and/or talk about spiritual matters with each other. Being out of God’s will probably covers it pretty well. Fear is also real; fear of failure and not knowing what exactly to say. However, in times when I was afraid but followed through anyway, God countered my fear with His strength; He gave me the words; He calmed my fears.

So do not fear, for I am with you;do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10

Other reasons include being caught-up in the busyness of life, or thinking that it’s not your job, or maybe we just fail to love people as much as we should. Whatever the situation (or excuse) if you’re a Christian, and you’re not sharing your faith, ask yourself why not. Pray about it. Be prepared and willing to share it with those who are on God’s agenda, not just yours. While I do believe God puts certain people in our lives for a reason, there are many people we may not be unaware of that are part of God’s plan in our lives. Be ready, be available, and make time to be used by God.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastics 3:1

While “Salvation belongs to the Lord.”(Psalm 3:8) God calls Christians to share our faith with everyone and everywhere, including our family and friends. As Christians, we should be having faith convos from time-to-time, or at least at some point in time with those you are closest to. Convos that create gospel sharing opportunities. Convos about what God has done in your life. Convos that help encourage one another in the Lord. Pray for them. Pray for tender hearts. Pray for opportunities and trust in God’s perfect timing.

Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5:15-16

Another Gospel-2

In the spring of 1988 I moved from Indiana to Florida with our two young daughters to meet up with my husband who had moved there a few months ahead of us. I was a little anxious about moving away from everything that was familiar to me. Actually, I really didn’t want to move, but I’d prayed about it and was trusting in God that it’d all work out. We were pretty excited to move into an “almost” new home in Brandon, Florida, a suburb near Tampa. We leased it with an option to buy.


One of the first things I wanted to do was to find a new church. So I prayed and asked God to help us and I mapped out a list of nearby churches. I narrowed the search down to either Baptist, Methodist or possibly an independent denomination. I chose Baptist because I’d been enjoying listening to some Baptist preachers on the radio for the previous couple of years, and Methodist because I’d been a member of the same Methodist church ever since I was a little girl. Some of my favorite memories there go as far back to when I was a little child in vacation bible school, a preteen singing in the youth choir, and a teenager in the youth group. It was there that I first trusted in Christ at age 12.


So, as soon as we got settled in our new home, I got the girls ready every Sunday, and we’d go visit a new church. It wasn’t long before the girls were complaining and I was also getting tired of visiting so many different churches. Something was wrong. None of the messages seemed convicting. None of people seemed seemed very friendly. None of the churches felt like “our new church.” It was discouraging.


Then one day I opened the door to two young men who wanted to talk to me about God. So, I welcomed them inside and we talked. I don’t remember all what we talked about that day, but I do remember thinking how nice they were to go out to talk to people in person. They spoke of Jesus, high family values and good clean living. I was impressed! They gave me a paperback copy of one of their books and I accepted their invitation to come visit their church.


So the next Sunday we went to their church. The first thing I noticed was that there wasn’t a cross anywhere, inside or out. They didn’t have a pastor, but instead, they had a few members who stood up to speak. When they spoke it seemed more like a business meeting than church. Then they held communion and used water instead of grape juice. I began to question myself in my mind, “What kind of church is this?” Everyone was so nice, but I walked out of that church confused. These people were probably some of the sweetest people you’d ever want to meet, but this church, who used the name of Jesus Christ in their name, and who spoke of Jesus, was not like any church I was used to.


The following week, the two young men came back to visit and ….


I asked why they used another book besides the Bible and they said it was because they believed that the two books were better than one and that they complimented each other. They said, “Are not two witnesses better than one?”


I asked why they didn’t have a cross on the church. They explained that crosses on the top of churches were just lightning rods. So then I asked why there wasn’t a cross on the inside and they said there was one inside but I must not have seen it. Then they questioned why would churches want to put crosses up everywhere when dying on the cross was such a horrendous way to die.


I asked why they used water instead of grape juice for communion and they said that water was a better representation of Christ because of its clarity and purity. They questioned why anyone would want to drink “blood.”


I also asked why they didn’t have a pastor and was told it was because they believed that it’s wrong to pay someone to talk about Christ. They said that pastors who accept money for preaching are “apostates” or people who have left the faith.


With each of their answers I became increasingly uncomfortable, especially when they referred to their other books.  They basically had an answer for everything and even some biblical references but I really wasn’t seeing the connection. I felt their explanations were wrong but I lacked the biblical knowledge to be able to reference chapter and verse to debate them. At the same time I was confused because they claimed to be Christians and they were so incredibly nice.


I told them of my own salvation experience as a 12 year old, my drifting away from God in my teens and early twenties, and then my conviction of sin in my mid twenties one night after watching Billy Graham on TV. Then, they questioned who Billy Graham was, and I thought, what kind of Christian doesn’t know who Billy Graham is? I escorted them to the door and decided it was time to pay a visit to the local Christian book store to find out a little more about this church.


I found a book titled, The God Makers, and began reading it on a Saturday afternoon. I stayed up almost all night reading the entire 600+ page book. It was more than just enlightening; it was shocking. How could I have been so naive? How did I not know that they had a false gospel and that they worship another Jesus, not the Jesus of the Bible? Keeping in mind the World Wide Web and Google were yet to be invented in 1988, but still, how did I not know?


After only a few hours of sleep, I woke up late and thought if I hurried I could go to the closest Baptist church to our house, right around the corner. I had previously dismissed visiting this church because the building was so old and small. It was nearly time for church to start when I turned into the tree lined driveway next to that old tiny wood framed church. I was totally surprised to then see a huge new church building further back on their property surrounded by trees. That old tiny church out front was just a memorial of their original church building!


I rushed in just in time for the service to start. The church was packed, The songs were spirit filled. The people had their bibles, pens and paper in hand to take notes as the pastor spoke. His message that day was on the grace of God. Everything the pastor said was so true, so convicting and spoke directly to my heart. He quoted bible verse after bible verse on the grace of God. Everything made perfect sense. I went forward at the end of the service. I was both moved by the pastor’s sermon and upset with myself for having such a precious gift of salvation and somehow not knowing enough not to go to that other church. And all the while, this church was the closest church to me! How ironic? Well actually, how providential!


Soon after, I joined that church and was baptized by immersion. I got involved in bible study, children’s church, the bus ministry, and eventually helping with the visitation ministry – the very thing that I admired in those two young men. Except, when given the opportunity, I told people…..


…..that the Bible alone is God’s word and it sufficient and sovereign. No one should add or take away from it, and…..


….. that the cross is the symbol of our Christian faith and that it is nothing to be ashamed of or be hidden from view because it was on the cross that Jesus died in our place, for our sins, and….


….. that the shed blood of Christ is precious to us because it provided a way of salvation to all who believe in Jesus. Grape juice has long been used for Christian communion of the Lord’s Supper as a symbol of His sacrifice and the new Covenant.


God answered my prayer about finding a new church in a way that I never expected. I got so much more than just a new church home. I learned some things that I don’t think I’ll ever forget.


First of all, although my heart may have been in the right place, my motive was wrong. I was praying and looking for a new church but I was putting too much emphasis on finding a “church” and not enough on growing my personal relationship with Him. God, by His grace, moved me 1000 miles away from home, to grow me in my faith and in my relationship with Him. I was perfectly happy at my old church but I really wasn’t growing in Christ there, or at least not in the way that God was wanting me to grow. He used this experience to teach me that although He loves the church, it’s our personal relationship with Him that is most important. Our relationship with Him should always be growing, and if it’s not, we should pray about it and do whatever is necessary to get our focus on Him and His will for our lives.


Secondly, I believe God allowed this experience so that I’d be able to warn others about false gospels. The church I went to, if you haven’t guessed by now, was a Mormon church, also known as The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or LDS. After what I learned about them, those initials might as well stand for Lucifer, devil, and Satan. Did you know that their founder, Joseph Smith, claimed that Jesus was the spirit brother of Lucifer? Did you know that Joseph Smith believed that you can become a god and that God started out as a man? Interestingly, the LDS church has kept pretty busy over the years rewriting Joseph Smith’s books. Joseph Smith claimed to have written the most perfect book in the world, The Book of Mormon, but that book, as well as other LDS books, The Pearl of Great Price and The Doctrine and Covenants, have been edited and changed numerous times over the years by the LDS church. And these are the books they hold in higher esteem than the Bible?! By the way, I threw my paperback copy of The Book of Mormon in the trash soon after reading “The God Makers.”


Of course, false religion is not limited to the Mormon’s. I write about them here because of my own personal experience, but the fact is, false religions and false gospels are everywhere. A simple Google search today will give you lots of links, but the problem with web searches is that some of the links have questionable sources. Actually, the best way to recognize that which is false, is to know that which is true. So my best advice is this: know Jesus and know His Word; trust in Him alone and in His Word alone. That’s it, plain and simple. That’s the best protection against false religions and those who preach “another gospel.”


So whatever your situation and whatever your prayer, and whether He moves you a thousand miles away or he keeps you right where you are, I pray he answers your prayer in a most unexpected and wonderful way like He did mine.


Not that there is another one, but there are some who trouble you and want to distort the gospel of Christ. But even if we or an angel from heaven should preach to you a gospel contrary to the one we preached to you, let him be accursed. Galatians 1:7-8