An Appetite for Righteousness

An Appetite for Righteousness by Karen Jurgens

First published on Heart”wings” Blog.

Have you ever thought of sin as having an appetite? Even in Genesis, God appeals to Cain: “If you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it” ~ Genesis 4:7.

What’s your weakness? Mine involves food and always has. Once I get the taste for sweets, I find that I can’t stop my cravings for them. On the other hand, when I fast sweets, I find that a mere taste of sugar repulses my taste buds. Now I cultivate my appetite for healthy foods so I don’t fall back into those bad habits. Just as sin places an appetite in us to do wrong, so God gives us an appetite for righteousness. Look at these scriptures:

“O taste and see that the Lord is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!” ~ Psalms 34:8.

“How sweet are Your words to my taste! Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” ~ Psalms 119:103.

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be satisfied” ~ Matthew 5:6.

“The Lord will not allow the righteous to hunger, But He will reject the craving of the wicked” ~ Proverbs 10:3.

“Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied” ~ Luke 6:21.

Appetite for Righteousness

“Jesus said to them, ‘I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst” ~ John 6:35.

“Why do you spend money for what is not bread, And your wages for what does not satisfy? Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, And delight yourself in abundance” ~Isaiah 55:2.

“Like newborn babies, long for the pure milk of the word, so that by it you may grow in respect to salvation” ~ 1 Peter 2:2.

“But I would feed you with the finest of the wheat, And with honey from the rock I would satisfy you” ~ Psalms 81:16.

Where do we begin? Proverbs 9:10 sets our feet on the first step of our journey:

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, And the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.”

Did you know that wisdom seeks us out?

“Wisdom has built her house, She has hewn out her seven pillars; She has prepared her food, she has mixed her wine; She has also set her table; She has sent out her maidens, she calls from the tops of the heights of the city; ‘Whoever is naïve, let him turn in here!’ To him who lacks understanding she says, ‘Come, eat of my food And drink of the wine I have mixed. Forsake your folly and live, And proceed in the way of understanding’” ~ Proverbs 9:1-6

An Appetite for Righteousness by Karen Jurgens

Today you’re invited to the Lord’s table. Fill yourself up with His word. Drink of His water that never runs dry.

“And the Lord will continually guide you, And satisfy your desire in scorched places, And give strength to your bones; And you will be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail” ~ Isaiah 58:11.

Dear Lord, You tell us in Matthew 4:4, “Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.” May You give each of us today an appetite that drives us to satisfy our hunger and thirst for Your righteousness. In Jesus’s name, Amen.

~ All scripture is from the New American Standard Version.

Final Grains of Sand

First published in 2015, I want to again share my thoughts with you this Father’s Day. Wishing everyone a blessed day of celebration or blessed memories of  your father.
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During my regular run in a nearby park, I slowed to a walk in the midst of the growing afternoon heat, mopping away the perspiration dripping down my face. Close behind me, a father and his little girl held hands as they went along. Proximity provided me an ear to their conversation.

“I love you, Daddy, on Father’s Day.” Her excited voice bubbled up to him.

“I love you, sweetheart, every day!” His tone promised forever, unconditional love.

The exchange was precious, and a smile spread across my face, reminding me of my own father. The only thing I have of him now are my sweet memories since he went to heaven twenty years ago. How I yearn to have him on earth again, to walk hand in hand, and tell him that I love him. Even though that’s not possible, I still have the rich legacy he left behind.

Growing up, he shared his love of baseball with me. In summer, he taught me how to play softball by practicing batting and playing catch in the backyard after dinner. He took my mother and me to practically every Reds game, beginning at the old Crosley Field and continuing years later in Riverfront Stadium. We had great seats in the section where visiting VIPs would watch Opening Day, the Playoffs or the World Series, and I have lots of famous signatures on my scorecard books tucked away for permanent safe-keeping.

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Although I still have his valuable collection of autographed baseballs and bats, my most precious possession is my memory of sitting next to him at the games, sharing a bag of fresh roasted peanuts, and asking all those annoying questions–whether foul tips count as balls or strikes, and who the players were—all which he patiently answered. Whether quoting RBI or home run averages, he lit up and was at his happiest when discussing the sport he loved most.IMG_1824IMG_1480

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Around the house, cutting the grass was one of his favorite jobs. Anyone who knew him would remember that because his lawn was always perfect. When I was a kid, our lawn’s size was an acre, and I used to sit on the front steps for hours and watch him mow. After he finished, we would sit together for a while and admire the fruit of his labor. Afterward, he would invite me to go with him to a nearby fast food restaurant, Henry’s, for a celebratory orange soda. Each week during grass season we followed the same routine, and that memory of sharing those times with him is still a comfort today.

Skelton_dood_it_1942My dad was also a big tease with a great sense of humor. I can remember his laughter at comedy shows back in the ‘60’s like Red Skelton, Lucille Ball, and Carol Burnette. But he also played jokes on his own family. When I was about five or so, he convinced me that if I could sprinkle salt on a bunny’s tail, then I could catch it. That entire summer I ran around the backyard with a salt shaker, but never could catch a single rabbit. I didn’t learn the truth until school began that fall. I thought that he must have had a good laugh watching me zigzag around the lawn with that salt shaker as he encouraged me to keep trying.

He also passed on important lessons of character through his own example for which I am eternally grateful. I learned about developing a good work ethic as I witnessed him work tirelessly as he provided well for his family. He is a true example of how to attain the American Dream.

He taught me to be honest and never lie (the few times I tried, I always got caught).

I learned to be obedient to his rules and respectful to others in authority (he only had to take me over his knee once, never twice).

He always instructed me, “If you can’t say something good about someone, don’t say anything at all.” (I’m always working on that one.)

His example of keeping everything clean, neat, and in its place made a huge impression on me. Order and peace reigned in our home and, to this day, is an important priority.

IMG_1829 (2)Most of all, his love of Jesus Christ and public profession of his Christian faith spoke volumes to me, teaching me to always be an active church member, study the Word of God, and tithe the first ten percent of my income to the church. His courage and fearlessness to stand up and speak up for what’s right have been my bedrock over the years. Even though he is not physically here, the Christian convictions that he modeled live within me as a rich heritage.

In November, 1994, a time arrived when he could no longer play his role as protector, and our roles reversed. On a day when he had routine prostate surgery, the doctor gave my mother the bad news. She wrote a note on the back of a dry cleaning receipt she found in her purse and handed it to me when I walked into his hospital recovery room. It’s bladder cancer. The doctor says it’s hopeless. At that point, my mother and I became his caregivers until his death on June 13, 1995—just a few days shy of Father’s Day.

Amid the sadness of that time, two specific occasions are picture-framed in my memory’s gallery. The first was after he was diagnosed with cancer and my mother had just told him the bad news. I entered their bedroom where he was standing and hugged him, saying, “I love you, Daddy.” We both shed tears. The last grains of sand in his life’s hourglass were swiftly slipping away.

The second was after he had been admitted to a nursing care facility for Hospice patients. His memory would come and go as he slipped into dementia, due to big doses of experimental chemo. One afternoon when he was lucid, I was guiding his wheelchair through the outdoor gardens where we stopped to admire the beautiful flowers. I took that opportunity to thank him for being such a wonderful father and told him how much I loved and appreciated him. That was one of the final days that he recognized me, and I am eternally thankful to God that I was given a window to tell him one last time. Such a priceless gift.

So, as I look into the sky this Father’s Day, I breathe out these words toward heaven. “I love you, Daddy. On Father’s Day and every day.

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Pentecost Sunday

Pentecost Sunday by Karen Jurgens

On the fiftieth day after Jesus’s resurrection, the Holy Spirit descended on those gathered in the Upper Room in Jerusalem, as Messiah promised. Here’s the story from the Scriptures: