Skip to main content

Reflection Corner: Jump in the Pool!

  “Joseph! Jump in the pool! The water isn’t cold!”, I yelled at my brother.  When we would go camping as kids, the pool was the main event at any campground we resided at.  We nestled our fifth wheel into a shaded oak spot.  As soon as the RV was settled and organized, my brother and I would throw on our bathing suits.  It’s as if we used magic to put them on…poof!  We were ready to become scuba divers in the Caribbean.  We’d run to the crystal blue pool as towels flew behind us like Superman and Supergirl capes.  I was always the first to jump in the pool.  I would touch the water with my foot a couple times.  I’d skim the water with my hand.  Then…splash!  I became a mermaid with an iridescent pink tail.  I’d put my goggles on and dive under the water to explore Atlantis.  Like me, my brother would touch the water to see if the temperature was to his liking.  He was timid and did not jump with faith.  He would pace back and forth over the hot concrete.  After about fifteen minutes he would finally perform the renowned canon ball jump.  We both giggled, swam like fish, and enjoyed the coolness of the water.  We were fully in, body and swimming soul.
He went into all the country around the Jordan, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.  As it is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet:
“A voice of one calling in the wilderness,
‘Prepare the way for the Lord,
    make straight paths for him.
Every valley shall be filled in,
    every mountain and hill made low.
The crooked roads shall become straight,
    the rough ways smooth.
And all people will see God’s salvation.’” – Luke 3:3-6

Like the refreshing pool, are you fully immersed in God’s commands?  Do you listen like the sheep who follows his master?  Trot over the repentance pasture into the salvation corral.  Does God fully fill your heart or just twenty five percent?  As Pastor Troy said in his message, “You cannot believe in God, but…”  There is no “butting” unless you’re a goat and not a snow-white sheep.  A goat head butts with stubbornness.  Are you all in with God or head butting against His will?  Be fully committed to your shepherd.  Trail behind his everlasting life staff.  Trot on saintly sheep to Christ-like clovers that appetize royally.

Jump in the pool!  Do not tiptoe around on the calloused concrete.  The flesh is hardened and weak.  It does not leap with faith into God’s arms.  The flesh touches the water and says, “I’m not getting all in!”  The flesh looks upon others, full of joy and peace as they dive into the water.  It sits on the bench with death.  Foolish flesh dips its finger in the water once more.  He says with an adamant mind, “I’m not getting all in!”  Die to yourself.  Refuse the pigheadedness of fleshly desires.  Die to the mulish heart that is twenty five percent mammon.  It’s high tide within the pool of spiritual prosperity.  Surf into glory, go all in and leave worldly lusts behind.  Surf the peak wave and feel the fiery zeal for God. 

I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. – Galatians 2:20

Plunge into a baptismal of grace.  Submerge yourself under the water of mercy.  You’ll have amity, a sound mind, stillness, and clarity.  You cannot serve two masters.  You can either sit on the solid sinner’s concrete or canon ball into harmonious waters.  Repent and fill your heart vat with one hundred percent God.  John the Baptist prepared the way for Jesus’ baptism.  Prepare your heart, rid yourself of baggage and beach towels and jump in the infinity pool!  Go all in with God and to heaven you will trod. 

No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one and love the other; or else he will hold to the one and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon. – Matthew

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I'm turning 30! Dad, I need you.

  As I sit here by myself, with the electric fireplace glowing in the background, I think, “I can’t believe I’m going to be thirty next month.”   March 16 th to be exact .   I’m going to be a thirty year old woman like the woman acting in the Hallmark movie I’m watching.   A new adventure awaits me as I stand atop the thirty year old mountain.   As I overlook the adventurous summit, there is a pinnacle peak missing, my dad.   I will be traveling emerald roads and picking fresh flowers without his guidance.   What would he think of me now?   Would he be proud of the woman I’m becoming?   What godly words would he have spoken at this time in my life? My twenties stampeded by like a band of Mustangs over the plains of Montana.   I remember turning twenty-one two seconds ago and taking a picture with my dad.   Snap!   Click!   Memory day branded.   That was the last year I would see my dad in pictures. ...

I Once Knew a Man

August 11th, 2008 will mark the 7th year anniversary of my dad's passing.  The journey of grief has taken my family and I to many places, through the shadowy woods trying to tread towards the light and standing in the sunshine with God's warmth upon us.  June 2013 was the year that my mom and I left our home in Michigan to be with my brother in Louisiana, who was pursuing a career in the oil field.  We needed a fresh start, a new beginning, a start of a peaceful chapter.  Michigan held many rooftop stamps (my dad owned his own roofing business) and camping "memory days".  Sweet memories bloomed everywhere, amongst the country and in the suburbs.  God decided that He wanted us to move to Houma, Louisiana, Cajun country, to build a new life.  My dad was an original Southern man, born and raised in Central Louisiana, a little town called Beaver (nope, don't even look on a map, because you won't find it).  Even though, I left my home in Michig...

Tap, Tap, Tap...Faith upon my Lap

  This is a memory I’ve never blogged about. I love blogging because, I can write about feelings, love, faith, and somehow, lengthen my dad’s legacy. An imprint was left on my soul that spans the meadows of Cades Cove, which was my dad’s favorite vacation spot. On my heart, he tied a forever memory knot. . His faith also traversed the mountains of the misty Smokies. My dad’s surmountable trust in God bequeathed throughout “heartlands”. . One evening, gentle faithfulness nested in our townhome. My dad was in the end stages of his earthly life and was preparing his soul to go heavenly home. Even though, my dad wasn’t fully coherent due to morphine, he still comprehended God’s love. He still understood ounces of hope. I opened the creased pages of his coffee stained Bible. The word of God was torn and disheveled from years of usage. This was a Bible of a man after God’s own heart. . I opened to Hebrews… . Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about w...