You’ve Got Mail (a)

Do This First…

Before you read this chapter, I have a task for you. At the top of this page, list the top ten things Jesus Christ has given you. Just take one minute to write the very first things that come to your mind. Please do not read any further until you have this list completed.

My middle child shipped out to be a Marine Corps officer at the ripe young age of 27. He arrived at Quantico Base on a Friday at which point he and the other officer candidates handed over all electronics…all of them. They knew this was coming. They were warned prior to arrival that for three weeks they would have no contact with the outside world except through letters delivered the old fashioned way via the USPS. 

I don’t think my son has been without access to a cell phone and/or email since before the turn of the century. And I would imagine some of the younger Marine officer candidates couldn’t even remember a time when they were without electronic connections. Had they ever written a letter with paper and ink, placed it in an envelope with mailing and return address, plunked a stamp on it, and then walked it to the mailbox? Probably not, but on their second day, each officer candidate was given paper, pen, and envelopes and told to write home. 

Our son wrote to his wife, his parents, his siblings, and his grandparents in that order. He was a good boy! Now, we couldn’t write back until we got these letters telling us his exact address, and for some reason, it took seven days for any of us to get his letters. Then it took five days for him to get ours. By this point, it’s been almost two weeks since he has had any communication with family. Mail call was so hard when there were no letters for him. 

In today’s texting world, two weeks seemed like a lifetime to our son and his morale slipped into a pretty deep cavern. He had no outside world contact…none. His whole world was his rack mates and the officers shaping him into a Marine!

Eventually, he received all our letters, usually in bunches. His wife wrote every day since he left and was just waiting for his first letter. He shared with us how he clung to every word of every letter when her stack was placed in his hands. I can only imagine the salve her words provided. He would write back as he could (2:00AM by flashlight), but now that we had the exact address, we made sure he had a letter from one of us every day. He had little time to read them so we kept them short.

After those first three weeks, he got his cell phone back and during liberty, he could make calls. A friend let him borrow his laptop and he Skyped his wife. (That sounds bad, but it wasn’t…trust me!) He was worn…dejected…exhausted and wasn’t sure he could make it. But after talking with his wife for many hours and to us for not quite that long, he decided to do one more week. It was a critical week. Again, he would be without any direct communication with those he cared about. His only connection would be through handwritten letters. We wrote furiously and prayed a lot!

Our letters kept going out, often two or three a day. We wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we knew he could do it, that God would provide, and that we loved him so much! The next call came the following weekend. It wasn’t the same man on the other end of the line. He was still exhausted and still trying to catch up all the time, but he was hopeful and determined to finish out the ten weeks. After we hung up, I cried because he said, “If it wasn’t for everyone’s letters, I know I would have requested to be sent back home.”

Our son did graduate and was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps! He attended Basic School where he said, “They try to kill us every day” and he wasn’t talking about the enemy. Then he attended Infantry Officer Training School and one long year later, he was shipped to his first assignment.

All of this to prepare him to be a leader in combat against some of the worst enemies the United States has ever faced. He was and is ready to serve his God, his fellow man, and his country. A few short letters, written by hand and with a lot of love, were all that stood between wearing the classic dress blues or going home in khakis and a polo shirt.

Discussion

Have you physically written a letter in the past week, the past month, the past year? Here is a challenge. Write a physical letter on an actual sheet of paper or stationary or a card to someone in your circle of influence. Put it in an envelope, write the address of the person whom you wrote to on the envelop with your return address and put a stamp on the letter. Then Mail It! You will be amazed the encouragement your recipient of the written letter will receive and just how blessed you will both feel!

Chapter Two:You’ve Got Mail

You’ve Got Mail: Defined

A new commandment I GIVE TO YOU, that you love one another, even as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another. 

John 13:34-35

Give – didōmi (verb) (G1325)

  1. to give
  2. to give something to someone
    1. of one’s own accord to give one something, to his advantage
      1. to bestow a gift
    1. to grant, give to one asking, let have
    1. to supply, furnish, necessary things
    1. to give over, deliver
      1. to reach out, extend, present
      1. of a writing
      1. to give over to one’s care, entrust, commit
        1. something to be administered
        1. to give or commit to someone something to be religiously observed
    1. to give what is due or obligatory, to pay: wages or reward
    1. to furnish, endue

Seeking Abigail-Scene One

Seeking Abigail

Scene One

Acts 9:36

Now in Joppa there was a disciple named Tabitha (which translated in Greek is called Dorcas); this woman was abounding with deeds of kindness and charity which she continually did. 

Chloe scanned the town square. 

Abigail shifted the load in her arms. “Can you see Tabitha?”

“No.” Chloe stood on tiptoe. “Are you sure she is well enough to come?”

“She told me to meet her here.” Abigail also stood on her tiptoes, hoping to get a better view of the square. “I brought the cloth she asked for.”

A boy darting through baskets and carts tripped over a wayward chicken, knocking Abigail and her load to the rain-drenched ground. 

“Now look what you have done.” The fallen woman scowled at the boy, then at the retreating chick and then back at the boy. “Tabitha will never be able to use this cloth now.”

Chloe reached out a helping hand and pulled her friend to her feet. “Seth.” She turned her attention to the boy. “You know better than to run through the square.” Chloe pulled him up too.

Seth kept his head down. “Yes, but…”

“No buts. Look what you have done.” Chloe swept her arms over the scene. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I am sorry.” The boy shuffled his dusty feet. “But I must deliver a message.”

Abigail knelt down and examined the ruined cloth more closely. “What possible message is worth this?” She held up a muddy, frayed piece of what was once a beautiful amber cloth. “Father is going to be furious.”

“It is alright Abigail.” Chloe helped retrieve the ruined pieces. “Seth will return with you and explain to your father what happened.”

The boy cleared his throat. “I will be glad to explain my clumsiness, but first I must find Samuel and Jacob.” He turned to leave.

“Oh no you do not young man.” Chloe grabbed the boy. “You must go with Abigail now.” 

The younger woman stuffed smaller pieces of cloth onto one larger one, pulled the four corners up, and tied a knot. “I am not facing my father alone.”

“You will have to.” A deep voice broke through the swelling crowd. “Seth, continue on your errand.” A strong hand gently pulled the boy from Chloe’s grasp.    

She looked up. “Judah?” Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “This must be made right.”

“And it will.” Judah shooed the boy off. 

Seth darted quickly back into the throng of shoppers.

Abigail teetered to a standing position, knocking the bundle over. Its contents spilled out.

“Curse the gods!” She glared at the older cousin facing her. “Look what you made me do.”

Judah stepped between her and the bundle.

“What are you doing, Judah?” She tried to push him aside. “The longer they stay in the mud the harder it will be to restore them.”

“It does not matter.” Judah held his ground.

“Of course it matters.” Chloe tried to intercede. “Tabitha needs new cloth.”

“No she does not.” Judah blocked Chloe’s path to the bundle as well.

“Yes she does.” Abigail stood with hands on hips. “She told me that she was nearly out of material with more and more orders coming in. That is why Father sent me…”

“Stop, Abigail!” Judah grabbed his cousin’s hand when she reached again for the bundle. He pulled her back to face him. “She does not need any more cloth.” He looked directly into her eyes.

“You stop.” She began to cry.

Chloe stepped alongside her young friend. “What is it Judah? What has happened?” Something in Judah’s face frightened her.

Judah cleared his throat and released his cousin. “Tabitha is dead.” He wiped at a tear. “Seth was sent by the family to find Samuel and Jacob. We have word Peter the Apostle is nearby in Lydda. Perhaps he will come and…”

 “And what?” Abigail took a step back. “Raise her from the dead?” The shrill in her voice betrayed her sarcasm. She used her tunic to wipe any remaining tears.

“If Jehovah wills it.” Chloe reached out her hand.

Abigail stepped out of reach and scooted around her cousin.    

“Remember the reports we heard from Jerusalem.” Judah softened his voice. “The blind see and spirits are cast out.”

“Will these delusions help me explain all this to my father?” She grabbed her cloth bundle and hurried off. 

Chloe watched her new friend struggle through the crowded market. She knew the greed of the girl’s father and the skepticism that permeated their entire household. How could she share her new-found faith when her own heart was breaking over the death of her dearest friend?

The Value of One (b)

Tabitha, also known as Dorcas, is one of the first women mentioned by name in the book of Acts. Certainly, the miracle performed by Peter in raising her from the dead is a main reason why Luke, the physician, shares this story. And the subsequent “many believed in the Lord” is the eternal purpose God had in mind. But let’s not miss the intimacy revealed here. This woman made a huge impact, not with the masses, but with a few widows in her home town of Joppa. I’m sure several people died that day, but Peter was sought for Tabitha.

I don’t know about you, but I often find myself floundering in my walk and service to the Lord because it all just seems so overwhelming. Billions are still considered unreached with the Gospel of Jesus. Millions are starving and dying of preventable diseases. Hundreds of thousands have no clean drinking water. Tens of thousands of believers have no written Word of God. Thousands of children are sold into prostitution every year. I don’t even know where to begin.

Tabitha sets the example for me…for us. Begin with one!

She was one woman using her talent to make one garment at a time for one widow at a time. I’m sure her work was flawless and quite beautiful, but it wasn’t the end product that brought these women together weeping in mourning. It was the woman who died that brought them to that upper room. Tabitha filled a hole in the lives of these dear ladies and now they were empty again. In short, they missed her. What a woman she must have been! Even Peter, the preacher to the masses, was impressed.

Now, you know as well as I do that we women are a fickle, gossiping bunch of hens most of the time. We stab each other in the back while planting kisses on each other’s cheeks. Then we share, in the form of prayer requests of course, all the secrets we secured while doing lunch. 

I don’t know that these women were any different. I am sure at times they were at odds with one another, but Tabitha brought out the best in them. Because of her influence, they put their sharpened knives away, stowed away all known secrets, and wept openly for their friend.       

I wonder, will I be missed? I’m not looking for compliments here nor am I cradling a morbid obsession about my impending death. (All death is impending by the way. See Hebrews 9:27.) It is an honest question I have to ask myself. When God takes me home, will I be missed? Will anyone feel empty? Will they care? Will there be a hole in the life of any one another that I once filled?

If an honest answer to these questions is no, then I must face the fact that the blame falls squarely with me. I can’t blame the absence of impact on anyone else but myself. Neither can you. We should be able to name women we have influenced and made a difference in their lives. We should be able to make a list of women who have touched us so deeply that when God takes them home, the hole they filled will be empty again and we will mourn. We will miss them. 

Please don’t brush this off. Our modern western society is “masses” oriented and it has taken a toll on individuals. I heard one preacher say that 70% of all Americans have felt acute loneliness at some time in their life. 70%! 

There are 2,167 books dealing with loneliness on Amazon.com. They are not all Christian, but some are. The majority of them do attempt to shed some light on this growing problem and provide solutions for the devastating results of isolation (depression, drug and alcohol addiction, and suicide, to name a few).

All of us are lonely once in a while, and God tells to be alone with Him, but for many of us, isolation from meaningful human interaction is the norm of daily living. We may work for large corporations and attend church. We may even have big families and the appearance of many friends. But for whatever reasons, real or imagined, we have continual and overwhelming feelings of loneliness and isolation. Within the body of Christ, this extreme is unacceptable.

As one anothers, we do not have to, nor should we, live isolated and lonely lives. There is much work to be done and since God has not removed us from this earth, He must have some meaningful work and purpose for us to complete. There are valuable one anothers within our reach that need us and we need them. We should not ignore the pleas of the masses, but we should meet the needs one priceless individual at a time. When we do, Christ is glorified, we all are valued, and no one is isolated and weighed down with loneliness. 

But, let’s be honest. We all put up walls in various shapes and sizes. Relationships are time consuming and scary. You know it’s true. We will have less time for ourselves and we may get hurt, deeply, but we must begin extending invitations to other women within our reach. However, we must not limit God in thinking they all have to look like us, talk like us, and act like us. The very one who is most not like us may be the one who will miss us the most. And we may surprise ourselves that we will miss her too.

If you are a one another who is able to answer yes to the question if you will be missed, I challenge you to broaden your circle as God enables. Seek our Father’s face and see the one anothers within your reach who need a helping hand and willing heart to fill a hole. Don’t try to be all to all. You aren’t the Holy Spirit. You can’t force someone to feel loved and valued. What you can do is include her in your circle and love her as Jesus loves her. Then, simply, let God

Discussion

Read Acts 9:36-43. List the traits that characterized the believers described in these verses.

What are some possible impacts we as sisters in Christ can have in today’s culture if we emulated these traits in our daily living?

The Value of One (a)

The Book of Acts provides us with multiple lessons in one another living. The church was young and growing miraculously since the historical day at Pentecost. Thousands believed. Many were healed. Some died for His name’s sake and some died for forsaking His name. 

As the fledgling church expanded throughout Judea, growing pains challenged from within and persecution threatened from without. During this time, the newborn church did not have any new inspired writings being shared between churches. The letters we have today written by Peter, Paul, and others had yet to be penned and delivered throughout the region. These newest of new believers had only just begun to be organized and most of that was in Jerusalem. The surrounding towns and villages depended on word of mouth testimony about this new Way. 

There was no precedent to follow, no written instructions or answers to the myriad of questions that swirled throughout this new family of God. These new believers desperately needed each other. Often it really was a matter of life or death.

The ever expanding body of Christ took the world by storm because of their unyielding faith in their Savior, the power given by the Holy Spirit, and by their love for one another. Their acts of service to one another demonstrated radical living. Their sacrifices of resources for those in need toppled cultural barriers, and the persecution they endured together, even to death, declared the gospel in living color. 

There weren’t any weekend Bible conferences or tract distribution programs. There were no five-piece bands, smoke machines, or giant inflatables. All they had were love distribution lifestyles, selfless standards of living, and love-filled one another relationships. One has to ask the question: do our modern programs and devices really work better than the love displayed by the early church?

It is true Peter did many miracles and Paul was turning out to be one amazing preacher, but without the love shared between these early disciples, all that would have been like noisy gongs and clanging cymbals. Between the hypocrisy of their religious leaders and the tyranny of their Roman oppressors, these early disciples didn’t need any more pious noise or tyrannical clanging. What they did need was profoundly changed lives demonstrating a radical new life of loving in Christ. And that is what they got. 

Today, we are amazed when we read about the 3000 converted at Pentecost. And we sit in awe as our pastor tells the story of Peter’s second sermon when 5000 men plus women and children were saved. But let’s not forget: things weren’t perfect even from the start. A complaint arose from the Hellenistic Jews against the native Hebrews. Their widows were being overlooked in the daily serving of food (Acts 6:1b). This was not an intentional neglect; it was simply an oversight on the part of the Apostles as they tried to keep up with the Holy Spirit and the daily growth spurts in the body of Christ. So, Stephen and six others were chosen to lead in the practical administration of physical needs while the Apostles kept focused on prayer and studying the Word (Old Testament).

Praise God this type of multiplication, man trying to keep up with the Holy Spirit, is still happening all around the world in our generation. Underground churches in Asia and the Middle East continue to expand and they plead for us to send Bibles so they may learn together in their huddled corners. This is hardly the norm in western churches where the emphasis is sometimes misplaced on hot coffee, fresh donuts, and comfortable seats. In general, western churches relegate meeting the bulk of human needs within their local body to government agencies and private non-profit organizations.

 As a whole, we have willingly, over many decades, relinquished taking care of one another to our local, state, and federal governments. After all, isn’t that what we pay taxes for? I believe part of this shift is due to the massive government intrusion on private citizens just trying to help each other out. Local churches fear lawsuits and even prosecution. Add on the cost of meeting the volumes of government regulations, and the idea of feeding the poor goes out the proverbial red tape window. 

Unfortunately, these agencies are not allowed to do anything in Jesus’ name, let alone share His gospel message (if they even had an inclination to do so). Religious service groups cannot speak of Jesus if they take any government funding. They can mention God as long as they don’t try to proselytize anyone. And to make matters worse, our taxes also pay for many services that are in direct opposition to God. How far we have come from the days of the newborn Church!

But praise God! There are faint stirrings throughout our country to take back our early church roots. Congregations large and small are simplifying their lives. They are downsizing their homes and moving from isolated suburbia to neighborhoods that need them. They are selling or giving away their excess and using these resources to meet each other’s needs. They are taking care of the widows and adopting the orphans. They are meeting needs among their own and reaching out to those around them. As pilgrims in a foreign land, we are slowly remembering the value of one.

Discussion

What can you do today in your local church or community to walk alongside another person in a tangible and meaningful way?

The Value of One-Defined

A new commandment I give to you that you love ONE ANOTHER, even as I have loved you, that you also love ONE ANOTHER. By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for ONE ANOTHER. 

John 13:34-35

One Another – allēlōn (reciprocal plural pronoun)  (G240)

One: another, reciprocally, mutually

Webster’s Definitions

One: being a single unit or thing, being one in particular, being the same in kind or quality.

Another: different or distinct from the one first considered, some other, being one more in addition to one or more of the same kind.