Owe nothing but love

Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law. Romans 13:8 KJV

Is it a good thing that the Good Book says to owe no man any thing, except your love?

It is if you are inclined to love.  If you seek out love and you’re willing to impart it to others, then a commandment to love one another comes as an easy guideline to follow.  If, however, you’re one taken to pride, or loving yourself more than others, or being miserly with your material belongs, you will find a commandment to love others a heavy burden…maybe too heavy to bear.

Oh, Christian, I hope you are among the former and not the later with regards to this command to love.   

Love works no ill to his neighbor… (vs 10).

The Bible is full of hints on how to love, how to encourage, and how to effectively display love in a community setting.  Life gives us plenty of opportunities to practice love too…to show love, share love, and embrace the love that comes back to us from others.  While some folks might be hesitant to love without restraint, others have this amazing capacity for love that baffles the mind, almost.  Would that we all spent more time praying for that love gift—for the Bible says love covers over a multitude of sins, and who wouldn’t profit from having their sins covered over more often?

This morning, would you be willing to pray for God to make you a more loving person?

Would you be willing to take a chance on love once more?

Would you be willing to put yourself in a position where others could depend on your love to be gentle with their hearts?

If you would, God can use you in mighty ways: exciting, wonderful, compassionate, and mighty ways!  It all begins with intentional living.  Today, let’s love on one another and see what happens.

By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you love one another. -Jesus

Who do you find it hard to love?  What is your love language?

Bible Sass


I’ve shared this in the past, but again, I love reading The Message translation of the Bible for my quiet time with God.  It has a sort of sass to it that I like.  Is that wrong for me to admit? Well, I’ll admit it anyway.  I love the “realness” that comes off this translation of God’s Holy Word. Like the passage, for instance:

Remind the people to [be]…always ready to lend a helping hand. No insults, no fights. God’s people should be bighearted and courteous.  It wasn’t so long ago that we ourselves were stupid and stubborn, dupes of sin, ordered every which way by our glands, going around with a chip on our shoulder, hated and hating back. But when God, our kind and loving Savior God, stepped in, he saved us from all that. It was all his doing; we had nothing to do with it. He gave us a good bath, and we came out of it new people, washed inside and out by the Holy Spirit. Our Savior Jesus poured out new life so generously. God’s gift has restored our relationship with him and given us back our lives. And there’s more life to come—an eternity of life! You can count on this.  Titus 3:1-7 MSG

Where else can you hear the term “dupes of sin?”  Come on, that alone is worth the read!

We are presented with countless chances each day to help one another in the faith, aren’t we?  Endless opportunities to show love and loyalty…and we get to choose whether we’ll respond in words or deed–hopefully, both!

One is moving and asks for a helping hand.

Another is sick and in need of assistance to feed a growing brood of kids.

Yet another wants to build a new habit that will produce increased spiritual awareness. They are looking for a study buddy to go through the Scriptures with them, and help them better understand the story God shares with humanity in the Bible.

In all these ways and countless others, we are encouraged by the Spirit to build a substantial and sustaining community with one another until Jesus returns.

Building community means everything to Jesus!

As God points out those Saints and sinners in need of help in your circle of influence today, would you consider what you could do to make their lives easier?

Many hands make light work, and hands that are motivated by God’s Spirit cause blessings to flow.  Today, let’s pray, considering what we can do to make another’s day easier.

Together we get better, and better, and better at meeting the call to minister through service.

Hallelujah, Praise God—May His house be a busy one, as we are about His work! 

When have you needed help and found believers willing?  Who do you know that could use a helping hand today?


I loved you, Samuel!

Today I pulled another tab from my Bible reading jar, cuz yeah, I was ready to explore once more.


Before I scamper off to read about the early church though, I wanted to write a little about what I learned while reading my way through 1 Samuel.

As you may know, 1 Samuel records Samuel’s life and the times of Saul and David that butt up against the Prophets story.  Murder, intrigue, spiritual death, physical death, the death of a king, the anointing of another, and exciting times throughout, that’s what I found in 1 Samuel.


Obeying God, especially when it isn’t easy, is totally the way to go. So. Many. Blessings.

Not obeying God is a bad, bad thing and results in striking consequences.

Being humble means a lot to Papa.

Being proud may satisfy the flesh, but it doesn’t prove all that helpful in finding God.

God speaks a word to us when we obey and do what he says…no matter what.

God remains silent once He has established that we wouldn’t obey, even if he did tell us what to do.

Living in caves and hideouts—not that bad when a blood-thirsty king is hunting you down.

Giants don’t get to say who will win the day—God does!

One smooth stone in the hand of an expert is enough.

Women of honor are honored, and given riches, and crowns, and love, and a place in God’s story.

Even rabble-rousers and riff raff come in handy when you’re building an army.

Playing the harp can be a manly pursuit.  Yes, it can!!!

God tells a compelling story; one we miss out on when we don’t read the Bible regularly.

All hope depends on God, who uses lil guys and misfits every step of the way to victory.

Having a seer nearby helps, a lot.

Hiding from God won’t work. He sees us, even behind the baggage carts of life.

There were not Motel 6s in the ancient Arabah.

Sometimes the victory shout IS: Kill ‘em all!  We hear that often on basketball courts these days, don’t we?

The hand that rocks the cradle really does rule the world.

Prayer Changes Things!

Ancient mysticism fascinates me. I wonder how/why it works.

Kings should avoid witches at all costs.

Falling on your sword isn’t always noble.

Old Testament teaching isn’t for everyone, or so I hear, but I absolutely love it.  I love the simplicity of the OT. I love the fervor. I love the commitment to righteousness, and the stories that speak to the failings of those who try to skirt God’s commands.  I love the grace I see. I love the retribution that is fair, and just, and metered out by a Holy God, so we don’t have to wonder if it’s fair or not.

I love that the majority of what I find in the OT is unveiled and easy to understand. Who among us doesn’t understand betrayal, or the vulnerability of sinful men, or the blood lust and fear that accompanies war?  I get it.  I see it happening all over the globe today. I can look at what happens in 1 Samuel and compare it to my world and say with confidence that people don’t change without God’s intervention in their lives. They just don’t.


It’s all there in the Bible, but to get it you have to read both the Old Testament, and the New Testament.  They are both important for understanding who our God really is—who we are vowing allegiance to–and how He expects us to behave.

I loved reading 1 Samuel, but I must say I’m also ready to dive into Romans.  The early church. The struggles, and the blessings. The foundation and the continuing, never ending story of faith, forgiveness, and beginning again.  The picture of divine justice, set alongside the obvious failings of men is also fascinating to me.  Paul, in all his glory.  I love him, even as I despise him.  Intrigue, fighting, victory, defeats…  I can’t wait!  This is going to be sooooo good.

What book of the Bible is your favorite?  What did you recently learn from reading it, that you did not know before?




Disobedience & Disappointment

Then God spoke to Samuel: “I’m sorry I ever made Saul king. He’s turned his back on me. He refuses to do what I tell him.”  1 Samuel 15:10-11

Could there be any sadder words than those spoken by God shortly after having Saul anointed king?  Read the prayer prompt for this morning once again, slowly.  Can you hear the disappointment in God’s voice?  Can you tell how heartsick He is that the one he chose to favor above all the Hebrew nation turned out to be a betrayer?

Are we refusing to do what God tells us to do?

Sometimes we wander through this adventure we’re having with God with little conscious care for the things that matter to Him: Time with us. Intimacy with Him. A love that is proven through obedience. We miss out on divine blessings because of our careless attitudes, and we get God miffed when we “forget” what he told us to do, or worse yet, outright refuse.

1 Samuel 15, reminds us how angry the king’s response to God made the Prophet.  The Bible says Samuel prayed his anger and disappointment all through the night, before going to hunt the king down (vs 11-12 MSG).

Yikes!  I can’t imagine how those prayers must have energized Samuel’s resolve.  How they must have fueled every word he spoke later, when he finally caught up with the king and rebuked him publicly.  I hope I’m never the focus of those kinds of prayers, and I hope you never are either.

Today as we spend some time with God, let’s reaffirm to Him our willingness to do what he asks us to do. Easy, hard, or seemingly impossible, it doesn’t matter.  Where God’s finger points, his hand always makes a way! We have no excuses.  We can obey him! All we need to do it is a little bit of prayer to embolden us and a heart ready to faithfully serve.  Today, let’s exercise both.

When have you been disappointed by a good friend? When have you disobeyed God?

Friday Fiction

The following is a bit of fiction I wrote after my quiet time with God today. I hope you enjoy it!  Lori


Saul, the Anointed

“Come out from behind there!” Samuel demanded, when he found Sal hiding behind a tall stack of boxes along the corridor wall.  “I have a job for a solider, not a wimp, and you are going to do it!” Sal’s shoulders slumped as he found his way out from behind the wooden crates tied with twine.

“I have other things to do today,” he said.  “Important duties father has assigned me, starting with finding those donkeys that ran off last night.  There is no end to their shenanigans, and if this is anything like last time it will take me all day to track them down. Last time, they were five miles west of here, near the olive grove where the sweet grass grows.”

“You will find them, and you will do what I ask you to do!” Samuel said.

“And what is that?” Sal asked.

“Come here!”  Samuel drew a vial out of his pocket as the young man approached.  It contained sacred oils mixed with spices; a concoction God had dictated to his memory months before.  The oil had an aroma to it that was different from anything Samuel had smelled before.  Musky.  Strong.  Unnatural, like a fire blazing without a flame.

“As you look for the missing donkeys, I want you to also keep a look-out for some strangers headed your way.  You’ll know them when they give you that look good friends exchange, but you will never have met the two before. Listen intently to what they say. They are prophets.  When you arrive at the Oak of Tabor (your next stop after meeting them), you’ll come upon three more men that were previously unknown to you: one man with three goats, one with three sacks of bread, and one with a jug of wine.  They’ll offer you the bread. Take it.”

“I’d rather have the wine,” Sal joked.

“Take the bread, and travel on to Gibeah of God, where there is a Philistine garrison…”

“Whoa!  Wait just a minute.  You want me to invade enemy territory?  Yeah, I’m not doing that.  No way!” Sal was adamant.

“Do as I tell you, son,” Samuel said.  “Only what I tell you, just as I tell you; nothing more and nothing less, hear me?”

Samuel whispered imperceptibly, “Lord, why? The details of the job are lost on him!”

As Samuel vented his frustrations to the Lord, the dust from the desert floor began to slowly twirl. It quickened as Samuel continued with his holy directives.  Brown flecks landed on the cheeks of the immature Sal, darkening his already dark countenance and causing him to use the back of his hand to wipe the grim away from his sweaty brow.  The leaves of the trees nearby turned up, revealing dry veins to a cloudless sky overhead.  A storm was brewing.

Samuel fingered the flask he carried.  The oil was turning hot within it.  He let go of it, returning it to the pouch he’d taken it from moments before.  Something inside him stirred.  He knew this prompting. The Lord was about to perform a miracle. He steadied himself…grabbed the now scalding flask, and at the same time grabbed hold of Sal’s vest, pulling him close with a quick jerk of the fabric.  He heard it tear.

“Get your hands off me, old man!” Sal shoved him, as he breathed fire at the prophet.  Any fear of the man he’d once had was now gone.   “Who do you think you are?  I’m not someone to be man-handled, even by you.”

They were the first strong words Samuel had ever heard come from the mouth of the otherwise sheepish man.

“Kish is my father!” Sal thundered.  “I am of the tribe of Benjamin.  I do not bend to the wishes of others, nor do I bow to insanity.  I am Saul, of Kish, now get your hands off me!”

Samuel smiled.

At last, something to be proud of stood before him.  Sal was tall, handsome even, but until now, nothing to crow about.  Now, the spirit of a lion was awakened, and Samuel’s response to it was to let go of the man, raise his hands to the heavens, and cry out to God in a loud voice, “Praise You, O Holy One, for I have seen the wisdom of your actions at last.  Finally, the lion roars. Finally, the son of Kish, of the tribe of Benjamin, shakes his mane and extends his claws.  Praise You, God, for commanding this display, this day. Praise You, O Holy Lord!”

Sal had no idea what it all meant, what on earth was going on, or why the Prophet was on his face before God, praising Him as he swallowed mouths full of camel droppings.  The whirlwind swirled. Faster and faster it twirled. Encircling the prophet and Sal, the dirt wall created an impenetrable fortress between them and the mass of men looking on from the outside.  Everyone saw it, yet no one approached them, for they knew instinctively that they couldn’t smash through it if they’d tried.  No one tried.

“Most Holy Lord,” Samuel repeated, once, twice, three times, as the flask burned red-hot at his thigh.  Finally, he lifted it from its hiding place in his tunic. He popped the cork that held the perfumed substance inside.

“What are you doing?” Sal asked, his voice audibly shaking.  He was too frightened to notice the sanctuary God had created for this anointing.  Too caught up in confusion to discern that the Lord had surround he and the Prophet from any human contact by piling up layer after layer of earth around them.  It swirled madly around them, sealing them in until the anointing was complete.

Samuel ordered Sal to kneel. He did as he was told.  Bending in reverence and true fear, Sal made his burly body as small as he could possibly make it.  Tiny as he was, Samuel appeared to have grown ten feet tall. His divinely appointed task was nearly done.

The old prophet reached out a weathered hand, gripping tightly at once to both the sacred cocktail and the thatch of inky hair that covered Sal’s head.  With godly precision, he poured…droplets first, then rivers of oil; over the man’s scalp, between the tendrils of sour hair, and onto the lion’s mane. It dripped off the edges of Sal’s jaw and onto his manly chest below.

A roar exploded across the valley floor.  It was the sound of divine purpose, bursting forth from a mingling of prophet and promise.  As one, the men signaled to the heavens the sealing of a covenant the young man had no vision for, nor power to refuse.  God had spoken, and as the bizarre faded away and the dust of protective walls fell from around them, a king was confirmed.

Samuel would continue God’s instruction to the new royal, but not before the anointed one had fallen to his knees and cried out the words: Save me!

Did he know what was yet to be, or was he merely expressing age-old assent to a previously inspired and agreed upon contract between Israel and her God?  Samuel couldn’t be sure. What he did know, however, is that nothing in Israel would ever again be the same, and for that he both rejoiced and grieved.

the cure for PES

Have you ever experienced preemptive sorrow?

I’m talking about that phenomenon that occurs when our emotions get ahead of our reality. Preemptive sorrow engages when we think something painful is coming, but has not happened yet.  In a state of preemptive sorrow, our emotions begin to shift before the sad, painful, or heart-wrenching event takes place. We rationalize feeling the way we do about PES by assuring ourselves that the “bad” is coming, it will devastate us, and we need to prepare now for that which will surely overtake us.

Not all people suffer from bouts of preemptive sorrow. Some experience their sadness at the appropriate time.  Worriers, however, always want to be ahead of the curve…be ready…make sure they are prepared for the next shoe to drop.

One of my favorite lines from the famous novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, comes from the mouth of Atticus Finch, who counsels his children, “It ain’t time to worry yet.  I’ll let you know when.”   Oh, that those who preemptively worry could latch onto the substance of Atticus Finch!  Personally, I think someone in the throws of PES or preemptive anxiety had to have written that line. Who else could have so clearly capsulized what goes on in the head of someone acting before its time?

Jesus said the remedy for preemptive sorrow was focusing on God, and not our circumstances.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him and he will direct your path.  Proverbs 3:5-6

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me… Psalm 23:4

…do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it.  For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. Luke 12:29-31

When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. Psalm 56:3

Do you tend to be a worrier?  When have you found worry an inadequate method for calming your mind under stress?






Things I wish I could say and have people really, truly listen

I wish I could reach out and grab every over-indulging drinker, smoker, sugar-addict, and drug user in their infancy and say…

“Don’t Do It!  Don’t make yourself a slave to these things.  Don’t waste your life, and don’t waste your money.  Too quickly casual use turns to addictive dependency.  These, these are the things you don’t NEED.  Not now, anyway, but that could change in a flash…in the blink of an eye. Quickly, what we thought we could control becomes our master.  We never think it will…we never plan for it to happen. We never wake up one morning and think ‘Gee, I would love to be out of control, illegally linked to criminals, and ready to flush my life away or exchange it for a fix!’ We don’t know ahead of time who will be addicted by these substances and/or behaviors, and who won’t.  Don’t start down that road. Please, think again.”

Have you ever struggled with addiction?  Do you love someone who has?

It was a Nasty, Smelly, Rotten habit

 My dear children, let’s not just talk about love; let’s practice real love. This is the only way we’ll know we’re living truly, living in God’s reality. It’s also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it. For God is greater than our worried hearts and knows more about us than we do ourselves. 3: 18-20

I was blown away when I read the verses shown above in my quiet time today.  It was as if God had one hand on my left shoulder and was peering over my right shoulder in a backward embrace as I read.  A fatherly hug!

It felt like His Spirit was running his holy finger across the page of the Bible, emphasizing each word as he underscored them for my psyche on the page.  Man, oh man, does Papa God know what I need.

“It’s also the way to shut down debilitating self-criticism, even when there is something to it (1 John 3:19).” 


I’m not sure whether I’ve shared this with my readers here before, but I’m someone who’s indulged in self-loathing a time or two…or a lot!  In the past, when I made a mistake, it became in my mind the worst mistake that anyone of my station had ever made, ever.  It totally defined me and made me miserable.

I practiced this overwhelming degree of self-criticism to such an extent that it became an addiction for me.  A nasty, dark, dank, and debilitating addiction, dripping with self-hatred and loathing, and destroying any joy I might have otherwise experienced in this world.

In those days when I was practicing my addicition, I held myself to an unattainable standard, while I made succeeding in life all about me: How much energy I had on a particular day, how much power to negate what I’d done wrong,  and how much of a force field I had humming around me to protect me from myself.  It was awful.

Sometimes there was “something to it,” this need to criticize that I felt I deserved. But there was never a legitimate reason for me treating myself the way I did.

I had no grace for Lori, and today I find that sad.

If you have not been someone prone to self-recrimination, you have no idea what I dealt with on a daily basis with this habit of mine. The fear. The anticipation associated with “screw ups” of the past, and the dread  that they might happen again…the deeply held belief that I would do it again, and that while I might be able to muster forgiveness for others who did likewise, there would be none for me.


I don’t struggle with an addiction to self-criticism anymore.  Today, I have a normal amount of distaste for the mistakes and missteps I make in life. Today, I forgive myself much sooner, love myself through Christ to a deeper degree, and expect only a usual amount of accountability and skilled performance when going about my duties for my Lord.  I’m only human.

Being human, I can’t expect to be perfect.  The belief that I can be is a lie, and not only a lie, but worse than a lie.

I have learned that striving to be perfect is akin to commissioning the carving of a false idol and positioning it in the middle of my backyard.  This beautiful statue would tower over the rest of the garden there, fill the center of it completely and draw the attention of everyone who saw it to its gracefully poised impeccability.

The problem with that plan would be two-fold. 1.  The statue would distract everyone, including me especially, from the marvel of nature that abounds because of God’s touch in our world, and 2. It would stink to high heaven!  Worse than any manure pile you’re ever smelled on a hot July day.  It would have to stink, because it would be a monument to evil.  The nastiest, rottenest, most sensual and beautiful piece of wickedness ever carved by human hands.  That is what perfection is to me now, and what I think of when I remember what I did with God’s beautiful and imperfect being: me.


In writing this post, I want to share with my readers my new understanding that self-loathing is just another way for satan to trip us up, keep us from God, and ruin all the beauty He intended for us to enjoy in this life.  The enemy’s lies never lead to joy, but steadily send us in the other direction, until at last we are sitting on a dung pile and hating ourselves with every fiber of our being.

If you have struggled for some time with the idea of perfection and wanting to be its poster child, you know what I mean.  As I’m writing this post, God is reminding me of what Joshua said to the tribes a short time before he left them for that better land God promises all those who truly trust in him.

“…if you refuse to serve the LORD, then choose today whom you will serve. Would you prefer the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates? Or will it be the gods of the Amorites in whose land you now live? But as for me and my family, we will serve the LORD.”  Joshua 24:15

I’m not longer bowing to perfectionism in my life.  I know the perfect One, and he isn’t me.  Come, Lord Jesus, and help me see you more clearly. Come, Lord Jesus, and help me surrender more fully to You!

Are you someone who has expected perfection from yourself, and been unsatisfied with anything less?  Has this kind of practice made your life harder than it needed to be?


Hornets: Gift or Plague?

hornet nest

“The citizens of Jericho fought against you, as did also the Amorites, Perizzites, Canaanites, Hittites, Girgashites, Hivites and Jebusites, but I gave them into your hands.  I sent the hornet ahead of you, which drove them out before you—also the two Amorite kings. You did not do it with your own sword and bow.  So I gave you a land on which you did not toil and cities you did not build; and you live in them and eat from vineyards and olive groves that you did not plant.”  Joshua 24:11-13

How many of you love hornets, let see a show of hands?

I thought so.  Hornets are the worst!

Every spring they begin again making their papery nests behind our window shutters and under our front porch. Every year we spray to kill as many as we can, and every year they begin again…building, building, building.

As much as they are a nuisance to me and mine, hornets provide a valuable service to God.  They pollinate his gardens, become food sources for his birds (I hear Magpies love them!), and in some cases hornets have been used of God to route armies and ensure victory for his kids.

Hornets serve as valuable tools in the hand of our mighty God!

As I pen this devotional, I’m aware that some of you you might have a few hornets buzzing around your heads.  I say that tongue in cheek, because I’m not really writing about hornets here, but metaphorical hornets; those difficult people in your life that seem to serve no purpose but to plague you.

It might be tempting to think, “If only that one could be removed from my life, everything would be fine.  Oh, how I wish God would take him/her away; far, far away.”

I’ve been there, and I know your pain, but here’s the thing: That hard to handle hornet in your life is there for a reason.  God knows they plague you, and He knows you wish them gone, but he has a purpose for them in your life today.

Today, let’s try to see the hornets in our lives a little differently.

Let’s practice forgiveness.

Let’s thank God for them despite the sting they often inflict, and let’s ask Him to bless them abundantly today.

If we can do that, JUST THAT, even as they continue to cause us pain, we will have achieved something wonderful in our attempts to be more like Jesus.

Our Lord, when crucified said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do (Luke 23:34).”  Your hornets don’t know either. If they did, they wouldn’t make life miserable for the Lord’s anointed.

Today, let’s pray good things for our enemies, for in so doing, we become more exact images of the Lord who blessed us when we, ourselves, were hornets.

 What do you find the hardest part of forgiving?  When have you acted the hornet in someone else’s life?


20 ways I could be more like Jesus

This is how we know we are in him: Whoever claims to live in him must live as Jesus did.  1 John 2:5b-6

Having recently finished up the book of Joshua for my Bible reading and devotional times, I went back to my prayer jar and pulled another tab.  1 John!  I’m excited, and I’m already learning from this teeny, tiny epistle.  Before I share with you my impressions from 1 John, though, I want to briefly comment on Joshua.

Can I say I love the book of Joshua? I do!  There is so much goodness I have gleaned from the story of Moses’ No. 1 right hand guy taking over the leadership of the Hebrew people after his death.  I love, too, that the book begins with a warning to be strong and not fearful, and to take off your shoes, for where you stand is holy ground. When I’m in the Word, I’m treading on holy ground. It was nice to be reminded of that.  It was also nice to be reminded how God worked through Joshua to confront sin, both personally and in his family of origin.  Joshua was one of two guys who believed God as he scoped out the land beyond the Jordan. There were 12 in all, but only Joshua and Caleb came back with confidence in their stride and speech, believing victory could be claimed in God’s Name.  I loved that Caleb is still alive and full of vim and vigor when the land gets divided up among the tribes, finally.  He’s 85 at that point and a self-proclaimed he-man ready to clear the land and defend her against all invaders, foreign or domestic.  What a guy. Shows you what good (God) living can do for a fellar.  Yay, Caleb.

Speaking of what a good living can do for you, I’ll switch over to 1 John and write a lil bit about the challenge I found there.

Whoever claims to live in him [God] must live as Jesus did (1 John 2:6).

Reading that statement in Scripture made me think.  How did Jesus live, and how would my life need to change in order to better reflect how he lived?  Here is the short list of what I came up with after thinking on it for a few minutes. I’d love to hear your thoughts or suggestions.

If I were to live more like Jesus, I’d have to…

Eat more fish.

Walk more.

Socialize with others more.

Worship more frequently.

Be quiet before God more often.

Always believe.

Forgive, forgive, forgive, holding nothing back.

Embrace controversy.

Be fearless.

Surrender to God more fully.

Give sin no wiggle room in my life.

Listen and obey.

Love on little kids more.

Make time for what matters.

Feed the hungry.

Cloth the needy.

Visit prisoners.

Make life personal.

When hurt, refuse to show it.

Accept what comes, with contentment and grace.

Honestly speaking, I’d have to change a lot about my current way of relating to this world to be more like Jesus.  My two biggest hurdles would be accepting what comes with contentment and grace, and visiting prisoners more. I don’t think I’ve done the former often enough, and I’ve never done the later.

What would you add to the Live-More-Like-Jesus Checklist above?  Where are you excelling in this discipline, and where are you falling flat on your face, and/or need to improve?