Thursday, September 19, 2013

Loneliness

Several years ago my mom and I visited a facility that housed elderly residents.  I remember the smells, the lonely looks in the eyes of those with nothing to do, sitting in wheel chairs parked along the side of hallways.  A few reached out a feeble hand as if to ask for help or to feel someone's touch.  Most of them looked at us with dull eyes that spoke of resignation and hopelessness—and utter loneliness. 

There are also lots of people walking the streets, in the workplace, sitting in our churches, shopping in grocery stores, or sitting around a family table who feel the painful devastation of loneliness.  Sometimes those who seem to be the “life of the party” in a crowd or who are the “social butterfly,” are the loneliest of all when they slip between the sheets at night.  Alone, and forgotten.

Lucy struggles with loneliness.  She and her husband live in a gorgeous home, and as the CEO of his own company he makes a great income. Work keeps him occupied seven days a week while Lucy tries to fill her lonely days with shopping, watching TV, or sometimes going out with friends or to a Bible study.  When she comes home from church, she eats alone either at home or in a restaurant because Brandon is engrossed in his work or busy watching television. 

Paula’s husband comes home from work, eats dinner then flops in his easy chair where he falls asleep watching TV.  She and Rob don’t really have any friends, and they never go out.  So she tries to find solace in reading myriads of books and taking online courses to pass the lonely evening hours.  Her heart feels withered and dry from the barren, heart-wrenching loneliness she feels.  Day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year passes with no change. 

Gary feels lonely when his wife, Susan, expects him to get his own dinner, then chooses to spend evenings at the computer or go out bowling with her friends instead of taking some time to sit with him while he watches a football game or TV show he likes.  He feels lonely when she criticizes and disrespects him, especially in front of others.

Dan says ever since the baby came, Nancy has no time for him.  She’s always giving attention to the baby, and expects him to do his share of feeding, diapering and laundry as well, which he is glad to do.  But Nancy seems to only be tuned to the baby’s needs and forgets about his need for companionship and romance.  Dan feels lonely.

Children can be lonely too.  How many kids feel rejected and unloved, unnoticed by their parents?  Could it be that the bullies in our schools are products of homes where they are unnoticed, unappreciated, and taken for granted?  If they feel isolated and not socially connected in school, kids tend to drop out of school.  Too often they begin a life of delinquency and other antisocial behavior.  Could it be that these are the children who grow up to become a burden to society and our already burgeoning prisons? 

As I watched the heart-breaking news of the shootings at the Navy Yard in D.C. this week, I had to wonder what kind of home life Aaron Alexis had as a child.  Did he have a father who engaged him in healthy dialogue, affirmed him as a person and showed him unconditional love?  What kind of mother did he have?  Did he feel valued by his parents? Was he taught that God loved him and had a good plan for his life because of Jesus?

Mother Teresa is quoted as saying, “Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.”  She spent her life rescuing unwanted children from the streets of Calcutta.

I remember reading about a horrible social experiment years ago (I think it was in Russia) where some orphaned babies were put in a group and only fed and changed; there was to be no social interaction, no eye contact or physical touch beyond absolute necessity whatsoever from the caregiver.  The babies were in excellent health, but over half had died before six months lapsed.  When the baby’s attempts to gain eye contact and response from the caregiver by its verbal gurgles and coos failed, all movement ceased.  When the baby was unable to gain any empathy, he gave up and died.  My heart feels sick when I recall this terrible tragedy. 

I’ve read somewhere that even babies in the womb who are unwanted during pregnancy are affected by the thoughts of the mother, and may experience depression, loneliness, or other maladjustment's later on in life.  There are plenty of websites with information that confirm what I read.  Positive thoughts (and words) may be the most important health tip for any expectant mother.

Indeed, the feeling of being unwanted has to be the most terrible emotional and mental poverty that leaves the wounded looking for love in all the wrong places.  Family relationships that are broken and dysfunctional leave children feeling abandoned and empty because they feel “invisible” and unloved.        

Sometimes children go through periods of loneliness when they feel they have no one to play with and feel excluded from others, especially if the family moves to a new area and school district.  Or they may feel lonely when they lose a pet or special possession, and most definitely when they lose a friend, parent or grandparent. 

It’s imperative that we parents keep open hearts, eyes, and ears to the facial expressions, words and behavior of our children.  Don’t let the pressures of life make you see your children as a bother rather than a blessing.  Your child will surely pick up on your attitude, and he will feel distanced from you.  How can he feel free to talk to you if he feels he’s just in your way and you have no time for him? You may provide the best clothes, food, and shelter money can buy, but if your child doesn’t feel valued or cherished, it means little to him.  What he wants and needs are understanding and acceptance, a loving touch and words spoken with kindness and reassurance that help him flourish.  

We all have a fundamental need for friends, close relationships and inclusion in a group.  Without that need filled, people can fall apart mentally and physically.  I love the Father’s heart shown in Psalm 68:5-6: “A father to the fatherless, defender of widows is God in His holy dwelling.  God sets the lonely in families; He leads forth the prisoners with singing…”

People are the most valuable and important thing on this earth.  If you sense someone is withdrawn or lonely, have the love and courage to ask them if they’re okay.  Look to the interests of others and bear their burdens.  Scriptures I think of are Galatians 6:2, “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ,” and Philippians 2:4, “Each of you should look not only to your own interests but also to the interests of others.”  Someone needs to care!  You never know what a phone call, a kind smile, a cheerful conversation, or a light touch on an arm or shoulder can do for someone.

God doesn’t want anyone to feel lonely, desolate, or aching inside.  Jesus died and rose from death as us, taking our place. “He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our guilt and iniquities; the chastisement needful to obtain peace and well-being for us was upon Him, and with the stripes that wounded Him we are healed and made whole.” (Isaiah 53:5, Amplified Bible)

Jesus is our best Friend Who sticks closer than a brother.  And we need to be “Jesus with skin on” to others, too.

God bless you with good friends, dear Reader!



Copyright © 2013 Elaine Beachy


                      


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Little Foxes


A Simply Said wall application above the door to our bedroom


Divorce is devastating to adults, but especially so to children.  It brings intense feelings of anger, rejection, resentment, retaliation, hopelessness, guilt and shame.  The wounds are very deep, devastating and difficult to heal.  Two people who were joined together at the deepest soul level are being torn apart, and the pieces are not pretty. 

Little foxes spoil the vine, as King Solomon said in Song of Solomon 2:15.  Divorce doesn’t just happen overnight.  It begins little by little.  In the case of infidelity, the offender begins to have thoughts he / she should not heed.  Infidelity so often begins with pornography seen on the internet or in magazines, or an inappropriate interaction with a co-worker.  Repeated thoughts turn into actions, and repeated actions turn into the fruit of adultery and usually, divorce.  

To safeguard your marriage, never go to bed with resentment in your heart toward your spouse.  This is done by humbling yourself before the Lord and saying in your heart to Him, “I take authority over this resentful thought in Jesus’ Name; it will have no power over me or my marriage.  I choose to forgive my husband / wife, and I bless him / her in Jesus’ name.”  Allow it no place in your mind, for, as surely as you’re reading my words, it will grow rapidly into a weed that can choke the good will right out of your marriage.

Then, if necessary, talk to your spouse about what they said or did and how that made you feel.  Don’t say things like, “You always…,” or “You never…”  That drives the wedge in deeper and Satan cheers.  Instead, tell your spouse, “What you said / did makes me feel....”  You fill in the blank: angry, disappointed, sad, afraid, unloved, disrespected, etc.  If your mate has any empathy at all, the gap can be bridged and peace made by verbal apology, assurances, a hug and kiss, etc.

Keep control of your mind, your thinking process.  Refuse to allow your mind to fantasize about a relationship with another person.  Kill it at the root immediately.

Don’t let your imagination run wild or allow the devil’s lies to blow things out of proportion.  Be rational and willing to listen to your mate's feelings and point of view. 

Don’t give the devil materials to construct a wall of division while you sleep.  Remember the devil hates you and your spouse; he hates godly marriage, and seeks to destroy it wherever and whenever he can.  He is relentless.  You must also be relentless in refusing to allow even the teeniest offense to build a stronghold in your mind.  Forgive, and be forgiven; don’t be too proud to say “I’m sorry.”  Run those little foxes off; don't allow them to hang around "just a little longer."  Don't nurse a grudge -- ever.  It may seem tiny, but it is a deadly seed.  

So often in an argument, nobody wants to be the first one to apologize, because you believe the other person is clearly in the wrong.  The silent treatment and turning backs to one another is another maneuver the devil applauds.  But a heart touched by the Spirit of God will be one of humility and wisdom.  “The wisdom that is from above is first of all pure, then peaceable, gentle; willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality and without hypocrisy.  Now the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace.”  James 3:17-18 (NKJ)

Sometimes one might think, "Why is it always me having to give in first?  Why can't she/he humble themselves first?"  I believe in a comment I heard once: "The one who is the most mature spiritually goes first."  How's that for competition?

I'm not saying one should be a door mat for the other one to always step on.  Far from it.  Part of a good marriage is confronting behavior that makes one feel like a door mat and talking about it.

No one said having a good marriage is easy; it requires a lot of dying to self in both husband and wife, and having an ultimate allegiance to their marriage vows said before God and other witnesses.  It requires living to please the Lord rather than oneself.

“The Pharisees also came to Him, testing Him, and saying to Him, ‘Is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife for just any reason?’  And He answered and said to them, Have you not read that He who made them at the beginning made them male and female, and said, ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh?’  So then, they are no longer two but one flesh.  Therefore what God has joined together, let no man separate.”  (Matthew 19:4-6, NKJ)

God bless you, dear reader!

Copyright © 2013 Elaine Beachy






Monday, September 9, 2013

The Car Wash

I rummaged through my wallet to see if I had a coupon for half off at Embassy Car Wash.  The place sure was busy this morning.  Giving up, I pulled out my credit card as my thoughts went to the packing I still had to do for our weekend trip to Pennsylvania.

As I waited in line I overheard a conversation between the cashier and a woman in front of the customer ahead of me.  I wondered why she was there; she just stood there talking to the cashier.  

The slender woman I’ll call Patricia was neatly dressed with her blonde hair tightly slicked back and neatly tucked into a pony tail, and her jeans and top were clean.  Her eyes were a dull pale blue.   

Cashier to Patricia:  “You look sad today.”

Patricia: “I'm depressed.  I have depression.  All I want to do is sit around the house and cry.  When my kids ask me what’s wrong, I tell them something sad on TV made me cry.”

Patricia talked fast like she had been holding that bit of information in for a long time.

Cashier, with sympathy:  “I have a friend who is depressed too.”

Patricia:  “I'm so tired.  I have such horrible nightmares -- I’m afraid to go to sleep; so I force myself to stay awake until one o’clock in the morning.  I just don’t want to go to sleep.  I’ve taken Prozac for seven years, but I’ve been off it for over a month now because I can’t afford the twenty dollars per month for the medication.  My husband works for eight dollars an hour and now they took away our medical insurance.  I’ve looked and looked for a job, but there’s nothing out there.”

Cashier: “I know what you mean.  My boyfriend lost his insurance too, and he’s looking for a better job.”

Patricia sighed, put an elbow on the counter, and was quiet.  She propped her head on her hand, and looked out the window of the car wash to the workers busily wiping down cars.

As the cashier rang me up, my mind went back to the time in my life when I suffered severe anxiety-based depression.  As I signed my credit card slip, I noticed her tennis shoes had seen better days.  I could tell she was trying hard to keep herself together.

Cashier: “Ain’t it the truth! When you wanna work, there’s nothin’ out there that pays enough to live off of; and for those who don’t wanna work, they get welfare checks, can sit home all day, watch TV and make real good money.”

I wondered if the cashier heard the same news report I’d heard that said welfare recipients can make anywhere from thirty thousand to fifty thousand and even more (in Hawaii) on welfare. 

Patricia placed her elbows on the counter, crossed her arms, then put her head down on her arms. 

Before I could think twice, I found myself opening my wallet to see how much cash I had.  I pulled out thirty dollars, and moved toward her, getting her attention before pressing the money into her right hand.

A shocked look spread across her face. “Oh my gosh!” Patricia exclaimed.

I told her God loves her, sees and cares about her and her family.  Would she allow me to pray for her in Jesus’ Name?  She said “yes,” and quickly bowed her head in that public place as people walked around us.  I leaned in close to her, and she gripped my hand like a person grasping a life line.

I commanded those nightmares to stop, in Jesus’ Name. I blessed her with good health and asked the Lord to bring a better-paying job for her husband and meet all their needs.  I spoke peace into her life and called her my friend as I lifted her up to the Lord.  I was conscious of the presence of the Holy Spirit on me as I looked to Him to work in this woman’s life.

She was in no hurry to let go of my hand.  I told her I had suffered with severe anxiety-based depression in 2004-2005 and had been on a medication for a year and three months.  So I understood about clinical depression, and told her I believed she’d be okay just like I’m now totally okay. 

My next action could be considered risky, but I reached into my purse, pulled out my business card case and handed her a contact card, saying, “If you ever need to talk…”  I gave her a smile and reassuring pat on the back, and made my exit.

Cars had to drive around my waiting vehicle, but I didn’t care.  Kingdom business takes precedence over everything else – even at a car wash! 

My 67th birthday was indeed blessed and off to a great start!



Copyright © 2013 Elaine Beachy

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Happy Box

In a drawer in the nightstand beside my bed, I keep a Happy Box.  Let me explain.

It’s my pretty purple box where I keep things that mean a lot to me, that make me feel happy.  So if I ever have a day when I feel down, I can take the box out of the drawer and see things that cheer and encourage me. 

My granddaughter Alissa plays a game she calls “What’s in my bag?”  She takes one thing out at a time and plops it on the table in front of her.  It’s amazing what she can stash in a Batman shoulder bag!

I’m going to play “What’s in my Happy Box” and see what I can find.  Not that I’m sad, mind you; no, I’m quite happy and feel like doing something fun.  I haven’t looked through it for a number of years.  Here goes.  Hmm…



- A card from Alissa and Nicole in August 2013 thanking Grandpa and Grandma for their birthday gifts, and a P.S. on the card from 16-year-old Alissa—You’re super cool.

- A thank-you note from granddaughter Noelle for us helping her become Little Miss People’s Choice in a beauty pageant in Front Royal.

- A number of cards and e-mails from my friends Dodie, Kathy, Sahar, Connie, Patty and my prayer partner Jane commenting on our friendship and what I mean to them

- A short but very timely letter of a year ago when I needed encouragement about my writing: “Dear Elaine, thanks for the book.  You did a marvelous job!  I don’t know if you are aware that I edit, design, proof and occasionally ghost-write books.  And I have reviewed some disastrous attempts at producing a children’s book.  You’ve done it just right.  The story line is age-appropriate.  The message is clean without being overwhelming.  I like the other “learning” bits about cows, snails, peepers, etc.  And I thoroughly enjoyed David Miles’ illustrations.  Obviously God (Who never wastes resources) put together a great team to get the message out in this excellent fashion.  Thanks again – Elsie  P.S.  This is a standing order for the next book!”

- Christmas cards from our children

- A pink paper tissue flower made and given me by granddaughter Nicole

- Two personal thank-you notes from my MD, once for the homemade butter horn rolls and once for the loaf of homemade bread I gave him and his wife

- A cassette tape with a short prophecy on it for me and my husband from Al Fury, dated 8/26/03.  It was taped just for us as Al Fury spoke a word from God over us at a meeting held by the Life Church in a hotel ballroom.  This precious, encouraging recording brought me through some extremely dark days.  Thank you, Jesus, for words of prophecy from You!

- A ½ inch darling “Tynies” jade birdie with orange feet and bill from my daughter Deb who loves tiny things.  So sweet!

- A friendly Easter card from our neighbors Mark and Christine: “It’s nice living next door to someone who likes Easter too.”

- Notes sprawled in “little girl printing” from my granddaughters; Valentines and drawings from my grandkids; they bring tears to my eyes because they convey such love and innocence.

- A small 2-inch clay white birthday cake with blue trim and pink and lavender roses; when the button is pushed underneath, it plays “Happy Birthday” several times over as six colored lights flash.  What a sweet reminder of Cheryl Meynig’s friendship before she moved to Texas.  Love it! 

- A blue-ink message written on a white restaurant napkin from my mother when we were out and about on our weekly Tuesday “Mom Day” a number of years ago.  It reads, “I’m so glad you have daddy’s beautiful blue eyes.”  Then she drew a smiley face and a happy stick figure with arms and legs dancing.  Love it!

- A 2005 thank you note from VA House of Delegates candidate Steve Chapman saying I did a fantastic job defending my Home Interior business in my request for a city permit during the public hearing at City Hall.  “It is such a shame to see more and more gov’t rules that only hurt and harass the people…Thank you for fighting; I wish you the best of luck and if there is anything I can do please let me know.  God bless you, Steve Chapman.”

- My framed baby picture by professional photographer Hillman in 1946 and given to me by my parents shortly before Daddy died

- Meaningful notes from PA friends Doyle and Ruthie Mankamyer and my sister-in-law Lola in VA, and my first cousin Miriam in PA when I was going through a dark time in my life

- A thank-you teddy bear card carefully printed by a little girl I used to babysit twenty years ago thanking me and Dave “for the Bedtime Bible and being so nice. J  Love, Courtney”

- Individual notes from our daughter and her husband Keith, January 29, 2002, thanking us for funding our family’s 3-day trip to Williamsburg—something I’d forgotten about!

- A note from my daughter Deb, June 12, 2006 reads: “…Last night before Alissa’s bedtime prayer she said she was thankful for you.  Then she prayed and thanked God for making you her grandma.  She said you’re ‘the best-est grandma in the whole wide world’…”

A note from my son Doug dated November 6, 2000 reads: “Mom, thanks so much for the great dinner and salad you made for me!  I didn’t get home from work until 11:15 tonight and I was tired and hungry.  Seeing that pasta and salad waiting for me made my day!  Thanks so much.  Love, Doug”

The last two items in my Happy Box come from our son, Darren.  This first note came via e-mail, February 27, 2008 to his dad: 

“Thank you for your love and kindness.
Thank you for always being there for me.
Thank you for being patient.
Thank you for soft words and good judgment.
Thank you for fixin what needed fixin.
Thank you for showing me a REAL man.
Thank you for your faith in God.
Thank you for never judging me.
Thank you for believing in me and for words of encouragement.
You are truly a treasure to me here on earth.
God has blessed me with an awesome father AND friend.
You are loved and cherished so very much.
I could not ask for a more wonderful father, all I want is you.
DAD, I just can’t find the words…………….
I’m so proud of you, and I’m proud to call you father.
Love,    Darren”

The following is an e-mail note Darren wrote to me the same day:

“Thank you for teaching me God’s word.
Thank you for showing me the way to salvation.
Thank you for allowing me to learn on my own, but being ready to help.
Thank you for believing in me and encouraging me.
Thank you for always lifting me before the Lord.
Thank you for your unconditional love.
Thank you for kind, soft words and patience without end.
Thank you, MOTHER, my dear sweet mother, for putting my needs and wants before yours.
If given the chance to pick from hundreds of thousands of moms,
I would pick you, HANDS DOWN, every time.
I love you oh so very, very much.
The tears running down my cheeks are tears of thankfulness.
MOTHER, I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH YOU.”

I cried tears of happiness and joy as I read those notes and sifted through my treasures.

I’m so glad for my Happy Box!

Copyright © 2013 Elaine Beachy



Eating Together

There’s something about eating together that engenders fellowship and oneness with people.  It doesn’t matter if it’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich eaten with a friend in a park, kids eating together in a school cafeteria, a burger and fries at McDonalds, or a dinner of fine cuisine in an upscale restaurant.  The act of eating with someone says “friendship.”



I think of the joys I’ve had eating with relatives and friends, like this past Labor Day weekend when I have come away from the restaurants and picnic table feeling nourished not only by the food, but nourished because of loving interaction with family and friends.  There’s an emotional uplift because of mutual respect, exchange of ideas, sharing personal news, discussion of interests, and sharing testimonies of what God has done and is doing in one’s life.

Jesus thought eating was important, too.  He attended a wedding where He turned water into wine.  He ate with publicans and sinners, Pharisees and Sadducees, and with Zaccheus the hated tax collector.  He ate with Mary and Martha and Lazarus and his own twelve disciples.  He broke bread with them after His resurrection.  He cooked fish for them over an open fire on the seashore.  He was concerned about feeding the multitudes.  He was a friend of sinners – laughed, talked, and ate with them.  He was friendly and showed them mercy.  But He always said, “Go, and sin no more.”

Some religious groups like the Old Order Amish practice “shunning.”  That means members are forbidden to eat or do business with someone from their number who doesn’t meet their standard of “holiness” and obedience to the church authorities.  They shun those who, in their opinion, have not shown proper “repentance” for their transgressions. 

They take as their authority for doing so the scripture in I Corinthians 5:11-12: “But now I am writing you that you must not associate with anyone who calls himself a brother but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or a slanderer, a drunkard or a swindler.  With such a man do not even eat.  What business is it of mine to judge those outside the church?  Are you not to judge those inside?  God will judge those outside.  Expel the wicked man from among you.”

The context for this scripture was that the Apostle Paul chastised the Corinthian church for boasting of being so “open-minded” and full of “grace” that they allowed a man who was having sex with his mother to stay in their fellowship—an act, Paul said, that was not even done among pagans.  Paul instructed them to put the man out from under the protective covering of the church by handing him over to Satan so his carnal nature would be destroyed but his spirit saved on the day of the Lord.  I also think of Jude verse 12, “These men are blemishes at your love feasts, eating with you without the slightest qualm—shepherds who feed only themselves…”  

There is certainly a place for such disciplinary action by the church if the criteria are met, but leaders must do what Jesus said in Matthew 7:24: "Stop judging by mere appearances and make a right judgment."   

Speaking of shunning, my mother can tell you about the pain of Amish shunning.   

When she was but three years old, my mom’s Amish dad abandoned his young wife and family of four little children and went out West.  He stayed away for fifteen years, and they never heard a word from him during that time.  Lydia, his wife, had to work as a maid taking care of other Amish families’ babies while her own were first given to the care of her 63-year-old parents and then parceled out to Amish relatives when they were old enough to “earn their keep.”  For many years, my mom only got to see her mother briefly on Sundays at church.  It pains me deeply even now as I write this to think of the emotional scarring, pain and deprivation my grandmother, my mom and her brothers and sister endured.

But my grandmother, Lydia, kept faith that he would one day come back. 

When my mother was eighteen, she found out his address and wrote to him, asking him to please come home.  And one day, out of the blue, he walked in across the porch and through the front door! 

The grandparents contacted all the children that they were supposed to come home.  The great surprise and temporary shyness was soon replaced with joy as their father greeted them.  My mom and her siblings and their mother were ecstatic.  Oh, how they rejoiced together.  God had answered their persistent and fervent prayers!  How wonderful it was to be reunited again as a family after fifteen years of painful separation. 

After Sam was home, instead of rejoicing, his Amish church gave him the “left hand” of fellowship.  He was out in the cold, with no church home, no Amish friends.  His own family and former friends were not supposed to eat with him, or do business with him.  Otherwise, they would be shunned. Talk about an impossible way to make a fresh start in his community!  He knew he’d be shunned if he came home, but he came anyway.  That took a lot of courage.  God bless you extra-special in heaven, Grandpa Sam, for your humility and obedience to the Lord.  Thank you for coming home to Grandma, my mom, and the family.

One day their family was invited to dinner at the home of someone in the Amish church.  When it came time to eat, my mom noticed a little table in a corner set with a single plate of food.  A pang of emotion shot through her entire being.  She knew immediately who that isolated table was for.  Her dad did not fall into any category of sin mentioned in the above scripture, but he was shunned anyway by those she deemed friends.
  
When Sam saw the “shunning table,” he quietly turned and retreated to the living room where he sat by himself and went hungry.  My dear mother endured such searing emotional pain during the meal, she could barely eat.  I’m glad my grandfather stood up for righteousness and shunned unrighteousness.  

(Sam left the Amish culture and was taken in as a member of Springs Mennonite Church in Springs, PA, and made new friends, built a successful "Sam Beachy & Sons" business, invented and patented the first endless tread garden tractor in the United States, and became an outstanding and generous member of the community.  He and his sons also built a successful apple butter factory on the premises.  When Sam was no longer in the Amish culture, I understand that the Amish could do business with him.)  

Besides physical nourishment, eating together is for fellowship.  It’s a social bond that can serve us well, but eating together for many families is a painful event which many avoid because of bitterness or disagreements.  Sometimes one member (or several) of the family displays a “holier than thou” or angry attitude which makes eating a tense and unpleasant event.  Eating when angry, fearful or resentful can cause one to get physically sick.

It’s also vital that husbands and wives don’t go to bed angry with each other.  Make peace with one another.  Catch the little foxes before they spoil the vine, as King Solomon said.  If you don’t, it will affect your health, eating and bonding with your family.
    
As we anticipate the coming holiday celebrations, there will be many family gatherings and social events.  Please settle disputes and disagreements before gathering around the family table.  Seek peace and pursue it, as Scripture says in I Peter 3:11 and Psalm 34:14.  We want to come away from the table feeling nourished in spirit, soul, and body.

We are to do everything without wrath (unholy anger) or doubting (fear), lifting up holy hands in prayer to the Lord.  (I Timothy 2:8)  I believe the same truth applies to eating together, don’t you?

Just think—some euphoric day we believers will all eat together around that great special decked-out table in Heaven at the marriage supper of the Lamb, Jesus our Savior and Bridegroom!  What a time of supreme fellowship, joy and gladness that will be!  Eating here on earth should be a tiny foretaste of joys to come!


*All Scriptures are taken from the NIV Bible

Copyright © 2013 Elaine Beachy