Our “new” 1910 home in Scandia, Minnesota.

We have a friend who was in critical condition with Covid-19. He had one leg in heaven. He needed more high tech care and had to be airlifted to a larger hospital and was put on a ventilator. He was close to death.

The body of Christ rose up with fervent prayers and lifted him up before the throne for his life to continue and continue in the ministry that God had called him to do.

God heard. God had mercy. God was faithful.

His progress was astounding. His recovery a miracle. He later reported, “No time for a funeral. There is work to do!”

Folks, you have no time for a funeral! There is work to do in your family, community, and the world. I know that there is a time that all of us will transition from this earthly life, but while we are here, let’s make the best of it.

Quit playing possum and acting like you’re dead. You think if you are acting dead, the devil doesn’t see you! He does see you in the natural, but God sees you inside and out.

God is the Creator and the Life-giver.

We have a tendency to look inside and think how rough we have it. Woe is me. I know. I do it too. 

We say, “How can I help anyone else if I’m hurting?”

Give, and it shall be given. Dragging yourself around like a dead man or woman isn’t going to solve the world’s problems … or yours.

It’s like turning a large ship around in the middle of a sea of problems. You have got to take hold of the steering wheel of your life-ship and turn. Turn with determination. PULLLLLL and correct. It may not be easy, but it’s the right thing to do, and nothing is impossible with the Almighty God who you serve. When you are weak, He is strong. When you are tired, He is highly caffeinated. God is there. God does have a plan for you. God has a ministry for you. 

Goodness, I’m fired up for the Body of Christ to get a grip on its future. 

Last Sunday at church, a missionary from Moldova spoke and showed pictures. It was good. I was amening in my heart to all he was sharing and just sitting there on my bum. But when he showed a picture from a town in this Eastern European country with a man driving a stocky-looking workhorse pulling a cart, I almost leaped out of my comfy chair!

That’s where I want to go! They need me! God loves those people. God loves those people in long check-out lines, too. God loves those nose-ring, purple-head people. God loves people!

God wants YOU to quit planning your funeral. Quit hiding like nobody can see you.

PULLLLLL the wheel. Turn your life-ship and get on God’s course. 

Put on fresh glasses. Or just clean the glasses that you have on. See the hurting world around you and reach into your bag for the only healing salve there is, purchased by the blood of the Lamb. 

Pullllll! Isn’t this fun! Pulllllll! New horizons. Eeeeeeee!

I’m pulling my own wheel real hard. My eyes are saucers. My knees are weak. I’m holding on to the edge of the counter.

We are moving from the land of Goshen, where the sunsets are God’s theater of technicolor. We are moving from a home we have worked on for 16 years. A labor of love for the most part. Ha. But it is time for someone else to carry on their dream here. 

We are going from 2,000 square feet to 1000 square feet. From 3.3 acres to 3/4 acres. We are going from 4 bedrooms to 2 bedrooms. We are going!

I am going to a new work. New repairs. A new overgrown yard. New walls. New built-ins. A new dream in an old 1910 craftsman bungalow in Scandia, Minnesota on Oak Hill Road. 

I am going to a new pond for new fish of any size. I am a light. I am a fisherwoman. I am 6 miles from family. I am 40 minutes to the airport. I am not dead. I have no time to plan a funeral.

PULLLLLLL!