Author: Ian Bothwell

I’ve heard of it happening but it never happened to me until today.  My wife and I decided we would each like a Frosty from Wendy’s.  We ordered at the menu board and when we pulled up to pay the girl said, “You don’t owe anything.  The man in the car in front of you paid for you.”  Really!?  I looked ahead to see him pull out onto the highway and he was gone.  All I could see was he was black and had a fireman’s license plate.  I will never get a chance to thank him.  But I want to thank him.  One of life’s lessons is we don’t always get what we want.  Every time I see a black fireman I will wonder if he was the one.

But we don’t always get what we want.  Life serves us up good and bad things and we have to live by adapting to what is.  It is a good life lesson to learn.  If we don’t we will live frustrated and that really destroys the quality of life.  Paul wanted a particular thorn to be removed from his life.  We think it might have been a vision problem.  He wrote, “Concerning this I implored the Lord three times that it might leave me. And He has said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.’”

If there is something in your life that you have repeatedly prayed about with no seeming answer, please remember God’s grace is sufficient for you.  Live with it, cope, manage, adapt and become stronger by doing so.  Be more of a person than before.

I think I will say thank you by doing the same thing for another person the next time I go to Wendy’s.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 1, 2015

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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Physicists tell us something called Dark Matter keeps the stars from spinning off into space.  Dark Matter is five times more abundant in the universe than the normal matter that composes you, me, your house and your car.  What is fascinating is they, we, don’t know what it is.  We can’t even see it.  Defining it and seeing it will be the next big discovery.

In the meantime, while super smart people are looking for it, I would like to tell them where to find masses of it.  It’s inside human heads and is responsible for people thinking they are serving God by blowing themselves and other into tiny bits.  Dark Matter is in the heads of those who think slicing off human heads, the most wonderful thing God made, brings glory to God.  Humans are made in God’s image and we cannot imagine Dark Matter in Adam’s head; although He did eat the fruit.  Somehow that stupid decision must have had a lot to do with who was handing the fruit to him.  She had to have been gorgeous and men make terrible decisions in the presence of gorgeous women.

Surely we exhibit the Dark Matter in our heads when we mistreat and abuse God’s creation.  When we are cruel and thoughtless, when we curse another person, when we mistreat a child, when we steal from someone or worse deliberately kill them, we are defiling something made in His image.  Jesus said if we do this even to the least of them we have done it unto Him, God.  It is no wonder Jesus called Himself, the Light of the World.  He and He alone is the solution to the Dark Matter problem that exists in us.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 2, 2015

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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I find it fascinating that I could have lived with something for all the time I can remember and know almost nothing about it.  Fels-Naptha is such a thing for me.  This afternoon I was in the laundry room and picked up a bar of such and was surprised to read that it was ideal for pre-treating stains.  It’s been around since 1893 and was formatted by Lazarus Fels.  Naptha is a petroleum product similar to gasoline, kerosene or a variety of things depending where you are in the world.  Obviously one should not use it for personal bathing.

As I held it I realized Jesus had pre-treated me for my stains.  Since the cross was 2000 years ago that does predate me by quite a bit.  God was ready to deal with my faults.  Actually God was ready even before the cross.  Psalm 51 written 1000 years before Calvary says, “Have mercy upon me, O God, according to your loving-kindness; According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.”

Blots leave stains and so verse seven adds, “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”  This is better than blotting.  This is purging until no stain is left.  The end product here is looking like there was no sin, no stain, no blot and so forever after God will not treat us as forgiven.  It is better than that.  He will treat us as if we had never sinned at all.  We will always remember that we were redeemed.  But He will never rub it in.  We are stainless.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 21, 2015

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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There was a little guy in the grocery cart ahead of me.  He looked to be about twelve months old and I have to say this was not a good looking baby.  As I was trying to ascertain just what it was that was so unattractive someone walked by and said, “What a beautiful child!”  “Whoa,” I thought.  “They must be compensating to make the parent feel good.”   But, as we moved up to the register the clerk said, “What a handsome young man.”  Well, the adjective “young” disqualified me so she must have been talking about the baby. Now, I have to admit had the child been mine or one of my grandchildren, for sure I would have agreed with the other people.

It just so happened there was also another similarly aged boy in the store.  I thought he was precious.  I wonder if the people who commented on the first child thought differently than I regarding the “precious” child.  Could it have been that the second child was good-looking because he looked like my boys at that age?  But I see many children that don’t look anything like my boys and I think they are really handsome.  No, I have to hold on to the fact that this first child was not well formed.

Now that I have made myself look like a biased old fool by telling you all this, I do have to say since we are God’s children, His bias toward us is extremely skewed.  Genesis tells us He made us in His image.  I have to conclude if we were born with our nose upside-down; God would still think we were the greatest thing since sliced bread. Yeah.  You really are!

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 14, 2016

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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One of my students told me he didn’t believe in anything that wasn’t tangible. I took a twenty dollar bill and a one dollar bill out of my wallet and asked, “If I gave you the opportunity to have one of these, which would you take?”  He reached for the twenty.  “But why,” I asked.  “They are both the same size and the same weight.  Intrinsically there is absolutely no difference other than the configurations of ink.”  He answered something like, “One is twenty times more valuable than the other.”

Really?  Who says?  All of us do.  This is only true because we have agreed that is so.  One piece of paper is worth more than another piece of paper only because we put our faith in our monetary system. The actual material value of each is less than a penny.  Yet, with one I can purchase a half gallon of gasoline and with the other I can purchase about nine gallons of gas.  This only works as long as we continue to believe we can.  Once we stop believing, the system collapses and chaos ensues.

Our money says “In God we trust” when actually it is “In Uncle Sam we trust.”  Whether my young friend understood or not, he is a creature of faith.  We all are.  So why not take the next step and have faith in the God who made us?  Psalm 33:6 says, “By the word of the LORD the heavens were made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth.”  Our earth and the starry host had to come from somewhere.  It is much more intellectually satisfying to believe they are the work of a loving Creator than because of some accidental explosion.  And where did the stuff that exploded come from?

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 21, 2016

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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If we were playing Jeopardy the answer would be “a blend of tomatoes, carrots, celery, beets, parsley, lettuce, watercress and spinach.”  And the question would be “What is V8 juice?”   I have always loved V8 juice.  I think it’s good for us.  At least it can’t be bad for us except that it does contain a lot of salt.

My home church is much like V8.  It is a mixture of all manner of people.  We have people from all over the world.  Just recently we were able to count at least 17 different nationalities.  I do admit sometimes I struggle to understand everyone’s English flavored with very unique accents.  And I know they often struggle to understand my vanilla flavored English.

Worshiping with such a conglomeration expands my sense of God’s family.  I hear new ideas growing out of different cultures.  Sometimes I am tempted to think my ideas and my preferences are the best but a morning at church helps me get over that myopic condition.  The variety makes my church a strong church.  It wouldn’t be nearly as interesting if everyone thought and acted like me.

Paul wrote in I Corinthians 12:12, “Just as a body, though one, has many parts, but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ.”  The wonder of strength through diversity is not a new idea.  It is a time proven concept.  Just as my church is strong because of diversity so is my country.  Each person with their uniqueness brings ideas, talents and strengths to the whole.  Heaven will be a marvelous place filled with beings not only from our little planet but from the expanse of the universe.   I can hardly wait to see what is waiting for us.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 20, 2016

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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I have a couple of undergrads in one of my classes who can dunk a basketball.  Upon learning of their athletic skills I assured them that I too can dunk, no, not a doughnut, a real basketball.  They immediately acclaimed that I could indeed as long as the basket and supporting pole were manufactured by Fisher Price.  It’s nice to be respected!

But hey, a dunk is a dunk.  So, never say never.  We can always make a few adjustments and accomplish wonders.  Too be honest, we have to concede that the adage, “If you can dream it, you can do it” is not really true in this life.  Only if one is committed to Jesus will that be true.  That is the wonder of the Gospel.  All things in our lives are possible if we look beyond this fragile, flawed body that is overdue for a total makeover.  Never forget I Corinthians 15.  It is the greatest passage ever written about the resurrection and the transformation of the living when Jesus returns.  If you haven’t read it recently treat yourself to a reread.  Paul is at his best as he fills us in on what Jesus filled him in on.

A person is only as good as his promises.  That’s what makes God what He is – honest, pure and good.  He keeps His promises – all of them!  So go ahead and dream big.  I think I will add something new to my dream list of to-dos.  I will someday dunk a basketball when the basket and pole are not made by Fisher Price.

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.”  Ephesians 3:20

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 19 2016

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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The acorns being crushed as one drives in and out of our driveway sound like we are making popcorn. The oaks must have enjoyed the dry summer because we have an abundance of acorns.  The squirrels are going crazy trying to cache them away for the coming winter.  They will be well fed during this January’s blizzards.

I love acorns. Holding them in my hand reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite authors.  She wrote, “As surely as the oak is in the acorn so surely is the gift of God in the promise.”  There are over 3500 promises in the Bible.   That’s a forest of good things to anticipate.  One of the last promises found in Revelation says, “He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be my son.”  I don’t want to be greedy.  I don’t need to inherit “all” things.  I will be happy with forgiveness and eternal life with my loved ones.  But our heavenly Father is a lavish giver.  That’s a promise in Ephesians 2.   God isn’t content with giving us the basics.  He wants to give us “all things.”

Paul says what we will receive is beyond what we can now imagine.  The Gospel is a story of excess.  Excessive love, excessive forgiveness, excessive lifespan, excessive health, excessive intelligence, excessive power, excessive understanding and excessive happiness are just a few of the things we are promised.

Right now I am going to go out to my driveway and pick up a few oak trees and carry them about in my pocket today.  Then I will not forget how very much you and I are loved.  Oh, how grand!

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 18, 2016

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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There are 695 songs in the hymnal at my church.  I think there are approximately 230 of them that I have never sung or heard.  So it was no surprise last week when we started singing Wonderful Peace and my eyes drifted to a strange hymn on the opposing page.  I am sure I have never heard of it let alone sung it.  It is named, “Life Is Great! So Sing About It.”  What a great title.  So I read the words.  I particularly like the second stanza.   “Life is great! – whatever happens.  Snow or sunshine, joy or pain, hardship, grief or disillusion, suffering that I cannot explain – Life is great if someone loves me, holds my hand and calls my name.”  I wanted to say, “Right on” but I guess because I was in church I should have said, “Amen” – same thing.

It instantly reminded me of a popular song by Martina McBride entitled, “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden.  “I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden / Along with the sunshine there’s gotta be a little rain sometime / When you take you gotta give so live and let live and let go oh oh oh oh / I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden…”

What God does promise us is strength to endure and ultimate victory                   1 Peter 5:10 says, “And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.”

I wonder what other wonders I have missed in my hymnal?

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 17, 2016

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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I talked to a man today who told me he was in the “Slow Leak Business.”  It seemed that I had a slow leak in my left rear tire, so I had gone to the “Slow Leak Man.”   Sure enough he told the truth.  Thirty minutes later my slow leak was no longer leaking and I was back on the road.  He found a nail.  I was patched.

As I drove away I realized I too am in the “Slow Leak Business.”  Five days a week I try to help patch the slow leaks that occur in people’s lives by writing about someone else who found nails.  He found four nails.  From the day we are born life slowly leaks away from us.  Every sunrise we are a day closer to being flat.   My prayer is by encouraging you to read about Him you will let Him patch you so you can continue the journey.  The patches are for the short haul.  Just like an old tire there comes a time when it cannot be patched anymore.  The tread is gone.

Now this is where the good part happens.  We have a road hazard warranty that has no mileage limits.  When the tire is worn out, He says, “Enough with the patches. I’m going to give you a whole new tire guaranteed never to show wear.  It will last forever.  “So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: ‘Death is swallowed up in victory.’”  I Corinthians 15.

I wonder what will be written on our sidewalls.  Good Years, Good Riches or Richelin.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 14, 2015

PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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