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It’s been a busy day doing the Lord’s work.  It started snowing last evening and we are at about the two foot level now.  That makes it very difficult for the chickadees, cardinals, blue jays and others birds to stay fed.  We have had to refill the seed feeder and the suet feeders because of the constant stream of about eighteen different kinds of birds staying nourished.

In the Sermon on the Mount Jesus said, “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”

God’s work manifests itself in a huge variety of ways.  Who’s to say which is more important than another?  The farmer plowing his field, the auto worker going to his assembly plant, the teacher going to her classroom, the grocery store shelf stocker stocking, the cook cooking at Denny’s, the highway patrolman patrolling, the nurse nursing in the emergency room are all doing God’s work.

Occasionally I talk with someone ruing the fact they never got a job working for the church.  They made the mistake of thinking that working for the church is the only way to do God’s work.  God’s work is caring for others’ needs.  If I had to rank jobs as to what is the number one task that is God’s work I would most likely list Hospice workers.  The fact is God needs all of us to make life work.   Our part can change from day to day.  Today our job was to feed His birds.  Tomorrow when the snow melts it will be something else.  Whatever it be let’s do it well.  Luke 9:62.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 28, 2015

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I saw a really large lady win a Mini Cooper on the Price Is Right.  As she stood beside her prize I could not but think of being a little boy at the circus watching a cadre of clowns getting out of their little car.   She seemed thrilled.  Perhaps she was planning to give it to a smaller loved one.  I have deemed that I would not do well on the Price Is Right.  Things always cost more than I think they should and why would people even want a $2000 grill.  How could you show the enthusiasm the show’s producers want from you when you win something quite useless?  It’s hard to jump up and down with joy upon winning a trip to Boston when you already live in Boston.

Now if we are talking about winning the biggest prize of all time, eternal life, then we are talking about something I really want.  I extend my apologies to the conservative folks I go to church with but when before God’s throne I am going to dance.  I want to proclaim that the price was right.  For us any price would have been cheap enough but for us it is free.  God paid the price.  And oh what a price He paid!  The wages of sin is death.  We earned it.  He paid it.  In order to escape someone who never sinned had to pay the price for us.  If He had sinned His death would have been for Himself.   Hallelujah.  (Yes. I am about to dance.)  He did not sin and yes He did pay the price.  God knew exactly what to do when He got the price right.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 27, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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A storm is coming.  A big one.  Weather gurus are using the “blizzard” word telling us twenty to thirty inches of snow is coming for New York City and the same for central Massachusetts.  People are flocking to grocery stores and making sure their cell phones have a full charge. It is so unlike it was a hundred years ago when people prepared for winter by drying foods and filling Mason Jars.  By the end of November root cellars were filled with potatoes and beans.  No one knew what day the big one would come.  They just knew it would come.

Jesus tried to warn us that in life the big one would come.  No one gets out of here without something extremely harsh happening. It is called “Life.”  Even though we live in the richest time and place in history no one is exempt from hard times.  If you have four minutes Google the words “Hurt Johnny Cash.”   Listen to the YouTube as he sings the words written by Nine Inch Nails, “Everyone I know goes away in the end.”

The question we ask is are we ready.  Can we ever be ready?  I am not about to give you a list of things to do to prepare.  I’m not sure anything we can do really prepares us. Perhaps what we are is more important than what we do.  Are we safely tucked into the arms of the one who declared Himself to be “the resurrection and the life”?  Are we part of God’s family?  Are we sons and daughters of the Most High?  I guess there is something we can do.  We can accept His gift.  It comes with the assurance that the big storm shall pass and we shall be saved.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 24, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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About a month ago someone told me they heard me say “…” about a year ago. I told them I had not said that.  This past week someone asked me what I preached about two weeks ago.  I could not remember.  If that is the case, and it is, then how would I know I had not said something a year ago?  The answer is what they said I said I do not believe and never have.  Therefore I know I didn’t say it.   This makes life amazingly simple. I’m sure you remember the adage, “If we practice to deceive, what a tangled web we weave.”  When you make up stuff you have to labor to remember what you said as to not contradict yourself and eventually get caught in the web of your own prevarications.  No such problem exists if you always say what you believe because while you will not remember what you said you will remember what you believe.

Now let me add this does not mean you should always say everything you believe.  Being kind and courteous means that you must in certain circumstances hold your tongue.  Only a fool says everything they believe.  Most often when we say someone “tells it like it is” means that person was rude, unkind.  When I read a letter of recommendation for someone I am careful to look for what was not said, which can be much more important than what was said.

It is fascinating that the ninth commandment says, “Thou shall not bear false witness against thy neighbor.”  It does not say, “Thou shall not bear false witness for thy neighbor.”  Hence the Christians heroes who did not always tell the truth that they might spare the lives of their Jewish neighbors during the Holocaust.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 24, 2016

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While listening to some old codgers sharing “Fish” stories, I was impressed by the number of times they used the word “was.”  I was a teacher.  I was a contractor.  I was a carpenter.  On and on they used the “was” word.  I didn’t hear many “will be”s.   Apparently their ambitions for things yet to come were quite limited.  I suddenly wanted to know about conversations in heaven.  Surely after we are a few thousand years old we will have a host of “was” stories.   We can lead off with “I was a sinner and Jesus saved me.”  That’s an amazing “was.”  We can follow up with a list of places we had visited. “I was on Planet Fantastic in the Gamma Group of galaxies.”   We will have lots of “I am”s.  I am an organist.  I am a chess champion.  Those can go on and on.  No need to use “was” since our brains will be excellent retainers of skills and information.  What is truly grand about this is all the “I will”s.  With an infinite amount of time always in front of us we can create a very ambitious list of “I will”s.

One of the first “I will”s I have on my list is to attend the wedding feast of the Lamb mentioned in Revelation 19.  I’ve been to many weddings and have been to a lot of receptions but nothing I have ever seen will come close to, “Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory!  For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready.  Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear.”

Then the angel said to me, ‘Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!’”

That is a great “I will.”

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 21, 2026

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I hold in my hand a list of fifteen names.  They are my new students coming to class tonight for the first time.  It is less than two hours from now and I am sure a good share of them are apprehensive. They don’t know me.  They don’t know if I will be demanding and harsh.  They don’t know if their 4.0 average is in jeopardy.  They don’t know if I am going to demand so much written work that they will have little time left for their spouses (spice).  They don’t know it yet but they are in for a treat.  Not because I am so wonderful but because I happen to believe learning should be a pleasant experience filled with new insights to delight the mind.  Again, not because I am so full of such knowledge, but because my pupils are graduate students, each a repository of life experiences.  My job is to help them remember them and share them with the others.

In Matthew 11 Jesus said, “Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”  Their yoke for the next four months will be light if they will engage.  If they will share the load and be open to new ideas.  Their yoke will be light if they will be willing to be non-judgmental and tolerant of those who they do not agree with.

Jesus is that way.  He is patient and tolerant.  He is anxious to share new thoughts with us (God’s thoughts).  He is the greatest teacher of all and spending time with Him is the greatest learning experience ever.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 23, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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One of my best friends passed away last week.  Today I took his name out of my address book.  Now only his wife’s name appears before that last name.  When I pressed the delete key it seemed so wrong.  In an instant it was like he wasn’t.  But he was.  He still is.  At least in my mind he is.  We cannot just delete someone from our lives.  I am what I am because I knew him.  Each of us is a piece of our friends. This man was superman.  There didn’t seem to be anything he could not fix.  He was a helper.  One morning at 3 A.M. when I needed help I knew I could call him.  I did and he came and he helped.  We don’t just delete someone like that with a keystroke.

I recall the last time we were together we argued about, of all things, politics.  How stupid that was!  For one thing arguing never changes anyone’s thoughts about something.  For another thing politics are a stupid thing to argue about since none of us knows all the facts that are involved.  We argue in ignorance.  Now how ignorant is that?  How I wish the last time we were together we had prayed together.  We had not.

This phase of our lives, our pre-eternity phase, is so short.  It is too short to do anything other than to learn what is important.  What is important is to value friendships.  No one can have too many friends.  It is impossible. It is important to use the limited resources we have to help make our friends lives better.

I love that Jesus declared us to be His friends.  What is grand is He will use His unlimited resources to make our now and our eternity better.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 22, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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Tattoos seem to have become omnipresent.  They appear in all manner of designs and significance.  Today I saw a new one.  The wearer announced that it was to commemorate the bombing at the Boston Marathon.  My first reaction was one of bewilderment that someone would want to become a walking billboard for such a shameful event.  It was a tawdry inhumane act of cowardliness.  Why would someone want to get up each morning, look in the mirror and remember such a despicable thing?

Then I remembered the millions of people that wear a cross around their necks.  Millions of churches are decorated with crosses.  A cross is a remembrance of the most despicable act in all of human history.  It exceeds that of beheadings on YouTube.  It reminds us that the so-called decent religious leadership took a gentle man who healed lepers, gave sight to the blind, raised a little girl back to life and did another thousand acts of kindness and they stripped Him bare not only of His clothes but the skin on His back.  They yanked out handfuls of His beard and then nailed Him to a tree.  This would have been bad enough had it only been a mere man.  But this gentle man was the one who thousands of years before had said, “Let there be light.”  This was the Creator of all that is.

Since I have no cross tattooed on my upper arm nor do I have a golden cross to wear about my neck I must do something even better to commemorate this human atrocity.  I will instead dedicate my total being to being like Him.  Being the most honest, most forthright, most caring person I can be is the best way possible to honor and remember Him.

Written by Roger Bothell on January 21, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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Her size made her difficult not to see.  She was more than ample as she rolled about under her sweat pants. She was accompanied by what were most likely her grandchildren as they made their way to a table beside us at a Dairy Queen.  Each of the children carried a differently flavored Blizzard.  Grandma’s was twice the size of the children’s and yet that did not seem to be enough.  At first she asked the children if she could taste theirs.  But after the initial permission from each child came a steady tasting that must have been all of hers and half of each child’s.

How could my mind not think Agur’s classic line in Proverbs 30?  “The leech has two daughters, ‘Give, give they cry.’”  Some people never seem to get enough.

As soon as I thought it I was ashamed of myself.  I was harsh and judgmental.  I did not know these people.  I made a very negative snap judgment about someone about whom I knew absolutely nothing.  Then in an attempt to self-justify I thought of Jesus’ words in the Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 7.  “By their fruit you shall know them.”   Really, was Jesus authorizing me to be a fruit inspector?  He also said in the Sermon on the Mount, “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?”  There I sat in a critical snobbish attitude while consuming my own Peanut Buster Parfait.  No, I was not eating my grandchildren’s ice cream.  Perhaps that was only because they weren’t with me.   O God, be merciful to me.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 20, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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This year’s flu shot has only been 23% effective.  It has been the wrong medicine against this year’s batch of bugs.  It’s not the first time we have used the wrong medicine.  Just ask poor George Washington whose doctors bled him to death.  Often we try the wrong thing.  This past week protesters blocked a major highway into Boston.  This weekend there are hundreds of thousands of people hating their cause.

Sometimes parents try harsh methods of discipline only to drive their children away.  Some people in a quest for spiritual enlightenment go to the wrong place for solace.  When God told us not to worship other gods He was attempting to keep us from wasting our time, energy and devotion on something that could not help.

There is nothing wrong with self-determination and dedication to self-improvement as long as one does not rely only on self.  One of those gods not to worship is self.  There is no such thing as a self-made man or woman.  Part of true success is recognizing one’s need and reliance on the efforts and successes of those who preceded us.

Jesus is the right medicine for our personal needs.  Jesus said, “Come unto me all you that are heavy laden and I will give you rest.”  It is the best and only universal prescription for any and all human needs.  Are you despondent?  Jesus is the right medicine.  Are you lonely?  Jesus is the right medicine.  Are you overwhelmed with guilt?  Jesus is the right medicine.  Are you in need of a life purpose?  Jesus will help you find it.  Are you in need of eternal life?  Jesus is the right and only medicine.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 19, 2015

Spring of Life, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574

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