Roger Bothwell

This evening I opened a small bottle of maraschino cherries.  The human mind is an amazing treasure house of memories triggered by sights, sounds and smells. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with a memory I have not experienced in decades.  When I was a small boy with brand new front teeth I got hit in the mouth with a baseball bat.  Good-by new teeth.  Dentistry was pretty limited then and our dentist was an old man who must have gone to school in WWI.  Visits to him were most unpleasant.  One warm sunny afternoon as my mother and I came out of his office she took me to a corner drug store.  Sitting up at the ice cream counter she whispered something to the lady with a scoop in her hand.  The next thing I saw was totally awesome.  There in front of my bulging brown eyes was a giant mound of vanilla ice cream smothered with twenty-seven whole maraschino cherries.  I never again had such a sundae.

Our memories are who we are.  Our memories paint a life.  While we are able to remember both good and bad, it is our choice on which ones we dwell.  The close of the Book of Revelation speaks of former things not coming to mind.  Some say this means we will not remember things of this life.  I do so hope they are very wrong.  If so, we will cease to be us.  I am sure the passage means we will be so occupied with positive things we won’t have time for negative memories.  I don’t ever want to forget my cherry sundae.  It speaks to me of my mother’s love.

Written by Roger Bothwell on October 10, 2009

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

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Several times today I heard today called “Super Sunday.”  I don’t think so! I don’t care if there was a hundred yard interception return for a touchdown. There was only one “Super Sunday” and that happened almost 2000 years ago. Jesus had been in the tomb since Friday evening and not just Jesus’ disciples but the entire universe was in mourning. How could it be that the one who would later be described by Paul as “the image of the invisible God, the first born of every creature” be dead?  How could the one who raised Lazarus to life be so mangled and torn?   How could those hands that cradled children be ripped to bloody shreds?  The horror of the weekend was beyond belief.  Even Satan was amazed that Jesus took it.  His plan had been to so torture, so mutilate, so debase Jesus that He would give up, declaring that we were not worth it.  But our Jesus is a real hero.  He took all that hell could heap upon Him.

Sunday morning an angel rushed from heaven’s throne with the most important task ever assigned to anyone or any angel.  The earth shook as he swept into the garden.  Some of the most wonderful words ever spoken followed.  “Thy Father calls thee.”  Surely Satan had mustered all the forces of evil to keep Jesus in that tomb. But one righteous angel is all it takes to defeat all the forces of Hell.

Oh, “I serve a risen savior.  He’s in the world today.  I know that He is living whatever men may say.”

The next time you hear someone talk about “Super Sunday,” if you can, remind them of the real “Super Sunday.”

Written by Roger Bothwell on February 1, 2009

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

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Since no one in our house can sing we got a canary.  He is a super singer. He loved this afternoon’s football game.  He cheered all afternoon for the Pats.  At least I think so.  I haven’t yet figured out how to translate him. His name is Hymn.  It has a wonderfully ungrammatical sound to it when one asks, “How is Hymn doing?”  And the response is, “Hymn is fine.”  We need to invite our English professors over for dinner.  We can drive them crazy. But back to whether or not Hymn was cheering on the Pats or Miami.  If I somehow find out it was Miami, I will have to take away his seed cup.

Aren’t you glad God isn’t like me?  “You have heard that it hath been said, ‘Thou shall love thy neighbor, and hate thine enemy.’ But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he makes his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”

How fortunate we are that God doesn’t turn off our food supply when we disappoint Him.  While it is true there are hungry people on earth, it is not God’s fault.   There is adequate food for all.  It is human politics that create famines.  God is generous with friends and enemies.  Note Romans 5:10, “For if when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.”

Hymn is a super singer and our God is a super saver!  No coupons needed.

Written by Roger Bothwell on November 9, 2009

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

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It’s almost springtime in New England and it’s pothole time.  Gigantic craters capable of jarring one’s teeth and literally ripping a tire off a rim have appeared overnight on heavily traveled streets.  Today we passed a poor soul standing by the roadside with a cell phone in his hand as he looked at what was supposed to be his left front tire.  That was going to be costly.  Sometimes they seem to magically appear and it is best to hit them straight on.  If one catches you at an angle you can lose more than a tire.

Have you noticed life is full of potholes?  Accidents, broken relationships, illnesses, financial difficulties or work problems seem to come out of nowhere.  One day you are happy and think life is okay and bang!  It happens leaving you startled and a bit woozy.  If it hasn’t happened recently, watch out your turn is coming.  It’s called “Life.”   Nothing lasts.  Both good times and bad times come and go.  Hopefully we are aware enough to relish the good times and not be swallowed up by the potholes.

In John Jesus promises us the abundant life.  That certainly has nothing to do with the Dow Jones Index.  It is about trusting the One who has proclaimed His love for us and allowing Him to carry us through the potholes we can’t get around.  When the hit comes we often think we are alone, but it is not the case.  He’s there ready to tow us to safety.

The most difficult potholes are the ones we should have been smart enough to avoid like not deliberately disobeying His Word.  As tough as that is He is always anxious to forgive.

Written by Roger Bothwell on Masrch 12, 2009

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

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I have finally discovered something at which I am really good.  A few days ago I mentioned the Wii Fit computer program that takes one through a series of exercises while standing on a scale.  My wife excels at this program. The computer insists on ranking us.  On exercise after exercise she ranks one through ten.   At the bottom it mentions me and records my “personal best.”   Well, I finally found something at which I rank number one.  Si, numero uno! I can sit on the scale and not move.  The scale is sensitive to any movement.  They have you stare at a candle on the video screen for three minutes.  If your body moves in the least you lose.  The only time I have moved is when the dog came over and jumped on me.  So there it is.  The thing I do best is sitting still.  Or as my wife says, “You are terrific at doing nothing.”

Now in my defense I can quote scripture.  “Be still and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10.  Still, I can be, which is a great idea in an age of perpetual motion. Think about how rare it is for us to not start off the day with a full agenda and go as quickly as we can down the list.  We pride ourselves on being multi-taskers, which I have come to understand is doing several things not well.

Quality takes focus.  Quality takes concentration.  Do you want a quality experience with God?  Try being still so you can hear His still small voice.

Written by Roger Bothwell on March 10, 2009

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

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My black Ford pickup is definitely not green.  It gets terrible gas mileage. I can hear it going ka-ching as I drive around town.  This weekend I drove it almost to New York City and on the way back I knew exactly where I would have to refuel.   I should not have planned so well.  The best laid plans of mice and men go astray.  This time it was a traffic tie-up.  About fifty miles from my intended fill-up we came to a complete stop in wall to wall traffic for as far ahead as I could see.  Now the anxiety began.  Quickly turning off the air conditioning I realized if we sat and idled for an hour we were in trouble.  I suddenly felt like one of the five foolish virgins that ran out of oil because the bridegroom did not appear when planned.

I am happy to report I was more fortunate than the foolish virgins. After idling only a half an hour and crawling along about a mile I spotted a Shell sign hidden among a grove of leafy oaks and maples.  Phew!  As many times as I made that trip I had never seen that sign before.  Isn’t it wonderful to feel rescued?  Things we haven’t planned for occur and suddenly we find ourselves in a very disadvantaged place.

Psalm 50 verse 15 says, “Call upon me in the day of trouble and I will deliver you.”   I’m not sure that text has much to do with gasoline but I do know it has lots to do with life’s more serious issues.  When we are feeling at our wits’ end and nothing much is going right, ask for help.   He might not answer it the way we want because there is a good chance He has something completely better.

Written by Roger Bothwell on June 1, 2009

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

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Another bear has been spotted in our neighborhood.  I am in the habit of walking my dog last thing at night which usually is after 11 P.M.   Not wanting to stop that, I have started carrying the metal-headed driver from my golf bag.  I realize there is almost no chance the bear would bother us and that the golf club would be useless but it’s a nice placebo.  Last night there was a lot of lightning in the area.  I had a dilemma.  Should I be walking around with a lightning rod in my hand or forgo the club and just shout big and loud if the bear appeared?   Now I know some of you are thinking, just don’t go.  But then I would have to get up at and go downstairs  at 3 a.m. to let the dog out.   Choices.  Choices.  Sometimes the smallest of things requires so many choices.

Life is a series of choices.  We make thousands of them everyday.   Driving to work requires tons of choices.  How fast, when to pull out, can I make that light, do I need gas, where to park, on and on it goes.  Fortunately we train ourselves to make most of those decisions automatically.  Our subconscious governs most of them.  Have you ever driven home and suddenly realized you had no recollection of driving?  You were so focused on something else.

One of my goals is to automatically do the kindest most loving thing.  Today a student irritated me by trying his best to get around a degree requirement.  He was spending more energy trying to finagle than he would have spent just doing the work.  My automatic response was not kind and loving.   Ah, there is so much character work left to do.

Written by Roger Bothwell on July 2, 2009

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

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In Paradise Lost Milton speaks of Lucifer’s intelligence as being of the highest order. All through the writings of Shakespeare and Charles Dickens the good guys are usually portrayed as being a bit simple while the wicked, clever, conniving characters are intellectually bright. The hero is usually a dufus who is rescued by some quirk of fate or God’s intervention.

I would like to register my complaint. In Matthew 22 and 23 when Jesus does intellectual battle with the finest minds of His day Jesus bests them every time. Paul was surely one of the most intelligent men who ever lived. Romans and Galatians are testimonies to that. Daniel and his three friends were tested by Nebuchadnezzar and found to be ten times intellectually superior to all the other students. See Daniel 1:20. God defeats Satan in the Book of Job. God wins in the book of Revelation.

Maybe this literary tendency exists because we cannot write plots with a scheming good guy. We equate secret plans with clever twists as being diabolical. Maybe it has something to do with always telling the truth. What the world needs is a literary hero who is smart, clever, bright, kind and scheming while being brilliant enough to do it without ever telling a lie. Now that would take some writing. Hopefully someone who reads this will take up the challenge and give the world a really smart good guy.

Written by Roger Bothwell on April 3, 2009

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

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I put four new shock absorbers on my car.  After 130,000 miles it seemed like the right thing to do.  Wow.  It rides like a brand new vehicle.  As those thousands of miles rolled along little by little, the ride ever so slowly worsened.  I didn’t notice.  It’s sort of like those pounds around the middle.  I saw a small lady carrying around a really big toddler.  When I questioned her about it she laughed and said when she started carrying him he only weighed six pounds and five ounces and since she carried him every day she didn’t notice his weight gain. Isn’t it fascinating how things creep up on us?  It happens so subtly we don’t notice.  Then one day we see a photo of ourselves and go, “Oh, look at me. I’m a tub!”

Could it be the same thing could happen to us if we neglect relationships?  We get too busy to call our parents or we get too busy to spend any quality time with God.  As the days roll by we don’t notice the change in our attitudes and erosion of character.

Thinking about shock absorbers made me wonder what absorbed the shock in heaven when Adam and Eve, made in God’s image, failed to be faithful and ate of the forbidden tree.  There was even more shock when Jesus announced His plan for rescuing Adam and Eve.   Heaven must have been appalled when Jesus was born in a filthy animal stall and horrified beyond belief at what happened on Calvary.  I seriously doubt there was much of anything that could absorb those shocks.

Perhaps the biggest shock of all is our salvation.  Really now.  Not one of us deserves it.  We are children of grace.

Written by Roger Bothwell on September 17, 2009

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

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Surely everyone who enters the seminary must dream of being a great preacher.  We watch great preachers and we imitate style, mannerisms and techniques. Each culture grows their own and flocks to be fed by the great ones.  My generation saw Billy Graham and I knew a hundred young men who dreamed of being the next Graham.  It is an interesting combination of mixed motives.  They truly and honestly want to serve the Lord and yet are filled with guilt over wanting to be famous and powerful.  There is a strong dose of politician in every great preacher.  The difference is not as large as we might wish.  Jesus spoke of it when he said, “Beware of the scribes, who desire to walk in long robes, and to have salutations in the marketplaces.” Mark 12:38.  It is a dangerous moment for preachers when the service is over and they greet people as they depart.  People tell them nice things and the great temptation is to believe them.

Jesus said that John the Baptist was the greatest.  Certainly Paul had to come fairly close to that standard even though he did bomb in Athens.  I think the most eloquent of the Old Testament preachers must have been Jonah. This man did not want to go to Nineveh.  It was a foreign city.  Yet when he finally got there he was so successful the entire city repented.  This is amazing because he was then depressed over his success.

People are strange creatures filled with so many wonders and faults.  Yet God chooses us to proclaim His good news.  While we all cannot be Billy Grahams, each of us can, and I will use the old saying, light up the corner where we are.

Written by Roger Bothwell on January 27, 2009

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

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