Category: Grace

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A Tale of Two Cards

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6:23

Two cards–as different as night and day. In my wallet I carry lots of stuff but there are two cards that tell very different tales. Let me explain. Stuffed in among the stuff are two cards that I can used to buy stuff. The first is a credit card. After proving to the company that I was worthy to have their card, they allow me to buy stuff with the clear understanding that when I do I have to pay them back. And, if I don’t pay them back in full every month, I have to pay some interest–lots of interest. For the record, we do in fact pay ours back every month. And interestedly enough, we use this card only to buy the gas for our cars and when I do they pay me 5% on every dollar I spend. But buyers beware–they are just waiting for me to mess up and not pay the balance and if I do–the penalty is way more than that 5%.

Now card two is totally different. Though it is very similar in size and color the very nature of this card is totally different. You see, it is a gift card. Here is how it works. Someone paid the price in full and gave it to me as a gift. When I go to the store I simply walk up to the cash register with my purchase and give the person my card. They process it and then–I simply walk away. There is never a bill at the end of the month, there is never a penalty and in most cases–it never expires. Wow…how about that?

Like I said, even though they look alike, they are totally different. A credit card is a debt and the gift card is a prepaid gift. And that dear friends is the difference between grace and works–religion and Jesus. Works and religion make you work to keep the rules with the hopeless hope of making you right with God. Problem is–it won’t work. Never has and never will. It leaves you with a debt that can only end in eternity separated from God. Bad deal. Grace and Jesus are a free gift from God.  Our only responsibility is to believe in Jesus and in the process receive the gift. Debt–paid in full. No bill ever, no penalty ever–you are free.

That big truth from the Bible can be summed up in Romans 6:23. There we read, “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord.” Boom! Reject Jesus and you are responsible for the debt of your sin and you will spend eternity separated from God in a place you don’t even want to think about. But receive Jesus and He takes responsibility for your sin by dying in your place. He paid the price so you don’t have to.

So question? Are you counting on bad credit or God’s grace? Are you hoping that somehow you can pay the debt or will you let Jesus pay it for you? The choice is yours…debt and bondage or grace and freedom. Worried that your debt is just too big? Forget about! He is more than able to handle whatever your sin load is.  He’s got this.  Bro. Dewayne

Posted in Family, forgiveness, Grace, life, love, Scripture

Let Love Win

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Suddenly it was the mid sixties. Home movies are incredible and with the advent of the smartphone, the need for home movie cameras are just about gone. All you need to do is to reach in your pocket and there at your fingertips is a high quality camera. While home movies are incredible they can sometimes take you back to a time and remind you of a you you wish you could forget.

The other day when I rediscovered those home movies from the sixties I was reintroduced to a nerdy kid that looked very familiar. It was me. While everyone in every film acted just a little more casual than today, the ten year old Dewayne was, well, just a bit irritating. Let me explain. From what I saw, little Dewayne, tended to be a camera hog. He seemed to race from place to place to stay somewhere near the lens. What’s more, he seemed to enjoy acting, uh, nerdy. The word “prancing” crossed my mind more than once as I watched the film. 

Now to be honest, I was probably acting like most boys my age acted. Times were different then and being ten then isn’t the same as it is now. But I found myself wanting to tell the kid of the screen to tone it down, to notch it down, a bit. And it was just about then some old memories of less than kind criticisms came to my mind. I began to understand why I was given the name “Precious” and I also realized it wasn’t necessarily a compliment but a criticism. I found myself kinda embarrassed and bruised from a 60 year old memory.

Once my wife Judy asked me why I responded a certain way in a certain circumstance and I think I discovered the reason. Names given a long time ago had somehow become tattooed on my heart and have remained there from the years. Now I’m not telling this story for sympathy rather I am telling it to share a lesson learned. Seeing little Dewayne helped me understand that I should be much more graceful to the people I bump into today. I should show the kindness and understanding I wish others had shown me then.

So, who is it in your life that you need to extend just a little more love, a little more grace and a little more understanding? Oh, and by the way, it certainly doesn’t have to be a child–it might be someone who struggles not to act out in childish ways. Remember none of us are perfect, in fact, we have all fallen way short of God’s standard. So when you bump into someone, even if that someone reminds you of you, be sure and extend a dump truck of grace and kindness. Too hard? Not with the help of your Dearest Daddy because, after all, He’s got this.  Bro. Dewayne

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I Love You, Man

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “But a Samaritan on his journey came up to him, and when he saw the man, he had compassion.” Luke 10:33

His name was Paul. So this is a great story but in the interest of transparency I probably don’t have all the details right but the heart of the story is pure gold. My daughter Sarah and her husband Blake were out and about in Harrisburg. I believe they weren’t driving but rather taking a walk. Wherever they were Blake saw a younger man sitting on a big brown travel bag near the road. Unlike most times, this guy wasn’t holding a sign–he was just sitting. It was apparent that his life was probably hard and his circumstances were harder still.

At first they walked on by but something began tugging at Blake’s heart so he said to Sarah, “Wait a minute.” With that, he turned back and approached the man. In a casual yet caring tone, he asked the guy,”Hey man, do you need some food or something?” The guy responded with a no and that he was good. So Blake asked him where he was going. The guy explained that he was walking the country. He apparently had started in the northeast and had wandered the highways and byways of the land. He had been down south and over toward Missouri and that is how he found his way to Illinois and Harrisburg.

Blake asked him why he was walking and he said he was dying and wanted to do something before he did. Blake again inquired about what was going on and the guy said he had a large blood clot up and near his lungs and it was eventually going to be fatal. Well, they chatted for a while more. He didn’t ask for anything but appreciated another guy who was willing to take the time to talk and care. After awhile they both stood up and without thinking, Blake gave the guy a man hug and told him that he loved him. Boom–it was so not planned. So spontaneous. So genuine.

Well, Blake, compelled to do something, went into the store and got the guy a bag of trail mix. He gave it to him and said, “Hey, if you’re going to be on the trail you ought to have some trail mix.” So with a shared smile they went their ways. And do you know what? I’m pretty sure neither of them were the same as they were. Blake for caring and daring to share three words that men usually don’t share–I love you. Paul because he experienced the love of not just a man but perhaps, just perhaps, the love of a man called Jesus.

You know, we never know when an opportunity just might show up. I know for Blake this wasn’t the only time. Last time it was a guy with no shoes named Danny and Blake spontaneously gave him his. This time he gave him a piece of his heart. Let me encourage you to do what Blake did. If you see something–do something. Dare to pause, to wait a minute and see if you can help make a difference. It might take you out of your comfort zone–a place that most of us don’t believe we can go. But remember this–our Dearest Daddy lives beyond the comfort zone and he will be there to help you. He’s got this.  Bro. Dewayne  

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Garbage Juice–Pig Farm on Wheels

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “Do not be deceived: “Bad company corrupts good morals.” 1 Corinthians 15:33

It smelled like a bacon farm before it becomes bacon. Yup, that’s right. Judy came home the other day and was pretty certain that a pig farm had moved into the neighborhood. Now since we live in middle of town that was pretty unlikely. She sniffed and smelled and finally determined that the pig farm was somewhere in the garage or on our car. She came into the house and told me she thought we had a problem.

I slipped on my shoes and followed her out to the garage. We started with the rear wheel on the driver’s side and quickly found out that was the source of the odor–that did indeed smell like a pig farm. Well, a short time later my daughter Sarah and her husband Blake stopped by and I asked them to take a sniff and they did. We opened the garage door and they played odor detective. After a few moments, Sarah said, “Mom, I think you ran through some garbage juice. And you are asking, “What is garbage juice?” Well, let me tell you.

Garbage juice happens when a garbage truck stops and needs to compress the garbage he is carrying. As the garbage is compressed, all those nasty, stinking, gross juices are pressed out and find their way out of the truck and onto the ground. And, take my word for it, it smells like a pig farm. If you drive through it, that nasty, stinking, gross juice splashes on your tires and on your car and you, dear friend, carry that stench where you go. Apparently, that is what happened to Judy.

So, guess what? A garbage truck is not the only source of garbage juice. Sometimes life, sometimes enemies, sometimes friends, and sometimes we are the source of garbage juice. If we are not careful we can allow that vile mess to splash on us and we find ourselves in a stinking mess. Remember that old saying, “A pound of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” So we need to learn to avoid bad circumstances and stinky people and perhaps most of all our own wrong attitudes. 

Here’s the deal. If you see what even looks like some garbage juice on the road–carefully but aggressively swerve to avoid it. Do whatever you can to miss the mess. And, if you see a mess in the making in your life, do whatever you can to make sure you don’t run into it. It might means avoiding certain places and people and it will probably mean a change in our own stinking thinking. Regardless–do what is necessary.

Now if you do run into some garbage juice, do what we did…get the hose and wash it down. In other words, talk to your Dearest Daddy and confess if there is something to confess, repent if there is something to repent of and if it involves someone, well apologize if that is needed. Remember this. The hose of God’s grace will absolutely washing away the stench–no matter how bad it is. Mark it down–He’s got this.  Bro. Dewayne

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Rescue–I Just Ran Out

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the LORD holds them by the hand.” Psalm 37:24 

I just ran out. You know words can mean more than one thing. Those four words are a prime example. First, if someone says, “I just ran out” they might be talking about sugar. Maybe they were going to make a cake and realized that the day before they had used all their sugar. They would call a friend and say, “Can I borrow some sugar? I was going to make a cake and realized I just ran out.” Then of course there is a guy who found a snake in his bedroom. As he relayed the story to one of his friends, his friend might say, “So what did you do?” The guy might respond, “Well, I just ran out.”

Well, the other day I came face to face with a new meaning for those words. I was visiting my sister in Anniston, Alabama and was doing my morning walk thing. The fact that I was walking was nothing short of the goodness of God. After a long stint of hip and back pain, I was finally back (no pun intended) in business and trust me I was telling God just how grateful I was. So, anyway, is I was booking it pretty good–walking and talking with God.  And then–it happened.

There was a place in the road where the pavement looked like pavement does when someone didn’t do their job. As I walked, all of a sudden, the toe of my shoe hung up on something and I found myself fighting to stay upright. Rather than just fall flat on my face, I was able to start running. It may not have been pretty, in fact, I’m sure it wasn’t but somehow I was about to run enough to regain my balance and keep going. It was an amazing feat for my feet if I do say so myself.

So what do you think I did? Whine and complain? Nope. Grumble and groan? Nope. Pout and shout? Nope. As soon as I got my balance back, my hands shot into the air and I began praising the Lord. I knew this was yet another big intervention by my Dearest Daddy. With nothing on but shorts and a teeshirt, the road rash would have been of biblical proportions and on top of that there was the real possibility of some broken bones. But God was more than faithful. He sustained me, He held me, and He saved me. Plain and simple–He helped me run it out.

I was and am so grateful. I never get tired of telling and writing about the goodness of God. This particular time reminded me of Psalm 37:24. Speaking of the Godly, the author writes,     “Though they stumble, they will never fall, for the LORD holds them by the hand.” I can’t number the times that my great Rescuer came to rescue for me. And do you know what? If you think about–neither can you. 

This story could have had a harder and more difficult ending but God in His grace decided on this ending. And had I fallen–well, He would have still been good and still been gracious. Let me encourage you–always be on the outlook for the goodness of God. Trust me–it is everywhere. No matter the circumstances and no matter the outcome, always know and believe that, “He’s got this.”  Bro. Dewayne

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Cuddling Up with God

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the expanse proclaims the work of His hands.” Psalm 19:1

We were snuggled under a blanket. So this week we are in Vienna (not Italy but Illinois for our bigger world readers) taking care of the grand dogs while the the family is down in Florida on vacation. Zoe and Riley are pretty special pups and we love watching them. Becca and Jon live just outside a quiet Southern Illinois town in an equally quiet neighborhood. Since we live in the center of our small town…we love the quietness.

Last night I was snuggled down on the couch under a blanket. The air conditioning and the ceiling fan were both cool enough to make it feel nice and cozy. In fact, we love to sleep cool. We have four, that is right four, fans in our bedroom and each night we turn the air conditioning down. In the winter, it is not uncommon for us to open a window or two to let the cool and sometimes cold air in. Why do we do it? Because we love to cuddle down under a quilt or blanket to sleep!

So it was kinda natural that I had rounded up a blanket to cuddle with on the couch. So there I was cuddling when suddenly I heard, and the the the pups heard, a knock at the back door. They kicked into guard dog mode and I looked over at the door only to see my wife Judy outside. I went to the door and opened it and asked the obvious question, “What are you doing outside?” Well, it turned out that she had gone outside to see what God was doing that night and the door had locked behind her.

She said, “Dewayne, you need to come out and see the stars.” Well, I really wanted to go back to my cuddling on the couch but I decided I needed to see what she was seeing. I stepped out and there, in the darker darkness of the country side, was a sky full of beautiful and bright stars. I was overwhelmed. It instantly reminded me of the starry skies I would see in Africa. Well, anyway, we sat down and were amazed. The skies were just ablaze with God’s creation and they were all shouting His glory. As we watched, we saw several satellites making their silent but fast journey across the night sky. I was blessed to see a shooting star shoot across the sky. It all was just amazing and I told Judy I was so glad she shared it with me. If I had stayed inside I would have missed all. And then it occurred to me.

Just like I was cuddled under a blanket on the couch, there I sat cuddling under a blanket of stars filled with amazement at the wonderful, great God we served. I quoted Psalm 19:1 that says, “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the expanse proclaims the work of His hands.” And I knew for certain it was so. It was like listening to the finest choir singing the finest hymns of praise–all directed toward Him.

Well, after a while, we went inside–hoping for a repeat performance on another night soon. Cuddling up with God under His blanket of stars was so overwhelming and yet peaceful. Just like cuddling under a warm blanket on a cool night, so cuddling with the creator of the universe is beyond worlds. I felt safe and satisfied knowing that no matter what, I can rest with Him because, “He’s got this.”  Bro. Dewayne

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Interest and Consequences

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6:23

There’s a couple of things you ought to know. First, the devil is not your friend…ever. No matter what he says, no matter what he promises. Someone once said the only constant in this world is change. Check. And that is true in the physical world but in the spiritual world there are two constants–God is good and Satan is a liar. The second thing you ought to know is that sin is always a bad deal. No matter how good it sounds or how good it feels…it is a bad deal. Let me illustrate that for you.

So imagine you get your credit card bill in the mail. Imagine you had several large purchases that month. Even though you try and pay it off every single month…well this one is a little more than you can handle. Let’s say the bill is for $5,500.00. So as you are pondering what to do, you notice that the nice credit card people have a plan “B.” They say, “Instead of paying the card off (the very smart thing to do) you can make a minimum payment–just $113.00 a month. Wow…that would sure help…right? Wrong. You see, if you make just that minimum payment, it would take you…and get ready…seventeen years to pay the debt and with interest instead of paying $5,500, you would pay $15,515.00. What? Can that be right? Well it not only can be…it is. You see, the nice credit card company is going to charge you a whole lot of interest to use their money.

That nice credit card company isn’t so nice when you have to make payments and trust me they never were your friend to start with. Now Judy and I have two credit cards–we use one for gas (which pays us 5% for every dollar we spend) and the other credits us with travel miles for Delta. Both are paid in full each month and by the way when we can’t pay them off–out come the scissors.

So what is the point of this little financial lesson. It is all about sin. You see, like the debt became bigger and bigger because of interest so sin grows bigger and bigger. The old song says that sin will take you further than you want to go, make you pay more that you want to pay and stay longer than you want to stay. No matter how enticing sin seems–remember there is always a payment due and it can be big…real big.

God made a way through faith in His Son Jesus whereby our sins can be paid in full–forgiven. But the fact is we will still sin in this imperfect world and while God removes the penalty of that sin–the consequences–the interest if you will–remains. Satan will surely lie to you and try to convince you that a little sin never hurt anyone. Really? Well, once again remember that little sin nailed Jesus to the cross.

Be wise friend–both with your finances and with your sin. The bondage of debt and the guilt and shame of sin are two masters you don’t need. Don’t walk–run away–run to your Dearest Daddy who loved you too much to leave you in your sin and loves you too much to face that hot mess alone. He is waiting to help. Gratefully and always, He’s got this.  Bro. Dewayne

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New Every Morning

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “Because of the LORD’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness!” Lamentations 3:23-24

 ¡Hola! Soy una petunia mexicana. So on one of our recent journeys, my wife Judy made an essential stop at a local nursery to buy some plants for our yard. When we are in the south, whether it is as far south as Georgia or as close as Murray, Kentucky, we need to check out two things–what houses are for sale and what plants can we bring home. In this case, we were in Alabama at a Lowes and she brought home a petunia mexicana. In case you don’t speak Spanish (I don’t) the opening line says, “Hello! I am a Mexican petunia.”

So it turns out that our transplanted friend loves Southern Illinois–probably because it is southern. She carefully planted it in a large pot filled with Miracle Grow potting soil and the rest is history. In the few weeks that she has been in our backyard, she has just flourished. The greenery is green and lush but the best part are the blooms. Here’s how it goes. The day begins with it being covered with petite bluish purple blooms. They last the day and then they are done. By evening all that is left is the lush greenery. But there is a surprise coming.

You see, the next morning as the sunrises, new blooms appear. The whole plant is once again covered. It really is just beautiful. At the end of the day the whole process starts over again. But as sure as sunshine, the blooms are there and beautiful. It reminds me of one of my favorite scriptures. You see, in Lamentations 3:23-24 we read, “Because of the LORD’s faithful love we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness!” Did you see it?  Just like the Mexican petunia provides a fresh bouquet of flowers each day, so God in His marvelous grace provides a bouquet of mercy. How about that.

Just as He provided manna each morning for the children of Israel, so He provides His mercy for us each and everyday. He is always faithful and always right on time. The Hebrew even suggests that it isn’t just any old mercy…it is the mercy that we will need for that particular day. I find that so assuring and so amazing.

So if you want to come by 217 and check out our Mexican friend, feel free to. She is at her best in the morning–just like God’s mercies. God bless you today as you journey with Him. And always remember, “Recuerda que, pase lo que pase, ¡él puede con esto!” Oh, in case you are wondering that says, “Remember no matter what, He’s got this!” Bro. Dewayne

Posted in Grace, life, patience, prayer, Scripture, Trials

Hot Days, Flat Tires…and Grace

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit.” Psalm 34:18

OK, get your tissues out for a really, really sad story.  So, it was a Saturday afternoon and I was coming back from Marion.  It was hot…now I don’t mean unpleasantly warm or the kinda hot that may test your deodorant a little.  It was sweat through your shirt, man you stink hot. I was rounding a curve, tootling a long and minding my own business when I heard a funny “road” noise.  It only took about two seconds to recognize that sound–I had a FLAT tire.  I immediately whipped to the side of the load, stopped and said, “Well what are we going to do now?”  I mean I knew what to do but I also knew I didn’t want to do it.

So, I got out of the car, and yes, it was hot and starting looking at the tires.  Tire #1, good; tire #2, good; Tire #3, good; tire #4, flat–but only on one side.  So I went to the rear of the van, popped the tailgate and found the jack–the one that had never been used and held in place by a nut that had been torqued to the point of no return at the factory.  As I tried to loosen it, it soon wasn’t the only thing that was torqued.   

After much effort, I got the jack out, loosened the lug nuts and jacked the van up enough to locate the spare under the rear of the van.  It appeared to be held in place by a giant wing nut that hadn’t been loosened…ever.  I beat on it for about 15 minutes slowly turning it around and wishing the guy that designed it would have a massive kidney stone.

Finally I came to my senses and said, “Maybe, I should read the directions.”  Well, I did and I discovered the guy didn’t deserve a kidney stone after all.  You see, Ford had put a nut inside the van in the cargo area.  As you turned that nut with the lug wrench, it gently lowered the tire to the ground.  Hmmmm…how about that?

Well, I got the spare out and as I was jacking up the van the rest of way, God sent a young man to help me finish the job.  Thank you, Lord. So, while I still had a very flat tire, while I was drenched in sweat (and even jammed my thumb–this is where the tissues come in), and while I was still very, very hot…if I had just read the directions my experience would have been a whole lot less painful.  If only I had read the directions….

Do you think it is possible that our lives would be a whole lot less painful if we would read and follow the directions for life–God’s Word?  Let me answer my own question with a resounding YES.  There would still be bumps…and flat tires…but we would face them with a wisdom, knowledge and understanding that can only come from God–through His Word.  Now, notice that important word…follow.  It is not enough to just read, you have to do.  Imagine me reading the instruction book and then continuing to beat on that piece of metal under the van.  I thought I was right but guess what?  I was wrong.

So since it is a fact that we are going to have bumps and flats, why not turn to the one who knows all about flats and frustrations. Why not ask Him for some good, Godly advice? The good news is He is willing, He is able and He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne

Posted in Family, friends, Grace, gratitude, loving others, prayer, Scripture

Church: Different Sizes–Same God

Posted on by Dewayne Taylor

 “For as we have many members in one body, but all the members do not have the same function, so we, being many, are one body in Christ, and individually members of one another.” Romans 12:4-5

Amazing Grace…how sweet the sound. So since my retirement on June 1, 2024, I occasionally preach at other churches. By choice my name is not on the official “pulpit supply” list rather I simply wait and if a church calls and it works on my calendar, I usually will fill in. Supply preaching is interesting for several reasons–the first being the opportunity to worship with other churches. Invariably the churches that need a guy to “fill the pulpit” are small–some are very small.

At least twice I have shared this great truth. I tell them to remember that it is not the size of the church that matters but rather the size of the God in the church. I was preaching this last Sunday and I shared that the same God that works in a mega, mega church is the same God that works in a church running under twenty. Same God.

I preached Sunday at a church that probably runs about twenty or twenty-five people. I like the fact that it is a folksy kind of church. The people are friendly and non assuming. The atmosphere gives me that same feeling I get when I put on my favorite sweatshirt on a cool fall night. Warm and comfortable. They begin their Sunday morning service the same way every Sunday–by reciting the pledge to the American flag, the Christian flag and then the Bible. There is just something about that that warms my soul. Three great reminders–we should thank God for our country, we should thank Jesus for dying for us and we should thank God for His word. Check. Check. Check.

The songs that we sing there are from an old hymn book that we actually used in our youth choir back in the seventies. It is called the Inspirational Hymnbook (followed by a number). The songs are old yet soul stirring. I was surprised how satisfying I found these songs. Oh, I still love the new stuff but the old stuff reminds me that the words of truth that carried me then can still carry me now. I appreciate that a lot. I like that a lot.

I’ve done the church thing all my life even before I became a Jesus follower in 1967. The churches I attended and even the ones that I pastored were as varied as the names on their signs. Churches are different because people are different. There are a few constants that should be noted–like love God and love people– but just like people’s personalities are different so are churches and do you know what? That is just ok. We are blessed to have so many places to worship here in America. We just need to remember that it really is all about Him and that no matter what–He’s got that. Bro. Dewayne