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Don’t Take the Bait–Don’t Be the Bait

 “Get rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, as well as all types of evil behavior. Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God through Christ has forgiven you.” Ephesians 4:31-32

They wandered into the blue blob. Most of us, if not all of us, have experienced those pesky little black ants that find their way into our homes. I suppose they are looking for food but sometimes I think they are just trying to be annoying. Let me explain. I was visiting my sister who lives in Georgia and I noticed she had a little blue thing on the window seal. What was a little more odd is that this little blue thing on the window seaI was in the bathroom. I also noticed that this little blue thing was really popular with those pesky little black ants. They would go into the thingy, visit a while and leave. Well I assumed that the little blue thingy was ant poison but much to my surprise no one was dying. What!?!

Well,  I finally asked my sister what was going on–after all, I hated for her to waste her money feeding ants. She explained that what was in the little blue thing was in fact poison but this one worked differently. You see, the ants would taste the poison, like it and then take it back to their hometown. Then, all the ants would have a taste and then they would all get sick and croak–you know kick the bucket. How ingenious! If they had died immediately when they ate the poison only a few would have died but this way the whole bunch died. It kinda reminds me of the garden of Eden and Adam and Eve. Satan tricked them, they sinned and their sin was passed on to all of mankind.

Satan was pretty smart then and guess what? He is pretty smart now. He loves to lure people into the poison business not just so they will be affected but that others will too. Let me give you two big pieces of advice. First, if you are a Jesus follower, stay alert for the poison of this world. Satan and those that follow him will do everything they can to spread their poison. They love to make a lie sound like the truth (remember the garden?) They also will make their values sound like just the right thing for you. Be aware.

One more thing. Don’t take the bait but also don’t become the bait. I think to often Jesus people bring the world’s poison with them to church. And, if we are not careful, the church begins to smell and act just like the world. Their values become the church’s values. Their way of business becomes the church’s way of business too. Someone said the problem just might be that there is too much of the world in the church. Remember we are too infect with world with the gospel rather than being infected with the world.

The world needs Jesus but the if they are going to hear and believe the message then we are going to have to stay clear of the poison and stay clean from it’s actions and attitudes. Sometimes the poison of Satan and sin can seem pretty tasty–but it is all a ruse. God gave us His Word to give us the wisdom to avoid the ways and poison of Satan. If you need help avoiding the bait–just ask your Dearest Daddy and He will direct you and help you. He’s got this.  Bro. Dewayne

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Baits, Hooks and Bill

A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need.” Proverbs 17:17

His name was Bill, and he was an investor—in people.  When Judy and I landed in Warrensburg, Missouri via God, and the Air Force we began attending First Baptist Church.  For us God and the church thing was an all-in deal so soon we were singing in the choir, attending church, and going to Sunday School. Our Bible Study teachers were Bill and Edith Hensley, and they were a class act.  The time we spend in their class was rich in every way imaginable.  We build friendships and did life together.  It seemed that whether you were in the Air Force like I was or a professor at the local university or a lawyer, it just didn’t matter.  We were pilgrims journeying with each other and with Jesus and it was good.

Bill was a lawyer by trade and a disciple-maker by faith.  He believed in Jesus, believed the Bible, and believed in people—including me.  I’m not sure how it happened but he kinda adopted me and began investing in me by teaching me about fishing, hunting, and growing in my faith.  He loved to fish.  He would often call the house and say, “What time is it?”  Now it might be time to wash the car or time to mow the grass, but I knew what the answer was.  “It’s time to go fishing” I would reply and in about 30 minutes I would be in his pickup truck heading to some pond to see if we could catch a bass or two.

That was the case one late summer evening.  We had the boat out in a small pond.  Things had been slow, and the sun was just about to call it a day.  Bill suggested that I make a cast or two more toward the shore.  He pointed out a log that just broke the surface about three feet from land.  I gave the rod a swing and amazingly that ole hula-popper landed right up next to that log.  A hula-popper is a soft lure that sounds just like a wounded frog when you pull up on the rod.  I pulled up on the rod and heard the familiar gurgling sound.  Nothing happened.

I gave it another tug and two things happened.  First there was a small splashing sound and second the lure stopped dead in the water.  At first, I thought I had snagged the log, but I soon realized I had hooked a pretty good size bass.  Now since it was late summer the water was a bit cool so there wasn’t this epic battle—you know, man against whale.  Instead, it was like reeling in a big piece of wood.  Of course, there was a tug here or there but whatever was on the other end of the rod wasn’t up for much of a fight.

Before long the fish was beside the boat and Bill got the net and bought him on board.  It turned out to be a good-sized fish.  It was a 6.5-pound largemouth bass.  I couldn’t believe it, Bill couldn’t believe it and I am pretty sure the bass couldn’t believe it either.  Well, we snapped a couple of pictures and headed for shore with the bass safely in the fish well.  I asked Bill if I should have him mounted but he said no because I was sure to catch a bigger one someday in the future.  Well, I haven’t and honestly, I believe he knew (because I didn’t know) my Air Force salary couldn’t handle the cost.

Bill and I enjoyed many more fishing trips before I finally moved out of the area and over into Southern Illinois.  I slowly lost touch with Bill and Edith and now they are both in heaven.  I am sure they heard, “well done.”  I can only imagine how many lives they touched.  I do know that night I learned a couple of good lessons.

The first lesson came thanks to that old bass.  I wonder how many “almost” nights he had laid up by that log.  You don’t get to be 6.5 pounds in a few nights or by making bad decisions.  So many a night there he lay and each of those nights he was wise enough to say no when a fisherman came by with a tempting bait.  For some reason that night was different.  It wasn’t that I was an expert, and it wasn’t that the bait seemed that real.  More than likely he just let his guard down and bit the bait.  That night at the cost of his life he learned a valuable lesson.  As Bob Goff puts it, “It is always better to resist the bait than struggle on the hook.”  Now that is good advice. So, in these days that take way too much energy just to do life, don’t get too lax and make a really bad decision.  Resist the bait.

The other lesson was from Bill…the man who invested his time, his wisdom and even some of his resources in a young Air Force sergeant. Bill was simply a good man who loved Jesus.  He was busy but he wasn’t too busy to pour his life into mine.  The Bible says, “A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need.” Bill was that to me and I know that I am a better person for knowing him.

In days like these when it seems the chief topic is survival, don’t get so self-absorbed that you can’t invest in the folks in your world.  There are plenty of people like me who need someone a little wiser to speak into their lives.  Why not be that voice?  That voice may be whispering, “Don’t take the bait” or it might be encouraging someone to trust in the One who is worthy…to trust and rest in the God who made it all.  I think Bill was one of the ones who spoke into my life and helped me believe that I could trust God because, “He’s got this.”  Thanks, Bill.  Bro. Dewayne