Safe Place with Ruth Graham

After days of heavy rain the sunshine has arrived! I feel like  a mole coming out form its hole and blinking at the brightness he finds above ground. (But I think moles are blind…)

But I am not blind and what I was living with so blithely in the dark, gray, rain and fog I now see so plainly in the sunlight. Yikes! My dust bunnies had babies! My dust is casting shadows in the sun. I had no idea I was tolerating so much dirt! And dust bunnies collect stuff like hair – my gray curly hair, my cat’s ever-shedding fur and no telling how many dead skin cells not to mention the grass clippings. Yuck.

How much my life is like that. I let stuff grow in the dark of neglect, self, worry, fear – stuff that isn’t pretty. Downright disgusting. I gathers like those dust bunnies on my floor. And ugly stuff attaches to it – pretty soon it is not only visible to me but to others.

Last week I had the exterminator came – I was invaded by little, as in tiny, black ants. Usually they show up in Spring and I spray for them but someone told me they could cause wood damage. That was news to me so to be doubly sure I had my exterminator come out. He came promptly and began to examine around the edges of my floors, counters and behind the curtains…with a big, bright spotlight! Oh my! That was an eye-opener! It was all exposed. Unpleasant.

Remember when I told you what I thought God looked like – a brilliant, dazzling light? Well, just imagine His light shinning into all the dark, hidden places of your life and mine. It won’t be pretty. We many try to hide but it won’t work. And there is no amount of spring cleaning I can do to get myself clean enough to stand in God’s light. Nothing. I am doomed. We all are.

But hold on! We just celebrated Good Friday and Easter. God has provided the perfect cleaning agent. The blood of Jesus. And then He has  provided a perfect robe of righteousness  – His righteousness – for us to wear.

It’s not up to us. What a great God and Savior we have!


This story is told in Nikolai Arsenic’s book, Mysticism in the East:

Comrade Lunachatsky was lecturing in Moscow’s largest assembly hall shortly after the Bolshevik Revolution. His theme was, “Religion: Opium of the People.” All the Christian mysteries are but myths, he said, supplanted by the light of science, Marxist science is the light that more than substitutes for the legends of Christianity. Lunachatsky spoke at great length. When he finished, he was so pleased with himself that he asked if anyone in the audience of some seven thousand had anything to add. A twenty-six-year-old Russian Orthodox priest, just ordained, stepped forward. First he apologized to the commissar for his ignorance and awkwardness. The commissar looked at him scornfully: “I’ll give you two minutes, no more.” “I won’t take very long,” the priest assured him. He mounted the platform, turned to the audience, and in a loud voice declared, “Christ is risen!” As one man the vast audience roared in response, “He is truly risen!”.

May your heart and mine rejoice in the fact of His glorious resurrection!

He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!


I noticed a message on my cell phone asking the question, “What’s so good about Good Friday?”

That’s a great question!

We live on this side of the resurrection so we know “the rest of the story”. The disciples didn’t. When they witnessed the brutality of the crucifixion and watched Jesus die then put Him in the tomb; they thought it was over. It was not a good Friday. It wasn’t a good day.

All the hopes and expectations they had in Jesus had been nailed to the cross and buried in the tomb. They couldn’t begin to imagine how life would go on. How could they have been so misguided? Pain. Heartbreak. Self-doubt. Self-Condemnation. Especially for Peter who had sworn that he didn’t even know Jesus, his best friend. How could he have done that?

Well, we ask those questions because we have the benefit of knowing Sunday was on it’s way!

But if we can put ourselves in their place…what would we have thought? It would have been a horrible Friday. The worst.

They didn’t know the Resurrection was around the corner. Yes, Jesus had told them. They were slow to believe. We would have been, too. We still are.

What has Jesus told you that you have not yet believed? Make this your Good Friday!

Good Friday is good because we know Jesus’ death open the way for us to know God personally. He died to wash away our sins. Totally. We can begin again! That’s good news for a hurting world. There is hope!

Yes. It’s a Good Friday!

Last week, in my post, I said there were only 4 references to the finger of God. But I failed to mention the one that got me thinking about it in the first place!!

I was reading Psalm 8 and came to verse 3, it says, “When I consider Thy heavens and the work of Thy fingers…”

I stopped to think about that: “The work of Thy fingers”. The heavens – all the planets, all the galaxies – ours is just one among billions – were fashioned by God’s own fingers! That is mind-blowing! What kind of fingers can create stars and planets? Not to mention galaxies!

Then consider that you and I are handmade by God, too. The same fingers that formed the universe made a decision before any of it was created, to make you! God Himself chose to make you and put you in your family at this time is history. And when He made you, He gave you a purpose.

Do you know what your God-given purpose is? If not, ask Him to show you you – to reveal it to you in a way you can understand. Then ask Him to help you fulfill that purpose.