Babies Are Waste

Babies are waste apparently in the UK. Hospitals are using the remains of aborted and miscarried babies to actually heat hospitals in  “waste-to-energy” plants.

Tonight, a news outlet over there (Channel 4, Dispatches) will be covering what many hospitals have been doing.

The Telegraph article: Aborted Babies Incinerated to Heat Hospitals 

We might as well go back to the Roman coliseum. People are sick.


New Year Thinking

A new year is a gift in my opinion. It’s clean and fresh, and at the start, I haven’t had much time to do dumb things. But there’s something different about the start of this year. I am happier with life and very excited about what may be in store. I don’t feel crushed by own goals for once. That’s nice. I still have goals for sure: X-amount of books to read, write everyday, read my Bible through before summer, start piano lessons back (that one’s been on the list for about 15 years now). Somewhere in my head its been decided I will be okay if all this doesn’t happen.

I also have thought more about what God has done for me than I normally do at the beginning of a year.  Usually,  it’s what I plan on doing for him better than before. I’ve been walking with Jesus for about 20 years now and it’s always the same ole on January 1st –the focus is on me.  I have been given perfect righteousness through Jesus and I am overwhelmingly thankful for this.  I just have to keep praying about everything and try to remember he doesn’t get sick of hearing it all. It’s hard not to imagine God being like yourself, you know?

I have joyous hope bubbling inside that I know Jesus and he knows me. What else matters for my soul other than this truth? I want more than I can stand for my friends to find this is the truth for their soul too. I want to do everything I can to help them find it.

I have an outline for how I hope the story of my life will turn out. I’m sure it will be quite different than what I have imagined because God is good with tricks and sleeves.

So this 2014 has been pretty great these four days. I pray this year for spiritual maturity and that love may abound for you and me.


It’s Not Too Late: Finish 2013 Strong in Faith

This year has been quite a doozy. Lot’s has happened, which I am sure all of us can say. Looking back over the last 11 months I can see the spiritual battle that has been taking place in my own life. Because of the difficulty, I can let the negative take over 2013 if I am not careful; and that would not be something that gives glory to God.

Unfortunately, I have a severe struggle with being a pessimistic Peggy. So, instead of letting hopelessness and despair take the year into its history book, I am going to pray like crazy for the remaining 24 days. Pray that God will give me and you strength to finish out this year in a pleasing fashion to him. That we will let thankfulness ooze from our hearts instead of anxiousness. God has been faithful to us even when we were not faithful to him. He is always true to his character, “Merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness, keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, but who will by no means clear the guilty” (Exodus 34:6-7, ESV). We do not have to be guilty, friends. Our guilt can be washed clean by the blood of the lamb. He has a made a way for us. With that news, how can any year be given to the evilness of despair and hopelessness–no matter how tough?

Join me in praying for these last 24 days. Grow our faith, Father and help us to trust your work in our lives.


A Humble Story

Three and a half years ago, I was a selfish wife, proficient church critic and believer of 17 years. I was theologically wounded from fights I had instigated and good for another rumble, to be honest.  Also, my own damaging sin was a very close history.

I was in desperate need of love. Desperate need to have God’s Word preached to me over and over and over and over. Desperate need of community. Desperate need of repentance.

Let me introduce you to a2 Church: lively, loving, rockin’, fun, real. So very real. These people were desperate for Jesus. That was obvious.  I loved it, but unfortunately I was moving away at the end of the year.

With twists and turns that are as ugly as life gets, I returned to a2 summer of 2011 in the worse shape of my life—slap broken-hearted and dealing with the consequences from years of selfish decisions.

a2 Church was my hospital.

It is hard to fully explain how well this church has cared for me. From my first visit all the way to this very day, November 13, 2013, it has cared for my life and soul without ever wearing out.

I am no longer broken. My marriage is totally restored. I am not in theological shambles, and I love Jesus more today than I have ever before.

My life is utterly mundane for sure. I never wanted it to be that way. If you know me, you know I am of the dramatic fashion. Yet, I understand Jesus better, God’s provision and faithfulness. His pursuit of His creation is relentless. Relentless love.  Friends, I am growing.

God has used His church once again to bring in a wondering sheep.

I love you a2. I love you Chris and Janet, our fearless leaders. I love you sweet friends. Let’s not forget how desperate we are for God. You know our mission of leading people into a life changing relationship with Jesus has nothing to do with our building or talent or cover song. Let’s beg God to help us love our new community well and to surround us with His presence. God help us become more like you.

If you will allow me a few more seconds of your time…

Some of you reading this today are in need of Jesus, a church family, repentance. I welcome you to a church with dangerous love. The grace this church can offer you is the risky grace of God.

Please do not expect perfection. Please do not expect perfection.

Expect love that can change your life and truth that will clean it up.


A Bad Case of “Individualitis”

Below you will find a 40 minute message given by Andrew Wilson. I’ve never heard of him, but he just punched me right in the gut. A nasty habit of thought, that is seemingly rooted very deeply in my heart, has come crashing to the surface. It’s called “individualitis,” and here’s how it looks in my life:

I am scared to death I will amount to nothing in this world and my name will be forgotten. I’ll even Christianize it for you…I am scared I will not make huge strides for God’s Kingdom.  I am drowning in my own head because of this anti-community, self-absorbed way of thinking. I’m suffocating under this pressure to change my surrounding world. Change it!

Simply put, ordinary is failure. I can’t be ordinary–what can God do with that?

Arrogance, pride, unbiblical understanding of God, his church, my identity, my role…these are just a few problems that result from individualitis.  I will contemplate these things for many months ahead. But now I strongly encourage you to take 40 minutes and listen to this message. It’s the best I’ve ever heard…but maybe because I needed to hear it so badly.

Winner of Book Giveaway Announced

Congratulations to The Crunchy Christian (Thailer and Amber) for winning the book Passport Through Darkness from last week’s giveaway, celebrating Make Way Partners’ 10 year anniversary.

I encourage you to check out their adoption story. It is so good!

There are more giveaways coming, so don’t miss out! Just follow Servant Living and you will automatically be entered.

Hair and Eyelashes

I have a confession. I am terribly concerned about the way I look, and this is not pleasing to God.

Last week, Robert came with me to get my hair cut (dumb). Actually, it was a good thing because he helped me realize how important my looks are to me. Every time I cut my hair the result is more mirror time. Serious mirror time. If it is a good haircut I am in a super happy mood; if it doesn’t turn out so well (like the time my head looked like a mushroom) unhappiness, misery and stomach pains ensue. I am vain. Period.

I know for a fact I am not alone in this struggle. I can attempt to make the conviction not as painful by shifting some blame on our culture and blah blah blah. The truth is, God is not pleased with a self-absorbed Christian. Is God brought more glory when I meditate on his word, or when I dwell on the style of my hair or the length of my eyelashes? He is pleased when my heart yearns for purity and righteousness (Matt. 5:6,8). When I am broken by how ugly my hearts is apart from him, he is compassionate and merciful (Psalm 51:17). This is hard to admit, but far too many days am I concerned by my outer appearance and the condition of my heart doesn’t even cross my mind. This is a shame and not godly.

Other than getting ready in the morning for my day and making sure I look presentable, as a redeemed child of Holy God, devoting much more time than this in front of a mirror is putting zero use to what Jesus has done for me. (This does not include taking care of my body. Clearly, I’m not being so extreme as to say time at the gym is a waste.) My time and focus are all that I have to offer him. So, it may not seem like a big thing to some–it’s just a little vanity after all. In my experience though, the more time I spend focusing on myself (no matter the reason) the less likely I am to focus on my husband, my friends, my church. Little steps take me from a servant attitude towards a serve-me one. How subtly I am wasting the work of the cross.

Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things;
and give me life in your ways.
(Psalm 119:37 ESV)