A King for These Times

I’m having political and media brain overload. I can’t turn on the TV for fear of another political commercial, so I stopped. I’m avoiding Facebook more than ever and toying with pushing the delete button on that too.

My distraction became a painting project I planned before the weather was too cold. I wanted to work on it outdoors and finished it this week.

I began washing down an old sewing machine cabinet from the 1960’s that had belonged to my Grandmother. It sat downstairs in our family room since she died. The tension button was in pieces and there were no instructions on how to put it back. I had another sewing machine that ran well, so when I had the occasion to sew, I used that one.

Eventually I found a machine shop downtown, and the owner clearly appreciated older machines and put the tension knob back on Grandma’s machine. He cleaned it, added a new belt and it’s humming once again.

The old cabinet…not a pretty picture

Since we were downsizing I though it ridiculous to have two machines but being the sentimental person I am, Grandma’s machine had to stay. There was no question about that…except the ugly cabinet.

The colors

There were layers of dirt covering that old blonde veneer cabinet: years upon years of smoke from my Grandfather’s pipe and cigarettes. It was sad-looking for sure.

I pulled the two drawers out and cleaned them, and inside the drawer casing I saw a brown dust ball. I pulled it out and held it in my hand. I choked, and then tears came…could this be my Grandma’s brown hair?

I held it carefully in my hand and under the faucet I tried to release the dirt from the hair. I studied it… was it pet hair? No, too fine…it was human hair. But how could it get there? What a strange place for hair to collect, but maybe not really. She spent her whole life at a sewing machine in a shoe factory. At home she mended and made clothes on that machine, always keeping it in perfect running order.

The primer

I started with white primer and a paintbrush. The next day I rolled on the first coat of the base color. I was thinking of my Grandmother, and the blog I was struggling with that I put away. I wonder why it caused me so much pain, why it wouldn’t come together, why it was so disjointed.

There was no hope in it!

I felt as if I was only rehearsing all the garbage spewing from the mouths of our media. As I tried to edit, I became more and more sick of the whole thing and pushed the delete button.

What would Grandma think if she came back and saw our world now? So much has changed since 1999 when she left. I know what she would look like; I can see her face. There would be shock in her eyes, she would shake her head, and mumble to herself in Slovak.

I remember what my mother said when we witnessed on TV, the planes crashing into the Twin Towers in New York City, and the Pentagon and the field in Pennsylvania.

“This is the beginning of the end,” said our Mother. What a true statement! How things now resemble a runaway train at breakneck speed, and no one has a clue how to stop it. It seems there’s no turning back.

Politicians think they have the answers: How to control epidemics such as alcoholism, heroin, gambling, pornography, and stop terrorism and gun control. Their answer is education, and if that doesn’t work, they take it upon themselves to use force.
What is this dirt digging all about? While keeping our thoughts off the right things, they hide the truth. Instead, we are only offered distractions.

What if… instead of trying to control effects from moral problems, they began focusing on the WHY of our moral problems? Education starts here: study the Bible, pray for change.

Change comes from the heart!


“The man without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually discerned.” 1 Cor. 2:14


The new look

I’m glad my Grandmother is not here to see these times. Along with these thoughts I pray grace for the future of my children and grandchildren. It is hard, there will be more sadness, but nothing has changed over the course of the ages. We still need the King, just as Adam and Eve did. Christ will turn the hearts aright, and bring them home.

The King of the Universe watches this puny display of human power to play god, and he has patience! He always allows us ‘our space.’ He doesn’t make us believe him: we are not robots.

These politicians do not have the control they think, with their manipulating speeches, millions of dollars, and worldly connections.

We will have the president we need for these times, and may it be that God will revive our nation, and if some will fall on their knees, they will see the Light for the first time.

May it be so!


“For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone…for this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be Lord of both the dead and the living. As it is written: ‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.’”

Rom.14: 7,9-11

What road will you take? To God and life, or ruin and despair?


This is not where I am right now, but this could be a place I want to be.

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” –John Muir


I have never been at Crested Butte on the Schofield Pass, but my brother and his wife have. Two mountain-loving people took these photos. We fondly call them– D & D, and their passion is to explore the West.

In my best moments I sit in awe of  photos like these, but I am not there. In my worst…I think “if only” and then I would be at peace. But my peace is not only found in climbing mountains.

Instead I must find peace in the midst of troubles. I need to live in it and live through it. I don’t think I am alone when I share this. It’s a struggle to be in a place that continually hurts. How can we go on when we are without direction, without love, or in physical pain, or in the deepest grief?

It’s hard work to lay down daily stress if we work at it ourselves.

So don’t work at it.

Don’t focus on it.

Leave the latest news in our country to rest.

Here is a place to meet God. Right here where you are…now.

He is not only in mountains where peace seems to be. We can meet Him in all places that seem most common…

on our way to work,

in the grocery store,

crying alongside a friend in grief,

in loss of a home or job,

or with toddlers on the loose,

in the ordinary everyday…because that is most of life.

We can see God in a smile, a pause, in music, in the most unexpected (which some call coincidence).

Jim Elliott said in a profound quote–“Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living.”

We all must live now, as everyone else, and not hope for a different life. Peace and restlessness do not get on together.

Shut out the noise around you so all you hear is God in a bird song, leaves rustling on a tree, a ticking clock, or a waterfall.


What are men (compared) to rocks and mountains?” ― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice


“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity”–John Muir


He is the Lasting Peace and if you can’t find him, just be still…pause…

He will meet you where you are.