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Susan Bergeman is a runner, but not an ordinary runner. Instead, when she runs, she pushes her brother in a wheelchair. Bergeman’s brother Jeffery suffered a cardiac arrest as a 22-month-old infant. The episode left him with brain damage and cerebral palsy. Susan wanted to keep him involved. She knew Jeffrey loved to watch the runners compete. So, as a runner, Susan decided to get her brother in a race. She pushes his wheelchair. Sometimes it is difficult. Susan says when the hills come, she will “push away the pain and focus on him enjoying it.” Few will push wheelchairs while running a cross country race. But that should not stop us from doing something comparable but on a different scale. Paul counseled, “Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.” (Galatians 6:2) All of us have our disabilities when we need someone to help. Look around because someone has a burden that requires a caring companion to shoulder with them. It may not be a wheelchair, but others need it just as Jeffrey needed his sister. Whose burden can you help carry? -Robert G. Taylor-

Something is strange about Apu Sarker. This son of a farmer in Bangladesh has none of the swirls and ridges we call fingerprints. His father had no prints, as did his grandfather. It is a genetic mutation found rarely. And Apu lacks fingerprints as well. When the nation issued national ID cards, they required a thumbprint to be included. No one knew what to do. Finally, they issued a card that said, “NO FINGERPRINT.” Our fingerprints are unique. Today, they are used to open phones, computers, and doors. Without fingerprints, identity is lost. Paul wanted the prints of Jesus in his life. He told the Philippians: “that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death,” (Philippians 3:10) Paul knew the world would not believe the message if the Christians lacked his prints in their lives. What does your life look like? Does it bear God’s imprint in all that you do? -Robert G. Taylor-

We arrive back in the last week of November. The crisp air whispers to the leaves to begin their freefall. And with it brings Thanksgiving, our annual time to remember to give thanks. Songs encourage us to “count our blessings.” Paintings of pilgrims' hands folded in prayer grace blog posts. The question of the hour is, “what are you thankful for?” Each person has something to be thankful for. Jesus demonstrated that. In Luke 17, Jesus encounters a vagabond group of outsiders. They are lepers banished from society lest they afflict their brethren. They cry, “have mercy on us.”   And Jesus heals them, and they run for the priest to pronounce them clean. We know the story. A single one returns, and Jesus is both puzzled and amazed. “Then one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, praising God with a loud voice; and he fell on his face at Jesus’ feet, giving him thanks. Now he was a Samaritan.” (Luke 17:15–16) In that verse is the heart of gratitude. A person cannot be thankful for what he has. He can only be grateful for what he has been given. Grace and gratitude intertwined at heart. So as the turkey is carved and potatoes passed, don’t think about what you have. Remember what you have received from the Lord. Happy Thanksgiving. -Robert G. Taylor-

During the pandemic, essential workers kept America alive. One of those was New Yorker Gustavo Ajeche. Gustavo immigrated from Guatemala in 2004 and started to rebuild his life. By day he works construction. When he leaves that job, he goes to his second job, delivering food to New York’s financial district. His wife was a nanny for a Manhattan family. Gustavo has little but responsibilities. He cares for his family and supports an extended family in Guatemala. His jobs bring him little recognition until the pandemic hit. Then, he and other essential workers proved their worth. He said, “The pandemic was hard, but it taught me I can help. I would come home exhausted, but hearing ‘gracias” or ‘God bless you,’ that was beautiful. I’ll never forget my roots in Guatemala. I struggled for my community. But I feel like a real New Yorker now.” We need a “well done” from time to time. It is the oxygen of the soul. That’s why Jesus reminded those who labored for the kingdom not to give up. A day would come that would make it worth it all. In what we call the parable of the talents, a simple servant hears the words of praise from God himself. “His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’” (Matthew 25:21) Life can be difficult, and Christianity is challenging at times. But we live for a time when God himself will say, “well done.” Keep going! -Robert G. Taylor-

Stop and listen and experience. Something astounding is happening to you. You are breathing. Each day we take 20,000 breaths. Each breath brings oxygen and carbon dioxide into balance to keep life going. And it affects not only the lungs but your brain as well. With each deep breath, our heart rate drops and calms us down. The breath is the very essence of our life. When it stops, life begins to cease. This fundamental aspect of life applies to God. Paul wrote Timothy: “All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness,” (2 Timothy 3:16) When we read the text of the Bible, we have the rhythmic exhalation of God’s mind. We can absorb it and live. Remember that we are alive because we breathe, but we have eternal life because God did. Listen to God’s breath. -Robert G. Taylor-

Norman Bridwell wrote a dog story. It was not an ordinary story but one about a giant red dog. The name of the book is Clifford, the Big Red Dog. It’s a story for children, but this bedtime storybook affects people as they grow into adulthood. Bridwell gets fan mail and tries to answer each letter. One even pushed him to dedicate one of his books to a child whom he never met. What would motivate such an action? Bridwell explained: “He struck me as being very special. His mother later wrote and told me that the dedication made him feel like a star.” Everyone needs to feel like a star. Lost in a world of nameless faces, we want someone to notice, care, and love. That’s what God does for us. He puts every human being in the spotlight. “But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:8) While it is true that Jesus died for the world, it’s much more intimate than that. He died for you, to take away your sins, to make you his child. While a dog story can help a child feel like a star, Christ gives each one even more. God loves you, yes, you! -Robert G. Taylor-

The world has 14 mountain peaks over 26,000. Many seek to climb them all. Yet, only 44 people have climbed all fourteen. One of them is Ed Viesturs. In 1993, Ed, without the help of supplemental oxygen, achieved the “central summit” of the 14th-highest peak. It was close enough to count. But across a narrow spine of 300 feet was the true summit of the mountain. Yet, it seemed suicidal to try. It took eight more years and a dozen more climbs before Ed inched his way to the true summit. As Australian explorer Damien Gildea said, “People are stopping short because it’s too hard. And I say, that’s not really a good excuse for a climber.” Do you climb as high as you can go? Paul was a climber. He gave up fame and family approval to pursue Christ and preach the gospel. He did it because something was more than “good enough.” He told the Philippians: “Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:13–14) Has your faith grown into a convenience comfortableness? Perhaps you have decided that “far enough” is enough for God. Yet, if you are a genuine spiritual climber, ask yourself if that's a good excuse. Where are you on the mountain of spiritual growth today? -Robert G. Taylor-