Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Mary's Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb His fleece was white as snow And everyone should know this Lamb He is The Son of God. He taught us how to live and love and then He had to go He died upon a cross one day To pay that awful cost. The sins that no one else could see were nailed upon His tree But death was no the end of Him He Rose to Victory. J. Tom Washburn July 2019

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Same place, same lesson

Now that I am back I want all of you to know that I see Jesus in an all new way. I always knew Christ came to forgive sins, what I didn't really understand is that everything about His life was meant to teach me something about God and about how I can live to glorify God. I have made two trips to Israel in the past three years and it opened my eyes to the way jesus taught. I hope over the next few post to be able to share with you some of the great lessons Jesus taught at the same place over and over again.

Welcome Home

It has been years since my last post. There are a few things that I need to share. Since the last time I posted a blog, I have become a grandfather and God has remained faithful. That seems to be the theme of my life - God has remained faithful. I wish I could say I have always been faithful to God, but that would not be true. I wish I could say I have not sinned, but that would not be true. The truth of the matter is this, there have been times of fear and faithlessness, there have been seasons of silence in prayer and I have fallen short of the holy life I am called to live. The good news and the surprising news about God is this, He has been faithful even when I was not. He answered my prayers that I never offered and He welcomes me back home without a condemning look of judgement. In fact, He welcomes me back home with a joyful shout of celebration.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Being a Disciple of Jesus Christ

It has been a very long time since I have written anything, so I thought I would restart my blog. Over the past year I have become convicted that as disciples of Jesus Christ we should learn what it means to be a disciple. After much thought and study I have come to some simple truths. First, I believe a disciple of Jesus Christ needs to have the heart and passion of Christ. We know a disciple is to have a heart and passion for Christ, but I am thinking about having the heart and passion of Christ. How many times in scripture do you see the words "and He had compassion for them"? Jesus cared for the hurting, and as disciples we too must care for the hurting. The teachings of Matthew 25 keep ringing in my ear "whatever you did" for one of these you did for me. I know the scripture teaches that "By this will all men know that you are my disciples, if you love one another" how about loving those God has put in our path, isn't that also a testimony of a believer and a disciple of Jesus Christ? I believe we have, at times, focused only on the spiritual side of the good news and we have been silent in the area of temporal sharing. The mission is too important for us to be silent - too many hurting people need help before they will be able to hear - it is time to share His love. In Him J. Tom Washburn

Friday, August 30, 2013


Recently I was visiting with my brother Mike and he gave me a thought that has stayed on my mind. Mike said we need to live with margins in our lives. Too may people live to the very edge of their lives. Our schedule's have no room in them, our budgets have no room in them, our days have no room in them. We have filled up the page of our days and our lives and we have left no margins. When we live with no margins we have no room for the people God unexpectedly puts in our path and we have no resources for the opportunities that unexpectedly arise. As I have thought about living life with margins - I have noticed that this is not how the hurried families in our community and churches live. We run from here to there and we wonder why God doesn't seem to be using us. We fall into bed each night to tired to pray or even to think on the things of God and we wonder why He seems so far away. I desire for God to be at the very center of my life but I don't even seem to have space for Him in the margins because I have filled my life up with everything else but God and the things He wants me doing. It is hard to stop - It is hard to say no to "good" things. But I know the way most of us are doing life is not the plan of God. Margins - who knew.

Friday, December 7, 2012

The best is yet to come

There’s an old story about an elderly woman who was told by her physician that she probably wouldn’t live much longer. Soon there after, she called in her family to discuss her funeral arrangements. They talked about how the service would be, where she would be buried, what kind of casket would be used, etc. As the conversation was winding down, the woman remarked, “There’s one thing that’s very important: I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.” Her children were understandably puzzled by that remark, and one of them couldn’t contain his curiosity. “Mom,” he said, “what are you talking about?” “I remember eating with my family when I was a young girl,” the woman began, “Each of us would help clear away the dishes. Every once in a while, mom would tell us, ‘Save your fork!’ We children knew what that meant. It meant that mom had fixed us a pie or a cake or some sort of treat. When she said ‘Save your fork!’, that meant the best was yet to come. So I want to be buried with a fork in my hand, for the best is yet to come!” This is a great story that I found that I thought you might enjoy

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

I wish you were My little girl

I found this article and I wanted to share it with you Mary Ann Bird, in her memoir entitled The Whisper Test, tells of the power of words of acceptance in her own life. She was born with multiple birth defects: deaf in one ear, a cleft palate, a disfigured face, a crooked nose, lopsided feet. As a child, Mary Ann suffered not only these physical impairments but also the emotional damage inflicted by other children. “Oh, Mary Ann,” her classmates would say, “what happened to your lip?” “I cut it on a piece of glass,” she would lie. One of her worst experiences at school, she reported, was the day of the annual hearing test. The teacher would call each child to her desk, and the child would cover first one ear, and then the other. The teacher would whisper something to the child like “The sky is blue” or “You have new shoes.” This was “the whisper test”; if the teacher’s phrase was heard and repeated, the child passed the test. To avoid the humiliation of failure, Mary Ann always would cheat on the test, secretly cupping her hand over her one good ear so that she still could hear what the teacher said. One year Mary Ann was in the class of Miss Leonard, one of the most beloved and popular teachers in the school. Every student, including Mary Ann, wanted to be noticed by her, wanted to be her pet. Then came the day of the dreaded hearing test. When her turn came, Mary Ann was called to the teacher’s desk. As Mary Ann cupped her hand over her good ear, Miss Leonard leaned forward to whisper. “I waited for those words,” Mary Ann wrote, “that God must have put into her mouth, those seven words that changed my life.” Miss Leonard did not say to Mary Ann, “The sky is blue” or “You have new shoes.” What she whispered was, “I wish you were my little girl.” In Him J. Tom Washburn