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

Friday, April 20, 2012


Mercy is defined as the gift of compassion.
Have you ever put together a list of "acts of compassion"?
Here is a little taste.

Chose to overlook some careless words by others.
Mow someones yard that is having a hard time.
Visit a widow
Visit an orphan child and make them feel special.
Eat with someone not in the "In" crowd.
Sit with someone who seems all alone.
Invite a new person to join in with you.
Get on your knees and talk to a child.
Forgive a debt.
Send a gift to someone you know is having a hard time.
Lend a hand.
Give something to a person in need.
Try to leave a gift anonymously.
Pray for those who hurt you.
Give a ride.
Read to a child.
Surprise someone with kindness.

Show compassion (mercy) to others because God has continually shown His mercy to you.
listen to what Peter says:
1 Peter 2:12
Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.
Now start your list.
In Him
J. Tom Washburn

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Passports and Borders

As I was travelling in the plane the other day, I noticed there were no lines on the earth that distinguished states and countries like there are on my map. Those lines on my map seem important to me, they define my identity. Those lines tell me if I am a Texan or an Okie, those lines determine my nationality, those lines seem so important that surely you should be able to see them from the sky, from the heavens. As I looked from the plane, the only lines I could see were those created from years of erosion and and the power of creation.
How often do we draw artificial lines? How often do we restrict our vision? How often do we receive our identity from an artificial location?
We need the lofty view of heaven, we need to see with God's eyes. The gospel is not limited to my town, my state, or even my country. The gospel is meant for His world, the world that was made without lines, without passports. His gospel was meant to be shared with the rich and the poor, the dark and the light, the male and the female, the young and the old, the healthy and the sick, the good and the bad, the lost.
Don't get caught up in the lie of the lines on the map. Those lines may be good for taxing, but they should not hold us back from sharing.
In Him
J. Tom Washburn

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The World Keeps On Changing

It was nice when I was little. I knew my dad was better than your dad. I knew there would be food on the table every evening at 5:30. I knew, no matter what, that as long as my dad was there I was going to be ok.
Now that I am older, my dad has gone to be with my Father and while some things have changed, some things will never change. I know my Father is great and worthy of praise. I know my Father knows my needs and cares for me. I know my Father is with me, no matter what and at the end of this life, He will welcome me home.
In Him
J. Tom Washburn