ONE STEP AT A TIME


The steps of a man are established by the LORD,
And He delights in his way.
When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong,
Because the LORD is the One who holds his hand.
-Psalm 37:23-24

ONE STEP AT A TIME
(Mountain View, Cebu)
18″ X 24″ ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
LYNDEUTSCH2010
ORIGINAL PAINTING IS NOT AVAILABLE FOR SALE
Buy canvas prints and greeting cards of Lyn Deutsch’ paintings at:
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BROKEN


When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, she brought an alabaster jar of perfume, and as she stood behind at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.
—-Luke 7:37-38

Life on the streets of Nain was hard. As a prostitute, the lifestyle she once embraced as a source of freedom and pleasure, a way to demonstrate her independence, had become bondage and bitterness. Her life was empty and futile, and the future seemed to hold nothing more than a heartache and cynical hatred. Even though she was familiar with acts of love, her heart had never known a love that captivated her with its purity.

Along with her general hopelessness, a gnawing awareness of the futility of her life was growing within her. She was beginning to understand that the choices she had made were not merely wrong because someone disapproved of them; they were wrong because they were sinful. She discovered that the things that used to bring her pleasure – power over men, the pride of being different from other women, and the reassuring jangle of coins in her purse – now seemed so foolish, so meaningless. From deep within her she sensed a mysterious change in her heart. She detected a longing to love and know the God she had heard about all her life, the God of Israel.

As she gazed out over the plain of Carmel to the hills of Nazareth in the distance, she recalled stories she had heard about a certain Nazarene, Jesus. It was He who had raised the grieving widow’s son to life and said, “Do not weep” (Luke7:13). Do not weep. Would He speak these words to her also? Could He change her life too? Was it too late for forgiveness?

As she watched His interaction with the common people from the shadows, she saw that He welcomed them and taught them with loving wisdom. As she saw Him with the religious leaders, she knew He wasn’t like them. It was true that He loved and obeyed the law’ yet He was humble and gentle. He seemed so different from all the other men she had ever known. The desire to get to know Him began to captivate her. Some said that He was the Messiah. She had seen Him befriend and eat with sinners. It seemed as though He loved them. Would He receive her? What would He say to a woman who had been so proud of her sin?

This compelling desire to know and love Him became like a addiction in her heart. How can I get near Him? She felt that it would be wrong to go to Him empty-handed, so she took her most precious possession, an alabaster vial of perfume, and went to seek Him. On the day that she chose to go to Him, she discovered that He was having dinner at Simon’s house. This Pharisee despised and condemned her. In spite of that, she still had to see Him. She had to find a way to show the love she had come to have for the One who said, “Do not weep.” In spite of her fear and shame, in desperation she imposed herself on Him.

The woman brought a heart filled with tears of love and repentance to pour on His feet. Rather than telling her not to weep, Jesus graced her with the ability to weep righteously, to mourn over sin, to love Him. He gave her a warm heart of flesh – one that could receive and embrace His person, His law. He gave her the ability to kiss holiness, to humble herself before a pure man, to use her perfume in worship of the perfect Man who is God.

She who had been so lost in immorality was now lost in sorrow and joy for sins recognized and forgiven. It no longer mattered what anyone else thought. She loved the Lord and humbled herself before Him. Jesus knew that her actions were motivated by love – a love that could ignore disapproval and disdain – a love that was willing to praise Him at the cost of all she had. Jesus recognized this love and said, “Her sins, which are many, have been forgiven, for she loved much” (Luke 7:47).

Like her, when our eyes are opened to His worth our hearts overflow with worship. As we grow in seeing His love in forgiveness, everything else will fade in value. This woman poured out her perfume because Jesus had given her a new treasure: a cleansed heart and life and a relationship with Him. Once she wept in bitterness for her earthly sorrows; now she wept for her sins. Did she know that God was saving up these cherished tears in an alabaster vial in Heaven? (see Psalm 56:8).

BROKEN
24″ X 36″ OIL ON CANVAS
LYNDEUTSCH2007
ORIGINAL PAINTING IS AVAILABLE FOR SALE
PRICE: US$1500
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STREAMS OF GRACE


He split the rocks in the wilderness
And gave them abundant drink like the ocean depths.
He brought forth streams also from the rock
And caused waters to run down like rivers.
Yet they still continued to sin against Him,
To rebel against the Most High in the desert.
Psalm 78:15-17

“Yet “where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.” Oh, for an angel’s tongue to tell of the wondrous mystery! My poor pen is quite unequal to the trememdous task.

How does one attempt to describe the grace that flashed so favorably from those languid eyes; the grace that fell in cleansing drops from those opened veins; the grace that poured in torrents from the pierced side; the grace that heaved and tossed and struggled convulsively in those tortured limbs; the grace that fought and wrestled and at last conquered in that anguished spirit; the grace that even began interceding for the transgressors as Jesus prayed, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34); the grace that cried with a mighty voice, “It is finished” (John 19:30), before the Savior bowed His head and gave up His spirit; the grace that ascended out up on high, leading captivity captive and giving gifts unto men (Ephesians 4:8). Of this grace I dare not write upon further.

May it be your happy lot to sail upon the sea of grace, for fathom it you never can! May you drink from that fountain of grace, for you shall never be able to drink it dry! May God give you the bliss of knowing in your own experience how much grace abounds through the atoning sacrifice of Christ upon the cross!”
(From Grace Abounding by Charles Haddon Spurgeon,p52, Grace Abounding in a Believers Life compiled by Robert Hall copyright 1994, Lance C. Wubbels, published by Emerald Books).

STREAMS OF GRACE
30″ X 40″ ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
LYNDEUTSCH2011
(painted with permission from Vince Paala’s photo of Karekare Stream, NZ)
ORIGINAL PAINTING IS AVAILABLE FOR SALE
PRICE: US$600

HOUSE BY THE ROAD


I will give heed to the blameless way. When wilt Thou come to me? I will walk within my house in the integrity of my heart. I will set no worthless thing before my eyes.
Psalm 102:2,3

Laughter in The Walls
by Bob Benson

I pass a lot of houses on my way home –
some pretty, some expensive,
some inviting -but my heart always skips a beat
when I turn down the road and
see my house nestled against the hill.
I guess I’m especially proud of the house and the way it looks
because I drew the plans myself.
It started out large enough for us –
I even had a study – two teenaged boys now reside in there.
And it had a guest room –
my girl and nine dolls are permanent guests.
It has a small room Peg had hopes would be her sewing room –
two boys swinging on the dutch door have claimed this room as their own.
So it really doesn’t look right now as if I’m much of an architect.
But It will get larger again –
one by one they will go away to work,
to collge, to service, to their own houses,
and then there will be room –
a guest room, a study, and a sewing room for just the two of us.
But it won’t be empty – every corner, every room,
ever nick in the coffee table will be crowded with memories.
Memories of picnics, parties, Christmases,
bedside vigils, summers, fires, winters, going barefoot,
leaving for vacation, cats, conversations,
black eyes, graduations, first dates,
ball games, arguements, washing dishes,
bicycles, dogs, boat rides, getting home from vacation,
meals, rabbits, and a thousand other things
that fill the lives of those who would raise five.
And Peg and I will sit quietly by the fire
and listen to the laughter in the walls.

(Bob Barnes, 15 Minutes Alone with God For Men, Harvest House Publishers, 1995, pp.141-143)

When the children are gone and you no longer have to go to work, what will you hear as you sit in your house?

HOUSE BY THE ROAD
9″ X 12″ OIL ON CANVAS
LYNDEUTSCH2008

BOUGAINVILLA


The Bible makes no rosy promises about living only in springtime. Instead it points toward faith that helps us prepare for arid seasons. Harsh winters will come, followed by scorching summers. Yet if the roots of faith go deep enough, tapping into Living Water, we can survive the drought times and flourish in times of plenty.

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. ”
-Romans 12:12

“Whatever faith may be, and whatever answers it may give, and to whomsoever it gives them, every such answer gives to the finite existence of man an infinite meaning, a meaning not destroyed by suffering, deprivations, or death.”
-Leo Tolstoy

BOUGAINVILLA
18″ X 24″ ACRYLIC ON BOARD
LYNDEUTSCH2007
NOT FOR SALE

MALAPASCUA SUNSET


“I am learning that mature faith, which encompasses both simple faith and fidelity, reassembles all the events of life around trust in a loving God. When good things happen, I accept them as gifts from God. When bad things happen, I do not take them as necessarily sent by God – I see evidence in the Bible to the contrary – and I find in them no reason to divorce God. Rather I trust that God can use even those bad things for my benefit. That, at least, is the goal toward which I strive.

A faithful person sees life from the perspective of trust, not fear. Bedrock faith allows me to believe that, despite the chaos of the present moment, God does reign; that regardless of how worthless I may feel, I truly matter to a God of love, that no pain lasts forever and no evil triumphs in the end. Faith sees even the darkest deed of all history, the death of God’s Son, as a necessary prelude to the brightest.”
(Philip Yancey, Reaching for the Invisible God, pp. 65-66)

As I was looking out to this setting sun at Pilar’s Residence in Malapascua Island, I was totally captivated by the changing view in front of me, the dazzling colors that seem to come from the hand of a Master Artist, the sun moving down and the vibrant hues saturating the skies and reflecting on the calm seas below. The fast-moving scene slowly fading into darkness as the night sets in making a mark for another day that have come to pass and will never be.

My life is much like this sunset view – colorful, ever-changing, some dark shadows, some light and vibrant hues, but I know that the Master Artist, my Creator and Lord is in complete control – defining that which He has willed. Even though the “Why?” questions go unanswered, I can trust that “in all things God works for the good of those who love Him,” (Romans 8:28). In all things, good, bad, and many beyond our control, I am assured of a reliable constant of a God willing to work with me and through me for my good and for His glory.

MALAPASCUA SUNSET
24″ X 48″ ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
LYNDEUTSCH2008
ORIGINAL PAINTING IS AVAILABLE FOR SALE
US$600
email: lyndeutsch@gmail.com

YES, I WILL SING


My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing, I will sing praises, even with my soul.
-Psalm 108:1

Come my soul, I will not sit silent because so many others are singing. However many songsters there may be, they cannot sing for me. They cannot pay my personal debt of praise.

Each individual must have its own note to bring to God. Let Him not have to say to you, “thou hast bought me no sweet cane with money; neither hast thou filled me with the fat of thy sacrifices” (Isaiah 43:24). Let us not be slow in His praise, since He has been so swift in His grace.

At this hour men go off to other lords and set up this and that newly made god. But as for me, my ear is bored to God’s doorpost as a sign of my being His bondslave. Bind the sacrifice with cords, even with cords to the horns of the altar. Whatever happens, “I will sing praises, even with my soul.”

YES, I WILL SING
24″ X 36″ ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
LYNDEUTSCH2010
ORIGINAL PAINTING IS AVAILABLE FOR SALE
PRICE: US$750
email: lyndeutsch@gmail.com