Count Your Blessings

Count Your Blessings

1 Thessalonians 5:15-19 NIV

15 Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always strive to do what is good for each other and for everyone else. 16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. 19 Do not quench the Spirit.

Something I have recently been made aware of is just how inspiring a positive point of view is. As I watched a John Eldredge video in which he simply felt led to count his blessings in preparation of the coming new year, it dawned on me that having a grateful heart - regardless of my circumstances - had always been a great part of my creative process. In fact, it is one of God’s admonitions for all believers to ‘give thanks in ALL circumstances’. I decided to kick off 2026 by doing just that. What I discovered was that I have so much to be grateful for that I won’t bore you with everything I came up with. Just the highlights!

Of course I began with my relationship with Jesus and His saving grace and then immediately thought of my wife of 42+ years, our nine children and their spouses, our 13 grandchildren - so far - extended family, friends, Keith & Melody Green, Annie Herring and 2nd Chapter of Acts, clothing, food, shelter, water, provision, a godly point of view, good health in spite of Parkinson’s, my recent brain surgery, the many books He has inspired and allowed me to write along with all the music, and I can keep going, but, as I said, I do not want to bore you. I can honestly say that every book I have written along with every song I have received have come as a direct result of simply counting my blessings.

Of course, there have been so many other people in my life that have caused me to count my blessings. Something that has made me even more grateful is to look at the lives of many celebrities who either suffer with or suffered with Parkinson’s. I am not grateful they got the diagnosis but I am grateful to see how others have dealt with it. Michael J. Fox (diagnosed at age 29 in 1991. As of this writing he is 64 years old…two years younger than me), Alan Alda (diagnosed in 2015), Muhammed Ali (diagnosed in 1984), George H.W. Bush (diagnosed with vascular Parkinsonism in 2012), Neil Diamond (diagnosed in 2018), Brett Favre (diagnosed in 2024), Billy Graham (diagnosed in 1993), Linda Ronstadt (diagnosed in 2012), along with so many others I had no idea about.

As I have thought about the many blessings of my life I would also have to include the many years I lived in the depravity of my sin, being bullied when I was younger, death threats due to my testimony along with being mocked, rejected, scorned and the like. Why would I include these among my blessings? Because they each, when placed in the hands of God and seen from His point of view, have been used of God to mold me into the man I am today and that tends to inspire me to want to be a blessing to others.

If you want to be inspired to greater depths of creativity, just begin to count your blessings. The view from this vantage point is beyond inspiring. It is life to me.

"Whoever brings blessing will be enriched, and one who waters will himself be watered." - Proverbs 11:25

"Give away your life; you'll find life given back, but not merely given back—given back with bonus and blessing. Giving, not getting is the way. Generosity begets generosity." - Luke 6:38 MSG

Dennis Jernigan

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As A Man Thinks in His Heart

As A Man Thinks in His Heart

Did you know that our brain and our heart can think independently of one another? As I came into the first three weeks after the initial implantation of the DBS device and before I had the device activated, I felt very, very slow mentally. This began to cause me concern as to whether I had done the right thing or not.

As I was growing up, it never dawned on me to think about my core identity—the deepest part of me that defines who I am. When puberty hit and my sexual identity became more solidified toward attraction to those of the same sex, I began to question a bit. Why was I attracted to other males? How do I fix this? It led me to beg God to change me. When nothing changed, I became disillusioned in my faith, concluding this was simply the way God made me. But the older I became, the less happy I was in a homosexual identity. This lack of happiness led me to question on a deeper level. Is this all there is?

As I became involved with other men who believed they were homosexual, I became more confused. I was constantly told that this was just the way God made me. I was constantly encouraged that I had no choice in the matter at all. Mulling such thoughts over in my mind, I could never quite reconcile these simple answers with the way I felt. This led me to the constant questioning of my homosexuality. Was this truly my nature or was there more to the story? The more I questioned my homosexual identity, the more desperate those questions became.

Desperation led me to wonder whether or not I might just have a choice in the matter after all. I will not detail my story here. If you want to know more about how I came to the place of belief I now walk in, read my autobiography, Sing Over Me. Suffice it to say, I came ultimately to the conclusion that I did not have a choice as to what would tempt me (same sex attraction), but I always had the choice as to how I would respond to it. After coming to faith in Christ, my worldview became Christ-centered. This new focus became the bedrock from which I launched the journey of renewing my mind, completely altering the way I would think from that point on!

Where is core identity found? In our body? In our genitals? In our feelings? In our heart? In our mind? Is identity found in our culture—the way we were raised? Is it found in our ethnicity or our nationality? Is it found in our personality type or in our profession? Is it to be found in the way others perceive us? Does our sexuality define us? How about our religion? How about our language? Are we defined by our genetic code? Are we defined by our convictions or causes (pacifist, environmentalist, Black Lives Matter, conservative, liberal, etc.)? Are we defined by our looks? Some would say it is a combination of all these things that make us who we are. The scientific community would sum it up like this: identity is the qualities, beliefs, personality, looks, and/or expressions that make a person who they are. Identity is conscious awareness.

But let’s think logically about where all these various defining things emanate from. Do they not all begin and end with the way we think? Could it be our identity begins and ends with the mind? Could it be that in order to alter our undesired habits and ways of thinking about ourselves we need but change the way we think? I know this is easier said than done, but isn’t our well-being worth the work required to obtain it? Identity is conscious awareness as received in our thoughts. It is our human mind!

We are constantly thinking about ourselves. How does that person view me? What do I want to eat? What shall I wear today? Do I like hanging around that person? How will spending time with them benefit my life? Will this job pay enough to finance my vision for my life? Will that vaccination hurt me? How will this election affect me? Even in our sleep we never stop talking to ourselves. Never. The way we think about ourselves has a direct affect upon the way we live our life. The way we think affects our view of reality. My reality was forever altered the day I decided to live and think about myself according to the way my Maker designed me. Of course, this flew directly in the face of the way I felt. The best decision I ever made was to stop defining myself by the way I felt and start living according to the Truth as defined by God and His Word. This began the most incredible journey of my life!

What does it mean to know something in one’s heart? This can be confusing, yet we hear such questions all the time. How many times have you heard a question such as, How do I get that knowledge from my head to my heart? And that is a perfectly good question, especially when we hear of scientific studies proving that the heart does indeed have brain-like cells, giving it the ability to think independently of the brain!

Simply put, science is coming to the place of thinking that the thoughts produced by the heart act as a communication between the various cells and organs of the body, acting as a sort of synchronizing signal for the entire body! The way I think about this news is that the mind defines us in our core and the heart carries this information to the rest of our body! While this is fascinating to know, for our intents and purposes I will conclude that identity begins and ends with the way we think about ourselves in our mind. What does it mean to know something in one’s mind? Could it be said that one is defined by what one thinks of him/herself?

Could it be that, ultimately, we should define ourselves according to the way our Maker designed us? If we have as our thought-foundation a Christ-centric worldview, then we must come to this conclusion found in God’s Word: For as he thinks within himself, so he is. (Proverbs 23:7)

In order to renew one’s mind, one must operate from some point of view. My freedom and new identity came from allowing God to define me—came from seeking to know His, the Maker’s, point of view concerning Dennis Jernigan. The following are some of the questions He confronted me with accompanied by the answers He showed me according to His Word:

1. Why did God make man and woman?

From my own experience with and study of God’s Word, I believe there is a two-fold reason God made man and woman. This is what the Word of God says: Be fruitful and multiply… (Genesis 35:11)

Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her… (Ephesians 5:25)

My conclusion after reading the Word and viewing my life from God’s point of view? Man and woman were created by God and commanded to make babies! If He created me to be a man, it was for the purpose of making more people! That cannot be accomplished according to God’s design by having sex with another man. Cannot be done. God desired more of us because He created us for fellowship with Him. The sin of mankind was the problem. Where does sin derive from? Man thinking it’s all about him! Sin comes from stinkin’ thinkin’!

2. What is the primary purpose of sex?

God made sex for the purpose of procreation. He made it pleasurable so we would want to experience it. Pure and simple, without sex there would be no more humans. There is nothing wrong with pleasure as long as it is derived within the confines of God’s ultimate design. After settling that God was God and that His design would define me, the questions became even more specific.

3. Did God give you a penis and testicles or did He give you a vagina and ovaries?

Having a penis and testicles defined me as being physically male. Being physically male made me wonder why I did not have feelings of attraction to the opposite sex. Concluding that I had been lied to was the first step in putting off the lies about the way I felt—or did not feel! Although I initially did not feel attracted to women, I did have the desire for a family. This led me to the conclusion that if that desire was there, then it must be part of my design to feel attracted to a woman. From that conclusion, I came to the place of realizing that my feelings of attraction to other men was simply as a result of wrong thinking. The reality became simple to me at that point. Whenever I felt attraction to another man, I renounced it as a result of wrong thinking and replaced that wrong thinking with simple thoughts like…

God made me physically a man; therefore he made me to think like a man. I want to see a woman in the way God designed me to see her. Father God, please replace the wrong thoughts with right thoughts and replace the wrong feelings with right feelings.

The more I changed the way I thought, the more my true needs and desires were met. My despair over my feelings was slowly but surely being replaced with right feelings due to the way I was now thinking! God’s Word says in Psalm 37:4,

Delight yourself in the LORD; And He will give you the desires of your heart.

The more I sought relationship with Him through the ways I thought about Him and His Word and how it applied to my life, the more my feelings changed. Even my sexual attractions toward men began to be replaced by attractions to women. So much mental healing had taken place in my life from 1981 to 1983 that I was able to realize a dream I never thought possible due to my homosexual feelings. I was able to marry Melinda, and as of this writing, I have been married for over forty-two years, have 13 awesome children, and nine incredible grandchildren…so far!

The changing of the way I thought about myself actually began much more simplistically than that. To renew the way I thought about myself as a man, I asked the Lord to reveal any wrong thinking I had about myself. In order to do this, I realized that I had been listening to the liar for far too long in my existence. But how would I cut off the voice of the liar? I went on what would become a twelve year fast from all the other voices of influence that were not God centered. From 1981 until 1993, I did not listen to pop/secular music. I did not watch TV. I listened to only voices that built me up according to God’s design for my life. In the process, I learned to discern the voice and will of God more clearly.

As I silenced the other voices, I gave God the freedom to speak to me in any form He chose for me. His Word became alive to me. From reading God’s Word, I discovered how loving and for me He was! I discovered He was never disgusted with me but was disgusted with my sin. I discovered that I no longer had to perform for His love and acceptance. It had always been my choice to receive or reject! That Truth alone changed everything! Gone were the days of trying to prove my worth by my performance. This meant I performed because He loved me rather than so He would love me!

The more I discovered about Who He said He was, the more I discovered who He designed me to be. He is holy. I am set apart for His purposes in this life. He is righteous. I am to walk righteously. He is peace. He has planted a heart of peace in me and set my mind at peace. He is Healer. I am here to be an agent of His healing power. He is Provider. I am here to be an agent of His provision. He is Shepherd. I am here to guide others to Him. He is always there. I am never alone. He is victorious over sin. I am no longer a victim of my own sin but am victor over it because of Him!

Even though my circumstances did not change, the way I viewed them did! I could choose to think what thoughts I wanted to think. That was incredible news and incredibly freeing. Rather than overthinking everything about myself from a man-centric point of view, I could simplify my thought processes to such a degree that freedom was the result simply by allowing the Word and intended design of God for me as the filter through which I viewed reality.

So much healing has come to my mind to this point that it is difficult for me to believe I ever thought I was gay in the first place. Let that sink in. Freedom comes from the way we choose to think about ourselves. Will you allow stinkin’ thinkin’ to define you? Will you let past failure define you? Will you allow other people to define you? Will you allow feelings to define you? Will you allow temptation to define you? Will you allow bad habits define you? If there is something that you habitually think about yourself that you do not desire, could it be said you are allowing that thought to define you? Why put up with that way of thinking? Does your desire for drugs define you or do they reveal a deeper need for thinking about your circumstances in a new way? Will you be content with being a victim of your own stinkin’ thinkin’ or will you choose to seek victory over that way of thinking? The choice really is yours.

One of the best things I ever did to facilitate right thinking about myself as a man was to enlist the help of others in my life. I felt guilty about the failures of my life, especially in regard to my sexual failure. I felt so much shame that I believed the lie that I was not worthy of someone else’s time or effort or love. Guilt is the awareness that I did something wrong. Shame is the belief that I am something wrong. We kick shame to the curb by getting to the Truth of God’s Word and the reality of His design for us as new creations. When I dealt with my shame in honesty and came to the mental confusion that Jesus Christ had born all my shame on the cross, I took the first step toward Truth and freedom: I got honest with myself. I got honest with God. I got honest with others.

One of my choices was to surround myself with people who would help me walk in the Truth of my God-designed identity. To this day, I practice this in my life. My wife and my children have the freedom to remind me who and Whose I am. One of my personal rules is that Dennis Jernigan does not get to call himself something his Father does not call him. I cannot even get away with little slip-ups like saying to myself, “Stupid idiot” when I do something boneheaded! My wife and my children automatically say to me, “Is that who you really are?” or, “Is that who God says you are?” And I love it because I know they absolutely love me and want nothing but what is best for me. Stinkin’ thinkin’ is recognized in the moment. I put it off and replace it with the Truth…and move on down the road to my whole identity in Christ!

No longer do I define myself as ex-gay. No longer do I define myself as a recovering or formal homosexual. No longer do I define myself. My Father has that place in my life, and He uses other people to help me. I am what and who His Word says I am. And so are you. Would you be willing to consider seeing yourself from a whole new point of view?

Dennis Jernigan

This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3: The No Parkinson’s Zone”, available later in 2026

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The Christmas Dream - Part 3

The Christmas Dream - Part 3

Judah was overcome with the Lord’s sorrow...and he began to cry. “Lord, why does Jesus have to die? Will You ever get to hold Him again?”

“O. little Judah. yes. I’ll hold Him again. You see, I will send my Holy Spirit to hold Him and comfort Him for Me. And even though He will die, He will rise up from the grave and leave all man’s sin there. So, yes, I will get to hold Him again!”

“O, You should be so happy then, Lord! But You still seem very, very sad to Me. Why?”

“Listen very closely, little Judah, and I will tell You what makes Me so very sad. Remember when I told you about all mankind being separated from Me by their sin?”

“Yes, Lord.”

“Judah, many men will choose not to receive Me. They will choose not to love me. They will choose not to let Me hold them. And Judah, I want them to receive Me. I want them to love Me. I want them to let Me hold them.

And Judah...”

“Yes, Lord?

“I do not want to lose you! Judah, you are the reason I sent Jesus to die. You are the reason I’ve built this beautiful city. You are the delight of My heart. I made you especially for Me...because I want to be with you and I want you to be with Me-forever! I love you, Judah, and I want you to know that you do not have to be separated from Me. I have called you here to this dream today to tell you these things. And remember, I will be as near as Your heart if you will receive the things I have shown you this day.”

With those words, Judah found himself flying back to the stable. And in the stable, he found himself holding baby Jesus very close to his heart (It seemed more like the baby was holding him!). And the next thing he knew, he was riding a sheep across his bed!

Riding a sheep across his bed?

It took him awhile - remember, he was only three-but he soon realized that he had been asleep. Quickly he ran down the hall to the living room to tell Mom and Dad what he had seen in the dream. But his words were drowned out by the shouts of glee and laughter as Dad brought in the Christmas tree. For a moment, Judah became so caught up in all the excitement that he forgot all about his dream. It wasn’t until bedtime later that evening that Judah remembered what he needed to tell his Dad.

After all the hustle and bustle of decorating the tree and filling the house with the sounds of carols and laughter, it was time for the family to head for bed. All the older children had made their way to their rooms as Dad carried the younger ones to theirs. When it was Judah’s time to be tucked in, his Daddy picked him up and asked him if he had had a good day. Of course Judah began to tell him about his dream. He went through the whole thing - from the part about the stable and sitting on the animals to being in the field with the shepherds - from being in the sky with the angels to touching the baby - from touching the baby to being held by the Lord in the city of gold - and from the hands of God to holding the baby Jesus! He didn’t leave one part out. And then he asked his Daddy, “Dad, how can Jesus hold me? I want Him to hold me.”

Judah’s story had touched Dad’s heart...but this statement took him by surprise. He waited for what seemed a very long time to Judah before he answered him.

“Son, just as in your dream, Jesus-our heavenly Father-can hold you when you get to heaven.”

Judah said, “But Daddy, how can I get to heaven?”

“Well, Judah-” Dad hesitated before he spoke...but he felt the prompting of the Holy Spirit to answer Judah by saying, “You have to die before you can be held by Jesus.”

“Daddy, if I die can I come back?”

“No, Son. Once you die you can never come back to your old life.”

“Daddy, I don’t think I want to die. But I do want to be held by Jesus. Daddy, Jesus was beautiful-and I really liked it when He held me. In my dream, the Lord said He would send the Holy Spirit to hold Jesus for Him. Would He do that for me...would He, Daddy?”

Again, Dad just waited for a few moments before answering. In many ways he was overwhelmed with the depth of little Judah’s question. How do you explain death and salvation to a little boy? Just then the Holy Spirit began to speak to the heart of Judah’s Daddy and said these words, “Truly I say to you, unless your heart is turned and you become like a little child, you shall not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the Kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me. Do not cause the child to stumble. Tell Him the truth-and of the depth of My love. You have the Father’s heart- you are his “father”-but let the True Father have his heart. The heart of a man is the heart of a child, Tell him of My love.”

Only by the grace of Almighty God did Judah’s Dad begin to speak. He was truly humbled by his son’s innocent and sincere longing to be held by Jesus. And, if the truth be known, this earthly father was overcome by the arms of his Lord surrounding him-yes-bathing him in love. Because Judah’s Daddy knew first hand what it was like to be held by Jesus, he could tell him these things with great confidence. And so he did.

“Judah,” said Dad, “You do have to die to be held by Jesus. But the kind of death I’m speaking of is a death to the things of this world and all the earthly things we desire. To be held by Jesus we have to let go of everything else we are holding onto so that He can pick us up. When we let go of our desires for things that don’t last or really satisfy, our Heavenly Father is able to pick us up and satisfy our deepest need-the need to be loved and accepted. Because we have all sinned (or done bad things) we have become separated from God. That is why Jesus came-to take all our sins upon Himself and to die in our place. When we confess with our mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord and believe in our hearts that God has raised Him from the dead, God’s Word says that we will be saved. And that is when we get to be held by Him.. Because at that instant we die to our sins and to who we used to be-and we become someone brand new. And no matter what, Jesus will hold us whenever we need Him to. Does any of this make sense to you, son?”

Judah thought for a few seconds about what his Daddy had said before he spoke. And this smile came over his face and he said,”Daddy, Jesus is holding you now, isn’t He?”

“Yes,Judah, He is. How could you tell?”

“Because you are a little boy inside-just like me. I can tell. And Jesus loves to hold little boys. He told me so.”

Judah’s Dad could not speak now for tears of joy and brokenness streamed down his face. And Judah just sat there resting in his Daddy’s arms and enjoying his embrace as he said,”Daddy, I don’t understand everything. I just know it’s good. Jesus is telling my heart that I don’t need to worry about it now. He says He will just hold me in your arms ‘til I understand. I think I’ll just let Jesus hold me through you.”

And the little boy fell asleep in his Daddy’s arms. And outside the snow began to fall...and the little boy dreamed about Christmas all year ’round as he rested in the arms of Jesus.

The End

The Christmas Dream - Part Two of Three

The Christmas Dream - Part Two of Three

As soon as the shepherds had started back home, Judah began to come close to baby Jesus. He wanted to see for himself - up close - just what made this little baby so very special that a whole multitude of angels would announce His birth. Judah quietly knelt beside the manger. Mary smiled and Joseph beckoned him to reach out and touch the baby. At first Judah was a little hesitant - but something deep in his dreaming heart told him that this would be a good (and special) thing to do. So he gently placed his hand on the baby’s hand. Then he caressed the baby’s cheek with the soft touch of his fingers. (Judah had had a lot of practice with his new sister Raina Joy!). And then he looked into the eyes of baby Jesus. And as he did it was like Judah’s awareness of time or of being in the stable had ceased to matter. He was captivated by the beauty and the feeling of total love and acceptance he found in the eyes of this precious baby. Suddenly he was startled back into reality (of course, dreams are much more reality than the things we can see with our physical eyes because God often speaks to His children by His Spirit there - in dreams...very often). Someone was speaking to him. What startled him was that he thought baby Jesus had spoken to him. Then it happened again! That voice! It wasn’t the baby who had spoken - but the voice did seem to be coming from somewhere in the heart of the baby Jesus. The voice seemed to be saying, “Come here, Judah! Come here and see Me!” Judah wondered how he could do that if the voice was coming from the heart of baby Jesus. So he asked, “How can I come to You if You’re inside the baby?” And the voice said, “Just lift your hands to me and I’ll carry you here.” So he did.

The next part was better than any Christmas he could ever have imagined. One instant Judah had been touching the baby Jesus. The next, he found himself flying through the clouds and into a magnificent city whose streets were paved with gold! And everywhere he looked he saw buildings of unbelievable beauty all made of exquisite jewels and precious metals. Trough the center of the city ran a river of crystal light. And the trees! There were trees all along the way beside the river - and they were loaded with fruit - fruit that looked like diamonds and rubies and emeralds and every other kind of jewel the little boy could imagine! Soon he found himself approaching what must have been the center of the city. He could just tell. There was light like he had never seen before. Light that did not come from the sun, but light that came from the very heart of this beautiful city. The voice never stopped calling him during the entire flight - and it seemed to be coming from the light! Judah couldn’t believe his eyes! He had never felt such peace and joy as he felt now. He flew right towards the light, yet he wasn’t afraid - even though he tried to be! The next thing he knew, Judah was in the light and found himself approaching a beautiful white throne. And upon the throne sat a wise looking older man - and it was his lips that were calling to Judah, “Come here, Judah! Come her and see Me! I’ve been waiting for this day!” Judah couldn’t but laugh for joy. This man was so loving - yet awesome in his obvious strength. He was so gentle - yet His eyes were firm in their gaze. Yet Judah noticed that even though this man on the throne looked perfectly at peace and bathed in joy, he also had a look of sadness and heaviness mingled with the joy.

Before Judah knew what he was saying he blurted out, “why are You so sad, sir? Being here brings great joy to my heart, but I can’t help but notice the look in Your eyes. It’s like the way a man looks when he’s been longing for a long lost friend. Have You lost a good friend?” The man took Judah upon His lap and asked him, “Do you know Who I Am, Judah?” Judah shook his head ‘no.’ “I Am the Creator of the Universe; I Am The Giver of Dreams; I Am Your Heavenly Father - I Am Your God.” Judah wanted to bow down and worship when hem heard these words. But all he could do was to cling to the Lord. And besides, the Lord wouldn't have let him go so quickly anyway!

“Judah, I’ve been waiting for this day to be able to tell you all about my plan for your life. And you are right - I am sad. And I am longing for someone very dear to me. Actually, I’m longing for many many dear lost friends. Do you remember the baby you were just touching? That was my son, Jesus. I Am sad because I sent Him to the earth to die.”

“To die?” cried Judah

“Yes, to die.” said the Lord “And He is My only Son, Judah. But did you know there is something that makes Me even sadder?”

“What could make You sadder than losing Your only Son, Lord?” Asked Judah.

“Well I’m glad you asked. You see, Judah, that is exactly why you came here today. I want to tell you what makes me sadder than losing My son Jesus. A long time ago, I created a man named Adam and a women named Eve. They were dear to my heart. In fact, I made them to have fellowship with Me and with one another. But they sinned. They listened to my enemy Satan and decided they wanted to be in control of their own lives. I loved them so much that I let them go. I knew that if they loved Me because I made them love Me then they wouldn’t really love Me at all. So I let them make the choice whether they would love me or not. Because of their sin, I had to sacrifice some other creature to make a covering for their nakedness. For many years now I’ve had to do this. Sin always brings death - not only for the one who sins but for those who must suffer because of their sin as well. Judah, all have sinned and fall far short of My glory and goodness. That is why I sent Jesus to the earth from My heart. I let Him go. And in letting Him go gave up Myself to die once and for all for all me, women, boys, and girls. Jesus will be the sacrifice for sin. Just like Adam and Eve, Judah, sin separated all men from Me and condemned them to hell. But now, by placing all the world’s sin on Jesus-on Myself-all sin will be defeated. And by believing on My Son Jesus, all men have the choice to know Me in a very special and intimate way.”

The Christmas Dream - Part 1

The Christmas Dream - Part 1

For days Judah had waited for Christmas to get here. After all, he was only three. I don’t think he really understood that falling snow didn’t necessarily mean Christmas was here and the arrival of Christmas didn’t automatically mean snow would start falling either! Still, Judah couldn’t wait for Christmas. Although he didn’t quite understand all Christmas was about yet, he did know that it gave him a warm and special feeling deep inside and all over whenever he thought about it - or whenever anyone mentioned snow!

On this particular day Judah was awakened early in the morning by his brother and sisters and their announcement that snow was falling! Snow! Judah couldn’t believe his ears! This was the moment he had been waiting for! As soon as he had looked out the window to verify this very important fact, he excitedly ran to the bedroom of his Mother and Father - and without even knocking he burst through the door with this news of news, “It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas, Mom! Dad, It’s Christmas! It’s snowing!”

Of course, Dad didn’t want to burst his bubble or quench his excitement over the snow, so he simply waited for a better opportunity to gently break the news to Judah that it wasn’t really Christmas yet. But as it turns out, his older brother and sisters took care of that problem for Dad. As soon as they realized what Judah was saying they firmly informed him that, yes, it was snowing, but, no, it was not Christmas. This made Judah very sad at first - but then he decided until he heard from a higher authority on the subject it was still Christmas as far as he was concerned. The only problem with this was that Christmas was still 20 days away - and 20 days can seem like an eternity to a little 3 year old boy.

Since all the children had roused him, Dad decided to get up and take the children sledding. This produced so much excitement in Judah’s heart that it only confirmed what he knew must be true - it had to be Christmas! Soon, Mom had all the children warmly bundled and Dad got them and the sleds loaded in the van. On the south side of Oklahoma City there just aren’t that many hills for sledding - and the drive-way didn’t provide all that thrilling a sled ride, so Dad took them to the flood control field which doubled as a soccer field in the summer. The banks which surrounded the fields were about 30 feet high. Thirty feet combined with a good slope provided a ride of about 200 feet - with a good push from Dad! So off to the field they went. And all the way there, Judah talked about how everything outside looked like Christmas.

Several other Dads and children were already sledding when they arrived. The children quickly unloaded and ran to the top of the hill. How exciting! In Judah’s eyes, this was a mountain. Even his sister Glory thought it looked like a mountain. Of course, they had to have Dad’s help in even climbing up the ‘mountain.’ Hannah, Israel, and Anne had already slidden down once by the time Dad, Judah, and Glory made it to the top! Mom had stayed home with Galen and Raina. Soon they were all speeding down the hill and running right back to the top as fast as they could. Several times Hannah went rolling off her sled as she crashed into the snow. Once, Israel even ran over Anne’s leg! And once, Dad had the bright idea of piling himself, Judah, Glory, and Hannah all on the sled with him. With this weight they had plenty of speed - but they also had a lack of proper balance. About half way down the hill they all crashed into the snow and went rolling the rest of the way down the hill. As the morning wore on, Judah’s laughter and fun soon turned to weariness and a cold nose! Dad knew it was time to go home when Judah and Glory said, “I’m not having fun!” Yes, Dad knew they had fun - but now the fun was over. As soon as Dad had swept the snow off them with the broom, they all loaded back into the van to warm up - and search for just the right Christmas tree.

The mention of a Christmas tree immediately brought warmth and brightness back into Judah’s eyes! The only problem was that Dad - having picked out a tree at the market - realized he had left his checkbook at home (can you believe this was written before we stopped writing checks for purchases?). This meant they would have to wait to get the tree at another time - and it also meant that Judah was once again not having too much fun. As far as he was concerned, things just weren’t working out quite right.

As is often the case when one has spent the day sledding and contemplating the numerous possibilities of Christmastime fun, Judah fell asleep soon after Mom unbundled him. There is no need telling you what Judah dreamed about. That’s right! Christmas! Only in his dreams it was Christmas all year round. His head was filled with the usual dreams of candy, gifts, and play that are associated with Christmas dreams - only in Judah’s dream Christmas was a year round affair complete with daily parades and unwrapping sessions! What made his dreams so special, though, was the fact that he got to be there with Mary and Joseph in Bethlehem on the night baby Jesus was born. He always sat right next to Joseph or on the back of a sheep or donkey so he could get a good glimpse of the sweet little baby. In Judah’s dream he was also with the wise men when they set out to follow the mysterious star in the western sky. How he loved those camel rides. He was also with the shepherds as they watched their flocks in the field. He so enjoyed the way the shepherds always jumped when the angel said, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which shall be for all people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, Who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger.” The sheep would run and bleat until the angel asked them to be quiet. One of Judah’s favorite parts of the dream was getting to fly with the angels and declare with them, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased.” After this declaration, Judah jumped on a sheep and rode him into Bethlehem as he followed the shepherd’s to see the new baby. In Judah’s dreams there was no telling what kind of animal you might find him riding - or just where he might wind up.

This is an excerpt from the Dennis Jernigan book. “A Christmas Dream”. Call 918-781-1200 to order your signed copy.

FREE PARKING ZONE - The ‘I Have a Purpose’ Zone

FREE PARKING ZONE - The ‘I Have a Purpose’ Zone

“The purpose of life is not to earn points with God through works, but to live according to His purpose for you.” C.S. Lewis

I do not understand why people who are struggling with a certain illness that seems, to them, to be a death sentence, feel like they have to give up on life for whatever period of time they have left. That seems like a waste of precious and valuable time to me. I guess I am just so convinced I am here for a very specific purpose (or several specific purposes), that I don’t ever feel like giving up. Even when I was struggling with unwanted same sex attraction, I felt walking out of that identity was worth it for the sake of living to tell others they don’t have to give in to ANY temptation - ever. Why? Because I remember being a young boy of 12 and wishing someone would just tell me I do not have to be defined by the things that tempt me. The great news is that the temptation, whenever denied, lessens its grasp on my mind and I can choose to think new thoughts. Heterosexual thoughts.

From a Christian perspective, purpose in life is found in God’s plan, which involves glorifying Him. following His will, and living according to His purpose for you. Key biblical verses and quotes emphasize trust in God's guidance, using your gifts for His service, and understanding that His purpose for you is often more important than your own. I would go so far as to say that understanding His purpose for you is the most important thing one can accomplish after they have come to faith in Christ. Why? Because knowing I have a purpose bleeds over into every aspect of my life. My Marriage. The way I love my children. The way I interact with others. Having and knowing my purpose makes me strive to live; to fight for life!

It is, in a sense, coming face to face with one’s own destiny. If my goal/destiny/purpose is to know Christ and to make Him known, I always have a true north to guide me - even if I become disoriented from time to time. What does one do when they are in the waves at a beach and get toppled over, being tossed end over end, becoming so disoriented that they can no longer distinguish up from down? I have been in that situation physically as an avid SCUBA diver and what I have found is that getting my feet to solid ground and standing up I can reorient myself to where dry land is - true north, in a sense - and can take the necessary steps to extricate myself from the situation. That’s why we, as Christians, sing the old hymn, “On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand” or why we constantly quote verses like Hebrews 12:1 and 2 in the NIV:

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

To find true north not only do I need to plant my feet on Solid Ground, but I need to fix my eyes on Jesus. This helps me gain my bearings and to re-orient myself to His plan for my life. To know Christ and to be known by Him is the goal, I believe, of every human being that has ever existed or ever will. Why does mankind talk so much of ‘finding oneself’? Every human soul is born with a God-shaped hole in their life due to sin…and only the One Who created them can ever truly fill that hole. I would go so far as to say that to know Christ has revealed to me no matter what I must endure in this life, be it same-sex attraction or Parkinson’s or whatever, God will use it for my good, thereby showing me how He can take even the most messed up life or circumstance and use it for my good.

Following are several of the verses I regularly use in the battle that is constantly being waged in my mind between me and the lies of the enemy that would try to cause me to just give up.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28 NIV

According to this verse, He will use even Parkinson’s to work for good in my life! Why would I not follow Him?

Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverb 3:5-6 NIV

According to these verses, even when I mess up and miss the on or off ramp, He will correct my journey through life, helping me adjust to any situation.

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11 NIV

According to this verse, He has a plan for my life and only desires what is best for me - even when I bring harm to myself in someway - like walking in pride or self-pity. He can help me reorient myself even when I have walked headlong into the surf that sent me topsy turvy in the first place.

"The greatest tragedy is not death, but life without purpose.” Rick Warren

This is a parking zone where we are invited to park any time under any circumstances. In fact, we can live our entire life from this parking lot. Think about it. I park in the Purpose Zone and am granted grace to get through Parkinson’s. I am compelled to lay down my life for my wife and for my children and for my grandchildren. In a way, I have sacrificed everything I am (or thought I was) for the sake of God’s way and have wound up being blessed with 9 children and 13 (so far) amazing grandchildren and a wife (as if this writing) of 42 years any man would give his right arm to have. My family is not perfect, but I feel purpose whenever I think of any one of them and that goes a long way toward making me want to not give up on life. I’ll take Parkinson’s. I’lll take the ridicule of owning my past life. It’s worth it.

“For you will certainly carry out God's purpose, however you act, but it makes a difference to you whether you serve like Judas or like John.” C.S. Lewis

I even have a plan for when I do fall or when I do find myself in complete darkness. This has long been one of my go-to verses concerning the choices I have in any given moment: Micah 7:8 in the NIV says, 8 “Do not gloat over me, my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will rise. Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light.”

We always have a choice as to how we respond to any circumstance, be it same sex attraction or Parkinson’s or anything else. God can use anyone to express His love to the world. In my lifetime, I have met three men who have undergone sex change surgery only to regret it afterwards. Since I feel so free in sharing my story, I tend to attract a lot of people who want to tell me their’s - and there have been so many through the years. Each of these men who had their bodies altered to try and become women, were each confronted by God’s love and chose to surrender their sexual identity to Him. Each came to the same conclusion: “I was born male and have made a tremendous mistake. I must live with the consequences of my choice, but I choose to live out the remainder of my days in the gender God made me to be.” They have, since the time I met them, helped rescue many from making the same mistake they made. To a man, they would each say they are walking in the purpose God meant for them to walk in all along - in spite of the ways they had altered their bodies. God’s ways and His thoughts are higher than ours. We do not have to understand everything. We just need to be willing to repent and be used by God…whatever the cost.

“In life, you don’t use God to fulfill your purpose. Instead, you let God use you to fulfill His purpose.” www.BecomingChristians.com

I would highly recommend that you park the car of your thought-life in the Purpose Zone. The dividends are amazing and the view is spectacular and the perks are beyond human understanding.

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Philippians 4:8 NIV

The cost of knowing one’s purpose? Its will cost you everything you are and have. Why does it cost so much? Because Jesus paid the debt we owed for our sin. This cost Him His life. You and I were worth His very life, yet He turns around and offers eternal life as a free gift. We but have to reach out and accept it. So why would it cost us everything if it is a free gift? Because in accepting the free gift of life in and through Jesus, we gain everything He has to offer us. In God’s economy gaining life in Him is worth dying to our selves. Do you want to know your purpose in life? Seek Jesus and remember the following:

Then Jesus said to his disciples, "Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it. What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul? Matthew 16:24-26 NIV

Dennnis Jernigan

The above info is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone”. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

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The Inactivity or ‘I Can’t’ Zone

The Inactivity or ‘I Can’t’ Zone

“Your attitude is like a price tag, it shows how valuable you are.” Robert Kiyosaki

The attitude of giving up - like I have personally experienced when trying to button my shirt or finish a meal without making a mess due to Parkinson’s - is often characterized by feelings of being overwhelmed, frustration (Been there. Done that!), and a sense of helplessness - as one tends to feel when they are bumping into furniture, or tripping, or falling for no apparent reason. Such feelings often lead to a desire to just throw one’s shaking hands in the air and quit when challenges become difficult. It can be fueled by a fear of failure and a lack of persistence, sometimes stemming from a desire for an easier path, which can ultimately result in a victim mentality and short-lived gratification. In contrast, the "never give up" - I call it the “seeing life from God’s perspective” - mindset is driven by commitment rather than feelings. It helps me reorient myself and fix my eyes on Jesus and focuses on taking responsibility for my response to setbacks, and can often leads to increased resilience and a stronger sense of emotional control.

“The only difference between a good day and a bad day is your attitude.” Dennis S. Brown

The "I can't" attitude is a negative, self-limiting mindset that prevents personal growth, learning, and the pursuit of new experiences. A great question to ask someone is, “When you get to the age of 75 and look back on your life, what will you regret not having at least tried - in spite of Parkinson’s?” It involves believing you are unable to succeed or that challenges are insurmountable, most often due to a fear of failure, and it can be a major roadblock to achieving your goals. This attitude contrasts with a positive, "can-do" mindset, which sees challenges as opportunities and increases the likelihood of success. I would much rather have at least tried to play in the woods with my grandchildren rather than to look back with regret or to play cards with them even though I can no longer shuffle those cards and it drains my brain just to strategize even when playing something as simple as Uno! I hate regret but I love at least trying! That’s just me.

When Parkinson’s raised its ugly head in my life, I went immediately into a state of grief. Grief doesn’t just appear when we lose someone to death. It can be a response to any significant loss, like the end of a relationship, financial loss, job loss, an illness (like PD),or any number of things. I did go through what has become known as the 5 stage is griefs of defined and developed by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross. She intended them to be used as a framework to help one understand their reactions to loss. While I did go through all 5 stages, not everyone does…and they may not go through them in the same order as I did. Let me just run through these stages briefly.

Denial (And, no, I’m not talking about some river in Africa). This is a temporary refusal to accept the reality of the situation. I remember, after undergoing a nerve test in my arm due to the slight tremor I had developed, of hearing the doctor’s mere mention that I could possibly have PD, and saying, “No. I don’t think that’s possible.” I also recall my personal physician, whom I love and count as a good friend, tell me it may just be an essential tremor and love hearing those words because he was not sure I had PD. An essential tremor is a very common movement disorder that is characterized by involuntary, rhythmic shaking or trembling that can affect the hands, head, and voice. Although the cause of ET is not known, they tend to run in families. I reasoned, “No one in my family has ever had these, so it must just be an anomaly.” Don’t ya love self-diagnosis?!

Of course, once I had received the official diagnosis, I went into full-fledged denial, flat-out refusing to accept the diagnosis or its reality in my life. As I have already shared, when I shared with a friend who was a doctor and he asked me to run through my symptoms with him, he looked at me and said, “Jernigan, you don’t have Parkinson’s. You’re just old!” Of course I held on to that thought for quite a while thinking I would find a way to reverse the tremors and imbalance I was experiencing. After a year of this, I then went into my next stage of grief. Anger.

I became so angry that I stopped really living for a while. I was angry at myself for somehow bringing this upon myself - which is a downright stupid thought. I was angry at God for allowing this to come into my life just as our grandkids were getting old enough to play with and go fishing with. As if God was taken by surprise by PD, never once stopping to ask Him about how He wanted to use PD for my good! I allowed my anger to develop into a ‘why me? attitude, which everyone loves to be around…NOT! Rather than lash out at others, I did what any self-respecting introvert would do. I withdrew into myself - and away from those who loved me the most. I stopped staying too long at family gatherings. I stopped taking calls from my friends. I stopped living a full life for a season.

Bargaining - which is the next stage of grief - was not a huge part of my life except for a very brief season. There is one thing that has helped tether me to reality through most of my adult life and that is we cannot change our past. In terms of my Parkinson’s diagnosis, I could not change that so I didn’t

spend much time bargaining or arguing with God. I did, however, ask him to remove this ’thorn’ from my flesh - and for 6 and a half years, I had resigned myself to PD being a constant and active part of my life. The apostle, Paul, puts it much more succinctly than I can:

2 Corinthians 12:5-10 NIV says, 5 “I will boast about a man like that, but I will not boast about myself, except about my weaknesses. 6 Even if I should choose to boast, I would not be a fool, because I would be speaking the truth. But I refrain, so no one will think more of me than is warranted by what I do or say, 7 or because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. 8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9 But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 10 That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

I prayed Paul’s prayer from my own perspective and got the same answer: "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." When I am weak, then He is strong. I must add that now that I have had the privilege of DBS in my life, in a way, God HAS removed a great deal of the ‘thorn’ of PD from my life. I will always have PD but now the symptoms have been greatly mitigated by the brain procedure. I no longer deal with tremors. I can work an 8 hour day without brain fog entering the picture. I can even sing and play the piano again (If you heard me now you would hear a marked difference between where I was before the surgery) even though I know I will probably not get back to the level of proficiency I was at before DBS. After all, I am getting old, lol!

The next stage of grief is depression. Here is something I have only recently discovered: I have gone through many bouts of depression in my past without knowing what to call it. I am a very melancholy person. I feel the highest highs and feel the lowest lows - and I love it. Many years ago, I went to my family physician and asked him to prescribe me an antidepressant. He refused, saying, “Where do you think all the music comes from? I’m not going to mess with what God is doing.” I took His advice but still battled occasional times of depression. The only thing I knew to do when those down times came was to change the way I thought about whatever was bringing me down - and the depression would lift. It was not until I sought out counseling during my late 50s that I discovered what I had been experiencing was actually depression. The funny thing is, my counselor asked me to consider the fact that every feeling I have is attached to a thought I am thinking. He encouraged me to change the way I thought. In the world this is called Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, which is a very widely used form of therapy that hopes to improve mental health by addressing unhealthy thoughts, thereby changing one’s emotions and, due to changing emotions, is often able to help an individual change their behavior. In the Christian worldview this is called renewing the mind and have found doing so brings much healing and help when depression tries to raise its head. I take a mood enhancer these days just to help with any latent brain fog but find I am fine without it. I am just no longer in depression over PD and have continued to practice renewing my thoughts. Here is more of what the apostle Paul has to say on the matter:

Romans 12:1-2 NIV, says, 1 “Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God--this is your true and proper worship. 2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:1-2 NIV

This brings us to the stage of grief called acceptance. This is simply that. Acknowledging Parkinson’s reality in my life and learning how to live with it, not just cope with it, but LIVE with it. One of the best things I have done since the diagnosis is to continue to be creative. Rather than being inactive creatively I have chosen to write 3 books on the subject of PD and have written 2 fantasy books for my grandchildren - and that was all before the DBS procedure. I have also continued to be active, working out using an online chair exercise program at least 4 days a week which has helped me maintain my dad-bod figure through it all.

It reminds me of the early days of my songwriting career when one major record company told me no one would ever sing my songs because they were too long or too wordy or too intimate. Just ‘too much.’ My response was, rather than to give up and say, “I can’t do this” became “I’ll continue to write whatever the Lord places upon my heart and leave it up to Him as to how He gets the music ‘out there.’” So far, even after over 35 years of existence for some of these songs, God continues to provide for me and Melinda via royalties from church use as well as many streaming services that now publish them. I have also released 2 new albums since the diagnosis and will continue to do so - even after I am gone. Thank God I made many demos of songs that never made it to an album!

I recently wrote this next portion of the book as a means of explaining to others - especially my grandchildren - how having an attitude of self-learning can go a long way way is preventing one’s self from parking in the ‘I Can’t Zone’.

“Never stop learning because life never stops teaching.” Anonymous

One of the smartest things a person can do for their overall health is to never stop learning. Learning helps keep my eyes off of me and helps me understand the needs of others. Since Parkinson’s affects the mind, I have focused heavily on this in several practical ways which I will get to momentarily.

You should never stop learning because it keeps your mind sharp, improves emotional and physical health, and creates opportunities for social connection and professional growth. Staying engaged with new knowledge boosts memory and problem-solving skills, enhances your ability to adapt to a changing world, and fosters a sense of accomplishment and self-confidence. 

"Once you stop learning, you start dying.” Albert Einstein

It has been shown that self-learning has many cognitive and mental benefits. Self-learning keeps the brain sharp because learning new things challenges the brain, which can improve memory, concentration, and problem-solving skills.

It helps prevent cognitive decline. Continuous learning has been shown to help prevent memory loss and may lower the risk of degenerative brain diseases and Lord knows I’ll take all the help I can get get in this area.

I have personally found that self-learning boosts my emotional well-being. Discovering new passions and skills can lead to greater personal happiness, satisfaction, and self-confidence. I have taken a keen interest in reading the writings of Clint Hill and have gained much knowledge about the Secret Service. Who knew I would love such books and learn so much? 

Self-learning can affect professional and personal growth. I have found that self-learning helps me stay relevant - at least I know how to pray for the world around me.We live in a fast-paced world where learning new skills is essential for staying relevant in your career and keeping up with industry changes.

I believe self-learning increases job security: Acquiring new knowledge and skills can help you become a more valuable and irreplaceable employee, especially in the day of AI. Use AI to help you learn. Self-learning brings a sense of accomplishment: Mastering a new skill or topic can make you feel purposeful and accomplished. 

Of course, there are social and physical benefits to self-learning. Self-learning can help build social connections. Just the other night one of my sons-in-law and I sat around a campfire and talked about different things we have learned about history and this, in turn, led us a to a deeper social bonding - especially over the Roman empire, lol! It was so cool to watch 2 of my grandchildren who were present take great interest in what were talking about as they sat their raptly engaged upon our every word. Learning in a group setting, like a class or workshop, is a great way to meet new people who share your interests.

Self-learning enriches your conversations. A wider base of knowledge gives you more things to discuss with others and helps you understand different perspectives.

Self-learning promotes physical health. Active hobbies that involve learning, such as a new sport, can improve mobility, flexibility, and overall physical health.

Personally, I listen to a lot of podcasts on history and theology. My favorite podcast on theology is called “The Church and Culture Podcast” by Dr. James Emery White and I listen to a ton of books which helps satisfy my love of history, I work The New York Times crossword puzzle, I watch Jeopardy. It’s like I have an insatiable need to learn something new every day. There have been many times when Melinda and I have been watching Jeopardy and I will give an answer like Hadrian’s Wall, the Battle of Hastings, Lech Walesa, or Wallace Simpson - and I will be correct. She just looks at me and says, “How could you possibly know that?” and I will respond with, “I don’t know. I just do.” Yesterday we were watching and this happened and I said, “I don’t know why I know useless trivia. I just had brain surgery.” She said, “You’re brain is amazing.”

God gave our brains. We renew our minds - either positively or negatively - every day. Self-learning helps me maintain discipline in my life and I believe it helps me stay young at heart (and young in mind). Don’t ever think you are too old to learn something new. That day will be the beginning of the end…and people will not want you n their Trivial Pursuit team. Just sayin’!

"Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at 20 or 80. Anyone who keeps learning stays young." Henry Ford

The fee for parking in the ‘I Can’t Zone’ or just plain old giving up is to waste away; an added fee is a loss of purpose which tends to bring hope to one’s life in the sense of having something to look forward to; not having hope tends to give a person no reason to keep on fighting for life. I cannot afford such heavy fees. As William Wallace says in “Braveheart”, "Every man dies, not every man really lives”. I choose life. I just do - whether I tremor, have a foggy brain, or not!

Dennis Jernigan

The above info is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone”. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

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The No Parking Zone of Pride

The No Parking Zone of Pride

“Pride is concerned with who is right. Humility is concerned with what is right.” Ezra T. Benson

Pride goes before destruction,

a haughty spirit before a fall.

Proverbs 16:18 NIV

We hear the word pride tossed around today as a good thing. I would agree that there are times and positive things to be proud of, but I stop short of glorifying sin with the word ‘pride’. There is a good pride. I am proud of the music I have made and the books I have written and the things I have done for the kingdom of God. I am proud of my children and grandchildren. I am proud of my wife…but I cannot attribute pride to anything God calls sin.

Pride has, by far, a more negative side to it. Pride is an excessive, undue, and often arrogant belief in one's own superiority or importance.  For instance, one can take excessive pride in one's physical appearance. Praise is a haughty manner resulting from an overly high opinion of oneself. One has but to look at Hollywood to see this on full display. Negative pride, or hubris, is an excessive, self-centered love of one's own excellence, often considered a sin in theological contexts and leading to disregard for others or a downfall. 

God’s Word makes it very clear what God thinks of pride in James 4:1-7 NIV:

1 What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don't they come from your desires that battle within you? 2 You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. 3 When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures. 4 You adulterous people, don't you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. 5 Or do you think Scripture says without reason that he jealously longs for the spirit he has caused to dwell in us? 6 But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble." 7 Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

I believe reality is that all good things are given by God and that all my personal accomplishments I take pride in can be directly attributed to him. He inspired the books I have written. He inspired every song I have penned. He gave me those 9 children. He breathed life into my 13 grandchildren. He brought me the perfect wife for me. He is responsible for any good things I have brought to the kingdom of God. In James 1:17 NIV God spells it out plainly:

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

One of the greatest examples of a person who ‘got this’ was Corrie ten Boom. Corrie ten Boom was a watchmaker and later a Christian writer and public speaker, who worked with her father, Casper ten Boom, her sister Betsie ten Boom and other family members to help many Jewish people escape from the Nazis during the Holocaust in World War II by hiding them in her home. They were caught, and she was arrested and sent to the Ravensbrück concentration camp. Her most famous book,The Hiding Place, is a biography that recounts the story of her family's efforts and how she found and shared hope in God while she was imprisoned at the concentration camp. She went on to tell her story to millions upon millions of people all over the world. She should have been proud when heaped with praise, but she was the epitome of humility.

Corrie ten Boom had a well-known analogy about receiving praise: "When people come up and give me a compliment, I take each remark as if it were a flower. At the end of the day I lift up the bouquet of flowers I have gathered throughout the day and say, 'Here you are, Lord, it is all Yours.’" She used this "bouquet of flowers" to give glory back to God rather than to herself. 

And just what is humility? Humility is a God-centered, other-focused posture of the heart characterized by recognizing our dependence on God, admitting our own limitations and sinfulness, and valuing others above ourselves, as exemplified by Jesus Christ. It involves a sober self-assessment, a willingness to serve, and an absence of selfish ambition or pride, reflecting a correct understanding of our place before God.

"True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.” Rick Warren

Miss Corrie recognized that God was opposed to the proud but that He extended grace and mercy to the humble. It seems that the more she expressed humility the more famous she became. Go figure! I believe she understood that she was not placed on this earth for her own good or her own glory, but that she was here to lay down her life for others and, first and foremost, for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

“The only thing more dangerous than ignorance is arrogance.” Albert Einstein

What I have discovered in my own life is that pride wells up in me because I want to be noticed and because I think more highly of my own than the needs of others. I have all discovered that each time I allow pride to distort my self-importance that the pedestal I have placed myself on tends to crumble and fall and I am left devastated. The remedy that always works is humbling myself before God and others - not in a groveling or insincere way - but in a way that says, “This life is not about me. It is about God and others.” Without fail, God begins to pour out grace and mercy to me and I am compelled to minister to the needs of others in the name of Jesus.

When I have thoughts of irrelevance or lack of purpose is when I start feeling the weight of pride upon my life. This is where arrogance begins to take root in our minds. These thoughts give rise to prideful feelings. When those feelings begin to consume me, I have learned (and I am still learning) that by ministering to the needs of others, I find my own needs are met. I am fulfilled by the love and mercy of God and His presence in my life and I am bathed in a shower of meaningful relevance and purpose.

“Pride is the carbon monoxide of sin. It silently and slowly kills you without you even knowing.” Tim Keller

Arrogance is a haughty, prideful attitude of self importance that disregards God and others. It's seen as an abomination to God, leading to a proud look, self-sufficiency, contempt, and boasting in oneself rather than the Lord. The Bible consistently condemns arrogance, emphasizes its destructive consequences, and calls for humility as its opposite.

What I have found is that people do not like to be around haughty, prideful, arrogant people…unless they are butt-kissers (as we say in the south) and desire the attentions of being ‘seen’ by such people in the hope that they, too, will be seen as something ‘better than’ or ‘more than’. Basically, they want to be seen as important…to have relevance and purpose. What they cannot see is that only by humility can we ever truly discover and enjoy the fruits of what God calls relevant and purposeful. We would do ourselves a world of good by remember why Jesus came in the first place…and then, do the same regardless of how we make a living.

In Luke 19:10 NIV, God’s Word tells us, “…the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”

And just how did He do that? He laid down His life for all of us. I guess the best way to find and live a humble life is to lay our own lives down for the sake of others. Remember, the power of life and death is in the tongue - the words we say. How can yo lay down your life or minister to someone else by the words you say?

The other side of that coin is found in John 10:18. This verse is a direct declaration from Jesus about His authority over His own life: "No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down, and I have authority to take it up again. I received this commandment from my Father". This passage emphasizes that His death was a voluntary act, not something forced upon Him. 

Then we find in John 15:13 even more specificity about the matter of laying down one’s life. This verse highlights Jesus' ultimate act of love: "Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends". It is presented as the highest form of sacrificial love, and Jesus identifies Himself as laying down His life for His followers.

Then in 1 John 3:16, we find this verse explains the significance of Jesus' sacrifice, stating, "We know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us". By laying down His life, Jesus demonstrated God's immense love and provided a model for how believers should live. 

How can one be prideful when demonstrating love by sacrificing his life for another? He can’t. He will actually find that many others will be drawn to the love of Jesus as a result of their sacrifice…even if that sacrifice should lead to physical death. As I write this portion of the book, it has been 3 weeks since political activist and messenger of the Gospel, Charlie Kirk, was assassinated due to His outspoken faith in Jesus Christ. What we are seeing all across America - and around the word - is astounding. Rather than silencing a major voice for change in our culture, the assassin’s bullet has actually magnified and intensified and opened up Charlie’s message to millions of young people who are having to reckon with the questions Charlie posed by the way in which he lived his life and treated others. They are coming face to face with the realization that hope cannot be found in the political/governmental realm, as many would have us believe. Hope is found in Jesus and Charlie’s sacrifice is extending that hope even in death.

He was, in my estimation, the epitome of humility. Ready to meet Jesus, he opened himself up to meeting the needs of others by very publicly extolling the work of Christ on the cross and by being willing to listen to ANYONE and answer any question, regardless of how vile and mocking and reprehensible those questions might have been. I imagine he is standing very near to miss Corrie right now, lifting up the bouquet of flowers he had gathered throughout the days of his life and saying, 'Here you are, Lord, it is all Yours.'"

Dennis Jernigan

The above info is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone”. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

Photo courtesy of https://pixabay.com/photos/humble-sign-signage-metal-word-732566/

The No Grumbling and Complaining Zone

The No Grumbling and Complaining Zone

“Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining - it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn’t solve any problems.” Zig Ziglar

When I began research on the No Parking Zone of Grumbling and Complaining, I had no idea I would find out so many people had written on the subject. There is a difference in pointing out your pain and constantly harping on it to anyone who will listen. Grumbling and complaining have futile and negative impacts. It, in no way, solves your problem and tends to ruin one's own as well as the days of others. It is a sign of negativity and a lack of agency; of taking responsibility for yourself; of owning what is causing you to grumble and complain.

For so many years I grumbled and complained to God (privately) to ask Him to change my sexual orientation. I’m sure He must not have enjoyed it at all, but was patient with me through it all. What changed my attitude and led me away from grumbling and complaining about it? I realized my sexual orientation had been based on choices I had made - whether consciously or sub-consciously. Guess when my orientation began to change? When I began to take responsibility for my choices and began to make different choices. It’s called maturity.

“Maturity is when you stop complaining and making excuses in your life; you realize everything that happens in life is a result of the previous choice you’ve made and start making new choices to change your life.” Roy Bennett

On November 7, 1981, I had decided Jesus loved me and that He had given mankind a free will; that mankind had brought sin into the world, not God. I walked out of a homosexual identity and straight (no pun intended) into the identity of a new creation in Christ. 2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV, says “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” I literally changed my mind that night and walk out of my old identity and into my new.

Did the temptations stop? No. But with every temptation I had a choice to make. Would I listen to it or would I listen to and speak the truth of Who God says I am? Just as I chose to not allow PD to define me, I choose not to allow my temptations to define me. Temptations simply became a launching point for my faith in Christ and I CHOSE to see and think new and different thoughts about who I was and to stop groveling and compiling that PD was not fair to someone who had given their whole adult life to Christ. But wait a minute!

After all was said and done, Jesus - God - came to earth. Fully man and fully God. He was God whose name means “God With Us” and He came to suffer, and to be tempted just as we are (yet without sin). In fact, He bore the entirety of sin for all mankind - past, present, future - to pay the sin debt that separated us from God the Father. Once I understood that, I placed homosexual sin on Jesus and received a new way of thinking in its place. God’s Word calls such a thing renewing the mind. I became so adept at this that eventually my feelings changed. Change the mind and we change the way we feel. If we change the way we feel we can change the way we act. Even modern science finds this ‘renewing of the mind’ as very helpful in treating depression, anxiety, PTSD, and even TBI. The world calls this cognitive behavioral therapy.

"Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in

complaining.” Mason Cooley

Still, I found myself grumbling and complaining to one friend in particular who, I KNOW, was fed up with me always saying things like, “Why did I have to deal with same sex attraction,” or “I have an excuse to whine about people who treat me as if I was still homosexual even after marrying a woman (Melinda) and fathering 9 (It’s true) children.” The reason I know how he felt was because he had gone with me on a ministry trip where I shared my story and I had begun to complain about a perceived ‘slight’ I had detected from a certain man while on our way back to where we were staying. Without warning, he saw a cemetery and told me to ‘pull in’. I was very confused at this request…until he said, “OK. I’ve heard this enough! Pick out a tombstone!” I asked, “Why?” He simply said, “You’e going to pick out a tombstone and then leave the old you buried there. And I never want to hear you complain again about your past! You can’t change it now! Own it! Leave it here…then move on down the road!”

This was somewhere around 1997, some 16 years after I had made my initial decision to walk with Christ. And it dawned on me in that moment how much of a burden and weight I had placed on all those who loved me…and how fed up with my constant grumbling and complaining about this matter must have worn on them. That is why I found it much easier to deal with PD (after going through the stages of grief!). As a friend once told me when dealing with my one of my first panic attacks when I thought I was dying, “So what if you die? Where will you be?” That question pierced my soul, causing me to calm right down because it forced me to face my fear with faith. I said, “I’ll be with Jesus.” She then asked, “And that would be a bad thing?”

"Complaining is a vain way of explaining pain without gaining relief.” Israelmore Ayivor

The deal with PD is that it caused me to withdraw from many family and social gatherings. I say ‘it caused’ but reality is I had to choose to withdraw from family and friends. By not facing my fears of what they might think of me I was choosing not only for myself more pain and anxiety, but I was effectively causing them more pain and anxiety, my pulling away being another way of silently grumbling and complaining. What was I going to do to get out of this no parking zone?

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.” William Arthur Wards

As I have already shared, we are people of choice. We may not get to choose our circumstance - or even what tempts us - but we can always choose how we will respond to said circumstances. PD can drive a man or woman to withdraw into themselves, but that is the sure-fire way to kill a relationship. Life requires that we give life and that we receive life in return - and life exchanged always leads to MORE life. That is when I decided the no parking fee for grumbling and complaining was not worth the cost of family and friends. Life with my family and friends is the one of the rewards of facing PD head-on. In a sense, getting the DBS procedure was a way of ‘adjusting my sails’. I saw it as a viable way - even if the surgery killed me - of making the effort to gain the best quality of life, not just for me, but for my family and friends…and that, my friend, was another tombstone moment in my life.

I want to share one more thing with you about how I adjusted my sails in the way I relate to PD. I and writing a fantasy series for my grandchildren in which I share how to face life and it’s circumstances with from a different point of view. In the third book of the series called The Bairns of Bren: Book Three: The Puzzle, I (the old king), have been placed under a spell by an evil sorcerer named Sepeleo Parkinson. It was intended to show my children and grandchildren how my life is still worth living and still enriched even though I find myself under the ‘spell’ of Parkinson’s. The next book is called Winifred and the Watcher in the Woods (will not be available until sometime in 2026) and is intended to help the family see that, no matter what we go through, caring for a family member is never a burden.You’ll have to read them to find out how we resolved the issue of PD! Don’t grumble and complain. Just go buy the dang books and see what I mean!

Dennis Jernigan

The above info is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone”. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

Photo courtesy of https://pixabay.com/photos/panel-logo-road-sign-man-prison-2091805/

The No Parking Zone of Anxiety and Fear

The No Parking Zone of Anxiety and Fear

“Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.” C. H. Spurgeon

What is anxiety? Anxiety is a common mental health condition characterized by excessive worry, fear, and nervousness. It can manifest in various ways, including: 

Apprehension, dread, nervousness, irritability, restlessness

Rapid heartbeat, sweating, shortness of breath, trembling, muscle tension

Difficulty concentrating, ruminating, negative thoughts about the future

Avoidance of certain situations, panic attacks, difficulty sleeping

Anxiety can be triggered by a wide range of factors, such as stress, life events, or underlying medical conditions. When anxiety becomes persistent and interferes with daily life, it may be considered an anxiety disorder. 

I am a follower of Christ and I believe His Word is true and full of wisdom and has so much to say on the subject of worry. In Philippians 4:6 NIV we find it says, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” The following post on Instagram by author @MYMINDJOY on September 24, 2025 gives a concise explanation of a Christ-centered view of anxiety and it came from a Christian Mental Health Therapist and can be found at https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNCF0RtsjC4/?igsh=Z2FsbTQ4dTZtcGF4:

“That being said, we need to understand a few things about anxiety before we continue. First of all, the verse, as it is often translated, sounds more like emotional suppression if we don’t include the rest of the verse. We need to talk about Philippians 4:6 because for most of us It is impossible to live without experiencing moments of anxiety because God gave us our nervous system. And guess what? He gave you anxiety as a response to threat and danger to protect you.

God’s Word says ‘don’t be anxious about anything,' not don't be anxious. The original Greek there is saying don't stay in your anxiety to the point where it pulls you apart. That’s what it means in the original Greek. To say don’t have anxiety ever in the first place is literally impossible.

What happens when you tell someone who's anxious, don't be anxious? You make them more anxious. God knows that you're anxious. He is saying don't stay in your anxiety. Don't let it get to the point where it’s pulling you apart and destroying you. The verse then reads, ‘but in everything by prayer and petition let your request be known to God.’ The original Greek there is actually talking about an earnest prayer - a heartfelt prayer. It is a lament. It is pouring your heart out to God. It is speaking of emotional urgency. This is not a cold religious act, it is an honest raw connection with our God which is so much better than just talking about ‘don’t be anxious’.

Then it goes on to say ‘with Thanksgiving, present your requests to God.’ Neuroscience has taught us that the part of our brain that accesses gratitude can actually shift us out of a trauma response and that is hard to do when we try to tell people to jump there instantaneously, as when we said to them, ‘Just be grateful.’  That is wrong for us to put that on people. What we need to say to them is, ‘After you've lamented and poured out your earnest prayer, your earnest lament,’ which actually sounds a lot like therapy, ‘Then that part of gratitude and thanksgiving is more accessible.’

The original context here is speaking to having gratitude at the same time that you struggle. It’s not one or the other. It's both! We hear this all the time in therapy sessions where anxiety is being felt on a Christ-centered level: two things can be true at once. You can have faith and struggle. You can have gratitude while you are still pouring out your lament before the Lord. It’s actually really good for our brain when we have the capacity to do that. It is reminding us of the goodness of God in the midst of our struggle because he wants to be with us right there in the valley. It says let your request be made known to God.

He wants to know your wants and needs. A lot of therapists talk about unmet needs. A lot of trauma has resulted in unmet needs. Unmet needs for acceptance; for love for safety. Sometimes it's tangible like that. They just aren't enough resources like a roof over our head. We are meant to bring needs to God, not just swallow our anxiety. This verse is not emotional suppression. It's an invitation to a raw and vulnerable connection.”

I am a natural worrier, but I have learned to take those thoughts captive. How have I done that? By recognizing that every feeling I have - worry included - is attached to a thought I have had. We are people of choice. We may not have a choice as to our circumstances but we always have a choice as to how we respond to this circumstances. We can actually choose to think new thoughts and if we can think new thoughts, we can change the way we feel and, if we can change the way we feel, we can change the way we behave..

God’s Word also tells us in Romans 12:2 we can be transformed by renewing of our mind. It says “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will.” And just how do we do that? We put off the stinkin’ thinkin’ and put on the thoughts of God. To put it another way, we put off the lies we are believing and put own the Truth of  God’s Word.

For instance, when I feel fearful, I put off the lie that says ‘I am all alone in my suffering’ and I put on the Word found in John 4:18 that says, “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.”

Even if you are not a follower of or believer in Jesus Christ, you will probably be familiar with what is known as the Sermon on the Mount. In the latter portion of that sermon, He addresses worry, saying, “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you - you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

Matthew 6:25-34 NIV

As Jesus says so eloquently, “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?” In other words, what does worry accomplish? Absolutely nothing!

“Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.” Jodi Picoult, “Sing You Home”

  We spend far too much time worrying about things we cannot possibly change. I would rather not worry about my health. I plan on being wise with my health but I do not fret over it - or my lack of good health. I would rather focus on what I have right before me. I have children who need their dad. I have grandchildren who live to lavish their love on me. I have an amazing wife who I enjoy just being with. The No Parking Zone of Anxiety has a ticket cost of the loss of precious time better spent elsewhere. I choose to live with purpose in spite of my health woes. I don’t have time to fret over anything else. Even my eventual death. Why is that? Because I know I will be with Jesus immediately following my last earthly breath.

Here is one of my favorite passages of Scripture that helps me keep my mind from worry. Found in Philippians 4:6-8 NIV, it says, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things.”

By prayer and thanksgiving (gratitude) let your requests be known to God. And then think about all the good things in your life! Leave all your burdens with Him and have the attitude ‘What’s the worst thing that can happen to me?’ If I die, I’m with Jesus…and I will see all my loved ones who have gone on before me - those who have put their faith in Christ - and I will be reunited with my family eventually anyway…so what do I need to worry about? I can’t change anything about my circumstance - except my attitude. And my attitude is one of gratitude for the many blessings of my life. I even give God thanks for Parkinson’s and the ways in which it has enriched my life. I’m writing this book for you in the hope that it will benefit you on your own journey through the disease…so there’s that.

“Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.” Swedish Proverb

The bottom line is I cannot change my circumstances. All I can change is my attitude towards them. I cannot afford the parking ticket for parking my thought life in the anxiety zone - the loss of time with my family and friends. As you’ll get used to hearing me say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”

Dennis Jernigan

This is a chapter from my upcoming book, “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone. It is unedited.

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The Parking Zone of Laughter - The Good Medicine

The Parking Zone of Laughter - The Good Medicine

Proverbs 17:22 in the NIV, says, 22 A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

One of the most healing things Melinda and I have discovered since we are both over 65 now is that we might as well enjoy the ride. We have found laughter to be such a good medicine for our souls and have found one of the healing agents to be bonding and intimacy in ways far beyond the physical. We can, and often do, laugh at ourselves and our situations. Our kids and grandkids are learning to do the same things - not at our expense - but WITH us. I believe this will help them deal with our eventual old age and with our deaths. Several of the children feel so comfortable talking with us about such things that we have had this question asked several times now. “When you are at the end of life, what kind of home do you want to be placed in?” Melinda and I both declare adamantly that we want to grow old and die at home, to which our children always respond, “You didn’t answer my question. What kind of home do you want to be placed in?” Even in our laughter, through such a heavy conversation, we feel very loved.

The Hebrew word found in Proverbs 17:22 for ‘cheerful’ literally means ‘joyful, merry, glad, gleeful’, and is often translated as the word ‘laughter’.

One of my sons, who live near us one the property we have given him, has made it his life’s mission to scare me, and my life’s mission, in turn, is to scare him. He has my permission to film my response in any given moment. More often than not, we wind up laughing more than screaming. Just this morning, he sneaked into the house as I prepared to take some meds in the kitchen and just stood there silently waiting for me to realize he was there watching me. Luckily, I sensed his presence before we got to the hysteria phase.

A couple of weeks ago, I heard him go outside of the barn/workshop and he heard me preparing to leave as well. I decided I would scare him - without thinking he might be trying to do the same to me! I opened the door just in time to see him sliding down into the back seat of my car. My plan had been to sneak up behind him as he got into his car, so I went up to the car window and knocked on it to let him know he would have to try again. Only last year he had hidden in the cargo area of my Kia Sportage and had jumped out as I was pulling down our lengthy driveway. After the appropriate man-scream I began to laugh my tail off. I don’t know why I love this, but I do. I think it is because I feel so secure in who and in Whose I am and that I thrive on the endorphins released in my brain and laughter really does work like a medicine for my soul. The Hebrew word for medicine is literally ‘a cure, a healing’. Laughter can be a healing agent.

In Proverbs 17::22, the word ‘Spirit’ literally means ‘wind, breath, mind, spirit’. We are born with an innate sense - and I believe - need for laughter, deep down in our core identity. Laughing tends to help me gather my breath anew and helps clear my mind of all the clutter that just doesn’t matter.

‘Broken’ literally means ‘broken, stricken, wounded’.

We will all experience times of brokenness. times of wounding, and times of feeling stricken by trials and hard times and sickness. We must fill our personal arsenal with medicines to help us get through such times, Laughter is one of the best medicines I have found to help me and my family get through such times. Laughter triggers a wide range of positive physical, mental, and social effects in the human body. It serves as an immediate stress reliever and contributes to improved long-term health by stimulating organs, boosting the immune system, and releasing beneficial neurochemicals.

Physical effects

A hearty laugh reduces physical tension and stress, leaving muscles relaxed for up to 45 minutes afterward. Personally, the after-effects of a good belly laugh can last for days. I’’l take that any time, Parkinson’s or not!

Laughter increases oxygen intake, which stimulates the heart, lungs, and muscles. This enhances circulation and can protect against cardiovascular problems. During my last visit to our family physician, he told me my heart was in tip-top condition and I could not help but think this was due to all the laughter God has brought into my life.

It causes the body to increase the number of antibody-producing cells, such as T-cells and B-cells, which help fight off infections and disease. I hardly ever get sick - and even when I do - I look for ways to enjoy myself and this often means finding something to laugh about.

Laughter triggers the brain to release endorphins, the body's natural painkillers, which can temporarily relieve pain and increase pain tolerance. Honestly, I have found that laughing tends to dampen the symptoms and pain often associated with PD.

Laughing reduces the levels of stress hormones like cortisol and epinephrine, putting the brakes on the "fight-or-flight" response. Truth is, having Parkinson’s tends to put the breaks on my flight-or-flight response. The truth is, I am so weakened by the illness I could not fight or take flight if I wanted to…which is hilarious to think about.

While not a replacement for exercise, 10 to 15 minutes of laughter can burn a small number of calories and provide an aerobic workout for various muscles, including the diaphragm and abdomen. Need I say more?

Mental effects

Laughter increases the release of "feel-good" chemicals like endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin in the brain, which promote a sense of well-being and can help lift your mood. Who doesn’t want to feel better?

By activating brain areas associated with positive emotions and reducing stress hormones, laughter can lessen feelings of stress, anxiety, and depression. When I am depressed, I often look outside myself and seek to brighten someone else’s day. This takes my eyes off of myself and tends to reduce stress.

Humor provides a healthy coping mechanism, allowing you to see problems in a less threatening light and handle challenges more effectively. By keeping our eyes fixed on the joy Jesus took in me - according to Hebrews 12:2 NAV “for the joy that was set before him endured the cross” - I believe we were the joy set before Him that helped Him endure the cross - I can handle most anything these days.

The increased oxygenation from laughing can help you think more clearly, improve memory, and enhance creativity. This is such a rich mother lode of creativity for me. To be able to laugh in spite of what life throws my way often leads to outbursts of creativity, most often musically and in my writing. I think this has been a major reason I have never really faced writer’s block. There’s simply too much joy when I think of all God has done to get me to where I am today.

Social effects

Shared laughter is a powerful tool for building bonds, strengthening relationships, and fostering emotional connection. Last Wednesday night at our home church gathering, we went around the room sharing things no one else would know about us. This brought up many embarrassing moments and heaps of laughers as we each went around the room sharing. It is so good to laugh with others.

Laughter can help diffuse tension and resolve disagreements. Humor helps you put conflict into perspective and move past confrontations. Most of the time when disagreeing with someone else, I will simply concede to self-effacing humor about myself because it tends to take the wind out of the sails of my detractors and accusers. It just does.

Laughter is contagious, and simply hearing someone else laugh can prime your brain to smile and join in, fostering a sense of connection. Because I am so melancholic, I can find great release in crying with others just as easily as laughing with them…but I prefer laughing. I have found that both tears and laughter can foster a sense of connection and I am not afraid to go either place…which makes me laugh!

Even though the DBS surgery has rendered my tremors and brain fog nonexistent, in some ways our family has been robbed of those humorous moments like when the grandchildren would see my right arm and hand tremoring and would call it my ‘party hand’ or when, during meal time prayers, all the grandchildren would begin to shake their held hands just like me. But we have learned to turn that around, as crazy as that seems, and the grandchildren - or I - will still shake their hands during prayer time with one eye open to see if they are causing the adults to laugh…and generally, they are!

For the past 6 and a half years, I would say I have had moments of having a broken, stricken, wounded, spirit from time to time due to Parkinson’s, and because we are in this together, Melinda has had more than her fair share of those feelings, but I will say that one of the major medicines the Lord has used to bring healing to our wounded spirits is laughter. We have moments where one of us says something that cracks the other up without meaning to…mostly that’s Melinda. I’ve shared this story before but it is worth the time it takes to remind you. She works on designing and building fine custom jewelry. One day she said, “Here. Hold this…but don’t touch it!” I asked her, “How am I supposed to do that?” When she realized what she had said, we both began to laugh uncontrollably - and to this day I still don’t know what she meant…and this makes me laugh even more! We have learned to laugh at ourselves.

A more recent episode that caused us great laughter was as we were preparing for bed. I was trying to read her clues as to whether or not she was being amorous with me…just as she was spraying nasal spray into each nostril. I heard the ‘ssst ssst’ of the spray and asked her, “Is that the sound that you are going to be making to let me know you are ‘in the mood’ or not? She asked me what I meant by that and, of course, I had reenact what had just happened. I said, “Is that your new signal to me that you are wanting intimacy? Ssst ssst?” We began to laugh our heads off and went to bed happy whether or not we had physical intimacy or not. Such is the joy we find in the most mundane and ridiculous moments of life because we have learned to laugh at ourselves.

I have encouraged my grandchildren to learn the intricacies of Dad Jokes and my love of a good pun. Melinda and I have learned to not take even my illness quite so seriously and are learning to laugh at the way growing old is affecting our relationship. We watch a lot of comedy movies - even though this is difficult to do for us with a great deal of all the movies being produced today laced with vulgar language or sexual imagery. There are still many we can turn to for a good evening of laughter. Most of the following were suggested by my children but I concur that are great movies… like “The Princess Bride” or “Reds” or “Red Notice” or “Heads of State” or “Elf” or “Oh, Brother Where Art Thou” or “The Mummy” or “Galaxy Quest” or “Napoleon Dynamite” or “Home Alone” or “Cheaper By the Dozen” or “Nacho Libre” or “Signs” (even though it’s not a comedy I still love the way this movie makes me feel) or “ Second Hand Lions” or Son of Rambow” or “The Princess Diaries” or “Father of the Bride”

I Took Melinda, many years ago now, to see Jerry Seinfeld and was very pleased with how clean and kind he was on stage. It is not difficult to find clean comedians today, thanks to the rise of people like Nate Bergatze. For Melinda’s birthday this year, I took her to see Nate and I literally cried I laughed for so long. In addition, I love Jim Gaffigan, Brian Regan, Leanne Morgan and several others.

Can you tell I love to laugh? I absolutely love to laugh with my grandchildren. It really does go a long way towards healing my wounded spirit. I’ll leave you with some of the very brief jokes I have made for my grandchildren. They often respond with jokes of their own back to me, but I want to give you a few examples of just how easy and healing it is to laugh - even in hard times.

What do you call a snowman who works out? The abdominal snowman.

What goes up when the rain comes down?

Umbrellas.

What is the difference between a teacher and a train? A teacher says, “Spit out your gum,” and a train says, “Choo! Choo!”

What do you call a bear with no teeth? A gummy bear.

Why did the koala eat so much eucalyptus? Because it could not leaf it alone.

What animals can jump higher than the Sydney Harbor bridge? All animals, because the Sydney Harbor Bridge cannot jump!

What does a raincloud wear under its raincoat? Thunderwear.

What happens when it’s raining cats and dogs? You might step in a poodle.

The above info is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone”. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

Photo courtesy of https://pixabay.com/photos/smile-men-worker-vertically-1591798/

The No Parking Zone of Self-Pity

The No Parking Zone of Self-Pity

"Self-pity is our worst enemy, and if we yield to it, we can never do anything wise in the world”. Helen Keller

As I thought about the purpose of no Parking Zones I could not help but think of certain areas I cannot afford to park my attitude concerning PD. I will list a few I have had to avoid in order to live my best life regardless of whether I have PD or not. I cannot afford the fees of parking in the Self-pity Zone, the Pride Zone, the Anger Zone, the Feeling I Am A Burden to Others Zone, the Panic Zone, the Anxiety Zone, the Inactivity Zone, The I Can’t Zone, or the Grumbling or Complaining Zone.

What is the purpose of a no parking zone? The primary purpose of a no parking zone is to maintain safety, ensure efficient traffic flow, and reserve space for critical functions by preventing vehicles from parking in prohibited areas. These zones are vital for allowing uninterrupted access for emergency services, maintaining clear sightlines for drivers and pedestrians, and keeping roadways open for normal traffic and special events.  

No parking zones are established to prevent accidents by keeping sightlines clear at intersections and crosswalks, ensuring pedestrians have safe passage, and preventing vehicles from obstructing emergency exits or hydrants. 

 By keeping lanes clear of parked vehicles, no parking zones prevent traffic congestion, reduce bottlenecks, and ensure smooth movement for all vehicles, especially in busy areas. 

Areas like fire lanes, hydrants, and hospital entrances are often designated as no parking zones to guarantee immediate and unobstructed access for first responders. 

These zones keep sidewalks and crosswalks clear, allowing pedestrians to move safely and preventing them from being forced into the roadway. 

No parking zones may be created to accommodate turning or merging traffic, allow for construction, or reserve space for special events, such as parades. 

Parking in restricted areas can block driveways, alley entrances, or private roads, which no parking zones prevent. 

In Oklahoma, a no-parking zone violation ticket typically costs between $20 and $70, depending on the municipality. The fine can be significantly higher for violations in specific areas, such as fire lanes or handicapped spots. I have seen parking zones for expectant mothers, which I love.

The No Self-pity Zone

Self-pity is a state of excessive, self-focused sadness and sorrow over one’s own problems and misfortunes, often leading to a preoccupation with one’s own suffering and a feeling that life is unfair. It's an inward-looking emotional state characterized by a feeling of victimhood and a desire for external comfort or attention, which can prevent a person from seeing solutions or connecting with others.

As in the terms of the now-famous video meme “Ain’t Nobody Got Time for That”, I don’t have time for spending what time I may have left on this earth worrying about myself. I have a plan set in place to help me remember to not park in this place. I recognize that every feeling I have is attached to a thought I have had. Therefore, if I change the way I think I can change the way I feel.

Key Characteristics of Self-Pity

Inward Focus: 
 Attention is focused on one's own problems, making it difficult to see others' troubles or maintain perspective. My remedy? I focus on the problems or trouble of others. It is when I choose to do this that my feelings of self-pity tend to fall to the wayside and my life becomes a force for usefulness. The fee or parking ticket for this inward focus is loneliness…ain’t nobody got time for that!

Feeling of Victimhood:

A belief that life is unfair, that others have it better, or that circumstances are beyond one's control. So what if life seems unfair. So what if others have it better than us. So what of we must endure circumstances that are beyond our control. The no parking ticket fee for this one is steep. We can either choose to be a victim or we can choose to be a victor. I know which I choose every time. I choose to be a victor.

Preoccupation with Suffering:

A tendency to dwell on misfortunes, to "wallow" in unhappy feelings, and to become obsessed with what has gone wrong. For me to focus solely on PD and how it has affected me cuts me off from the ones I love and need the most in my life. Nobody wants to be around someone who is constantly wallowing in their unhappiness. The way I do this is to recognize that I am not in this alone. Jesus is called Emmanuel, which literally means “God With Us”! I must choose to look for ways to encourage my wife to live her life in spite of what is going on with me. I encourage her to go out to eat with friends and family without me; I send her to spend time with her mother; I recognize that she experiences care-giver’s fatigue and I do not want that for her. Knowing my wife is well cared for and that her needs are being met keeps me from feeling obsessed with PD. The bottom line is I am never alone throughout whatever course my particular brand of PD may take me.

Desire for Attention/Sympathy:

An unspoken or spoken plea for others to notice and console the individual, which can strain relationships. I see that Melinda is going through as much hardship as I am. I do not seek the consolation of others. I just don’t. I have more than my fair share of people who are rooting for me and who pray for me regularly and that is enough for me.

Inability to Move Forward:

A tendency to feel stuck, to fail to see solutions, and to avoid taking responsibility for one's own life and happiness. No one else is responsible for my attitudes or actions. No one. The only thing that keeps me from moving forward with my life in spite of PD is me! I am constantly thinking of work-arounds for those times when I feel stuck. I am constantly thinking of solutions that keep my heart joyful in spite of my face’s inability to show it at times. I release one or 2 new albums of music through my publisher each year and have had a blast listening to old demos I have never released before and then compiling new collections of songs. I could die tomorrow and nobody would know it because Melinda could keep releasing new albums each year for the next 10 years or so! This I can do whether tremoring or not!

I also choose to fill my time with writing while I still can. I cannot believe I have already written three books on the subject of how to live one’s life with Parkinson’s. I also fill my time with writing fantasy novels for our grandchildren. I am responsible for my attitudes and actions and by focusing my time and brainpower on the needs of others who find benefit in one of the songs I have written or from the pages of one of the books I have written give me a proper focus on life. The ticket for doing otherwise is being stuck in limbo with nothing to look forward to…and ain’t nobody got time for that!

How It Differs from Healthy Emotions

Self-compassion vs. Self-Pity: .

While self-pity involves feeling sorry for yourself and feeling isolated in your pain, self-compassion involves recognizing that suffering is a part of the human experience for everyone, which helps create a greater sense of connection and perspective. 

Healthy Emotional Processing

When engaging in healthy processing, a person acknowledges their feelings and then takes action to address the situation or find solutions, rather than just dwelling on the problem. 

Example

A person who lost their job might feel self-pity by constantly thinking, "Life is so unfair, and it's always harder for me than anyone else," becoming stuck in this negative thinking, and seeking sympathy. A healthier response might be to acknowledge the sadness and disappointment but then create a plan for job searching or skill development. 

The bottom line really is ‘ain’t nobody got time for that’, meaning self-pity. I can’t think of a quicker way to turn people off and turn people away from me than to wallow in self-pity. That’s a costly ticket to have to pay!

Dennis Jernigan

The above infos from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

Photo courtesy of https://pixabay.com/photos/tow-zone-no-parking-no-parking-sign-5108491/

The No Parking Zone of Pain and Suffering

The No Parking Zone of Pain and Suffering

The following is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

“Only through suffering do we learn.”

Aeschylus - an ancient Greek tragedian/playwright often described as the father of tragedy.

Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us. Romans 5:3-5

We will all suffer in this life. Some more than others, but we all suffer at some point in our lives. The following post on Instagram by author @MRDARYLBLACK on September 24, 2025 gives a concise explanation of a Christ-centered view of how God’s grace is sufficient in our suffering and his entire explanation can be heard at https://www.instagram.com/reel/DOXQSMXDuvg/?igsh=ZXRmaXRzaHNoZnk1:

“Have you ever heard the phrase that God won't give you more than you can handle? Sounds nice but that's not true. That phrase is actually a misinterpretation of 1 Corinthians 10:13, where Paul says, “God won't let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.” That verse is about temptation, not about the weight of our life’s trials. The truth is God will absolutely give you more than you can handle.

I know because I've walked through seasons, where if I told you even a little bit of what I faced would be shocking to you. And in those moments I didn't say, “Oh, I got this now.” I cried out to God, “I cannot handle this,” and his response was, “Exactly! You can’t, but I can!” You see, if you and I could handle everything, then we wouldn't need God's grace. You can't handle your own breathing! God sustains every single breath in your lungs and that's the point. When life is too much for you, it’s never too much for him. Paul heard God say it this way in 2 Corinthians 12:9, “My grace is sufficient for you for my power is made perfect in your weakness.” James tells us that trials - the stuff that we can't handle are what grows our faith.

God allows more than you can handle so that you'll stop relying on yourself and you'll start leaning on him. I mean just look at the stories in the Bible. My goodness, have you seen that Moses couldn't handle leading Israel out of Egypt until God split the sea. David couldn’t handle Goliath until God guided the stone. Elijah couldn't handle Jezebel until God met him in his depression and gave him strength. Job couldn't handle the loss of everything, but God restored him.

I can keep going. Paul couldn't handle the thorn in his flesh until he discovered God's grace was enough, so let's be honest. You cannot handle it all, but the good news is you don't have to. God never asked you to. He's not looking for your strength. He's looking for your surrender because, while you can't handle it, He can…and He will.”

What is pain? According to most dictionaries, pain is physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. Pain can be emotional or mental anguish brought on by trauma or loss…like grief.

What is suffering? Suffering is the state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship often for an extended period of time.

Reality is that pain and suffering tend to go hand in hand. Pain comes by way of some sort of injury. Suffering is the duration of that pain.

I would be lying to you if I said I had not undergone pain and suffering due to PD. Do you think it is easy to have one side of your body (as I do) constantly moving, tremoring, or quaking for 6 and a half years straight? Do you think it is easy falling to sleep while attempting to be still while your right arm is tucked beneath your right leg so as to mitigate the constant churning?

And then there is the toll the disease takes on those around me. Because I do not wish to have people stare at me and pity me, I tend to avoid crowds - even family functions. This takes a great toll on my wife, Melinda, because she loves being around other people.

It is not lost on me when my grandchildren see me shaking and know that, when I disappear to my room, it is because of the PD. I do not want them to think I am leaving the gathering because of them. That thought breaks my heart. The truth is, everyone who care about the PD sufferer suffers right along with them.

I wrote the following over 7 years ago (2018) but felt it was relevant regardless of what you suffer from. The reason this is on my mind is because of the intense physical pain I am undergoing due to a recent total knee replacement. I hate surgery because I have endured so much of it over the course of my life. Several hernia repairs. Two shoulder/rotator cuff surgeries. One knee replacement on my left knee. The aftermath of surgery is what I dread the most. The pain and suffering involved in recovery can be so overwhelming at times…just like the pain and suffering of everyday life can be.

“After so many surgical repairs, I had come to the conclusion that I would never undergo the knife again…until the physical pain in my right knee - you know, the ‘good’ knee - became so unbearable that I had to weigh the reality that this pain would only get worse with the reality that the only way to get better was to have it repaired. I caught the vision for walking without pain and took the plunge and had my right knee replaced, knowing I would suffer for many weeks through the healing process until the painless state of being I longed for was reality for me. I chose to endure pain for the sake of healing. Chose enduring the temporary pain for the sake of ending it once and for all.

Having gone through the loss of my dad only a year before, I had endured the pain of loss - of grief - and honestly was not quite where I wanted to be as surgery drew near. Having gone through this process so many times before, Melinda and I planned ahead for how we would focus on the healing rather than on the pain.

Knowing what to expect and putting a plan into effect made all the difference in the world. We knew the opiates they would prescribe would make my mind cloudy and open to the lies of the enemy. We knew also that the pain meds would clog my bowels. Our plan? Use the pain meds as sparingly as possible and ask God for grace to get off the need for them as soon as possible. I slowly weaned myself from the opiate and had gone completely off dependence upon them by the four-week anniversary of my surgery.”

Another thing we planned to do was to focus my mind on the truth of God’s Word as much as possible. Jesus did this when He was weighing whether or not to endure the pain and suffering of the cross on our behalf. We find this in Hebrews 12:2 where it says, “…fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Just what was the joy set before Him? I believe it was you and me and the possibility of our redemption as a result of the work of the cross.

Here are a few other things I have suffered through in my life. The Pain of wrong choices. We do not have to give in to temptation. God always makes a way of escape. Always. Yet when we choose to walk headlong into that temptation, we must suffer the consequences.

Another source of suffering for me came through the pain of the glory of God. Since 1988 I have publicly shared about how God delivered me from same sex attraction. I often received death threats and received a lot of hateful things (emails, phone calls, and physical confrontations, etc.) said to me during that time in my life. While I absolutely loved sharing what God has done for me, I secretly had a fear of someone doing me bodily harm, often wondering if someone would just walk up behind me and shoot me in the head while at the piano. Hundreds of time I shared my story while accompanied by armed guards. Such hatred from people who preached tolerance and compassion tends to take a toll on one’s psyche. Now that I have PD, I honestly don’t care what people think. A weird but true perk of Parkinson’s.

Another thing that brings people suffering is the pain of grief. At the time of my dad’s death in August of 2017 I had been completely unprepared for the grief that would engulf me. He and my mom had worked for me for the past 25 years, driving our merchandise literally from one side of the country to the other. He was just one of those guys I thought would always be around. And when he wasn’t, I grieved more than I thought I would.

I also grieved the passing of my spiritual mentor in April of 2021, Jack Taylor, who wrote the best selling The Key to Triumphant Living and my favorite, The Hallelujah Factor. It had been Jack who flew me down to Florida for a week with him in the fall of 2017 so he could minister to me concerning the death of my father. Suddenly, two of the most influential men in my life were now gone and I suffered as a result.

Then there is the pain at the wounding of others. I don’t know about you, but this type of suffering is my least favorite kind. When I served on the board of, at that time, the world’s largest ministry to those who struggled with unwanted same-sex attraction, there came a time when I shared my story with the nation of Jamaica. I held several concerts, spoke on national TV, and was also interviewed by one of the entire nation’s 2 newspapers. The headline of the paper the very next day read ‘Ex-gay Man Says President Obama is Deceived.’ I actually said, “I love president Obama. I pray for president Obama, but I believe he has been deceived by the lies of the enemy. Marriage is intended to be between a man and a woman. He is considering pushing for same-sex marriage. To do so he is messing with the foundation of our culture. I pray for him to receive the truth of God’s Word and to act accordingly.” When I got home, I was asked by the president of the organization I served as a board member of to step down because I had offended some in the gay community. The New York Times even ran an article as did many pro-gay publications. A statement seeking forgiveness - which I did write - was issued to the world on my behalf. I felt thrown under the bus and betrayed and abandoned…and suffered for many months due to the way it was all handled.

Then there is the pain of lingering or ongoing illness, like cancer, MD, ALS, and PD to name a few, which is where I come back to whenever I think of suffering because it is ever present in one’s life. I believe we will all face some sort of suffering throughout the courses of our lives. I think having a positive attitude towards suffering will go a long way in helping us endure it.

The following was written by Google AI after I asked ‘what is the purpose of suffering from a Christ-centered world view?’ and it is representative of what I believe about suffering. In the Christian faith, suffering has the redemptive roles of spiritual growth, transformation into Christ’s likeness, strengthening faith and hope, and demonstrating God’s power in our weakness. While not seen as a desirable experience, it is viewed as a means by which God refines believers' character, deepens their reliance on Him, and brings about eternal glory, a process seen as purposeful within God's larger plan. 

Spiritual Growth & Transformation

Refining Character: 
 Suffering acts as a crucible, testing and refining a believer's character, much like a blacksmith uses fire to purify metal. 


Molding into Christ's Image:

Through shared hardship, believers are transformed into the image of Christ, drawing them closer to Him. 

Strengthening Faith:

Facing and enduring trials tests the depth of a person's faith, revealing whether their hope is genuine and causing them to rely more on God. 

Demonstrating God's Purpose & Power:

Redemptive Purpose: 
 Christians believe that God can redeem and make purpose out of suffering, transforming even the worst events into something good, similar to how the crucifixion of Christ led to salvation. 


God's Power in Weakness:

In moments of weakness and suffering, when individuals feel powerless, God's strength can be more clearly displayed, leading to greater dependence on Him. 

Eternal Perspective:

Suffering is seen as temporary and insignificant compared to the eternal glory that awaits, which far outweighs any earthly trouble. 


A Call to Reliance and Hope

Turning from Idols: 
 Suffering can wean people from relying on worldly comforts and "life-sustaining props," turning them instead to God for true joy and security. 


Fostering Hope:

Just as the Apostle Paul found hope through suffering, Christians are encouraged to view their hardships through a lens of faith and hope, trusting in God's sovereign plan. 

Solidarity in Christ:

Believers are assured that they do not suffer alone, as Christ Himself stands in solidarity with them, especially in their weakest moments.

I have experienced all these different aspects of suffering in the past 6 years of dealing with PD as well as in the everyday course of my life as I have chosen to share my faith publicly. The bottom line is God is good and desires nothing but good things for His followers - even though we must endure pain and hardships from time to time.

Let’s hear once again from @MRDARYLBLACK. This was also posted by him on Instagram in September 2025 and gives an even more concise explanation of a Christ-centered view of how God’s grace is sufficient in our suffering and his entire explanation can be heard at https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLv-RiHse0g/?igsh=MTRwaHN3OGdwaGtvMA==

“If God is real, why does he allow so much so much suffering? That's a good question. My mother died when I was seven years old. She was 31 years old and for me it might be the most traumatic experience of my life so, that's not just a question for years for me for years. It was THE question. If you’ve ever walked through pain or loss of heartbreak or betrayal, you've probably asked that same question, so let me start here.

This question is really emotional before it's intellectual, because it comes from a place of hurt not just doubt, but here's what I've come to understand. The presence of pain doesn't mean the absence of God. Sometimes pain is the very thing that wakes us up to his presence so, here's where we are.

God gave humanity free will because love without choice isn’t love. It's coercion and without free will comes the potential for pain. God could stop every act of evil but he would also have to stop every act of freedom. I've even asked this question. Why doesn’t He just remove all the evil people. Frank Turek said. “If God were to eliminate all evil people at midnight how many of us would still be here at 12:01?” If God stopped every act of evil or suffering, he would also have to stop you and me every time we made a selfish choice because, let's be real. Evil isn't just out there. It's also in here - in our hearts - in our decisions. In our silence. Just think about how quickly evil shows up when somebody cuts you off or offends you. We like to believe we only want justice when the truth is, we want revenge and that's evil. So what makes Christianity different?

God doesn't just sit above suffering. He stepped into it. Jesus, who is God in the flesh, felt the full weight of human pain. He was betrayed. He was abused. He was a beaten. He was abandoned. He was crucified. So, God didn't just allow suffering. He endured it. He endured it for you and for me and for this whole broken world and what Jesus did on the cross wasn't just about forgiveness. It was also about defeating suffering and death forever because one day, according to Revelation 21:4, He will wipe away every tear from our eyes. There will be no more death no more mourning. No more crying and no more pain, So, God is not absent in your pain. He's present in it and he promised to redeem it so the question isn't why is God allowing suffering? The question is who's gonna walk with me through it? And the answer is Jesus.”

The cost of a ticket for parking in the no parking zone of suffering and pain without acknowledging one’s need for God is to miss out on God’s sufficient grace. When we don’t cry out to Him for grace to see us through the pain and suffering we are condemned to continue on in it…and ain’t nobody got time for that!

Dennis Jernigan

The above info is from a book I am currently working on called “Parkinson’s & Recreation 3 - The No Parkinson’s Zone. It is unedited and may have additions made in the final manuscript. Dennis Jernigan

Photo courtesy of https://pixabay.com/photos/no-parking-sign-warning-isolated-2331437/

It Doesn't Take a Genius

It Doesn't Take a Genius

How many times have we heard someone say, “Just use your imagination?” That is a genius question to ask someone who has come up against a brick wall in their endeavor to solve a problem. I think it is a genius question to ask someone who is facing how they are going to approach something like Parkinson’s in a healthy way. For me, I asked myself this question when trying to decide whether or not to undergo DBS surgery. I imagined my life, particularly the quality of life, with Parkinson’s. The more questions I asked the more evident it became to me that as long as I have Parkinson’s (Remember, there is no cure), I would suffer. And while suffering has its place in my human existence, could I imagine a period in my life without the constant tremors that keep me perpetually worn out? The more I read about DBS and the more I talked with people who had experience with it, the more promising the procedure became to me. With DBS there is quite the possibility of improving the quality of my life. I imagined my life without the constant tremors…and it sounded like I had found my answer.

On Friday, August 22, I went in for the initial procedure in which they implanted the electrodes in bi-laterally (both sides of my brain) and on August 25, I went back into the operating room to have the device which would provide the stimulation implanted in my upper left chest cavity, much like a pace maker. As I write this, I am awaiting the activation of the DBS system which should take place on September 12. As Melinda so eloquently put it, “We’re gonna turn him on.” I don’t care who knows. I a looking forward to being ‘turned on’!

Albert Einstein was a theoretical physicist who is probably best known for developing the theory of relativity. You know: E = mc2! Whatever that means. All I know is that he won a Nobel Prize for his work in physics and was a genius mathematician. Even though he never took an IQ test during his lifetime, many estimate his IQ to have been in the range of 160. Again, whatever that means! He was a smart dude. Although his life was not one I would lift up as a role model for being a man of great moral character, he still had some very good insight into what creativity is and can be.

As I did some research on creativity and inspiration, I came across some of his personal thoughts on creativity which made me curious. When I think of physicists or mathematicians (and who doesn’t, duh?), creativity and inspiration are not the first things I think of, but come to find out, there was much more to Albert Einstein than I had originally thought. There are several famous quotes attributed to him on the subject of creativity and inspiration.

He famously said, “Creativity is intelligence having fun”, emphasizing that creative thinking is a natural and enjoyable part of being intelligent. We are each intelligent human beings, created in God’s image, and it doesn’t take a genius to recognize this. We just need to believe God can express Himself by inspiring us in a myriad of ways. For me, writing a new chapter in a book is thrilling - like riding on a rollercoaster and enjoying the ride. For me, writing or receiving a song is absolute joy - like when I see one of my grandchildren running toward me, arms open wide. I give myself permission to have fun with the intellect Good has given me…and I tend to think this has been one of the major ways the Lord has inspired me. It’s so fun to hear others singing one of my songs or to hear how something I have written in a book has led a person to greater freedom in Jesus Christ.

Einstein once said, "The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination" and "Imagination is more important than knowledge”! I absolutely agree with those quotes…to a point. I believe God gave me my imagination in order to help me know Him and to be known by Him. One of the smartest things I’ve ever done was to get to know Jesus in a personal way. Some of my greatest achievements, whether musically or in my writing, have been born of my imagination. Here’s a great example: I love to imagine the reality of the work of Jesus on the cross because of his great love for me. That use of my imagination has brought me to a place of true reality and true relationship with my God and has inspired thousands of songs and dozens of books.

Einstein believed the power of imagination could drive innovation and discovery. I believe the power of imagination was used by God to inspire me to write and record music and to write books even before anyone ever offered to publish them for me. It was the driving force behind my autobiography and driving force behind exploring other genres in which to convey the love of Christ. I consider that an innovative discovery. So far, I’ve written 7 books in the fantasy genre, thirteen 365 day devotional books, 12 books in both the self-help or autobiographical genre, and several children’s books, along with several others.

Another quote attributed to Einstein says, "Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” If we gave up every time we made a mistake we would never get anything accomplished creatively or otherwise. We need to learn to embrace our mistakes as a necessary part of the creative process…and learn from them.

Einstein also said, ”No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.” What does that even mean? I think it means learning to see problems and circumstances from God’s point of view. That means creativity requires thinking outside the box and approaching challenges from new perspectives. It doesn’t take a genius to recognize the truth in that. It just takes faith and we can all walk in that. And now that I think about it, that’s downright genius! We can use our imagination as to how we will respond to, not Just PD, but to the pain and suffering life has a way of handing out to us all at some point or another.

Ready for the journey with me? As I like to say, let’s shake, rattle, and roll!

I will be sharing more about the DBS procedure in the coming days. Stay tuned!

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Somebody's Watching

Somebody's Watching

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By the time I was thirteen, I was pretty set in my sexual ways. Finding no solace in relationships because I could never get too close to anyone, I discovered several places of refuge like self-gratification in a sexual manner as well as the refuge of listening to the music of Elton John (read the lyrics to Someone Saved My Life Tonight and you’ll get a good picture of where I was emotionally as a teenager) and others who seemed to have an understanding of my predicament. Perhaps the greatest refuge of all in those days was the home of my grandmother Jernigan.

Grandma lived on the farm with us—next door to our farmhouse—in a trailer house (tornado magnet!). She often told me things of the Lord and reminded me constantly that my musical abilities were a gift from God. I found refuge at her piano, playing literally for hours because of the sheer joy of playing and for the relative peace my soul found during those times. There was an even greater refuge I found at grandma’s house. Grandma herself. She seemed to understand me and went out of her way to nurture my gifts. In the winter-time, she would see me doing my chores in the barnyard, stick her head out her back door, and call to me, “Dennis, when you’re through with your chores come in here and warm up your hands at the piano.” And I would. Those were precious times of refuge and peace...and they were all stripped away when my grandmother died. Being 13 and feeling rejected by God and now abandoned by Him as well, I withdrew even further into my own mind.

I hated going to school. School itself was fine. Scholastically I excelled. It was the times before school, during recesses, or after school when I had to be careful who I hung around with. There was a certain group of boys who really disliked me. These were the ones who called me faggot and queer and any other derogatory word they could think of (and cannot print here).

Needless to say, I found myself looking around corners after class or during times when students would gather before activities began, hoping for at least one day without conflict of some kind. I never knew when some of these guys was going to corner me and make my life not only an emotional hell but a physical one as well. I became so paranoid about it that I couldn’t wait to get home, do my chores, finish my homework, and go to bed. At least when I was asleep no one could hurt me.

One of the special things the Lord did for me in those days was the ability to make myself dream specific dreams. My favorite dream was very out there. In this dream, I lived on the USS Enterprise with my dad, Captain James T. Kirk. Each night I found myself captured by aliens. Just as it appeared the end had come, my dad would swoop into the room, take out the aliens, then set me free...then my mom, Doris Day, would end that dream by singing Que Sera, Sera. Honestly, this dream was what helped keep me sane. As I look back now, I believe God allowed that dream to recur in my mind because He was trying to get me to see that He loved me like Captain Kirk loved me...enough to give everything He had for me because He wanted me for His own.

He had been there watching all along. Because of my inexperience with the things of the Lord and because I had bought into the lies of this world that tell us that man is the highest and that I should have the freedom to do and think anything I desired, I simply did not have eyes to see His hand in my life...or ears to hear His voice...or a heart that would even let Him in! I would soon discover that life is best lived when seen from God’s perspective and not my own. He is God and I am not. It took a long time to learn that.

As you walk further through the writings to come, you will come to understand more and more (at least that is my prayer and hope for you) just how wonderful god’s perspective on life is...regardless of how miserable my past might have been. I encourage you with this: would you consider (at least while you are reading this book) looking at life from more than just your perspective or the perspective of the world. Look at life—even the junk—from His point of view. You’ll be glad you did.

Questions For Meditation

What was life like for you at school when you were younger?

How have those experiences influenced who you are now?

How have those experiences influenced how you respond to hurt? To failure? To disappointment?

What do you think you might see if you somehow saw each of those experiences from God’s point of view?

Even In Their Sleep

As you prepare for sleep tonight, allow the Lord to bring comfort to the hurts of your soul. Give Him access to some of the memories the previous questions may have stirred up.

Listen to the song "Watching Over You” for free at https://youtu.be/WLTluzcAVsI?si=oCsVPWPK5xHWaDU4

Life is best lived when seen from God’s perspective and not my own.

Dennis Jernigan

Excerpt From

Victim to Victor : A Personal Devotional Walk Towards Wholeness with Christ

By Dennis Jernigan

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When I Gave Up the First Time

When I Gave Up the First Time

Before you read, listen to the song “Child, I Will Not Forget You” - Listen here - https://youtu.be/AULCz8ptB3I?si=xQOnSxJB-gMdCUZ-

By the time I was nine years old, I had become sexually active...still in the realm of experimenting with other boys...but sexually active. Raised near a small town of about 400 people, same-sex attractions were simply not talked about or tolerated. Of course, there was the young man who flaunted his homosexuality. As if his mannerisms weren’t enough, the halter-tops in summer were pretty much a dead give-away. Seen as a curiosity more than something to be concerned about, this young man was ignored for the most part. “He’s not normal. My kids are fine,” was the “general attitude. This young man’s actions were so blatantly out there it made guys like me seem a little more normal.

At the age of none I had an experience that would—for quite a long time—alter not only my perception of myself, but also my perception of what others thought of it and most importantly, altered my perception of what God was like.

I grew up going to church. My dad was the song leader at our little Baptist church—the same church my grandfather had pastured when my mom (his daughter) was in high school. Because I could play the piano by ear and had grown up knowing the hymns, I began playing for the children’s worship times in Sunday School and eventually began playing for the hymn services in the regular worship times by the time I was about 10 years of age. I loved to play...but, again, my performance brought me respect from those in the generation of my parents...and this made me feel better about myself—and helped take my mind off of what the kids at school said about me.

One Sunday morning after playing the piano for Sunday School, my brothers, cousins, and I ran out of the classroom and up to the front steps of the church building. One of our favorite Sunday activities was jumping off of the wall and running back up the steps and jumping off again and again, pretending we could fly. After all, we all had PF Flyers so we could run faster and jump higher! While we, played the men would congregate next to that wall and talk before the Sunday morning worship time. By this age, I was very interested in what others thought of me so when the conversation of these men focused on homosexuals they had my attention for sure.

These men were men I had grown up admiring. They were good men whom I respected a great deal. Some of these men had taught me Sunday School through my formative years...and I thought they knew everything! As they described what they thought of homosexuals—queers, as they called them—my heart froze in shock. I could feel the heat run through my body as fear began to flood my mind. As they gave their thoughts on what should be done with people like this, I realized they were talking about me! “They didn’t know they were talking about me...but I did. As a nine year old who had just heard something like this, where would “hought they knew everything! As they described what they thought of homosexuals—queers, as they called them—my heart froze in shock. I could feel the heat run through my body as fear began to flood my mind. As they gave their thoughts on what should be done with people like this, I realized they were talking about me! They didn’t know they were talking about me...but I did. As a nine year old who had just heard something like this, where would you have gone for help? What would you have thought of yourself? What would you have thought about God?

On that day, I began to believe several lies that would become detrimental to the formation of my identity as a homosexual. My emotional sensitivity and artistic gifts were somehow good yet somehow abnormal...if these men who knew God so well thought these things about people like me, then God must hate me, too...homosexuality was so disgusting and vile that even God would have nothing to do with me. I would never be able to tell anyone of my struggles. If I did, they would surely not understand. Then it hit me. This was what hopelessness felt like...

After this most eye-opening encounter, I withdrew even more from any semblance of real relationship. Even more than before, I had to perform well in order to be accepted. I had to perform well in order to maintain the facade of normalcy. I had to perform to be loved.

Questions for Meditation

• In what areas of your life are you simply performing for the approval and acceptance and affirmation of others?

• If you were unable to perform to the standards you deem acceptable what would you have left to base your identity on?

• List the moments of your life you have felt utterly helpless. How did you deal with each one?

• How have these incidents shaped your perception of others? of yourself? Of God?

Even in Their Sleep

As you fall to sleep tonight, allow the Lord access to your thoughts. Give Him permission to dredge up old hurts that led to feelings of hopelessness and despair. When you rise in the morning, write down what you saw then set them aside for later consideration.

Listen to the song “Child, I Will Not Forget You" and hear Father’s heart for you. Listen here - https://youtu.be/AULCz8ptB3I?si=xQOnSxJB-gMdCUZ-

Excerpt From the book Victim to Victor by Dennis Jernigan

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Prologue and Chapter One - How Did I Get Here? My Journey Toward Wholeness

Prologue and Chapter One - How Did I Get Here? My Journey Toward Wholeness

Prologue

Yes, it’s true. I walked out of homosexuality on November 7, 1981. During that period of my life I had never heard of Exodus International or of any other group that espoused the possibility of freedom from same-sex attractions. I felt so alone yet so hopeful at the same time. Still afraid to share with anyone else the things I struggled with yet so hopeful because I had finally found the only One Who I believed understood me and had as His only agenda my healing and restoration. I was used to being used...so to be confronted in a real way by God’s love—and not feeling used and worthless all the time—led me a deep longing and desire to get to know Someone who would love me like that.

Telling the story of how God led me to freedom is honestly one of my favorite things to do. In the telling of that story I am asked many questions by those who hear it.

The most often asked question?

“Was your healing instant or was it a process?”

The answer? “Yes!”

On the evening I began my journey towards wholeness I believe the power of my sin was broken...but I came to realize very quickly that this journey required many frequent stops for healing along the way. The purpose of this collection of writings I call devotions is to encourage you—regardless of your present circumstances or past failures—would come to find your place in that journey towards wholeness and that you would find many places to stop along the way where you find deep healing for the wounds and rejections you have already experienced in this life. As you read and practice what you find here, know this: I will be praying that you would come to the place I have come to...that knowing Christ intimately (and being known by Him) is worth every struggle you have had to face. I am certain that God will meet you in your own journey and will walk “every step of the way with you...and that ultimately you will come to the place where so much healing has happened that you will then turn around and lead others through that same journey.

Are you ready? I encourage you to begin each session by asking the Lord to give you insight into your own life. After praying this simple prayer, begin listening to the song that serves as the theme of that session. Then read the devotion and Scripture. Then simply answer the questions and meditate on God’s Word. End your session by once again listening to the song. Take it personally as you listen. It’s all for you.

In His Love & Grace,

Dennis Jernigan

Excerpt From Victim to Victor : A Personal Devotional Walk Towards Wholeness with Christ

By Dennis Jernigan

How Did I Get Here?

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How in the world did I ever get here? I was raised in a Christian home...played piano for my church from the time I was a young man...all-star athlete in high school...valedictorian of my graduating class...representative who traveled the nation promoting the Christian University I attended...and homosexual. In reality, I had been living this lifestyle since I was a young boy. Having learned to hide it well, I had convinced myself that I really could lead two lives. My assumption was that everyone seemed to be living two lives.

My sexual journey began at the age of five. Along with the normal experimentation that children experience, I had several other influences that came to bear helping shape my sexuality. When I was five, I had gone into a public restroom. Being a shy kid, I did my business without looking at the man who was at the other urinal. As I was preparing to leave, he turned to me with his pants down and asked me if I would like to touch ‘it.’ I shook my head ‘no’ and quickly ran away from the encounter...but I could not bring myself to tell anyone what had just happened. Why?

Although I could not put words to my feelings at that time, I have since come to believe two things concerning my identity and destiny which came to play in my life at this time. To help you understand what I am about to share and to help you understand how my healing has come, you need to understand what I believe about God. I believe He made me and that He wants nothing but the best for me—and He speaks truth. And I believe God has an “enemy. He is known as Satan—and he wants to destroy me, wants nothing but evil for my life (often disguised as good)—and he speaks lies.

“As I ran from the bathroom encounter my mind began to be filled with thoughts like…

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Why would that man think he could do that to me?”

“Something must be wrong with me.”

And, yes. A five-year-old boy can think those thoughts. I know. I did. This is how my identity and self-concept began to take shape. Along with sexual encounters such as this, I can look back now and see very clearly some of the factors that came into play as my identity took shape.

At an early age, I was gifted with musical aptitude. At an early age, I was blessed with emotional sensitivity and an eye for the artistic and creative. As I entered school, other boys noticed these traits and deemed them feminine...and labeled me a sissy. What I did not realize at the time was that it was God who had given me these very special gifts...and it was the enemy of God who had come alongside and, through his subtle lies, began to pervert the very gifts of God. The very word pervert is not intended to hurt anyone in this instance. In its very “purest meaning, pervert means to distort from the intended use or purpose. I believe God gifted me in ways our culture may consider feminine in a man. In my mind, God gave these gifts to me and the enemy came along and led me to use these very holy gifts in a manner that was less than God’s intended best for those gifts—or for me!

I believe God wanted me to be emotionally sensitive to the needs and feelings of others...and the enemy wanted me to sexualize that sensitivity by focusing my thoughts on me. I believe God blessed me with musical ability and artistic flair in order to use my life to create in ways that would bring glory to Him and healing to others...and the enemy’s desire was to lead me to use those abilities to seek my own glory and pleasure (always sure to couch this way of thinking with how compassionate and tolerant my way of thinking was!). Absurd logically...but where I was in reality.

As if this weren’t enough to set my path toward homosexuality, there was my relationship with my dad. My perception? My dad only spoke to me when he needed me to do something for him...or if he was disciplining me. Never heard him say, "I love you, son." Never remember him hugging me...remember the spankings. Never felt I was pleasing to him...but remember feeling like I constantly let him down. I needed my dad’s approval and acceptance and affirmation...and never felt I received it as a child (I have now. More on that later! God is so good!). As I matured physically, my emotional needs became mingled with my sexuality. Sexually maturing and in need of male affirmation, my mind was constantly bombarded with nothing but what I now consider wrong information. Put simply, I had believed many lies about myself and had convinced myself that this was simply the way I was born.

I had become so self-focused concerning what others thought of me that I took great pains to keep others at an emotional distance. If I let a friend too close, he might discover my attraction to him. If I allowed my dad access to the realities of my attraction to men he would certainly reject me. Being very athletic helped me hide most of the time...and actually helped reinforce my wrong self-perceptions. Whenever I performed well on the athletic field I found great affirmation from the men in my life.

“Good catch, son!”

“Awesome basket!”

“Way to go, boy!”

I actually became very adept at being the best at whatever I did. I found the same affirmation in every arena. Scholastics. Church activities. FFA (believe it or not, I was Napoleon Dynamite before there was a ND!). Even though I loved all these activities, I loved the affirmation and attention more than the activity itself. But what happens when one’s performance doesn’t measure up? Worthless. Failure. Loser. Gifted young man who excelled at all he did. How did I get here? I had believed a lie.

It would be many years before my eyes would open to the reality of God’s love and true identity for my life. Take some time right now to think about the following thoughts and see if maybe, just maybe, you have believed some lies, too.

Questions for Meditation

• Are there any experiences from my childhood that have helped shape my concept of self?

What are some of my self-perceptions that have resulted from these experiences?

• What gift(s) has God placed in my life that the enemy has tried to pervert?

• For what purpose has the Lord given me my gifts and abilities?

• Am I using those gifts for His purpose...or for my own selfish gain/pleasure?

• Is it possible that I believed have about myself? If so, what might those lies be?

• Is it possible that my very own thought processes have led me to believe I was born a certain way when in reality God had other intentions when He created me?”

Even In Their Sleep

As you prepare for sleep tonight, allow the Lord the freedom to search your heart and mind and reveal any forgotten events which may have led to lies you may have believed or any wrong perceptions that you may have come to concerning you identity as a male/female.

Listen to the song "Lord, Though the World Rejected Me" after reading the chapter .Listen for free at https://youtu.be/5fQgbMc1Zbo?si=vftUpYLFmNZl0sk0

DJ’s Thought For the Day

“Knowing Jesus Christ intimately is worth every struggle we face in this life.”

Excerpt From Victim to Victor : A Personal Devotional Walk Towards Wholeness with Christ

By Dennis Jernigan

The Merry-Go-Round

The Merry-Go-Round

When I was a boy, the school I attended had one of those old-fashioned merry-go-rounds. Being a small town, very rural in nature, we did not have a wide variety of playground choices: swings, monkey bars, and that merry-go-round. Of course, every child wanted to ride the merry-go- round simply because of the thrill of the ride. Many were my day-dreamed reveries as I hurried through my classwork so I could envision how I would be able to get to the door before any of the other children once the teacher dismissed us for morning recess—imagining my perfect timing as I leapt from the ground to the floor of the apparatus and claiming my prized place right smack-dab in the middle.

Once the ride was fully occupied, those left waiting for their turn would summarily begin the task of putting said ride in motion. The sheer exhilaration of the experience filled my heart with joy as the wind whipped against my face and the world spun wildly around me. Utter joy. The only problem came when some of the older boys would see us younger children having a bit too much fun in their estimation and decided to make the ride more interesting. I dreaded those moments when the older antagonists would push wildly and relentlessly, faster and faster, mocking the once-joyful children whose faces now spoke sheer dread. We begged to get off as the older boys kept spinning and laughing and mocking as they chided us to go ahead and jump.

Of course, their main goal was to humiliate us to such a degree that we either risked being thrown from the merry-go-round or risked throwing ourselves from the spinning no-longer-joy-ride. Being in the middle was the safest place from my past experiences on the playground ride. Having been thrown and having jumped in past days, I had suffered scraped elbows and knees and a bruised side and ego. I surmised that being in the middle would cause the least damage. Man, was I ever wrong!

Even though I had experienced physical injury and held on for dear life in utter fear in past merry-go-round rides, being in the middle did not afford me any less pain or humiliation or fear. When one is reduced to reacting to life out of fear—regardless of where they are on the ride—the result is always the same. Even though I was not scraped or bruised in the middle, I did become hopelessly nauseous and dizzy—and afraid. The result? Puking all over myself and everyone else in the vicinity, giving the older boys all the satisfaction they had hoped for. Form that day forward, I decided that to avoid the pain and suffering and humiliation and fear, I would simply get off the merry-go-round next time I saw the older boys headed my way. And guess what? The pain and suffering and humiliation and fear were suddenly non-existent!

Our thought-life is a lot like being on a merry-go-round if you think about it. For far too many years, my mind was sent into a constant spin due to the lies I believed about God and about myself. It never occurred to me that I could simply choose to get off the merry-go-round! That is our enemy’s scheme. He plants a thought—a lie—into our mind, and then gives it a big old push, allowing our own fear to keep us glued to the ride. Unlike those older boys who pushed and pushed that playground version, the Liar has but to plant and push the lie into our thought patterns—and we often do the work for him. My personal belief is that the liar is not omnipresent like our God.

He cannot be everywhere at once. He knows that we humans, in our pride and in our fear of what others think of us, will do his dirty work for him! He walks away and allows us to keep pushing our own merry-go-rounds of stinkin’ thinkin’ while he goes on to torment someone else.

So how do we get off the ride of our stinkin’ thinkin’? Quite simply: get off the dang merry- go-round! Stop the stinkin’ thinkin’! Renounce the lies. Replace the lies with Truth and fill your mind with God’s Word—Truth. Surround yourself with people who will love you and speak Truth to you. Speak Truth to your own mind, regardless of how you feel. Otherwise, stay on the merry-go-round and keep getting the same results: pain, sorrow, suffering, despair, self-pity, depression, and whatever the lies lead you to. It’s your choice. It really is.

Dennis Jernigan

Dennis Jernigan

This is an excerpt from the Dennis Jernigan book, Renewing Your Mind: Identity and the Matter of Choice. It can be purchased at https://www.amazon.com/Renewing-Your-Mind-Identity-Matter/dp/1613143737/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1GZNXS5ELN5VZ&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.AzdEHdBTMOTtUENfsWu4UA.iqW1r7w7iwlGizbjnBz1FgM45tDrmRp4AVQvUh0pUPk&dib_tag=se&keywords=renewing+your+mind+identity+and+the+matter+of+choice+dennis+jernigan&qid=1750857840&sprefix=renewing+your+mind+identity+and+the+matter+of+choice+dennis+jernigan%2Caps%2C151&sr=8-1

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The Wreckage of Resentment

The Wreckage of Resentment

If you are breathing, you have been hurt by someone else in some way or another. Those hurts tend to pile up in our minds. So, what do we do with those piled up hurts? We must forgive and move on. Easier said than done, but remember where the battleground is. The battle is in our mind, and bitterness—resentment, unforgiveness—must be dealt with in order to live the healthiest mental life possible.

While meditating on what forgiveness means and what the benefits of forgiveness are to the human soul, I asked the Lord to give me an analogy that would help me understand the power of forgiveness in a very personal way. As I got into my car and headed for town to run some errands, this picture came.

What if…while driving to town, I came to a red light and waited for the light to change? Once the signal turned green, I proceeded into the intersection only to be t-boned by a speeding vehicle. Once the gnarled vehicles came to a stop and the dust began to clear, I realized that I had been severely wounded. I could not move either leg. My arms seemed to be broken and I had experienced very obvious head and internal injuries; yet, I was wide awake and very ultra-aware of my surroundings.

Looking over to the other vehicle now enmeshed with my own, I saw the other driver calmly get out of his car and, obviously intoxicated, walk away without so much as even a scratch! As emergency personnel began to surround me and begin the extrication process, I became incredulous. “Why did he do that? Somebody stop him! He’s getting away! That man did this! Get him!”

But nobody seemed to be listening. Their only intent was in getting me out of that crushed car and getting me the help I needed. But there was a problem. Once they had freed my compacted legs, I refused to let go of the wreckage. “I am not leaving this car until that man pays for what he did!” Confused, the EMTs tried in vain to get me to understand that they could not help me if I would not let go of the wreckage.

As they pleaded with me to trust them, I became ultra-focused on the one who had injured me and not on my need to let go. The EMTs explained very clearly that if I would just let go, they could get me to a very competent surgeon whose specialty was dealing with my particular injuries. In fact, they went on, this physician was the greatest in the world, and he was a short ambulance ride away…if I would only let go. Yet I would not let go.

Having no other recourse, the EMTs and the police had no other choice but to leave me there in my misery and go about their jobs of rescuing those who were willing to leave the wreckage of their lives behind and get help. Pushing my wreckage to the side of the road, seasons passed and months gave way to years, but I kept hanging on to that wreckage because the one that did this to me must pay!

Eventually, I simply learned how to move the wreckage wherever I went, often asking others to help me drag the wreckage along. Somehow, changing the location of the wreckage made it seem better for a while. But the reality was that even though I had changed my location and was feeling some relief, the injuries had never gotten the chance to heal because I was unwilling to leave the wreckage behind and go to the doctor for help. I could say it like this: “Oh, my marriage is hurting...just put me in another marriage and I will be fine”—but all I’ve really done is to carry this stuff into other locations, thinking that will heal me, while the truth is I carry it with me without the possibility of healing. In fact, I’ve moved my wreckage around so much that I don't even remember or know the root of my issues anymore because I have carried it so long. I believe, incorrectly, that I have a current issue—when the truth is that a longstanding issue is the reality. I just refuse to look at it.

The reality was that the one who had hurt me had gone on with his life. Reality was that I had made the choice to stay with the wreckage rather than go on to healing…but everyone knew I was hurt because it was obvious to everyone who passed by. I was the victim. I was the hurt one. Didn’t anyone care?

Such a story would sound like foolishness if it were to happen in real life, wouldn’t it? Yet, the reality is that most of us live that way in relation to our ability to forgive others. Unforgiveness—resentment—is like that. Being unwilling to forgive those who hurt us is like staying with the wreckage after a bad accident. As long as we hang on to that resentment, we cannot receive the healing that the Great Physician offers. So how do we get there?

What exactly does forgiveness mean? Quite simply, it means to release. Unforgiveness, or resentment, means to rethink or to hold on to. As my friend, Pastor Alex Himaya says, “Unforgiveness leaves you stuck in neutral.” How true! As long as we remain stuck in our resentment, it’s like trying to get somewhere in a car that remains in neutral. Unforgiveness gets us absolutely nowhere but deeper in despair. As the 2009 movie “Medea Goes to Jail” so eloquently and humorously puts it, “forgiveness is not for the one that hurt you; it’s for you!”

There have been so many times in my life in which I have been deeply hurt. A year ago I was hurt by someone I trusted deeply, resulting in a depth of hurt that sent me reeling for several months. Saying I forgave them and actually forgiving them were two entirely different matters! I did not want to forgive because the truth was I wanted them to pay for what they had done. Guess what happened? I began to have health issues that I could not attribute to anything but stress. And guess what I could trace most of my stress back to? That’s right. Resentment. Unforgiveness. Not letting go and going on.

After a while, I began to listen to the promptings of the Lord and awakened to what I had been doing. I would never move on unless I let go of the wreckage. I could never receive healing as long as I remained at the debris pile. I could never move on to what God had for me as long as I chose to live in the ruins. Unforgiveness is nothing more than holding someone else in bondage in our hearts as a way to hurt them. The only problem with that is that we are only hurting ourselves and those we are in relationship with. Once I saw what I was doing, I came to the realization that I had only one option. I must forgive.While sitting under the teaching of Alex Himaya recently, my wife and I were very blessed to hear his thoughts on the subject of forgiveness. The next four points were gleaned from what I learned from him. If forgiveness is so good for us, what exactly are the benefits of forgiveness?

1. Emotional Benefit

Resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple. (Job 5:2 NIV)

Remember, resentment simply means to rethink an old hurt. When we constantly rethink an offense toward us, we continue to be enslaved to that person and that offense. We are the constant victim and never get to the place of victory. Is that really where life is? Is that really where we want to live—always the whiner? Always the victim? Not I! As Job so eloquently put it, “Resentment kills a fool!” When we are constantly reliving the old offenses, we naturally come to a place where we become numb emotionally. In the most real sense, that is when we are truly controlled by our emotions and held captive there by our stubborn refusal to let the other person go. I discovered that my ability to feel alive had drastically diminished due to my inability to truly forgive and let the offending party go. Once I let go, life and my ability to feel again rushed in! Over the past few weeks of truly forgiving, I have been flooded with insight and music and creativity in general. It’s as if a dam had been broken in my heart. What a benefit!

2. Relational Benefit

Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. (Ephesians 4:32 NIV)

When did Jesus forgive us? Before we ever sinned! What was the cross all about? In a very real way, Jesus practiced preemptive forgiveness. What a way to live! He forgave us before we ever existed, and He knew we would reject Him! If I truly want to live the most abundant life possible, I must be prepared to forgive before the offenses of life ever occur. I know that sounds crazy, but it is a scriptural principle. I do not plan to sin, but I do have a plan of attack when temptation comes. I immediately begin looking for the way of escape, because Jesus promised me He would have one for me. When I am hurt and tempted to be unforgiving, I need to be looking for the way of escape. If you think about it, when we forgive someone we give them a gift by letting them go. And we give ourselves a gift by letting them go because this releases us to get the healing we need for the very real hurt we have experienced. Unforgiveness actually binds you to those you don’t forgive, while forgiveness removes the last connection between you and the offense and frees you to move on with your life. Unforgiveness is like being on a treadmill: resentment takes you absolutely nowhere.

One of the ways I know if I have not forgiven someone is if I constantly bring up the same old list of hurts whenever I think of them. If you have a mental offense list that you constantly default to, you have not forgiven. You are still on that treadmill that goes nowhere. So, just how did Jesus prepare us to respond preemptively? Let’s look at the Word of God: Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?” Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy‑seven times.” (Matthew 18:21-22 NIV)

This was not meant to be the numerical standard of how many times we should forgive. I believe it was meant to be our attitude—that we are to forgive as many times as necessary. To me it means that I need to be prepared to forgive in an instant. Forgiving someone who has offended you puts the ball back in their court and relieves your burdened soul. Forgiveness does not lessen the hurt but it does hasten healing.

When we do not forgive, we effectively dam up our own hearts. Even if no one else can see the resentment, it is still there affecting our ability to relate to others in a healthy way. When we have a blockage in our physical heart, no one can necessarily see it, but every part of our body is affected because the heart’s ability to pump life-giving blood is lessened. We may not see the lack of flow right away, but it is there. If we want full flowing relational life, we must forgive.

3. Physical Benefit

A heart at peace gives life to the body, but envy [resentment] rots the bones. (Proverbs 14:30 NIV)

A study recently conducted at Stanford University discovered what God’s Word has been saying all along: unforgiveness causes physical ailments. This study revealed that resentment and envy are toxic to the body and that forgiving those who have offended you can cut stress by 50 percent. In addition, another study showed that women who had struggled with drug dependency and subsequent relapse were drastically less likely to fall back into drug use when forgiveness was practiced.

Personally I can vouch for my own study. The more I forgive and go on with my life, the less stress I have. The less stress I carry around, the more joy and contentment I feel in my life. The more joy and contentment I walk in, the less likely I am to fall into temptation. The more I let go, the more freedom I have in relating in a healthy, productive way to my wife, my children, my friends, and all those I minister to. Forgiveness really is one of the keys to abundant life.

4. Spiritual Benefit

Jesus lived a lifestyle of forgiveness. I believe this was not only part of the plan for my salvation but part of the plan for me to be a conduit of the greatness of God to others. When I allow the blockage of unforgiveness to remain, I effectively cut off the flow of God’s power in my life. Think about it. He forgave me and saved me. I am created in His image for good works in His kingdom…so if I want to be like Him, I had better learn how to be a good forgiver! The greatness of God is hindered by my resentment.

Unforgiveness builds a dam to the flow of God. Jesus sets us free, but we put ourselves back in prison when we choose to not forgive. Think about this as you read the following passage of scripture: “Therefore, the kingdom of heaven is like a king who wanted to settle accounts with his servants. As he began the settlement, a man who owed him ten thousand bags of gold was brought to him. Since he was not able to pay, the master ordered that he and his wife and his children and all that he had be sold to repay the debt. “At this the servant fell on his knees before him. ‘Be patient with me,’ he begged, ‘and I will pay back everything.’ The servant's master took pity on him, canceled the debt and let him go. “But when that servant went out, he found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred silver coins. He grabbed him and began to choke him. ‘Pay back what you owe me!’ he demanded. “His fellow servant fell to his knees and begged him, ‘Be patient with me, and I will pay you back.’ “But he refused. Instead, he went off and had the man thrown into prison until he could pay the debt. When the other servants saw what had happened, they were greatly distressed and went and told their master everything that had happened.

“Then the master called the servant in. ‘You wicked servant,’ he said, ‘I canceled all that debt of yours because you begged me to. Shouldn't you have had mercy on your fellow servant just as I had on you?’ In anger his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should pay back all he owed. “This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart.” —Jesus (Matthew 18:23-35 NIV)

Another scriptural principle we can apply to the need to forgive is this: we reap what we sow; if we do not forgive, we will not receive forgiveness from others.

Forgive us our debts,

as we also have forgiven our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from the evil one.’

For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. (Matthew 6:12-15 NIV)

You reap what you sow.

Sow for yourselves righteousness, reap the fruit of unfailing love,

and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord,

until he comes and showers righteousness on you. (Hosea 10:12 NIV)

You reap what you sow.

Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. (2 Corinthians 9:6 NIV)

You reap what you sow.

Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. (Galatians 6:7-9 NIV)

Quite simply put, when we do not forgive—when we continually bring up old offenses—we cut off the flow of God and we put ourselves right back in that mental prison where all we know is constant agony and despair. Do we really want to live there?

5. Clear Conscience Benefit

For far too many years, I could not move on with my healing because I could not forgive myself! Just as we forgive others, we must forgive ourselves or we will never move on to the deeper places in God or have that abundant life we talk so much about. To not forgive one’s self is to put yourself in the place of God. To not forgive yourself is not lofty spirituality. It is pride and misinterpretation of God’s forgiveness. To not forgive yourself is to place yourself on the throne of your heart…and you effectively cut off the flow of God in your life. To not forgive one’s self is to say to God, “I know better than you! My standards are higher than yours!” And that, my friend, is dangerous ground to walk.

One of the greatest benefits of forgiving others is a clear conscience. Think about it. Wouldn’t it be great to walk around with a clear conscience, able to hold our heads up high in the sheer joy of that freedom…to be able to look people right in the eye due to the fact that we have absolutely nothing to hide? God forgave me. I must humble myself to receive that forgiveness…and I must humble myself to forgive myself! I love to read of scriptural examples of men who were able to walk in a clear conscience.

Paul the apostle, while standing before the elders, chief priest, and governor said this:

So I strive always to keep my conscience clear before God and man. (Acts 24:16 NIV)

God’s Word also says this about a clear conscience:

Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart

in full assurance of faith, having our hearts

sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience

and having our bodies washed with pure water.

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess,

for he who promised is faithful.

And let us consider how we may spur one

another on toward love and good deeds. (Hebrews 10:22-24 NIV)

One very important aspects of forgiveness and maintaining a clear conscience is that not only should we forgive those who have offended us, but we must seek forgiveness from those we have offended. While this is not ever the most pleasant thing to have to do, it is one of the most healing things we can do for others. Look at what God’s Word says about this:

“Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift. “Settle matters quickly with your adversary who is taking you to court. Do it while you are still with him on the way, or he may hand you over to the judge, and the judge may hand you over to the officer, and you may be thrown into prison. Truly I tell you, you will not get out until you have paid the last penny.” —Jesus (Matthew 5:23-26 NIV)

One more thing: Be careful and don’t ask someone to forgive you if they have no idea you held them in contempt. Be careful and do not direct your need to seek forgiveness at the wrong person. Here is a case in point from my own life: “Dennis, I’ve never struggled with same sex attraction as a Christian, and as a result, I used to hate you for your past. Please forgive me for hating you.” All I hear in those words is, I used to hate you. Such thoughts simmer in my mind needlessly as I wonder if others in the church feel the same way. Why put someone through that torment? Deal with your sin and leave others out of it if it would lead them to wrong thoughts.

Another one I’ve heard: “Dennis, I was really upset at the way you led worship for a long time. Please forgive me for talking about you behind your back.” All I hear is, I and a lot of others talk about you in derogatory ways. My thoughts immediately go to, if he is saying those things, then others are as well. Wouldn’t it have been better to go to the ones you had talked to behind my back rather than fill my head with thoughts of self-doubt and confusion? I’m just saying that sometimes our need to seek forgiveness is directed at the wrong person.

Maybe it would be better to go to those to whom you spread your offensive attitudes to and seek their forgiveness rather than dragging another person into the mess who never even knew your wrong attitude existed. When people have approached me with things that I was never offended by, it gives the enemy a place to attack me. For that reason, let’s be careful and not seek forgiveness from someone just to appease our guilty conscience if it would do more harm than good.

Here are a few questions for meditation that you may find helpful in leaving the wreckage of your resentment behind:

• Who do you need to forgive?

• Are there any areas of your life that you need to seek forgiveness from the Lord?

• Are there any areas of your own life in which you have not forgiven yourself?

• What people have you offended that you need to seek forgiveness from?

In conclusion, I simply urge you to let go of the wreckage of resentment and seek the Great Physician for your healing. Let go and move on. It is in the letting go that you will discover more of that abundant life you have dreamed of…more than you even realized you were missing…more than you realized was even possible in this life. Forgive, and watch yourself come alive.

Dennis Jernigan

This is an excerpt from the Dennis Jernigan book, Renewing Your Mind: Identity and the Matter of Choice. It can be purchased at https://www.amazon.com/Renewing-Your-Mind-Identity-Matter/dp/1613143737/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1GZNXS5ELN5VZ&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.AzdEHdBTMOTtUENfsWu4UA.iqW1r7w7iwlGizbjnBz1FgM45tDrmRp4AVQvUh0pUPk&dib_tag=se&keywords=renewing+your+mind+identity+and+the+matter+of+choice+dennis+jernigan&qid=1750857840&sprefix=renewing+your+mind+identity+and+the+matter+of+choice+dennis+jernigan%2Caps%2C151&sr=8-1

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The Process of Healing

The Process of Healing

When faced with the need for healing of our minds—the way we think about ourselves—the enemy would love for us to feel overwhelmed by the mountainous terrain that our stinkin’ thinkin’ raises before us. Let us remember that we are on a journey—an adventure—here and that journeys require time and planning. After all, it may have taken years to build up the mountains of wrong thinking you now experience, so it may take years to tear it down. Like a building that we build with our thoughts, we tend to build it brick by brick. When tearing down that building, it is often necessary to tear it down in the same way: brick by brick, thought by thought. Bottom line? Healing is a process.

The process of healing was brought home to me through the years in very tangible ways, complete with physical reminders of deep spiritual Truths. Many years ago, I was working on my farm with my tractor. Having been grading the gravel road to and from my barn using the box blade scraper, I needed to take the heavy implement off so I could attach the brush hog and do some mowing. A box blade is like a small road grading blade one can attach to one’s tractor and scrape dirt and gravel and the like. While the blade itself is about five feet across and twenty-four inches deep, on the front of the implement are four long spikes called rippers that are spaced in front of the blade. The rippers cut through the ground and break it up, allowing the scraper to then come along behind and scrape the broken ground up. The entire apparatus weighs several hundred pounds.

In a hurry to get to my next task, and having performed the changing of implements many times before, I did not take the time to go through all the necessary safety steps. As I disconnected the hydraulic arm to which the right side of the blade was attached to the reactor, it slipped off before I was ready—because of the vibrations of the still-running tractor. Before I could get out of the way, the blade fell from the tractor and onto my right leg. The ripper did its job, ripping right into my lower calf and pinning me in a very awkward position beneath the large rear tire of the tractor.

My first thoughts? I do not wish to die this way. The tractor was still running and the goats, notorious for climbing on any and everything, were nearby. All I could think—and I am serious about this—was my friends would mock the way I died at my funeral! “Can you believe he was killed by goats?” If I ever needed to be in control of my thoughts, it was in that moment. After several minutes of pleading with the Lord to help me find the strength to remove myself from this entrapment, He came through. As I looked down at the wound, I saw a gaping hole in my leg exposing my tendon, muscle, and bone.

Not realizing I was in shock, I could only think of covering the wound and getting the flap of dangling flesh back in its proper place. Calmly, I pulled the flesh over the hole in my leg and held it there, walking all the way from behind the barn to the house bent over awkwardly while trying to keep the flesh in place. As I neared the house, Melinda came out and I showed her the wound.Wasting no time, she helped me get into the car, and she drove speedily to the nearest ER seven miles away. Nearing the ER, I told her to simply drop me off and park the car while I did the preliminary check-in.

Approaching the nurse station, I told the receptionist that I had injured myself and needed help. She calmly replied, “You’ll need to fill out some paperwork.” Still in shock, I felt overwhelmed to the point I could do no more. Turning around from the window, I simply slumped to the floor beneath the window—and sat. As Melinda came through the door, she asked, “What are you doing down there?” All I could muster to say was, “I need to do some paperwork.” Bursting through the ER door to the triage unit, Melinda shouted, “My husband needs help!” And help came.

Two surgeries later, I was sent home to heal. Miraculously, there were no broken bones. Just nerve damage and the wound itself, which had been nicely stitched closed, seemed merely incidental after the fact. A lot of trauma for such a seemingly small wound. Little did I know but that little wound would have a far-reaching effect upon my life—and the way I think.

After a few days of rest and recuperation, I noticed the bruising around the wound was not getting any better. In fact, the flesh over the wound seemed to be growing darker and darker, fading from deep blue to deeper black. And it began to develop an odor—like rancid, decaying flesh. Since this did not seem right, I went back to the surgeon and showed him my wound. Without saying a word, he simply began to cut away the flesh, once again leaving a gaping hole in my lower calf, revealing the inner parts once again. I asked him, “When can you do a skin graft to cover the wound?” His answer sent holy chills through my being: “A skin graft will not work for this kind of wound. For this type of wound to heal properly, it must heal from the inside out.”

With those words, “It must heal from the inside out,” I knew in that moment that the Lord was going to be teaching me a few deeper things about healing. Confused, I asked him what he meant. I asked him how that could be possible. He then explained to me the process of healing. His instructions, while simple, were full of profound, life-giving Truth. He instructed me to soak the wound twice a day in a bucket of warm water. In that water, I was to mix a cup of Tide detergent and soak for thirty minutes. His explanation for this? The wound needs to be as clean as possible in order to promote healing.

As those words sank into my mind, I could not help but think of and relate this need for cleansing to the human need to confess one’s sins. As I have already stated in a previous chapter, you will know the Truth and the Truth will set you free…but the first step Truth requires is our own honest confession—or cleansing! And the added bonus? Simply learning to rest in—soak in—God’s presence! Awesome in and of itself, but the doctor was not through.

Following up the need for soaking and constant cleansing, he prescribed a large roll of gauze, sterile and clean. I was to pack the wound with said gauze as soon as I was through with my morning soak…packing it as tightly as possible so as to not allow any foreign materials into the wounded place. In addition, he instructed me to pull the gauze out before soaking at the end of the day. Curious, I asked him why. He told me that as I pulled the gauze out—which will probably hurt a bit, but will be worth the pain—any dead and decaying material would adhere to the gauze and be removed from the wound, bringing even more cleansing. Awesome! But wait, there was more!“As you remove the gauze, make the edges of the wound bleed as much as possible.” What?

His words once again sent chills through my soul. “There is life in the blood. The blood will bring life-giving nutrients to the wounded places, and slowly but surely, the wound will gradually close as the flesh grows back.” All I heard was, “There is life in the blood.” Just as with the physical nature of the healing properties of my physical blood, the life of a new creation is healed as the blood of Jesus—the cleansing, redeeming, healing, mind-changing, debt-paying blood of Jesus—is applied to the wounds of our mind by simple faith!

As time went by, my mind was consumed with such thoughts. As my mind began to heal in new ways, so the wound on my leg began to heal. Pondering this process, I understood the need for cleansing. With honest confession comes Truth. Truth sets me free. As I placed my faith in the power of the blood of Jesus Christ, the wounded places in my mind began to come back into spiritual alignment with God’s Truth.

Confession and the blood were easy to see, but I still did not fully understand the need for packing the wound. So I asked the Lord what the packing material for my spiritual, mental wounds was. He simply whispered to my mind, “Son, what did you pack into your wound that came as a result of leaving your past identity?”

Without missing a beat, I said to Him, “What shall we say, then? Am I to continue in sin so that grace may increase? May it never be! How shall I who died to sin still live in it?” That’s Romans 6:1-2.

Before I could say another word, He asked, “And what did you pack in the wounded place when the enemy would threaten you with humiliation and condemnation?” Again, without hesitation, I quoted Micah: Do not rejoice over me, O my enemy. Though I fall I will rise; Though I dwell in darkness, the LORD is a light for me. (Micah 7:8)

And then it hit me. The packing material of my life since being born again had been the Word of God! In every wounded place caused by the lies of the enemy, I had packed the Word of God, and just as with that physical gauze, I would pull the Word out of the wound and drag out more impurities. Then I would repack the wound again and again and again! Healing is a process—and I thought the lessons I had learned from the tractor incident were it…but there was still more.

After a year of healing in my body and in my mind, I was finally well enough to play basketball again. In my first pickup game since my wounding, I was making a cut toward the basket—when someone hit me on the back of my left ankle with what felt like a baseball bat! Sounding like a literal explosion in my mind, the piercing pain sent me spinning around, crumpled, to the floor. Writhing in pain, I shouted to my buddies, “Who hit me? Did you guys see who hit me?”

Confused at my response, one of the guys simply said, “DJ, there was no one near you. No one hit you.”

The MRI later that evening revealed a completely shattered and severed Achilles tendon. Due to the circumstances, we had to wait ten days for the surgery to take place. As soon as I came out from under anesthesia, the surgeon said, “Mr. Jernigan, we did not have enough of your tendon left to put you back together.”

Before he could continue, I moaned, “Oh, no!” in disappointment.

Continuing, he simply said, “But we were able to repair the tear.”

“But, how?” I asked.

“During the time between the wounding and the surgery, so much scar tissue had formed that we were actually able to harvest some of that material and bridge the gap between the wounded places. We put you back together.” By whose scars and wounds and own torn flesh was I granted healing that birdied the gap between my wounded, broken places and the Maker of the Universe? By the scars of Jesus I am being healed! Healing is a process…and scars are like altars testifying to the healing power of God!

What do my scars represent?

When I was a small boy, I was in the pasture petting one of our horses. We called him Big Red. As I petted him, he began to nip at my fingers. This caused great fear in my little heart. Spying the mulberry tree on the fence line, I ran with all my might to the safety of the tree as Big Red kept pace with my little-boy run for my life! Safely climbing the tree to what I thought would be refuge, I was horrified to realize that Big Red could still reach me! My only recourse? I could jump the barbed wire fence to the safety and security of the other side! If there had been an Olympic event called fence straddling, I would have won gold that day.

No sooner had I been released from the ER than my mom asked me how I was doing. My response? “I can’t wait to show the scar to my brothers and my cousins!”

A scar is what’s left of a wound as a reminder that says—in a spiritual sense—“Yes, I went through that terrible, horrible, hurtful event…but look what my God did!” That is a kingdom-of-God perspective on the process of healing. Own your scars, but give glory to God. Rather than those hurtful memories being like stones draped around your neck that drag you down to despair and self-focus, cut them away with the Truth that says, “Yes, I went through that, but see what my God has done!” Healing is a process—a process meant to restore hope and bring healing at every point along the journey.

Even when pain is involved, joy can be the result if the process is seen from the Maker’s point of view. Who made doctors? Who gave man the wisdom to create medicine? Who is the ultimate Healer? The One who made us. One more thing. There is only one time a follower of and believer in Christ should give up hope. We should give up the hope of ever changing our past! Stop trying! It cannot be done. Face it in honest confession and go through the process of healing in the areas of past failure and regret.

Allow the Lord to take the rabble and messes of your life and bring something beautiful out of the rabble and the mess! He is able if we let Him see our wounded places. Open up your heart to Him

and let Him be the Great Physician. He is a safe place for healing to take place. Soak in His presence. Pack the Word into the wounds of your mind. Apply the healing brunets of His cleansing blood to your wounds and allow His own wounding to bridge the gap between you and your Maker.

My final thought: I am healed. I am being healed. I will be healed. Where I am is in process…and the process looks a lot like Jesus!

Dennis Jernigan

This is an excerpt from the Dennis Jernigan book, Renewing Your Mind: Identity and the Matter of Choice. It can be purchased at https://www.amazon.com/Renewing-Your-Mind-Identity-Matter/dp/1613143737/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1GZNXS5ELN5VZ&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.AzdEHdBTMOTtUENfsWu4UA.iqW1r7w7iwlGizbjnBz1FgM45tDrmRp4AVQvUh0pUPk&dib_tag=se&keywords=renewing+your+mind+identity+and+the+matter+of+choice+dennis+jernigan&qid=1750857840&sprefix=renewing+your+mind+identity+and+the+matter+of+choice+dennis+jernigan%2Caps%2C151&sr=8-1

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