Christine Rhyner

Meet Christine

I am a wife, adoptive mother, non-fiction writer, defender of human life, amateur photographer & scrapbook-maker. Christians lost the culture war. I believe this is a critical hour for each member of the church to embrace his or her identity in Christ, unite in one mind and one Spirit, and boldly share the gospel with a hurting world.

New Book

‘You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.’ C.S. Lewis.

We are all born with an innate sense of the spiritual world…spiritual beings living a human experience through our earthly bodies. The spirit life is forever, the one on earth, a blip on the screen of eternity.

Authors Journey

People say,

"It’s the journey, not the destination."

The Israelites did not think so when they wandered through the desert for forty years in search of the promised land.

My Book

How Much Did You Pay For Her?

Understanding why people say what they do is the first step toward compassion, as it allows us to glimpse another perspective. This can lead to giving others grace an undeserved gift of letting people off the hook for what they say that eventually leads us to forgive them.



Recent Posts

Script-Flips
Sunday, August 29, 2021

God's Presence With Wings
Friday, June 18, 2021

God’s Presence With Wings

“I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me…You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence with eternal pleasures at Your right Hand.” Ps 16:7,8,11

When God knocked on the door of my heart in 1994 and I let Him in, I thought if I asked, He would provide definitive directives in various areas of my life.

Not only would I do what was right in His sight, He would eliminate situational uncertainty and despair.

Thankfully, I grew more mature in my faith than this. I am grateful that God was more interested in changing my worldly heart and mind than circumstances. But as a spiritual infant then, I struggled to understand how my newfound desire to please Him as a woman of service to others was not an easy success.

After all, I gave up my desire to achieve and prosper in the advertising industry. I faithfully held to a new and strong conviction that making people think they could not live without things they did not need was a manipulative and dishonorable profession. I also turned down a maybe sort of fun and creative offer to write fortunes in cookies, rejecting the occultist nature of such things. Instead, I took a job as a counselor at a crisis hotline for youth to make a positive difference. Yet, it took both an emotional and physical toll on me. Barely a teen on the streets called, but many people suffering mental health issues that did not really want referrals to get help, did. Many calls were from pranksters with nothing better to do. Still, I shared with many that God was their true source of help. But I found myself regularly reprimanded by my supervisor for ‘proselytizing,’ a term I was not even familiar with. This came as a surprise to me at a Catholic organization called ‘The Covenant House,’ where I would be summoned into her office for scolding as I stared in confusion at a large, framed Bible verse on the wall behind her.

But even more unsettling than the calls was that a coworker who would hear me talk about God and became hostile. Juan’s dirty looks, intentional bumping into me and angry comments finally became unsettling enough to turn into a plea to my supervisor to intervene. She sent me to an empty conference room with whom she referred to as ‘the harmless Juan’ to work it out. With steely eyes, he told me that every time I mentioned God, he wanted to murder me and graphically laid out how he would do it. All of the stress caused IBS-related pain in the gut that doubled me over in my cubicle.

I lacked the wisdom, insight and maturity to not personalize everything as a commentary on my incompetence to please God and as a painful rejectability factor among people. I did not understand that Satan wanted to wrest my soul back into the pit, but that the attacks from him were a sign that he never would! Instead, I obsessed with wondering did God want me to quit or do better?  Should I accept defeat and struggle with another angst of how to earn a living? Oh, me of little faith!

Adding to my professional woes was a stressful relationship with a man I met at my church’s singles’ group. I believed that just because he was a Christian, it was a foregone conclusion that we were right for each other. My naivete, along with what I believed to be the prophetic words of my Bible instructor that he saw us ‘married in four months,’ kept me working at pleasing a man with huge expectations and not a lot of respect.

God seemed so silent as I endured fear, pain, and the constant sting of rejection. One day as I stood on the platform waiting for a train to take me to my terrible job, I prayed, ‘Lord, show me a tangible sign of hope from You with a butterfly.’ Suddenly one softly fluttered by, lifting my spirits at His visible answer to a simple prayer from a spiritual infant. With continued prayers for a tangible way to feel His presence, and more sightings of butterflies, I began to feel a comforting, special connection to God with these winged creatures.

One afternoon when I was feeling particularly alone and dejected on a lunch break at an outside table at work, a butterfly descended out of windy skies. The delicate, orange, gold and black insect perched on my handbag for at least a minute or two before rising back up overhead and fluttering out of view. I thanked and praised God, and returned to my job renewed for the afternoon.

Weeks later, when on my way to a friend’s party where the boyfriend who broke up with me was also invited, I prayed for God to calm my anxieties. Suddenly there appeared a large, low-sailing butterfly that descended to about knee’s length, at kept pace with me in companionship for the whole two blocks I walked to that party.

Six months later, I lost the job too, and found out my nephew had leukemia. On a family trip to Disney World, I felt like the saddest person in the enchanted kingdom. I prayed for a sign of hope from God but laughed at myself for wanting butterflies in the night while my family and I waited for a parade to pass. But to my astonishment, a Kingdom of life, light and hope made itself real to me as no less than a dozen dancers atop a float swayed and fluttered by, dressed in a dazzling rainbow of colorful wings with a tribute to the beautiful butterfly.

Like a child who looks up at her father and pleads, ‘Dad, tell that story again,’ the butterfly is to this day is to my spirit a tangible and comforting sign of hope from the Lord of His presence and care for me. Along with all the other little children at the Disney parade, I clapped in awe and wonder.

My nephew was healed and shortly after this, I met my husband of twenty-three years now who loves me unconditionally. God gave me the greatest job I could ever hope for with the gift of raising two, beautiful, adopted children.  

 

The Church Needs to Unify in the Battle For Right to Life
Thursday, June 10, 2021

 

Founder Benjamin Rush stated, ‘By removing the Bible from schools we would be wasting so much time and money punishing criminals and so little pains to prevent crime. Take the Bible out of schools and there would be an explosion in crime.’

A near eight-hundred percent increase in crime in just over half a century bears out his warning to America. Crime explodes without a true moral compass for how to live, because man cannot change his behavior apart from God. Without God and left to his own devices, man justifies behaviors that are anathema to the Creator.

I am sure that God’s tender embrace of the sixty-five million babies we have callously murdered—and counting by the thousands daily—is not without growing wrath for the injustice towards human beings made in His image.  

‘There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to Him; haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood…’ {Proverbs 6_16-17}

The abortion industry, pro-abortion politicians and Hollywood stand before audiences and cameras, and tell abominable lies that the shedding of innocent blood is a right. Hollywood sweethearts wave worthless metal idols in the shape of man, while gushing with pride, that had it not been for murdering their own offspring they would not have won them. Crowds before them clap in approval and admiration.

Politicians arrogantly assert they will ‘protect’ baby murder, not babies. And the abortion industry is filled with apostates claiming to do ‘the Lord’s work,’ and reprobates who have become immune, jovial and mocking about how they tear to pieces human beings in the womb. That is, when they aren’t mutilating the bodies of babies further along in development for illegal sale. That is, when they aren’t cutting the organs out of babies born alive during an abortion or intentionally delivered alive to brutally remove those parts for sale. That is, while the Democrat party has refused to protect these babies born alive some one-hundred times when the Republicans have attempted to get a vote to stop the madness.

We have allowed a procedure considered tragic and rare not too long ago, {when so many women did not even realize they were carrying human beings with a complete set of DNA at conception, and a heartbeat in just two to three weeks}, to spiral into a complete lack of all moral restraints and infanticide. For abortion truly corrupts a nation that cannot wantonly kill human beings in the womb and not expect murder to spill onto the streets and into the schools. There is no longer a valid debate to negate the science of human life since the ultrasound and advances in medico-technology, but rather a callous disregard for pre-born lives. Abortion advocates know this, so have resorted to haughtily justifying murder without remorse for their selfishness. As Mother Theresa said, ‘Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love, but to use violence to get what it wants.’

Where has the church been for fifty years? Many run crisis pregnancy centers and engage in prayer in front of abortion clinics. But the body of Christ has not risen in one mind and one spirit by its millions and demanded an end to the barbarism. The result is that in New York, where abortion began, the state now forces pregnancy crisis centers to incorporate pro-aborts on their staff, and the church has not in unison said no. The state turns a blind eye to the harassment of prayerful, brave souls who stand outside of abortion clinics.

New York arrested two young black women during the covid pandemic for breaking its covid restrictions while defending life in the city where more black babies are killed in the womb than in any other state. Yet, it continues to allow riot after riot of covid-rule breakers for nearly a year. And the body of Christ has not said no. Physical assaults of even the elderly praying outside of abortion clinics has become all too common, yet the church has not been so large in numbers outside abortion clinics that it forms a Godly hedge of protection one for another in the battle for the right to life.

Pro-life organizations are increasingly censored or banned on social media sites. The church has not by the tens of millions said no. Sermons from the pulpit about the unjust abomination to God of shedding innocent blood in the womb are few and far between.  

To be clear, I am not disparaging individual churches or people hard at work defending life in the womb. Rather, I am pointing out that without unity of the entire church crying out against abortion injustice, we continue to lose the battle for life. I see so many attempting to engage in the battle on social media, ineffective to change policy or legislation, and increasingly censored or banned. Prayer is essential, but so too, is a unified, massive physical presence in the public square to defend babies.