When our nine-year-old daughter came down with the stomach flu last week, I knew it would happen. It didn't hit until the end of the day and I was tired. I didn't take the usual precautions and yes, the bug hit me 36 hours later. The day before I was scheduled to present "The True Meaning of Christmas" for a friend's outreach brunch. Yes, 36 hours. And the brunch was going to take place 21 hours after I hit the pillow.
My friend sounded a little concerned when I reached her after work that evening. "Okay. Okay," she assured me (and herself). Followed by "This is too funny," and a laugh. "Our Sunday school teacher challenged us to share the gospel with ten people this week and I'm scared to death. Maybe this is God's answer."
And it was. She wasn't sure what to say to the women or how to say it. But the Lord had already given me the time to put my thoughts on paper. I sent her the outline and she got to share Christ with friends she sees on a regular basis, but has not personally told about their need for Jesus and His provision. Yes, God even uses the stomach flu to guide and use His people. I must say it was the most exciting outreach event I've ever missed!
Monday, December 6, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
The Freedom of Work
The following is a quote from Horatius Bonar, a Scottish pastor, as quoted in The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges (p. 207). It is too good to keep to myself!
It is forgiveness that sets a man working for God. He does not work in order to be forgiven, but because he has been forgiven, and the consciousness of his sin being pardoned makes him long more for its entire removal than ever he did before.
An unforgiven man cannot work. He has not the will, nor the power, nor the liberty. He is in chains. Israel in Egypt could not serve Jehovah. "Let my people go, that they may serve Me," was God's message to Pharaoh (Exodus 8:1): first liberty, then service.
A forgiven man is the true worker, the true Law-keeper. He can, he will, he must work for God. He has come into contact with that part of God's character which warms his cold heart. Forgiving love constrains him. He cannot but work for Him who has removed his sins from him as far as the east is from the west. Forgiveness has made him a free man, and given him a new and most loving Master. Forgiveness, received freely from the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, acts as a spring, an impulse, a stimulus of divine potency. It is more irresistible than law, or terror, or threat.
Horatio Bonar, God's Way of Holiness (Durham, England: Evangelical Press, 1979; originally published 1864), 51-52.
It is forgiveness that sets a man working for God. He does not work in order to be forgiven, but because he has been forgiven, and the consciousness of his sin being pardoned makes him long more for its entire removal than ever he did before.
An unforgiven man cannot work. He has not the will, nor the power, nor the liberty. He is in chains. Israel in Egypt could not serve Jehovah. "Let my people go, that they may serve Me," was God's message to Pharaoh (Exodus 8:1): first liberty, then service.
A forgiven man is the true worker, the true Law-keeper. He can, he will, he must work for God. He has come into contact with that part of God's character which warms his cold heart. Forgiving love constrains him. He cannot but work for Him who has removed his sins from him as far as the east is from the west. Forgiveness has made him a free man, and given him a new and most loving Master. Forgiveness, received freely from the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, acts as a spring, an impulse, a stimulus of divine potency. It is more irresistible than law, or terror, or threat.
Horatio Bonar, God's Way of Holiness (Durham, England: Evangelical Press, 1979; originally published 1864), 51-52.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sacrificial Giving
This morning in preparation of Thanksgiving, I have been reminded of sacrifices. The first groups that come to mind as an American are our men and women in the armed forces and their families. We are so thankful for their personal, daily sacrifices (and should take the time to tell and show them!).
As Christians, the overwhelming sacrifice we think of regularly is that of Jesus Christ, God as man, God taking His own wrath for my sin. No sacrifice can compare to Jesus' humble, total, torturous gift of Himself on my behalf.
But if, in our Christian walk, we think of Christ likeness as gentleness, patience, and love apart from personal loss, we have lost focus. Being like Christ is to put off my personal reputation and walk in obedience regardless of others' acceptance. Being like Christ is to represent God at all times in all places verbally and actually. Being like Christ is to submit to all authority with meekness. Being like Christ is to bear the misunderstandings of others. Being like Christ is to challenge that which is man-centered and self-centered and put it in the perspective of God, and God alone.
In this way, through daily, moment by moment dependence I become a living sacrifice. My life, my thoughts, my actions, my choices are each offered to God as a gift. "Is this what you would have me do, Lord?" "Is this what you would have me speak?" "Is this what you would have me give?" The moments of my day then become a conversation with God. I become that living sacrifice, a purchased gift with a specific purpose (Romans 12:1, 1 Corinthians 6:19-20).
But what do I do when the cost is too great? When God challenges my reason, my rights, my needs? A dear friend shared this verse which resonates with me even as I consider giving the sacrifice of thanksgiving. "God is the LORD, And He has given us light; Bind the sacrifice with cords to the horns of the altar" (Psalm 118:27). Sometimes, realistically, I can't give thanks. Sometimes, realistically, I can't give God the obedience He desires. Most of the time, realistically, I don't want to. And this verse has become a repeated prayer, "Lord, if you must, bind me to the horns of the altar." Only God can give me the motivation, the love, and the obedience that is required to please Him (Philippians 2:13, 2 Corinthians 5:14, Hebrews 11:6). In giving to God what is His due there is peace and joy--not because God wins and I lose. If that is my view of Christian service, I do not know the true and living God.
God loves me infinitely, purely, wholly. In doing what He commands I fulfill my purpose and He receives the worth-ship that belongs to Him and Him alone. This Thanksgiving I am praying for a more dependent, grateful attitude. One that esteems God above all others, especially myself, even if it means tying my hands to the horns of the altar! For "You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore" (Psalm 16:11).
As Christians, the overwhelming sacrifice we think of regularly is that of Jesus Christ, God as man, God taking His own wrath for my sin. No sacrifice can compare to Jesus' humble, total, torturous gift of Himself on my behalf.
But if, in our Christian walk, we think of Christ likeness as gentleness, patience, and love apart from personal loss, we have lost focus. Being like Christ is to put off my personal reputation and walk in obedience regardless of others' acceptance. Being like Christ is to represent God at all times in all places verbally and actually. Being like Christ is to submit to all authority with meekness. Being like Christ is to bear the misunderstandings of others. Being like Christ is to challenge that which is man-centered and self-centered and put it in the perspective of God, and God alone.
In this way, through daily, moment by moment dependence I become a living sacrifice. My life, my thoughts, my actions, my choices are each offered to God as a gift. "Is this what you would have me do, Lord?" "Is this what you would have me speak?" "Is this what you would have me give?" The moments of my day then become a conversation with God. I become that living sacrifice, a purchased gift with a specific purpose (Romans 12:1, 1 Corinthians 6:19-20).
But what do I do when the cost is too great? When God challenges my reason, my rights, my needs? A dear friend shared this verse which resonates with me even as I consider giving the sacrifice of thanksgiving. "God is the LORD, And He has given us light; Bind the sacrifice with cords to the horns of the altar" (Psalm 118:27). Sometimes, realistically, I can't give thanks. Sometimes, realistically, I can't give God the obedience He desires. Most of the time, realistically, I don't want to. And this verse has become a repeated prayer, "Lord, if you must, bind me to the horns of the altar." Only God can give me the motivation, the love, and the obedience that is required to please Him (Philippians 2:13, 2 Corinthians 5:14, Hebrews 11:6). In giving to God what is His due there is peace and joy--not because God wins and I lose. If that is my view of Christian service, I do not know the true and living God.
God loves me infinitely, purely, wholly. In doing what He commands I fulfill my purpose and He receives the worth-ship that belongs to Him and Him alone. This Thanksgiving I am praying for a more dependent, grateful attitude. One that esteems God above all others, especially myself, even if it means tying my hands to the horns of the altar! For "You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore" (Psalm 16:11).
Thursday, November 11, 2010
A Bad Christian
"So I said to him, 'You know, Dad, you're a really good religious person, but you're a bad Christian.'"
That comment has stuck in my head since yesterday afternoon. A new friend was sharing herself with me and that is how she saw her dad, a pastor. A tragedy for the people he ministered to, a tragedy for his family, a tragedy for his eternal self. But I was encouraged by my friend's discernment. Too many of us are "good religious people" but "bad Christians."
Here are a couple of things she brought up that are worth mentioning to those of us who minister in our local church Bodies:
1) Once a notable member of the congregation brought three guests with her. They were of a different race. They were beautiful. They were well-to-do. And no one greeted them. No one talked to them. For weeks after that incident, everyone gave that church member the cold shoulder. Hmmm. Would I react this way?
2) Once a woman with a "spotted" past confessed her sin, God changed her life, but she was held at arm's length. "She scrubbed the floors for those people, she made them meals, she washed the dishes after potlucks, and they treated her like dirt." Hmmmm. Would I react this way?
I must say that, during our visit I did some dirt-checking of my own. How do I think of others? How do I treat others in our church Body? If she were to come to our church, what would she see? What do others see? Do they see Jesus at work? Or are we just a bunch of "religious people" playing church?
As we parted I shared an insight of my own. "I've realized that it's not just about reading your Bible. Even if people read the Bible everyday, it doesn't mean a thing until they come to the point of saying, 'God, you're right. I'm wrong. I need you to make up the difference.'" And that is where Jesus Christ comes in. There is no change--in fact, there is only petrification of stubborn pride--until I repent and submit to God. Then, as I walk in the reality of my own frailty and failure, I am more accepting of others and more ready to point them to an all-sufficient, all-loving God.
I continue to chew on our conversation, with an eye on my attitude: Am I defensive or repentant? It's the difference between being a good religious person or a true Christian.
That comment has stuck in my head since yesterday afternoon. A new friend was sharing herself with me and that is how she saw her dad, a pastor. A tragedy for the people he ministered to, a tragedy for his family, a tragedy for his eternal self. But I was encouraged by my friend's discernment. Too many of us are "good religious people" but "bad Christians."
Here are a couple of things she brought up that are worth mentioning to those of us who minister in our local church Bodies:
1) Once a notable member of the congregation brought three guests with her. They were of a different race. They were beautiful. They were well-to-do. And no one greeted them. No one talked to them. For weeks after that incident, everyone gave that church member the cold shoulder. Hmmm. Would I react this way?
2) Once a woman with a "spotted" past confessed her sin, God changed her life, but she was held at arm's length. "She scrubbed the floors for those people, she made them meals, she washed the dishes after potlucks, and they treated her like dirt." Hmmmm. Would I react this way?
I must say that, during our visit I did some dirt-checking of my own. How do I think of others? How do I treat others in our church Body? If she were to come to our church, what would she see? What do others see? Do they see Jesus at work? Or are we just a bunch of "religious people" playing church?
As we parted I shared an insight of my own. "I've realized that it's not just about reading your Bible. Even if people read the Bible everyday, it doesn't mean a thing until they come to the point of saying, 'God, you're right. I'm wrong. I need you to make up the difference.'" And that is where Jesus Christ comes in. There is no change--in fact, there is only petrification of stubborn pride--until I repent and submit to God. Then, as I walk in the reality of my own frailty and failure, I am more accepting of others and more ready to point them to an all-sufficient, all-loving God.
I continue to chew on our conversation, with an eye on my attitude: Am I defensive or repentant? It's the difference between being a good religious person or a true Christian.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
End Notes
After arriving home from ladies' Bible study this morning, I realized we'd left loose ends in Sunday school, Young Adult Fellowship, and this morning's study. Here are the resources and biblical references I didn't have on hand when they came up in discussion:
Sunday School—Shepherding a Child’s Heart by Tedd Tripp: Here’s a book that biblically confronts the deceit of self-esteem: Raising Unselfish Children in a Self-Absorbed World by Jill Rigby http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Unselfish-Children-Self-Absorbed-World/dp/141655842X.
Young Adult Fellowship—Respectable Sins by Jerry Bridges: The book, The Practice of the Presence of God, by Brother Lawrence was mentioned. Inside the cover it says, “‘Lord of all pots and pans and things…Make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates!’ Thus Brother Lawrence was able to turn even the most commonplace and menial task into a living hymn to the glory of God.” http://www.amazon.com/Practice-Presence-God-Brother-Lawrence/dp/0800785991
Ladies’ Bible Study—The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges: Amos was referred to this morning as an example of someone who was taught by God (i.e. Titus 2:11-12 “…the grace of God…teaches us….”.) The reference is Amos 7:14-15.
Household management—my top pick is Bonnie’s Household Organizer by Bonnie McCollough. There are a lot of good resources out there! Although this is an older book, it is family-centered (not house centered) and has more practical ideas than I could ever use--there's always something I can improve on even if I learn s-l-o-w-l-y.
http://www.amazon.com/Bonnies-Household-Organizer-Essential-Getting/dp/0312087950
Sunday School—Shepherding a Child’s Heart by Tedd Tripp: Here’s a book that biblically confronts the deceit of self-esteem: Raising Unselfish Children in a Self-Absorbed World by Jill Rigby http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Unselfish-Children-Self-Absorbed-World/dp/141655842X.
Young Adult Fellowship—Respectable Sins by Jerry Bridges: The book, The Practice of the Presence of God, by Brother Lawrence was mentioned. Inside the cover it says, “‘Lord of all pots and pans and things…Make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates!’ Thus Brother Lawrence was able to turn even the most commonplace and menial task into a living hymn to the glory of God.” http://www.amazon.com/Practice-Presence-God-Brother-Lawrence/dp/0800785991
Ladies’ Bible Study—The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges: Amos was referred to this morning as an example of someone who was taught by God (i.e. Titus 2:11-12 “…the grace of God…teaches us….”.) The reference is Amos 7:14-15.
Household management—my top pick is Bonnie’s Household Organizer by Bonnie McCollough. There are a lot of good resources out there! Although this is an older book, it is family-centered (not house centered) and has more practical ideas than I could ever use--there's always something I can improve on even if I learn s-l-o-w-l-y.
http://www.amazon.com/Bonnies-Household-Organizer-Essential-Getting/dp/0312087950
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Quiet Discovery
I woke with a song this morning--more than that of the lovely owl who hooted in the dawn through our open window--there was a tune in my head...and words. A tune and words I hadn't heard before. The clock read 4:01. And, instead of saying "Speak, Lord, for your servant hears," I seem to recall saying, "You've got to be kidding, Lord. It's 4:00 a.m."
And the song continued. I thought about stopping it and rolling over, but the thought that we actually have a notation program on the computer stopped me. I tried recalling the notes and words--perhaps I would remember them at a more godly hour (!). But the prompting in my head said, "Obedience is obedience--no matter what time of day."
So, I climbed out of bed, made a pot of coffee, fed the cat (who wakes me routinely at 4:30--my husband's cat, mind you), and sat down at the computer with ear buds. It's not an earth shattering, gotta-hear-it-cause-it's-the-next-Keith-and-Kristyn-Getty-song (http://www.gettymusic.com/). But it's the gift God gave this morning.
And the realization came that, after reading a brief encouragement in World magazine (http://www.worldmag.com/index.cfm, October 9th issue), I stopped listening to audio books as much this week. And, in the quiet, God spoke. Maybe not when I would like, but in the quiet, unbroken hours.
So stop already. Make some quiet in your life today. Wait and listen. God is there.
But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 59:16
And the song continued. I thought about stopping it and rolling over, but the thought that we actually have a notation program on the computer stopped me. I tried recalling the notes and words--perhaps I would remember them at a more godly hour (!). But the prompting in my head said, "Obedience is obedience--no matter what time of day."
So, I climbed out of bed, made a pot of coffee, fed the cat (who wakes me routinely at 4:30--my husband's cat, mind you), and sat down at the computer with ear buds. It's not an earth shattering, gotta-hear-it-cause-it's-the-next-Keith-and-Kristyn-Getty-song (http://www.gettymusic.com/). But it's the gift God gave this morning.
And the realization came that, after reading a brief encouragement in World magazine (http://www.worldmag.com/index.cfm, October 9th issue), I stopped listening to audio books as much this week. And, in the quiet, God spoke. Maybe not when I would like, but in the quiet, unbroken hours.
So stop already. Make some quiet in your life today. Wait and listen. God is there.
But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 59:16
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Repentance or Remorse? You Choose
How often we say or do something we wish we could change later! Some of us go to great lengths to fix a problem we've created--perhaps we slandered someone and that person found out, perhaps we denied a situation existed only to suffer the consequences later. No matter what the offense, we have two choices. We can admit our sin and turn to God, through Jesus, for forgiveness. Or we can try to fix the problem ourselves.
Matthew 26:69-27:10
v. 75, 3-5: And Peter remembered the word which Jesus had said, “Before a rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” And he went out and wept bitterly.
Then when Judas, who had betrayed Him, saw that He had been condemned, he felt remorse and returned the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying, “I have sinned by betraying innocent blood.” But they said, “What is that to us? See to that yourself!” And he threw the pieces of silver into the temple sanctuary and departed; and he went away and hanged himself.
Observation: Our sin is manifested personally, with huge consequences. No one else shares my guilt. No one else shares my despair. No one else shares my penalty. Sin is real. The results of sin are real. Both Peter and Judas sinned against Jesus personally. Both of them sinned against Jesus publicly. Both of them felt great remorse and shame and despair. But Peter knew Christ enough—had the grace to return to Jesus—and receive forgiveness. For Judas there was no faith that Jesus would forgive and receive. There was no returning. There was only death.
Application: Repentance is a repetitive act of faith in returning to the Lord Jesus Christ for acceptance and forgiveness. Repentance does not erase the sin, but Jesus covers the sin. Repentance does not remove the consequences, but Jesus provides Himself through the consequences. Repentance does not apply to anyone but myself. The opposite of repentance is remorse—grief over having to suffer the consequences apart from the faith to return to Christ humiliated and stricken. Repetitive repentance grows and demonstrates faith. Peter chose repentance. Judas chose remorse. It is the appeal to man for acceptance and removal of consequences that hinders faith and brings destruction.
Matthew 26:69-27:10
v. 75, 3-5: And Peter remembered the word which Jesus had said, “Before a rooster crows, you will deny Me three times.” And he went out and wept bitterly.
Then when Judas, who had betrayed Him, saw that He had been condemned, he felt remorse and returned the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying, “I have sinned by betraying innocent blood.” But they said, “What is that to us? See to that yourself!” And he threw the pieces of silver into the temple sanctuary and departed; and he went away and hanged himself.
Observation: Our sin is manifested personally, with huge consequences. No one else shares my guilt. No one else shares my despair. No one else shares my penalty. Sin is real. The results of sin are real. Both Peter and Judas sinned against Jesus personally. Both of them sinned against Jesus publicly. Both of them felt great remorse and shame and despair. But Peter knew Christ enough—had the grace to return to Jesus—and receive forgiveness. For Judas there was no faith that Jesus would forgive and receive. There was no returning. There was only death.
Application: Repentance is a repetitive act of faith in returning to the Lord Jesus Christ for acceptance and forgiveness. Repentance does not erase the sin, but Jesus covers the sin. Repentance does not remove the consequences, but Jesus provides Himself through the consequences. Repentance does not apply to anyone but myself. The opposite of repentance is remorse—grief over having to suffer the consequences apart from the faith to return to Christ humiliated and stricken. Repetitive repentance grows and demonstrates faith. Peter chose repentance. Judas chose remorse. It is the appeal to man for acceptance and removal of consequences that hinders faith and brings destruction.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Consumed
Have you ever been so consumed with a thought, or a problem, or a person that you struggled to get something, anything, done? That is an annoyance of the human condition--to be overcome, emotionally, and struggle to get free. As I read today's Scripture, I couldn't help but think that this woman was consumed with thoughts of Jesus and a driving passion to love and honor Him. And, no, in this case, its was not an annoyance, but a God-directed prompting that could not be put aside.
Matthew 26:6-35
v. 10: But Jesus, aware of this, said to them, “Why do you bother the woman? For she has done a good deed to Me.”
Observation: The woman who anointed Jesus with the costly perfume did it because she loved Jesus. Her thoughts were no doubt consumed with Jesus and she could not think of anything less. She could not do the next thing until she had expressed her love for Jesus.
Application: How often am I so consumed with love for Jesus that I must do something to serve Him? How often am I so burdened to do something, anything, for Jesus that I can do nothing else until that has been accomplished? Is my life characterized by Jesus-centered words and actions? No. Too often it is full of self: self-focused thoughts, self-focused actions, self-focused plans and agendas. How does this change? Jesus said, "Ask and you shall receive" (Matthew 7:7).
So, is it simply in the asking that God will grant my request? Yes, if it is aligned with His will (1 John 5:14). I know it is because I have the assurance of His Word that He wants me to love Him with all my mind, soul, and strength (Matthew 22:37-38). So, I'm asking. God, will You change my focus, my thoughts, my goals, my words until You are at the center—the only One at the center--and I am peripheral. If I were simply the tool, the vessel, the conduit withYou as the content— the way You've always intended—what a different life it would be…. To make Christ seen, known, preeminent. Be the center, Lord, be my passion.
Matthew 26:6-35
v. 10: But Jesus, aware of this, said to them, “Why do you bother the woman? For she has done a good deed to Me.”
Observation: The woman who anointed Jesus with the costly perfume did it because she loved Jesus. Her thoughts were no doubt consumed with Jesus and she could not think of anything less. She could not do the next thing until she had expressed her love for Jesus.
Application: How often am I so consumed with love for Jesus that I must do something to serve Him? How often am I so burdened to do something, anything, for Jesus that I can do nothing else until that has been accomplished? Is my life characterized by Jesus-centered words and actions? No. Too often it is full of self: self-focused thoughts, self-focused actions, self-focused plans and agendas. How does this change? Jesus said, "Ask and you shall receive" (Matthew 7:7).
So, is it simply in the asking that God will grant my request? Yes, if it is aligned with His will (1 John 5:14). I know it is because I have the assurance of His Word that He wants me to love Him with all my mind, soul, and strength (Matthew 22:37-38). So, I'm asking. God, will You change my focus, my thoughts, my goals, my words until You are at the center—the only One at the center--and I am peripheral. If I were simply the tool, the vessel, the conduit withYou as the content— the way You've always intended—what a different life it would be…. To make Christ seen, known, preeminent. Be the center, Lord, be my passion.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Exposure: A Heresy of the Heart
A number of years ago my husband and I attended a teen's funeral. With a heightened awareness of the pain and suffering in that sanctuary, my anger was aroused as the person in charge laid out one lie after another. At one point I turned to my husband and whispered, "If this goes on much longer, you are going to have to restrain me." It took all I had not to stand up and shout, "Heresy! Heresy! They're lies! All lies!"
That said, this morning I discovered heresy in my heart. In an effort to better steward this earthly vessel, I am working my way through the First Place 4 Health Bible studies. I picked up the book, "Giving Christ First Place" on the recommendation of a pastor's wife and was blessed with a 43-pound loss a few years ago. Sadly, weight sneaks back, and before I lose complete control, I'm on to another of their studies. This morning I discovered an insidious thought pattern as I looked at Ephesians 6--the armor of God.
"Identify an area where you have relied on the world's philosophies and psychology in a vain attempt to overcome the spiritual forces that wage war against your soul..." (Daily Victory, Daily Joy p. 63). It didn't take much prayer to recall that yesterday--after completing much of my to-do list, exercising and eating responsibly--I indulged in strawberry milk and animal crackers while running errands. That may not be your definition of gluttony--and it wasn't even a dark sin I snuck off in the corner to commit, but it was outside my allowance for the day. God and I knew it. My accountability partner, Sara, knows it. But God wasn't finished. It was more than the act, it was the thought behind the act.
What was I thinking? "Because I have done this: ___________; I deserve this: ______________." Look back: because I had completed much of my to-do list, exercised, and eaten responsibly I could now celebrate with 550 "free" calories. WOO.....hoo.
But, you might argue, that's just positive reinforcement and performance management. There's nothing wrong with rewarding yourself, la da da da da. And that's what I've told myself, too--until today. Once I wrote my thoughts on paper I saw their duplicity. Do I really think that because I've done something right so-many-times-in-a-row I deserve to sin? Does God really say, "You've been such a good girl, you're entitled to some fun. Go dabble in your favorite sin and come back when you're ready"? Not. The biblical model is to keep doing right, not to grow weary in doing good, to rejoice in God and His righteousness. There is no comfort in sin. There is no peace or satisfaction or accomplishment. "This is a trustworthy saying. And I want you to stress these things, so that those who have trusted in God may be careful to devote themselves to doing what is good. These things are excellent and profitable for everyone. " (Titus 3:8).
We would all agree that God doesn't give out sin-tickets for good behavior, but I have found that I live as if He does (or at least I pretend He does). How different my life would be if I didn't justify bad behavior based on good behavior. And how important it is to know God wholly, truly, reverently; living in constant dependence. And, as the verse on this site reminds me frequently--refreshment follows repentance. Praise God for revealing heresy--from what I hear, it's a lifelong process.
That said, this morning I discovered heresy in my heart. In an effort to better steward this earthly vessel, I am working my way through the First Place 4 Health Bible studies. I picked up the book, "Giving Christ First Place" on the recommendation of a pastor's wife and was blessed with a 43-pound loss a few years ago. Sadly, weight sneaks back, and before I lose complete control, I'm on to another of their studies. This morning I discovered an insidious thought pattern as I looked at Ephesians 6--the armor of God.
"Identify an area where you have relied on the world's philosophies and psychology in a vain attempt to overcome the spiritual forces that wage war against your soul..." (Daily Victory, Daily Joy p. 63). It didn't take much prayer to recall that yesterday--after completing much of my to-do list, exercising and eating responsibly--I indulged in strawberry milk and animal crackers while running errands. That may not be your definition of gluttony--and it wasn't even a dark sin I snuck off in the corner to commit, but it was outside my allowance for the day. God and I knew it. My accountability partner, Sara, knows it. But God wasn't finished. It was more than the act, it was the thought behind the act.
What was I thinking? "Because I have done this: ___________; I deserve this: ______________." Look back: because I had completed much of my to-do list, exercised, and eaten responsibly I could now celebrate with 550 "free" calories. WOO.....hoo.
But, you might argue, that's just positive reinforcement and performance management. There's nothing wrong with rewarding yourself, la da da da da. And that's what I've told myself, too--until today. Once I wrote my thoughts on paper I saw their duplicity. Do I really think that because I've done something right so-many-times-in-a-row I deserve to sin? Does God really say, "You've been such a good girl, you're entitled to some fun. Go dabble in your favorite sin and come back when you're ready"? Not. The biblical model is to keep doing right, not to grow weary in doing good, to rejoice in God and His righteousness. There is no comfort in sin. There is no peace or satisfaction or accomplishment. "This is a trustworthy saying. And I want you to stress these things, so that those who have trusted in God may be careful to devote themselves to doing what is good. These things are excellent and profitable for everyone. " (Titus 3:8).
We would all agree that God doesn't give out sin-tickets for good behavior, but I have found that I live as if He does (or at least I pretend He does). How different my life would be if I didn't justify bad behavior based on good behavior. And how important it is to know God wholly, truly, reverently; living in constant dependence. And, as the verse on this site reminds me frequently--refreshment follows repentance. Praise God for revealing heresy--from what I hear, it's a lifelong process.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Whose Party is This?!
Matthew 22
v. 3-5, 11-12: And [the King] sent out his slaves to call those who had been invited to the wedding feast, and they were unwilling to come. Again he sent out other slaves saying, “Tell those who have been invited, ‘Behold, I have prepared my dinner; my oxen, and my fattened livestock are all butchered and everything is ready; come to the wedding feast.’” But they paid no attention and went their way, one to his own farm, another to his business….
But when the king came in to look over the dinner guests, he saw a man there who was not dressed in wedding clothes, and he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you come in here without wedding clothes?” And the man was speechless.
Observation: The King was ready. The feast was ready. The invitation was given. The people had other plans. Then when clothes were provided, the guest expressed his own personal preference—he did not submit himself to wearing what the King provided.
Application: I understand that the "call" of the King is the call to repentance--but I remain God's subject even after I've received His invitation. How many times do I have “other plans” when it comes to obedience to God? God says, “Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy.” But I have other plans. God says, “Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, you are not your own, you were bought at a price, therefore honor God with your body.” But I have other plans. God says, “Wives, submit to your husband in everything.” But He doesn’t really mean that, does He? Not everything? I have other plans.
There was one man who was willing to change His plans and come to the King. He put aside his own agenda to celebrate with the King in His household—but his other plan was to wear his own clothes. So, I come to God, I eat His food (by reading the Bible), I spend time with His people, I enjoy the sights and sounds of His kingdom, but I don’t like His taste when it comes to my personal choices and ministry. I’d rather do it my way than His. The rest of them can do whatever…but I’m going to teach Sunday school this way….or I’m going to worship this way…or I’m going to create this fabulous new program…. And God? Where did God’s plan go?
“Then the king said to the servants, ‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ For Many are called, but few are chosen.” (v. 13-14)
Only God’s plan. Only God’s way….
v. 3-5, 11-12: And [the King] sent out his slaves to call those who had been invited to the wedding feast, and they were unwilling to come. Again he sent out other slaves saying, “Tell those who have been invited, ‘Behold, I have prepared my dinner; my oxen, and my fattened livestock are all butchered and everything is ready; come to the wedding feast.’” But they paid no attention and went their way, one to his own farm, another to his business….
But when the king came in to look over the dinner guests, he saw a man there who was not dressed in wedding clothes, and he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you come in here without wedding clothes?” And the man was speechless.
Observation: The King was ready. The feast was ready. The invitation was given. The people had other plans. Then when clothes were provided, the guest expressed his own personal preference—he did not submit himself to wearing what the King provided.
Application: I understand that the "call" of the King is the call to repentance--but I remain God's subject even after I've received His invitation. How many times do I have “other plans” when it comes to obedience to God? God says, “Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy.” But I have other plans. God says, “Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, you are not your own, you were bought at a price, therefore honor God with your body.” But I have other plans. God says, “Wives, submit to your husband in everything.” But He doesn’t really mean that, does He? Not everything? I have other plans.
There was one man who was willing to change His plans and come to the King. He put aside his own agenda to celebrate with the King in His household—but his other plan was to wear his own clothes. So, I come to God, I eat His food (by reading the Bible), I spend time with His people, I enjoy the sights and sounds of His kingdom, but I don’t like His taste when it comes to my personal choices and ministry. I’d rather do it my way than His. The rest of them can do whatever…but I’m going to teach Sunday school this way….or I’m going to worship this way…or I’m going to create this fabulous new program…. And God? Where did God’s plan go?
“Then the king said to the servants, ‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ For Many are called, but few are chosen.” (v. 13-14)
Only God’s plan. Only God’s way….
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Give Me!... Please?
Matthew 20
v. 26b-28: …whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you shall be your slave; just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve and to give His life a ransom for many.
Observation: The early laborers to the vineyard had—they had a denarius, they had had a full day’s work—but they wanted more in comparison to the other workers (v. 12). James and John had—they had front row seats to Jesus, they had an eternal kingdom ahead—but they wanted more in comparison to the other disciples (v. 20-24). The blind men had—they had life and were somehow getting by—but they wanted more. They wanted their sight.
In the middle of everyone’s desire for what they didn’t have, Jesus foretold His betrayal, abuse, and death. He was painfully clear about who would be involved and what would happen, but there is no recorded response. The text seems to beg, “Really, Jesus? Are you sure you have that right? You must be mistaken.” There was no recognition of His gift; of His deity; of His lovingkindness from those who surrounded him daily.
Looking more closely at those who wanted more, the laborers felt entitled. They had worked longer. They “grumbled at the landowner.” (v. 11). Good thing I never grumble.
James and John appear to have recruited their mother to help ask Jesus for special treatment. They said, “we are able” to do whatever is asked in exchange for the honor of sitting at your right and left hand. The workers and disciples felt entitled to special treatment from God. Their words and actions reveal that, because of their labor, God was now under obligation to treat them accordingly.
But God is not under obligation to any man. He is God. “Is it not lawful for me to do what I wish with what is my own? Or is your eye envious because I am generous?” (v. 15).
The blind men, on the other hand, cried out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” They recognized that Jesus may or may not grant their request. They had nothing to offer in return. God’s mercy would be extended or withheld at the discretion of the Master. It was not in the getting that they recognized Jesus’ lordship, it was already His. They laid their pitiful voices and humility at the feet of Jesus. And He healed them.
Application: How do I come to Jesus? Do I come expecting to receive more in comparison to others because of some special service or sacrifice? Or do I recognize Him for who He is—the Son of Man, the representative of man, the gift given to redeem man? When I demand more, when I grumble, when I expect better treatment do I stop to look at Jesus? The One who was delivered to the chief priests and scribes who condemned him to death? Who was then handed Him over to the Gentiles to mock and scourge and crucify? And who, on the third day, was raised up? (v. 18-19).
What did I want again? I think I just forgot.
v. 26b-28: …whoever wishes to become great among you shall be your servant, and whoever wishes to be first among you shall be your slave; just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve and to give His life a ransom for many.
Observation: The early laborers to the vineyard had—they had a denarius, they had had a full day’s work—but they wanted more in comparison to the other workers (v. 12). James and John had—they had front row seats to Jesus, they had an eternal kingdom ahead—but they wanted more in comparison to the other disciples (v. 20-24). The blind men had—they had life and were somehow getting by—but they wanted more. They wanted their sight.
In the middle of everyone’s desire for what they didn’t have, Jesus foretold His betrayal, abuse, and death. He was painfully clear about who would be involved and what would happen, but there is no recorded response. The text seems to beg, “Really, Jesus? Are you sure you have that right? You must be mistaken.” There was no recognition of His gift; of His deity; of His lovingkindness from those who surrounded him daily.
Looking more closely at those who wanted more, the laborers felt entitled. They had worked longer. They “grumbled at the landowner.” (v. 11). Good thing I never grumble.
James and John appear to have recruited their mother to help ask Jesus for special treatment. They said, “we are able” to do whatever is asked in exchange for the honor of sitting at your right and left hand. The workers and disciples felt entitled to special treatment from God. Their words and actions reveal that, because of their labor, God was now under obligation to treat them accordingly.
But God is not under obligation to any man. He is God. “Is it not lawful for me to do what I wish with what is my own? Or is your eye envious because I am generous?” (v. 15).
The blind men, on the other hand, cried out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!” They recognized that Jesus may or may not grant their request. They had nothing to offer in return. God’s mercy would be extended or withheld at the discretion of the Master. It was not in the getting that they recognized Jesus’ lordship, it was already His. They laid their pitiful voices and humility at the feet of Jesus. And He healed them.
Application: How do I come to Jesus? Do I come expecting to receive more in comparison to others because of some special service or sacrifice? Or do I recognize Him for who He is—the Son of Man, the representative of man, the gift given to redeem man? When I demand more, when I grumble, when I expect better treatment do I stop to look at Jesus? The One who was delivered to the chief priests and scribes who condemned him to death? Who was then handed Him over to the Gentiles to mock and scourge and crucify? And who, on the third day, was raised up? (v. 18-19).
What did I want again? I think I just forgot.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Mission Impossible
Matthew 19:1-30
Observation: Marriage, children, money, sacrifice—all of these things Jesus valued differently than men. When Jesus described God’s ideal for marriage, the disciples answered, “If the relationship of the man with his wife is like this, it is better not to marry.” Jesus values life-long commitment.
When children were brought for His blessing, the disciples rebuked them. Jesus welcomed them. Jesus values children.
When the ruler attested that he had kept the 10 commandments, Jesus compared his affection for people with his affection for riches. Jesus values people.
When the disciples questioned the value of their earthly sacrifice in comparison with the rich young ruler, Jesus assured them of His generosity. Jesus values sacrifice.
Application: All of these are impossible. It is impossible for a married couple to live as one entity for a lifetime. It is impossible to value children over and above the demands of life. It impossible to value people more than riches. It is impossible to live a life of sacrifice and service…without Jesus.
In and of myself I will value those things that meet my desires, that quench my thirst—even temporarily. But with Jesus’ indwelling character, I will surrender my desires to be unified with my mate. With Jesus’ help, I will value and bless children, not push them aside or make them wait until a more convenient time. Through Jesus I will see the value in others and willingly give from my abundance to serve those in need. And because of Jesus, I will not measure today’s sacrifice against the riches of another. I will count it all loss to in light of gaining Christ and His righteousness (Philippians 3:8). My values? His values? Today I will ask for opportunities to live out the impossible.
Observation: Marriage, children, money, sacrifice—all of these things Jesus valued differently than men. When Jesus described God’s ideal for marriage, the disciples answered, “If the relationship of the man with his wife is like this, it is better not to marry.” Jesus values life-long commitment.
When children were brought for His blessing, the disciples rebuked them. Jesus welcomed them. Jesus values children.
When the ruler attested that he had kept the 10 commandments, Jesus compared his affection for people with his affection for riches. Jesus values people.
When the disciples questioned the value of their earthly sacrifice in comparison with the rich young ruler, Jesus assured them of His generosity. Jesus values sacrifice.
Application: All of these are impossible. It is impossible for a married couple to live as one entity for a lifetime. It is impossible to value children over and above the demands of life. It impossible to value people more than riches. It is impossible to live a life of sacrifice and service…without Jesus.
In and of myself I will value those things that meet my desires, that quench my thirst—even temporarily. But with Jesus’ indwelling character, I will surrender my desires to be unified with my mate. With Jesus’ help, I will value and bless children, not push them aside or make them wait until a more convenient time. Through Jesus I will see the value in others and willingly give from my abundance to serve those in need. And because of Jesus, I will not measure today’s sacrifice against the riches of another. I will count it all loss to in light of gaining Christ and His righteousness (Philippians 3:8). My values? His values? Today I will ask for opportunities to live out the impossible.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Evangelism and a Cow
I woke to Bubby's bellow outside my window at 5:00 this morning. Again, David and I jumped out of bed and found our way outside in the dark. Bubby stayed where he was as I went to him, rubbed his head, and visited quietly with him. Then, as I called him and walked toward the pasture, he followed. This time he went with only a little hesitation--no balking.
As I made coffee to start my morning the old-fashioned, traditional way, I reflected on Bubby and the similarities with community friends and students at Friday night's football game. This last week, Bubby escaped repeatedly. We have fixed the fence in numerous ways, kenneled him in the barn, and made sure his needs are provided. He keeps walking out of the pasture (yes, we installed an electric fence). Friday night I had the opportunity to see and spend time with a number of the students and parents I worked with at the high school last year. So many of them have pains, anxieties, and frustrations that weigh them down. No one is able to adequately calm their hearts or provide peace. But when I can come alongside them repeatedly, I have the opportunity to build a sense of trust.
God is the One who throws the lasso and allows the pressure, but I can come alongside them with kindness, reassurance, and truth. It is not a one-time interaction. As I have the opportunity to present Christ, they balk and shake their heads. Over time they watch, they listen, they wonder. And God works. I am not the cow-whisperer. I am not the people-whisperer. But I can speak truth, and love, and grace for it is mine to share and offer. The pasture is a wonderful place. It is the best place. But until others see the goodness of God and He gives them the faith to trust, I will continue to walk alongside, to love, and speak truth. And I have hope because the Head Roper and I are on the same team.
"Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God. And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God." (2 Corinthians 4:1-15)
As I made coffee to start my morning the old-fashioned, traditional way, I reflected on Bubby and the similarities with community friends and students at Friday night's football game. This last week, Bubby escaped repeatedly. We have fixed the fence in numerous ways, kenneled him in the barn, and made sure his needs are provided. He keeps walking out of the pasture (yes, we installed an electric fence). Friday night I had the opportunity to see and spend time with a number of the students and parents I worked with at the high school last year. So many of them have pains, anxieties, and frustrations that weigh them down. No one is able to adequately calm their hearts or provide peace. But when I can come alongside them repeatedly, I have the opportunity to build a sense of trust.
God is the One who throws the lasso and allows the pressure, but I can come alongside them with kindness, reassurance, and truth. It is not a one-time interaction. As I have the opportunity to present Christ, they balk and shake their heads. Over time they watch, they listen, they wonder. And God works. I am not the cow-whisperer. I am not the people-whisperer. But I can speak truth, and love, and grace for it is mine to share and offer. The pasture is a wonderful place. It is the best place. But until others see the goodness of God and He gives them the faith to trust, I will continue to walk alongside, to love, and speak truth. And I have hope because the Head Roper and I are on the same team.
"Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God. And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." With that same spirit of faith we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you in his presence. All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God." (2 Corinthians 4:1-15)
Friday, September 17, 2010
The Cow Whisperer--or Not
The phone rang at 2:30 a.m. David, my husband, answered and after a brief conversation hurried out of bed and into his clothes.
"Who was that?"
"The sheriff. Bubby's out," he answered.
"Oh, no..."
Earlier (6:30-a.m.-earlier) that same day the neighbor had pulled into our driveway in his red truck to let us know our cow was in his backyard. After losing our dog, Pretty, to a car accident last week, I shuddered to think of 600-pound Bubby on the highway....(see http://www.getrealfarmlife.blogspot.com/).
I walked across the pasture toward the neighbors calling his name. When he heard my voice, he picked his head up from the grass and looked at me, framed by evergreens. It was precious. He jumped in the air and ran down the fence line. I ran alongside him, then walked him the rest of the way home. After a lovely bite of flowers, he allowed David and I to herd him back through the gate. "You're the Cow Whisperer," David commented in awe. I was proud. It had been so easy to call Bubby and walk him home.
There was no apparent hole in the fence. "Maybe Hoover is missing Pretty and decided to take Bubby out on his morning walk," our daughter, Laura, suggested. Hoover, our other retriever, has been quite lonely lately. What a perfect solution!
Now, this call at 2:30 a.m. I won't go into all the gory details, but suffice it to say that the "Cow Whisperer" lost her title. We searched. We found. We lassoed. We lost. We chased. We cajoled. We pushed (thankfully he hasn't learned to kick yet--but there are some unpleasantries associated with pushing an uncooperative cow from behind). At one point I had the lasso around my waist in an effort to anchor him. When he took off running, the rope pulled taut around my middle and my foot tangled in the tail-end. I hit the ground sliding. Praise the Lord for a husband who threw himself on the rope and kept me from trailing through the soybean field behind a mad cow!
David cinched the lasso close and applied the "Lasso Rule:" when you pull away or go the wrong direction, your wind pipe will suffer and there is pain; when you come near and go the right direction, there is relief.
What spiritual applications did I learn?
- Pride goes before a fall. God is the One who allowed Bubby to come home so easily that first morning. I regretted my pride and gloating "before the cock crowed" the next day.
- Sometimes in our Christian walk, we are quick to follow Jesus--we're so excited to see Him that we'll go anywhere just to walk by His side. It should always be like that.
- There are times, however, when we choose to go our own way and wander outside the protection He's provided. He then applies "life's lasso." It chokes us when we turn away and relieves us as we stay close by His side.
You can read this and walk away. I, unfortunately, am still limping a bit and nursing my bruised hip. Praise God for real reminders of His loving care, His constant nature, and His patient work!
"Who was that?"
"The sheriff. Bubby's out," he answered.
"Oh, no..."
Earlier (6:30-a.m.-earlier) that same day the neighbor had pulled into our driveway in his red truck to let us know our cow was in his backyard. After losing our dog, Pretty, to a car accident last week, I shuddered to think of 600-pound Bubby on the highway....(see http://www.getrealfarmlife.blogspot.com/).
I walked across the pasture toward the neighbors calling his name. When he heard my voice, he picked his head up from the grass and looked at me, framed by evergreens. It was precious. He jumped in the air and ran down the fence line. I ran alongside him, then walked him the rest of the way home. After a lovely bite of flowers, he allowed David and I to herd him back through the gate. "You're the Cow Whisperer," David commented in awe. I was proud. It had been so easy to call Bubby and walk him home.
There was no apparent hole in the fence. "Maybe Hoover is missing Pretty and decided to take Bubby out on his morning walk," our daughter, Laura, suggested. Hoover, our other retriever, has been quite lonely lately. What a perfect solution!
Now, this call at 2:30 a.m. I won't go into all the gory details, but suffice it to say that the "Cow Whisperer" lost her title. We searched. We found. We lassoed. We lost. We chased. We cajoled. We pushed (thankfully he hasn't learned to kick yet--but there are some unpleasantries associated with pushing an uncooperative cow from behind). At one point I had the lasso around my waist in an effort to anchor him. When he took off running, the rope pulled taut around my middle and my foot tangled in the tail-end. I hit the ground sliding. Praise the Lord for a husband who threw himself on the rope and kept me from trailing through the soybean field behind a mad cow!
David cinched the lasso close and applied the "Lasso Rule:" when you pull away or go the wrong direction, your wind pipe will suffer and there is pain; when you come near and go the right direction, there is relief.
What spiritual applications did I learn?
- Pride goes before a fall. God is the One who allowed Bubby to come home so easily that first morning. I regretted my pride and gloating "before the cock crowed" the next day.
- Sometimes in our Christian walk, we are quick to follow Jesus--we're so excited to see Him that we'll go anywhere just to walk by His side. It should always be like that.
- There are times, however, when we choose to go our own way and wander outside the protection He's provided. He then applies "life's lasso." It chokes us when we turn away and relieves us as we stay close by His side.
You can read this and walk away. I, unfortunately, am still limping a bit and nursing my bruised hip. Praise God for real reminders of His loving care, His constant nature, and His patient work!
Monday, September 13, 2010
This Rolling Stone...
I received a phone call from a dear friend this afternoon who opened our conversation by asking, "How busy are you?" Oh, boy. My mind raced through a list of to-do's as I caught my breath.
"Too busy," I admitted.
"How are you handling it?" she asked. Now, with some people this is an up-front question. Knowing her, it was a trick question. She loves me enough to be honest. Bluffing was out of the question. Fortunately, God and I had already had this discussion today.
"I'm handling it one moment at a time. There's too much to do. So I told the Lord that if He would prompt and direct me, with His help, I'll be obedient."
"Do you have time for me?"
"This is as good a prompting as I'll get," and a pleasant one, too, I said to myself.
By the time we finished our conversation and hung up the phone, God had blessed me abundantly. She shared how God is working in her life, where she's struggling, and as she preached to herself, she spoke to my almost-harried heart.
God knows the demands of each hour and each day. He knows the calling He has on our lives. I can honestly say that the responsibilities I have taken on are God-given. I am practicing the art of saying no to those people and things I would say yes to simply as a courtesy or because of other's expectations. The things on my plate are personal callings from God, but there is no physical, earthly way to accomplish them (need I add: to do them the way I think they should be done?). Somehow, God does.
So, for tonight's young adult barbecue, my kitchen floor may not be spotless, the cobweb may still be in the windowsill, I will no doubt have a pile of copies to make for Good News Club sitting on the dining room table. But if God gives sweetness of fellowship and honoring words from our hearts, then it doesn't have to be done to my specifications, does it? It is the Spirit who burdens, the Father who provides, and the Son who bridges the gap. In the incomplete moment of this day, there is no moss gathering on these heavenly treasures... God keeps moving me along. Praise Him, praise Him!
"Too busy," I admitted.
"How are you handling it?" she asked. Now, with some people this is an up-front question. Knowing her, it was a trick question. She loves me enough to be honest. Bluffing was out of the question. Fortunately, God and I had already had this discussion today.
"I'm handling it one moment at a time. There's too much to do. So I told the Lord that if He would prompt and direct me, with His help, I'll be obedient."
"Do you have time for me?"
"This is as good a prompting as I'll get," and a pleasant one, too, I said to myself.
By the time we finished our conversation and hung up the phone, God had blessed me abundantly. She shared how God is working in her life, where she's struggling, and as she preached to herself, she spoke to my almost-harried heart.
God knows the demands of each hour and each day. He knows the calling He has on our lives. I can honestly say that the responsibilities I have taken on are God-given. I am practicing the art of saying no to those people and things I would say yes to simply as a courtesy or because of other's expectations. The things on my plate are personal callings from God, but there is no physical, earthly way to accomplish them (need I add: to do them the way I think they should be done?). Somehow, God does.
So, for tonight's young adult barbecue, my kitchen floor may not be spotless, the cobweb may still be in the windowsill, I will no doubt have a pile of copies to make for Good News Club sitting on the dining room table. But if God gives sweetness of fellowship and honoring words from our hearts, then it doesn't have to be done to my specifications, does it? It is the Spirit who burdens, the Father who provides, and the Son who bridges the gap. In the incomplete moment of this day, there is no moss gathering on these heavenly treasures... God keeps moving me along. Praise Him, praise Him!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Procrastination and A Heavy Burden
So, yes, at this moment---while you think I am writing to encourage you--I am actually procrastinating. Perhaps there will be a blessing for you in my personal procrastination. I should be walking on the treadmill, but I was feeling weary and weighed down. My usual speed was too fast, my attention drawn elsewhere. The weighted vest I wear seemed extraordinarily heavy.
As I sat here at the dining room table typing on my laptop yesterday, there was an interruption in the traffic outside. I ran out in my grey shorts, t-shirt, and bare feet to see cars stopped and our old golden retriever lying in the road. God bless the fellow that stopped to help. I ran through the house to get shoes, then out to the barn where I prayed for something to move her (she must have weighed 100 lbs, even with her ribs on the surface--yes, she was old). There was a slatted wooden fence piece nearby which I grabbed and carried back to the road.
Traffic was moving as the gentleman stood over Pretty, our dog, directing cars this way and that. What a beautiful picture of the Holy Spirit. When crisis strikes and we are wounded, the rest of the world moves on--but there was one who stopped, intervened, and helped me carry Pretty to the shade of a nearby tree where she and I waited for my husband to take her into the veterinarian. She was given an injection. It was all very peaceful. Her only yelp was at the moment of impact.
Needing a physical outlet, I found my way outside and pruned roses until our girls arrived home on the school bus. Now I'm a little tired and sore. And not wanting to wear this weighted vest and walk my four miles.
In all of this, I was reminded of what I read earlier this week and stopped walking to share it with you: "Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:29-30) What a great exchange--my burden for His. His burden for mine.
My burden: loss, the desire to please, the want to fix things and change circumstances. His burden: to please the Father, to trust the Father with all circumstances and things, to walk in obedience. What a deal. I give Him my sense of loss, the burden of unnecessary responsibility and cares. He gives me the ability to trust, rest, and obey. That makes life much more bearable. Peaceful. Joyful. Free.
So what do I do with heavy vest? Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow....
As I sat here at the dining room table typing on my laptop yesterday, there was an interruption in the traffic outside. I ran out in my grey shorts, t-shirt, and bare feet to see cars stopped and our old golden retriever lying in the road. God bless the fellow that stopped to help. I ran through the house to get shoes, then out to the barn where I prayed for something to move her (she must have weighed 100 lbs, even with her ribs on the surface--yes, she was old). There was a slatted wooden fence piece nearby which I grabbed and carried back to the road.
Traffic was moving as the gentleman stood over Pretty, our dog, directing cars this way and that. What a beautiful picture of the Holy Spirit. When crisis strikes and we are wounded, the rest of the world moves on--but there was one who stopped, intervened, and helped me carry Pretty to the shade of a nearby tree where she and I waited for my husband to take her into the veterinarian. She was given an injection. It was all very peaceful. Her only yelp was at the moment of impact.
Needing a physical outlet, I found my way outside and pruned roses until our girls arrived home on the school bus. Now I'm a little tired and sore. And not wanting to wear this weighted vest and walk my four miles.
In all of this, I was reminded of what I read earlier this week and stopped walking to share it with you: "Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” (Matthew 11:29-30) What a great exchange--my burden for His. His burden for mine.
My burden: loss, the desire to please, the want to fix things and change circumstances. His burden: to please the Father, to trust the Father with all circumstances and things, to walk in obedience. What a deal. I give Him my sense of loss, the burden of unnecessary responsibility and cares. He gives me the ability to trust, rest, and obey. That makes life much more bearable. Peaceful. Joyful. Free.
So what do I do with heavy vest? Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow....
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Jesus vs. Me
Passage: Matthew 12: 1-29
V. 15b-21: Many followed Him, and He healed them all, and warned them not to tell who He was. This was to fulfill what was spoken through Isaiah, the prophet: “Behold, My Servant whom I have chosen; My Beloved in whom My soul is well-pleased; I will put My spirit upon Him, and He shall proclaim justice to the Gentiles. He will not quarrel, nor cry out; nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets. A battered reed He will not break off, and a smoldering wick He will not put out, until He leads justice to victory. And in His name the Gentiles will hope.”
Observation: In sharing this O.T. prophecy we see the nature of Christ in a few words: He is God’s servant, He is loved of God, He is the Chosen One, He pleases God first and foremost, He announces justice, He seeks peace, He does not draw attention to Himself, He is gentle and merciful, He is patient, He is trustworthy.
Application: I can know that Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He continues to serve the Father, to be loved. He is the Chosen One who pleases God first. He makes known the way of justice. He seeks peace. He does not draw attention to Himself, but gently and mercifully cares for that which is losing hope. He continues to patiently wait for His time to lead in justice and victory. He is worthy of our trust.
I can take heart that, as one who is called to be His imitator, this is His calling on my life. I am called to be God’s servant—not my own master, not the servant of my own desires and whims. Through Jesus Christ, I am loved and chosen. I am free to seek His agenda and His will because my own agenda and will are base, temporal, fleeting. Because of His love and choice, I have the freedom and authority to accomplish His purposes. I am not called to quarrel against those who would disagree. It is not my place to cry out. I am not called to draw attention to myself and put myself in the limelight. I am simply called to minister mercy and grace to the hurting, the lost, and those losing hope. In reaching out to those in need, I will patiently wait for His victory and justice, holding out that same hope to others.
So how am I doing? Not well. My flesh does not want to rest in being chosen, but wants to strive for importance. As a matter of fact, it does not want to be chosen at all—it wants to choose “for itself” (no pride there?). My flesh wants to be the one to love, not the one who is loved (again, I want the control). My flesh wants to please me, not Him. It does not want to proclaim justice; it wants to create justice (Clint Eastwood style!). My flesh wants to cry out, to quarrel, and to draw attention to the misdeeds of the world, of circumstance, of sinful man. It wants to hold center stage—now and always. It does not want to flubber over a smoldering wick or apply mercy to a broken reed. It wants victory NOW. It wants confidence and assurance NOW.
Wow. Good thing I’m reading God’s Word. It’s so not who I am. But by God’s grace, and by His Spirit, He will do the work as I submit. Whew. Praise God who gives the victory! Salvation is not a moment of faith; it is a lifetime of faith.
V. 15b-21: Many followed Him, and He healed them all, and warned them not to tell who He was. This was to fulfill what was spoken through Isaiah, the prophet: “Behold, My Servant whom I have chosen; My Beloved in whom My soul is well-pleased; I will put My spirit upon Him, and He shall proclaim justice to the Gentiles. He will not quarrel, nor cry out; nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets. A battered reed He will not break off, and a smoldering wick He will not put out, until He leads justice to victory. And in His name the Gentiles will hope.”
Observation: In sharing this O.T. prophecy we see the nature of Christ in a few words: He is God’s servant, He is loved of God, He is the Chosen One, He pleases God first and foremost, He announces justice, He seeks peace, He does not draw attention to Himself, He is gentle and merciful, He is patient, He is trustworthy.
Application: I can know that Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He continues to serve the Father, to be loved. He is the Chosen One who pleases God first. He makes known the way of justice. He seeks peace. He does not draw attention to Himself, but gently and mercifully cares for that which is losing hope. He continues to patiently wait for His time to lead in justice and victory. He is worthy of our trust.
I can take heart that, as one who is called to be His imitator, this is His calling on my life. I am called to be God’s servant—not my own master, not the servant of my own desires and whims. Through Jesus Christ, I am loved and chosen. I am free to seek His agenda and His will because my own agenda and will are base, temporal, fleeting. Because of His love and choice, I have the freedom and authority to accomplish His purposes. I am not called to quarrel against those who would disagree. It is not my place to cry out. I am not called to draw attention to myself and put myself in the limelight. I am simply called to minister mercy and grace to the hurting, the lost, and those losing hope. In reaching out to those in need, I will patiently wait for His victory and justice, holding out that same hope to others.
So how am I doing? Not well. My flesh does not want to rest in being chosen, but wants to strive for importance. As a matter of fact, it does not want to be chosen at all—it wants to choose “for itself” (no pride there?). My flesh wants to be the one to love, not the one who is loved (again, I want the control). My flesh wants to please me, not Him. It does not want to proclaim justice; it wants to create justice (Clint Eastwood style!). My flesh wants to cry out, to quarrel, and to draw attention to the misdeeds of the world, of circumstance, of sinful man. It wants to hold center stage—now and always. It does not want to flubber over a smoldering wick or apply mercy to a broken reed. It wants victory NOW. It wants confidence and assurance NOW.
Wow. Good thing I’m reading God’s Word. It’s so not who I am. But by God’s grace, and by His Spirit, He will do the work as I submit. Whew. Praise God who gives the victory! Salvation is not a moment of faith; it is a lifetime of faith.
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