you once asked me, with a hint of frustration, what you were good at. If I could only answer that in but a simple sentence but I cannot. The book I would have to write to explain all the things that you do would be immense. It is not about being good but in your case you exceed those boundaries and for that reason I cannot fully put into words the depths of your mastery nor the breadth of your intuition. But perhaps it has never been about the goodness of something but rather the journey we take along the way.
When you drifted off to sleep the other night I was wide awake. I heard the deep melody of your breathing and I was jealous. My heart was still racing still clanging around trying to catch my thoughts as they drove flatout foot on the gas pedal. so many what-ifs and careening plotlines filled the spaces between my ears I can still hear your quiet snores wishing I could join you there. but it was not to be too many thoughts too many heartsick fears all bottled up longing to be let out of their cages so for ages and ages I just lay here listening to you sleep.
“…The Lord is near to all who call on Him, to all who call on Him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear Him; he hears their cry and saves them. The Lord watches over all who love Him…” Psalm 145:18-20 (NIV)
A few years ago I had the tremendous opportunity to serve on an emergency disaster team that went to Puerto Rico after Hurricane Maria devastated the island and killed nearly 3000 residents. When I was asked to go, my original response was that I did not speak Spanish. I was reassured that I would be okay and that I was needed. So I went. My flight left in the early hours of the morning and by late afternoon following a couple of layovers, I arrived in Puerto Rico feeling completely unprepared, still I was excited. On the drive from San Juan to the barracks that we would be staying I immediately saw the physical toll Maria had caused on the island. Trees were parted like waves in the ocean as the fierce winds ravaged all in its path.
I recall having to aggressively drive through thick traffic without the aid of traffic lights and any kind of right of way laws. It was like driving in a third world country all over again. For the next two weeks I was deployed with my emergency disaster team distributing food and water as well as being the correspondence officer (Public Information Officer). I spent days down at the JFO (Joint Force Opperations) working with wonderful people who were equally committed to helping people in need. Through all of this experience I never felt more undeserving of being and serving in that capacity. I often thought that other, more capable people could do this job and serve better than I was serving.
Sometimes self-doubt can paralyze us and make us feel unadequate for the tasks we have been assigned. Still God provides everything that we need to serve him, all that we must do is put one foot forward and then the next and faithfully follow Him. Faith, especially when we cannot see what the next step looks like, is hard, and yet it is so rewarding.
I remember calling home and hearing my wife’s voice on the telephone. Sometimes we had limited cell phone reception because of the damage to the infrastructure, but when I did get through I experienced a real joy in hearing my wife’s familiar voice.
Brothers and Sisters in Christ, if God’s voice is not familiar to you, perhaps you need to spend a little more time listening and discerning as you pray to Him. He desires to hear your voice too. He wants you to call out to Him and trust Him as He leads you through life, sometimes through paths that are unknown to you.
Question: Are you near to God today? How is your relationship to Him? What needs to change so that you can have a closer relationship with Him on a daily, even moment by moment basis?
“Draw near to God and He will draw near to you…” (James 4:8) Whatever you might be facing today, whether you feel inadequate for the tasks you have been assigned, know that God is watching over you and if we “trust in the Lord with all our might and lean not on our own understand…He will direct our paths” (Proverbs 3:5).
So…do you trust Him? Something more to ponder today.
I keep my foot on the accelerator peddle. I am impatient. I am anxious. I am agitated.
I want my prayers answered. Not an hour from now or a day from now or a month from now now. I want to go fast
My heart is racing I am out of the starting blocks without much thought only with the notion to move. I want to go fast.
But it is hard to go fast when you are broken torn and tattered. Limping isn’t the same in a sprint.
But I am constantly reminded to
two of the hardest words for me to accept.
how can I ‘be’ when my identity is threadbare and fragile? how can peace rule me when all I know is the storm?
I cry out to you oh God. please answer me. remove from me any evidence of sin restore me revive me deliver me from the enemy lay waste to the darkness, destroy the lies banish the liar forever and cast your all consuming light on us.
My grandfather called me the other day. Me at the gas station, getting ready to tackle a busy day at work, my mind on many, many things. Whenever my phone rings and I see his name on the caller ID, I answer the call no matter what. Now in his nineties, he still checks in and still has so much love to share with his kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.
Years ago, stern-faced and marked with his signature mustache, Grandpa (or Grand-Stan as the kids now call him) looked down at me with a level of intensity that could peel paint off a wall and said, “I’m getting mad!” To an outsider, one would wonder what had happened to evoke anger, but in his own way, he was expressing this deep love that he has in an expression of “I’m getting mad,” which was code for “let’s go get some ice cream.” Memories are funny like that, one minute you’re a grown adult carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, the next you’re ten years old eating ice cream and heading to your first baseball game – the Chicago Cubs and Andre Dawson at Wrigley Field. I remember the smell of Gramma’s house, always warm and so inviting. The place I still long for when the days are longer than the hours I have to work with. Their home was safe and filled with Cherubs and delicate trinkets perfectly perched on mantels, coffee tables, and ornamental ledges.
“How ya been?” my Grandpa asks over the phone, with a voice still stern yet filled with care and concern. I tell him about my day and the kids, but I know he wants to learn more. He has a deep love for God, and he has a passion for all “his kids” to know the Lord too. “What is God saying to you these days?” He asks out of the blue. For a moment, I am caught off guard and wasn’t ready to answer a question as probing as this. Ministry is still running in my veins despite a pastoral career change, though some days I still ask the Lord, “am I on the right track?” Life is like that sometimes; one minute you’re ninety-nine year old, childless Abram plodding along in life; the next, you’re Abraham moving to an unknown land and trusting (albeit some days less than others) God with your very next steps. I still question God about things that I don’t have the answers to. I still find myself stepping out into unknown territory, saying, “Lord, I don’t know what today holds, but please hold my hand.”
“You never really ever leave the ministry, you know?” my grandfather continues, “some people think ministry is just what you do at a pulpit on Sundays,” I tell him I know this, and I am drawn to the many faces I see daily. It is the “mission-field” of relationships in need of encouragement and love. It is a place I have been sent to minister within, and yet after years of focused service-based ministry, I am having difficulty with the tangible nature of “here and now.”
There are times where you miss what wasn’t healthy for you in the first place. Like God’s people, the ex-slaves of Egypt, wishing to go back instead of living free and waiting for a promised land. “I believe that God is blessing you, Scott,” my grandfather continues, “can I pray with you?” He asks over the phone. My heart is whole and overfilled with such love. The Lord is indeed blessing me, and I am so blessed to have such a loving, godly family and grandfather.
I will always pick up that phone when my Grandfather calls. Time is precious when we have so little of it to spend. The concerns of today always pale in comparison to the treasures that we possess in the wisdom and love of such people in our lives. Years from now, I will be old and coming to the end of my days. I, too, wish to pass that love of God and hope onto that next generation. I pray that when this happens, they will answer my call and know that they are loved…perhaps I’ll even “get mad.” I love you, Grandpa. Thank you for your relentless pursuit of God and me (and the rest “of us”). Keep calling, and I’ll keep answering just to hear your voice, and perhaps a “new” joke that you’ve already told me.
“Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.” -Billy Sunday
Being a member of a church is not enough. Carrying a bible and wearing “church clothes” isn’t enough either. Saying all of the right prayers and calling out a timely “amen” isn’t enough either.
We can look the part. We can act the part. But if there is no difference in your heart. Then it all that you have been doing is acting – not being.
We can often times get the “doing” before the “being“. Do you know what I mean?
What I mean by that is this: We can do church. We can even do Christianese. We can do all of the right things for all of the wrong reasons, and still not BE holy as God has called us to be holy. (1 Peter 1:15).
Doing requires works and action (Which in the right context are good, but AS the context can be bad). Being requires deep, lasting change. Being requires identity, the true source of context and provides us with the true foundation – God Himself. We are made in the image of God. We are His. Being His requires surrender, sacrifice, dying of our old self and taking on this new image.
“You learned Christ! My assumption is that you have paid careful attention to him, been well instructed in the truth precisely as we have it in Jesus. Since, then, we do not have the excuse of ignorance, everything—and I do mean everything—connected with that old way of life has to go. It’s rotten through and through. Get rid of it! And then take on an entirely new way of life—a God-fashioned life, a life renewed from the inside and working itself into your conduct as God accurately reproduces his character in you.” -Ephesians 4:22-24 (The Message Version)
If we simply “do Church” we are attempting to “faith-hack” our relationship with Christ and with those He called us to minister to.
If our entire faith journey is all about how Church is blessing ME then we have corrupted our faith and have deleted the great commission from our ideology. We might rationalize it like this: “Sure, reaching people is good as long as they come to our church and as long as they fit the mold of what I think Christians should look and sound like.”
I fear that our Western ideology has polluted our perspective of what being a Christ-follower looks like. The Christ-following ecclesia (as found in the Acts 2 early Church) was about the Body (the group of believers) being unified, sharing everything while adding to their numbers by reaching out into the world and preaching, teaching and making disciples. The love (Agape love) was evident and was like a sweet aroma to the world around them.
Have we lost that lovin’ feeling? In our attempts to grow our churches, have we lost sight of reaching out and loving others?
Jesus didn’t call us into the safety of a church building to being silos, develop our own church culture and making it hard for the “outsider” to relate let alone earn their membership cards to our exclusive club. We as humans can sometimes make Jesus almost inaccessible to the sinner when we ourselves are sinners save by grace.
Jesus didn’t call us to become comfortable and complacent in our faith. He did not want us to leave people out or write them off either. If we are hiding behind Church, or dare I say, if Church has replaced God as our faith in religious practices, rituals and observances, then we MUST rebuild our faith.
How About You? Church is not four walls of a building where we practice piety. Church is not about rituals and the styles of our expressions in worship. Church is not about having an exclusive club membership.
Church is you and me, human beings, living out our faith expression first of all for the glory of God (and not because we prefer this style of worship music or style of service). Secondly, we express this living and active faith so that others might see the image of Christ through us. When we do this, we are helping others discover that faith journey too for the purpose of a Jesus relationship.
Burn the walls of division. Burn the halls of exclusivity Tear down the rituals that have hidden Christ instead of revealed Him to others. Break the traditions that do not glorify but only serve to prevent new membership and fellowship.
YOU are the Church. YOU are the prophet that God has called to minister to others (that only you can minister to). YOU are called and equipped. YOU must check your foundation and if it is in need of repair – begin the restoration process today!
I prefer used books pages yellowed with age stains of coffee smelling of baked bread crumbs embedded into the glue of bindings
On this page tears fell hearts were broken a reader’s trust woven in two. Another page dog-eared and highlighted wisdom shared and eaten and brought to life with flesh and bone tendon and sinew
These pages smell like home ancient in the way that parchment can be the only fragrance that draws a soul outward and pulls it longingly into the past where school desks and raising hands come back into focus.
I prefer these pages to be lived in rather than hospital clean and crisp untethered and void of hands clasped to words that penetrate the wounded heart and opens gray matter to create new groove of thought.
They are the well-worn paths the fields of ripened grains of dreams bared and dreams yet to be imagined
Give to me that used copy that treasure trove of human thought and I will give in return this battered heart this dream that dances on the tips of anxious fingers caressing brittle pages and dancing to the song of ancient bards.
“…What is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?” Psalm 8:4.
Do you know that about God’s love? Most of you would answer, “why, yes of course I do!” But, what if I asked you, “do you personally know God’s love?” Does that change the dynamics of this conversation? I mean, do we really, truly, deeply know that God loves us?
What if I asked you, “Do you know and love Him in return?” Some of you might begin to think I am meddling. Others, when thinking about this particular question, might discover the answer is not that simple. We as humans tend to make things more complicated than it really should be, and our understanding of loving God, might be tainted or influenced by the current situations of our lives – for good or bad. When we respond to the question “Do you know and love God?”, some might consider the it but then offer the response, “well, do I really know God loves me? How can I know this when my life is so troubled right now?”
In spite of ourselves… God’s one and only Son entered into this world so that we might be saved from sin and death…in spite of ourselves. In spite of our over complications… In spite of our bad days, months or years… In spite of every bad decision we have made, or potentially will make – God introduced flesh and blood, holiness into our impure world.
Have you ever been blessed with a gift from someone that cares for you and it was completely and utterly unexpected? How did it make you feel? Did you find yourself at a loss for words of appreciation? Did you feel embarrassed because you didn’t have anything to give in return? With God it is like that, but He doesn’t want us to feel guilty or embarrassed because we couldn’t possibly match the gift that He has given to us. He wants us to know how much we mean to Him. He provided us with the ultimate gift of love and grace – His Son Jesus Christ, who came to be our blood sacrifice, so that in His death we might be free from sin and death. He was born. He lived. He died…all for you, me and for every person in our world.
God, who am I that you are mindful of me? How can I be so important to you – the Creator of the Universe? I don’t deserve such love and grace… I could never repay such a gift… I know I don’t deserve this… But here I am Lord. I accept and receive this gift once more. Create in me a clean heart. Renew a right spirit within me. All I can give you in return…is me, faults and all…every shred, every blemish, all of me. Help me to receive this grace and love every day, and to offer the same to everyone around me both neighbor and stranger. I love you Lord. -Amen.
This past Sunday, the message that was preached was meant for me. It is cliche I know, but nonetheless, that passage in Matthew chapter 6 when Jesus talks about worry was like an arrow striking its mark. And I was the intended target.
The Pastor could not have known. No one else around me, save for my wife, would know. But I have been worrying as of late… So much so that the worry has boiled over the pot, simmering on the stove…sizzling on the electric coils beneath and foaming all the way into full-on anxiety. It hasn’t been panic attacks per se, but there have been moments when I have awakened at times seized with disquietude and beseeching my quickening pulse to slow itself back into that desired slumbering pace once more.
In those sudden moments of unwanted wakefulness however, I have found myself conversing more and more with God. He and I haven’t spoken as much as we do now. Perhaps this is the ‘good’ that can come out of what was not meant to be so…I do not know. But we speak quite often about these sudden moments of alarm. He reminds me that this is small, unnecessary concern, and that He is, and will always be there.
His steady peace finds my heart once more, and yet it takes more seconds, perhaps even minutes to convince my storm-filled brain. Oh, how I wish I would step out of that boat like Peter, who was full of faith…yet I’m one of the others still in the boat, unwilling to move, frozen in my own silent attack of dread. We often internally chide Peter for not trusting Jesus as he finds his very soul taking on water, all-the-while looking up at Jesus Messiah who stands above that very tempest.
He stepped into onto that surface, which defied all sound logic (and physics).
Perhaps it is in the moving of one’s body, mind and soul that we begin to have a little faith… Perhaps it takes courage to still the very waves of emotions and the currents of anxiety. I have found that worry and the seconds it adds only fuels the panic and the untamed fright and flight.
The Preacher spoke on worry. That worry had made a home in my heart. Today…worry is homeless, and I find myself finally moving again…perhaps very soon, I will step out of my boat and finally walk with Jesus.
“Love fiercely, and expect that few will do the same in return…“ This thought ran through my head… tandem or inspiration? Maybe both? all the while, the sunlight hit your golden hair all aglow and resplendent at the peak of sunset on that cold October eve. My heart leapt as nature itself seemed to call out that exception, that ‘few’ kindred hearts…
I, transfixed, tried to close my mouth like some dumb ox of a man slipping and tripping head over-heels helplessly, heart-sick with wild devotion’s spell which had cast its power
deftly upon me.
And having seen you there, those words that had spilled from my mind were now void of truth or solace. New phrases welled up within me feelings that defied words far beyond their containment… and I, awestruck by your visage there, leaned in and shared that moment with you… all the while, determined to freeze time capture it in a bottle that is my heart and pray they it continues to shine into the very depths of my soul.