The internet sure is fast. I’ve seen several references to this Kevin DeYoung quote the last few days from different sources:
"No doubt some Christians need to be shaken out of their lethargy…But there are also a whole bunch of Christians who need to be set free from their performance-minded, law-keeping, world-changing, participate-with-God-in-recreating-the-cosmos shackles. I promise you, some of the best people in your churches are getting tired. They don’t need another rah-rah pep talk...They need to hear about Christ’s death and resurrection…Because the secret of the gospel is that we actually do more when we hear less about all we need to do for God and hear more about all that God has already done for us."
We are complicated beings. At one moment, I am working in bondage to man’s approval with a performance mindset. At other times (or concurrently, in another area of life) I am working restfully out of a deep awareness of my freedom in Christ.
But even when I am relaxed, feeling free, and enjoying my work, C. J. Mahaney shakes me up with this quote. He writes that he is busy, but he is sometimes busy “neglecting the most important work, and busy knocking out a to-do list filled with tasks of secondary importance.”
Ouch. When I am working out of my own strength for man’s (or God’s) approval? And when am I busy working in order that I may neglect more important matters due to deeper sins of fear, idolatry, pride and selfishness? And when am I just plain lazy, sticking my head in the sand of talk-radio or TV?
Being in doubt, I am going to push the reset button and just turn back to the gospel. I’m going to remind myself, and be reminded by others, of what God has already done for me. And I’ll pray that out of that wonderful, restful reminder, he will align my priorities with his, that he will root out and crucify the deeper reasons why I avoid certain tasks, and that he will purify my motives.
So, with this as my prayer, I’m going to take a six-month sabbatical from blogging to rest and reflect on the simple, beautiful, finished work of Christ. I started writing primarily for my kids, to give them a window into their dad’s soul. I may continue to do that from time to time with paper and ink for now, and I hope to return to the world of blogging, or whatever has taken its place, in six months’ time.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Conspiracy Solved
The talk radio host Michael Medved has what he calls “Conspiracy Day,” when listeners call up and present what they believe to be modern day conspiracies. It is sad how many still believe 9/11 was a conspiracy by the US government, and humorous that some still believe man has never been to the moon. Of the latest are conspiracies about Obama—that he was born in another country, that he is really a closet Muslim and terrorist.
Most of us do not go to such extremes, but we often get caught up in imagining—and seeking out the worst in Obama, and the worst in our government in general. Isaiah 8 speaks a great deal of relief when we are commanded, “Do not call conspiracy everything that these people call conspiracy; do not fear what they fear, and do not dread it. The Lord Almighty is the one you are to regard as holy, he is the one you are to fear, he is the one you are to dread, and he will be a sanctuary…”
In the face of the Lord Almighty (think Isaiah 6), the relative power of our leaders melts away. God Almighty is the one we are to revere—even to dread, that in so doing we may turn to Christ and receive sanctuary.
God, no matter how many policies I disagree with, no matter how much money I believe is wasted, help me to keep a healthy perspective. May there be absolute respect for our government and leaders, just as we are called. Yet, may there be absolutely no fear, remembering that you hold the hearts of kings in your hand and direct them as a watercourse wherever it goes.
Most of us do not go to such extremes, but we often get caught up in imagining—and seeking out the worst in Obama, and the worst in our government in general. Isaiah 8 speaks a great deal of relief when we are commanded, “Do not call conspiracy everything that these people call conspiracy; do not fear what they fear, and do not dread it. The Lord Almighty is the one you are to regard as holy, he is the one you are to fear, he is the one you are to dread, and he will be a sanctuary…”
In the face of the Lord Almighty (think Isaiah 6), the relative power of our leaders melts away. God Almighty is the one we are to revere—even to dread, that in so doing we may turn to Christ and receive sanctuary.
God, no matter how many policies I disagree with, no matter how much money I believe is wasted, help me to keep a healthy perspective. May there be absolute respect for our government and leaders, just as we are called. Yet, may there be absolutely no fear, remembering that you hold the hearts of kings in your hand and direct them as a watercourse wherever it goes.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
When my mother-in-law died several years ago, we went through boxes and boxes and piles of possessions in an over-stuffed garage. Some items were precious keep-sakes. Much we burned. We took loads to Good Will. One hidden treasure that I discovered was a book by Thomas Kempis called Imitation of God.
Speaking from God’s perspective, Kempis writes, “I am he who in one instant do lift up the humble mind to comprehend more reasonings of eternal Truth, than if one had studied ten years in the schools.” That is worth reading again. And again. To me, it is worth the price of the book.
Are you insecure at work as you compare yourself with your co-workers? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God and you will learn the secret of contentment in ways you never dreamed possible. Does your husband win every argument because…he just does? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God, and maybe your definition of ‘winning an argument’ will change in your favor.
Are you embarrassed that school didn’t work out and you are pursuing your GED? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God and you will realize that he has already given you everything you need for life and godliness. Do you get tongue-tied trying to express yourself? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God, and you will comprehend more eternal truth than a star PhD student. Do you put your pastor on a pedestal? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God and you will see how Jesus equalizes us all—humbling us due to the common condition of sin, and lifting us up together through faith in Christ.
Wisdom is an enigma. The world offers wisdom that really has no source and no end. The gracious wisdom of God cries out for us, and yet we are to search for it. These and other like situations are usually not solved in an instant. It doesn’t come easily, we have to wait for it (Prov 8:34). I don’t even know if we will recognize it in ourselves, though others will see it in us.
God, forgive my simple, foolish, scoffing ways, and fill me with godly, true wisdom from above. Would you please lift me up to comprehend more eternal truth than if I had studied ten years in the schools. And instead of puffing me up, would it have the effect of humbling me and causing me to joyfully point to you as the source of all wisdom and life.
Speaking from God’s perspective, Kempis writes, “I am he who in one instant do lift up the humble mind to comprehend more reasonings of eternal Truth, than if one had studied ten years in the schools.” That is worth reading again. And again. To me, it is worth the price of the book.
Are you insecure at work as you compare yourself with your co-workers? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God and you will learn the secret of contentment in ways you never dreamed possible. Does your husband win every argument because…he just does? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God, and maybe your definition of ‘winning an argument’ will change in your favor.
Are you embarrassed that school didn’t work out and you are pursuing your GED? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God and you will realize that he has already given you everything you need for life and godliness. Do you get tongue-tied trying to express yourself? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God, and you will comprehend more eternal truth than a star PhD student. Do you put your pastor on a pedestal? Pursue the gracious wisdom of God and you will see how Jesus equalizes us all—humbling us due to the common condition of sin, and lifting us up together through faith in Christ.
Wisdom is an enigma. The world offers wisdom that really has no source and no end. The gracious wisdom of God cries out for us, and yet we are to search for it. These and other like situations are usually not solved in an instant. It doesn’t come easily, we have to wait for it (Prov 8:34). I don’t even know if we will recognize it in ourselves, though others will see it in us.
God, forgive my simple, foolish, scoffing ways, and fill me with godly, true wisdom from above. Would you please lift me up to comprehend more eternal truth than if I had studied ten years in the schools. And instead of puffing me up, would it have the effect of humbling me and causing me to joyfully point to you as the source of all wisdom and life.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Transforming Grace
An area church has as its first core value the Transforming Power of the Gospel. Here is part of the definition that really struck me this week: “That means our sinfulness does not count against us and it also means our religious efforts do not count for us.”
First, the Transforming Power of the Gospel means that in Christ, our sinfulness does not count against us. I believe too often we live like practicing Roman Catholics. Yes, we believe our past sins are covered, but when we sin today—“Oh oh, I need to do some penance to get this off my back.” Instead of fasting and whipping our backs it may be going to church and reading the Bible. But it is the same unbelief in the sufficiency of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ that leads us to believe we need to somehow take care of our own sin.
Second, the Transforming Power of the Gospel means that our religious efforts do not count for us. This sentence makes us step back and scratch our heads. “Yes I believe this, but…my work doesn’t count for anything?” We confuse the effect of God’s love toward us with the cause of God’s love for us when we take pride in, and rest in, our good works.
And that leads us to this wonderfully biblical word, transforming. I love Romans 12:1, which calls us in part to “Be ye transformed.” It is both a clear command, and a passive action, indicating that we are objects being acted upon. (The Bible itself has no problem with the mystery of sovereignty and accountability—neither should I.)
To see the Gospel merely as a ticket to heaven is to severely truncate its beauty and power. To see it as a legal transaction and right standing with God is accurate, but also not sufficient. To also see it as the power of God to transform the lives of its recipients is a beautiful and important aspect in rounding out our view of salvation. It may be slow, it may smolder at times, it may need fanned into flame. But I am confident that God will carry his work to completion in making me a new powerfully preparing me for the next world to come.
First, the Transforming Power of the Gospel means that in Christ, our sinfulness does not count against us. I believe too often we live like practicing Roman Catholics. Yes, we believe our past sins are covered, but when we sin today—“Oh oh, I need to do some penance to get this off my back.” Instead of fasting and whipping our backs it may be going to church and reading the Bible. But it is the same unbelief in the sufficiency of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ that leads us to believe we need to somehow take care of our own sin.
Second, the Transforming Power of the Gospel means that our religious efforts do not count for us. This sentence makes us step back and scratch our heads. “Yes I believe this, but…my work doesn’t count for anything?” We confuse the effect of God’s love toward us with the cause of God’s love for us when we take pride in, and rest in, our good works.
And that leads us to this wonderfully biblical word, transforming. I love Romans 12:1, which calls us in part to “Be ye transformed.” It is both a clear command, and a passive action, indicating that we are objects being acted upon. (The Bible itself has no problem with the mystery of sovereignty and accountability—neither should I.)
To see the Gospel merely as a ticket to heaven is to severely truncate its beauty and power. To see it as a legal transaction and right standing with God is accurate, but also not sufficient. To also see it as the power of God to transform the lives of its recipients is a beautiful and important aspect in rounding out our view of salvation. It may be slow, it may smolder at times, it may need fanned into flame. But I am confident that God will carry his work to completion in making me a new powerfully preparing me for the next world to come.
Friday, July 31, 2009
'The Price is Right' Kind of Comfort
There are many activities my kids simply won’t do without me: Meeting new neighbors, walking across a narrow log, flying on a plane, riding a roller coaster to name a few. I wish they were more daring, but at the same time, I like being the source of their strength. In 2 Tim 4:17, “The Lord stood at Paul’s side and gave him strength.” But how does this work? I am physically there to hold my kids hands and whisper comfort in their ears—in what way did Jesus stand by Paul’s side, and how did Paul receive strength from it?
I often touch on suffering while I preach, and I confess that I myself struggle understanding—much less explaining—in what way God is with us and helps us in our suffering—what difference that can possibly make? But now I understand that this short letter of 2 Timothy, written late in Paul’s life, gives us the answer.
Paul shows us clearly through his writing that strength comes from an eternal perspective, knowing that just as Christ has overcome death, Paul knew that—in Christ, he would too. It is as if—no, Jesus is standing beside Paul with his arm around him, pulling back a curtain, revealing a glorious view of what really and truly lies in store for Paul, ready for him to simply walk in and receive the prize.
Look through Paul’s eyes at what Jesus is revealing by pulling back the curtain during the very experience of Paul’s suffering: In 1:10, Christ has brought “life and immortality to light, in 1:18 Paul is looking ahead to that day, in 2:8 Paul relates (equates?) the gospel directly to the resurrection of Jesus. A couple verses later, this is why he can endure hardship—for salvation and eternal glory. In chapter 3, he writes of terrible times in the last days preceding the return of Christ.
Perhaps the most powerful sign that Paul is looking ahead and receiving strength through this eternal perspective comes in 4:6 and following: “For I am already being poured out like a drink offering and the time has come for my departure.” Paul knows he is going to die soon, and this is his last letter. But he follows immediately—not with sadness and despair, but with the exact opposite: “Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge will award to me on that day!”
And finally, one of my favorite verses, which reminds us that the presence of God in our lives is no empty comfort, it is not just in our minds, it is no mere sentiment. 4:18 reads, “The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to his heavenly kingdom.” Here, physical death has absolutely no meaning for Paul. It is at most a door to walk through. No, it is a mere reminder that this life we now live is more like a dream in comparison with that life which is truly life and which awaits us who long for His appearing. For Paul (and potentially for us), Jesus has shattered our well-defined, puny conception of getting old and dying at about age 78.5; Jesus has opened up the reality, and the view of, untold thousands of years, upon untold thousands of years…which we will do in the prime of our lives.
God, to you be glory for ever and ever, Amen!
I often touch on suffering while I preach, and I confess that I myself struggle understanding—much less explaining—in what way God is with us and helps us in our suffering—what difference that can possibly make? But now I understand that this short letter of 2 Timothy, written late in Paul’s life, gives us the answer.
Paul shows us clearly through his writing that strength comes from an eternal perspective, knowing that just as Christ has overcome death, Paul knew that—in Christ, he would too. It is as if—no, Jesus is standing beside Paul with his arm around him, pulling back a curtain, revealing a glorious view of what really and truly lies in store for Paul, ready for him to simply walk in and receive the prize.
Look through Paul’s eyes at what Jesus is revealing by pulling back the curtain during the very experience of Paul’s suffering: In 1:10, Christ has brought “life and immortality to light, in 1:18 Paul is looking ahead to that day, in 2:8 Paul relates (equates?) the gospel directly to the resurrection of Jesus. A couple verses later, this is why he can endure hardship—for salvation and eternal glory. In chapter 3, he writes of terrible times in the last days preceding the return of Christ.
Perhaps the most powerful sign that Paul is looking ahead and receiving strength through this eternal perspective comes in 4:6 and following: “For I am already being poured out like a drink offering and the time has come for my departure.” Paul knows he is going to die soon, and this is his last letter. But he follows immediately—not with sadness and despair, but with the exact opposite: “Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge will award to me on that day!”
And finally, one of my favorite verses, which reminds us that the presence of God in our lives is no empty comfort, it is not just in our minds, it is no mere sentiment. 4:18 reads, “The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to his heavenly kingdom.” Here, physical death has absolutely no meaning for Paul. It is at most a door to walk through. No, it is a mere reminder that this life we now live is more like a dream in comparison with that life which is truly life and which awaits us who long for His appearing. For Paul (and potentially for us), Jesus has shattered our well-defined, puny conception of getting old and dying at about age 78.5; Jesus has opened up the reality, and the view of, untold thousands of years, upon untold thousands of years…which we will do in the prime of our lives.
God, to you be glory for ever and ever, Amen!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Delayed Flight, Expedited Friendships
The terminal was huge, and would-be passengers were spread throughout waiting for their long delayed flight from Greenville, SC to St. Pete, FL. This was no business crowd, instead it was mostly families who were more patient with delays and who were glad to save a buck with a discount airline.
We were only concerned with our youngest, constantly trying to come up with new, innovative ways to keep a 20 month old from screaming our ears off well past midnight. But our other three—this was a dream come true. We generously doled out soft pretzels, and caramel covered Bugles. The airline felt bad and gave out ice-cold soft drinks (I’m sure they cut off my son Craig at some point).
Groups of kids were chasing each other, drawing, playing cards, and huddled around DVD players watching cartoons. And as I met and spoke with one parent from Tampa in another part of the terminal, my four year old, Benjamin ran up, looked at his kids, and said with a smile, “Look dad, we have more friends up here.”
We dreaded this evening on account of our infant (for good reason). But to see this experience through an older kid’s eyes is something of a delight, even something like the New Heavens and New Earth. It will be like a massive, mile long terminal, better yet, a City. It will be ripe for, and inviting to, young explorers who long to see what is around the next corner. It will be full of interesting games and activities. And yes, it will be full of friends—but not limited to the friendships we have on this earth. Instead, everyone will be our friend. We will know them instantly, and grow in our knowledge and love of them with endless time. We will run on young legs to the next group, and the next group, of laughing, excited sojourners, and we will say to one another, “Look, we have more friends up here.”
We were only concerned with our youngest, constantly trying to come up with new, innovative ways to keep a 20 month old from screaming our ears off well past midnight. But our other three—this was a dream come true. We generously doled out soft pretzels, and caramel covered Bugles. The airline felt bad and gave out ice-cold soft drinks (I’m sure they cut off my son Craig at some point).
Groups of kids were chasing each other, drawing, playing cards, and huddled around DVD players watching cartoons. And as I met and spoke with one parent from Tampa in another part of the terminal, my four year old, Benjamin ran up, looked at his kids, and said with a smile, “Look dad, we have more friends up here.”
We dreaded this evening on account of our infant (for good reason). But to see this experience through an older kid’s eyes is something of a delight, even something like the New Heavens and New Earth. It will be like a massive, mile long terminal, better yet, a City. It will be ripe for, and inviting to, young explorers who long to see what is around the next corner. It will be full of interesting games and activities. And yes, it will be full of friends—but not limited to the friendships we have on this earth. Instead, everyone will be our friend. We will know them instantly, and grow in our knowledge and love of them with endless time. We will run on young legs to the next group, and the next group, of laughing, excited sojourners, and we will say to one another, “Look, we have more friends up here.”
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Default Response
Nehemiah is one of my favorite books in the Bible—what is most interesting is that he always seems to be praying. My favorite is when he is in the presence of the king, and the king asks what he wants. Before Nehemiah responds, he prayed to the God of heaven (2:4). This must have been a very short prayer so as not to keep the king waiting, or to seem indecisive.
One of the greatest blessings for a Christian is that we can pray whenever we want, wherever we are, no matter the circumstances. There is no external circumstance that can keep us from this privilege. Yet I find myself so often failing to utilize and exercise this gift.
God, help me by making prayer my default response in times of need. And in times of peace and quiet, lead me to pray. Before running to music and talk radio, put yourself on my mind. In the chaos of family life, remind me to pray. And far from being a mere duty and burden, may it become more and more sweet and enjoyable as I realize the reality of the Holy Spirit within me.
One of the greatest blessings for a Christian is that we can pray whenever we want, wherever we are, no matter the circumstances. There is no external circumstance that can keep us from this privilege. Yet I find myself so often failing to utilize and exercise this gift.
God, help me by making prayer my default response in times of need. And in times of peace and quiet, lead me to pray. Before running to music and talk radio, put yourself on my mind. In the chaos of family life, remind me to pray. And far from being a mere duty and burden, may it become more and more sweet and enjoyable as I realize the reality of the Holy Spirit within me.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Staycation
Psalm 156:4 reads, “The sorrows of those will increase who run after other gods.” I am realizing more and more that this is one of the many paradigms that make up my life experience—that my life is a constant series of running after other gods. If it is a god made out of metal it will rust. If it is built on physical fitness, I will feel a new pain in my knee. If it is the respect of others, my stellar performance must be repeated and even improved upon.
Thankfully, by God’s grace, he allows and ordains such sorrow. By God’s grace, every time I run away, I experience disappointment and run back. One Puritan pastor confessed, “I am always running into distant lands (as the Prodigal son), and you are always running toward me to welcome me back.”
Father, may these poorly planned trips of mine become less and less frequent, and may they be of ever-shortened duration. May you catch me before I walk out the door, causing me to examine my motives and goals. In fact, that you would inspire my thoughts, desires and dreams at every moment in such I way that I would be continually chasing after you, the one who satisfies my desires with good things.
Thankfully, by God’s grace, he allows and ordains such sorrow. By God’s grace, every time I run away, I experience disappointment and run back. One Puritan pastor confessed, “I am always running into distant lands (as the Prodigal son), and you are always running toward me to welcome me back.”
Father, may these poorly planned trips of mine become less and less frequent, and may they be of ever-shortened duration. May you catch me before I walk out the door, causing me to examine my motives and goals. In fact, that you would inspire my thoughts, desires and dreams at every moment in such I way that I would be continually chasing after you, the one who satisfies my desires with good things.
Friday, July 3, 2009
God, I am a mess. I am both a mess, and a beautiful work of art; a wretched sinner and a beloved saint. Help me to become what I already am in the most important sight of all—yours. Help me to feel more and more one of your beloved children. Help me to know more and more that there is no condemnation, only complete forgiveness. And help me to experience in my life, in ever greater degrees, actual life transformation—making the holiness that Christ gives me legally an increasing reality in my day to day experience.
Monday, June 22, 2009
A Fail-safe Investment Opportunity
As far as I know, my home value has continued to drop. My retirement fund too for that matter. I don’t know for sure—I choose the bliss of ignorance and throw my unopened statements in a file. But the one thing that has improved is my attitude. I’m taking every opportunity that my mind wanders to those topics to praise God for his sovereignty, his provision, his care for me, his sheep.
Luke 12 helped me a great deal in this area today. Jesus teaches about the great care of our Heavenly Father over and against the fading, temporal value of earthly goods, then he says in verse 32, “Do not be afraid little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.” I almost kept reading, as I often thoughtlessly skip over golden nuggets in Scripture.
Wow. If I will very soon inherit the very kingdom of God, if I will co-reign with Christ; if there will be no debt on the New Earth—only 100% equity forever; then why should I worry about my temporal equity being underwater at this point in time? If God will do all these things for me forever, then will he not also care for me now?
God, help me to turn every occasion for anxiety into an opportunity to worship you, the Great Provider. Forgive my anxiety over temporal problems and help me to positively marvel in full belief in your great care and provision for me—both now, and into eternity.
Luke 12 helped me a great deal in this area today. Jesus teaches about the great care of our Heavenly Father over and against the fading, temporal value of earthly goods, then he says in verse 32, “Do not be afraid little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.” I almost kept reading, as I often thoughtlessly skip over golden nuggets in Scripture.
Wow. If I will very soon inherit the very kingdom of God, if I will co-reign with Christ; if there will be no debt on the New Earth—only 100% equity forever; then why should I worry about my temporal equity being underwater at this point in time? If God will do all these things for me forever, then will he not also care for me now?
God, help me to turn every occasion for anxiety into an opportunity to worship you, the Great Provider. Forgive my anxiety over temporal problems and help me to positively marvel in full belief in your great care and provision for me—both now, and into eternity.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Our New House
Our summer vacation took us to Mount Vernon, among other places, where we received a special tour from Lucibeth’s cousin Carol, Assistant Director there. We learned so much about Washington—that he never chopped down the cherry tree or threw a quarter across the Potomac. We learned that his father died early, that he had no formal education, and he only got his start surveying through his brother’s connections. He was pretty poor early on, and he received Mount Vernon only as an inheritance. What a gift! A beautiful house on pristine land overlooking the majestic Potomac River.
In 1 Chronicles 17 God says something very strange to David: “I will build a house for you.” This is interesting because David had just said that he wanted to build a house for God. What does God mean—that he would literally build a house for David to live in? No, God’s promise has to do with building a dynasty, building a legacy, building a kingdom where David’s family would reign forever.
The culmination of this promise is of course Christ, who descended from David and will reign forever. Christ will build his Church and would be the Chief Cornerstone himself. So, what does this have to do with us?
Those who repent and trust in the name of Christ are brought into this house. We are co-heirs of the promises and will reign together with Christ. As God’s sons and daughters we have inherited all of God’s promises to David and much more.
I don’t think I will inherit a beautiful home on 100 acres any time soon. But I have much more than that. I am part of David’s royal, kingly line. God has built a house of Living Stones, and I am part of it.
God, help me to know this is true and to feel the weight of these incredible promises. And help me to live out these truths in courage and contentment, knowing that you have prepared a glorious place for me, a new house for all eternity.
In 1 Chronicles 17 God says something very strange to David: “I will build a house for you.” This is interesting because David had just said that he wanted to build a house for God. What does God mean—that he would literally build a house for David to live in? No, God’s promise has to do with building a dynasty, building a legacy, building a kingdom where David’s family would reign forever.
The culmination of this promise is of course Christ, who descended from David and will reign forever. Christ will build his Church and would be the Chief Cornerstone himself. So, what does this have to do with us?
Those who repent and trust in the name of Christ are brought into this house. We are co-heirs of the promises and will reign together with Christ. As God’s sons and daughters we have inherited all of God’s promises to David and much more.
I don’t think I will inherit a beautiful home on 100 acres any time soon. But I have much more than that. I am part of David’s royal, kingly line. God has built a house of Living Stones, and I am part of it.
God, help me to know this is true and to feel the weight of these incredible promises. And help me to live out these truths in courage and contentment, knowing that you have prepared a glorious place for me, a new house for all eternity.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I love this one: “Dad, tell me when we get there.” If they really meant that, then what is the purpose of: “Are we there yet,” and, “How much farther?” These are constant refrains of kids on long trips...or is it really just the kids? I’ve realized my own restless spirit on trips, both at destinations along the way, and en route.
Not satisfied with what is going on at the time, I’m always looking forward to something—anything, whatever is next. If I am driving, I want to get there. If I get there, I want to unpack. If I unpack, I want to do something exciting. If I do something exciting, I get tired and I’m ready for bed. In the morning, I’m ready to pack up and move on to the next location, or the next mini-adventure.
I’ve realized this phenomenon is not just on trips but with all of life. And in light of our restless, selfish spirits, Scripture teaches us not only to be content, but to make the most of every opportunity. While the context of that passage may be directly with our Christian witness, I believe Christ is pleased when we carpe diem; when we seize the day.
God, help me to slow down and enjoy the trip. Help me to enjoy the drive and the scenery. Help me enjoy catching up with old friends, and building blocks with my kids. Help me to realize I’m not in nearly as big a hurry as my speedometer reveals. Help me to bring life and breath and salt into these relationships along the way.
Not satisfied with what is going on at the time, I’m always looking forward to something—anything, whatever is next. If I am driving, I want to get there. If I get there, I want to unpack. If I unpack, I want to do something exciting. If I do something exciting, I get tired and I’m ready for bed. In the morning, I’m ready to pack up and move on to the next location, or the next mini-adventure.
I’ve realized this phenomenon is not just on trips but with all of life. And in light of our restless, selfish spirits, Scripture teaches us not only to be content, but to make the most of every opportunity. While the context of that passage may be directly with our Christian witness, I believe Christ is pleased when we carpe diem; when we seize the day.
God, help me to slow down and enjoy the trip. Help me to enjoy the drive and the scenery. Help me enjoy catching up with old friends, and building blocks with my kids. Help me to realize I’m not in nearly as big a hurry as my speedometer reveals. Help me to bring life and breath and salt into these relationships along the way.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Much More than my Co-pilot
When a foreign king was outsmarted by Israel in 2 Kings 6, his advisors said to him, "Elisha, the prophet tells the king of Israel the very words you speak in your bedroom.” This is how close God is to us all the time. Sometimes this helps us to resist temptation.
Over breakfast this morning a friend and I discussed the temptation of passing an attractive joggers, and how it helps to imagine that our wives are in the car with us. Then I said, “You can also imagine that Christ is riding with you,” and I think we both realized at the same time, this is something we don’t have to imagine—it is actually the case. And even more than just ‘riding with me,’ he is reading my thoughts. This is how close God is to us all the time.
And much more than just the negative (protection against temptation), there is also a positive application of the nearness of God. If I am lonely and single, I have the constant companionship of my best friend. If I am being wheeled into surgery, the Great Physician will watch over the physician’s every move. If I have lost my spouse, my Bridegroom will never die. This is how close God is to us all the time.
God, help me to know and feel deeply your presence today. And help me to act and will and live today with such courage and contentment that shows the world that this is all I need.
Over breakfast this morning a friend and I discussed the temptation of passing an attractive joggers, and how it helps to imagine that our wives are in the car with us. Then I said, “You can also imagine that Christ is riding with you,” and I think we both realized at the same time, this is something we don’t have to imagine—it is actually the case. And even more than just ‘riding with me,’ he is reading my thoughts. This is how close God is to us all the time.
And much more than just the negative (protection against temptation), there is also a positive application of the nearness of God. If I am lonely and single, I have the constant companionship of my best friend. If I am being wheeled into surgery, the Great Physician will watch over the physician’s every move. If I have lost my spouse, my Bridegroom will never die. This is how close God is to us all the time.
God, help me to know and feel deeply your presence today. And help me to act and will and live today with such courage and contentment that shows the world that this is all I need.
Friday, May 15, 2009
In John Grisham’s The Firm, the main character (who is married) is propositioned at a bar on a business trip far away from home, and he nobly turns the girl away. He wins the battle, he goes for a walk on the beach, and rescues another girl from a (supposed) attacker. But his guard is down, and he succumbs to lust and adultery in a most unexpected and unanticipated scenario.
We think of Jesus’ victory over Satan’s temptation in the wilderness a time of great triumph, and it is. But Lk 4:13 contains a chilling phrase I do not remember seeing before: “When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left Jesus…until an opportune time.”
For the Christian, “Greater is he who is in you (Jesus) than he who is in the world (Satan),” but Satan is still very real and very powerful. Another chilling phrase is that he “prowls about as a roaring lion seeking someone to devour” (1 Pet 5:8). This verse confuses me because Satan is as shrewd as a serpent but gives the appearance of an innocent dove. He doesn’t usually make a frontal assault with guns blazing, he tends to come in behind the lines after the battle is over to offer fruit to a hungry, tired soldier.
What is his most opportune time with you? Maybe it is when you are sick, maybe after a spiritual high. Perhaps when you have had a fight with your spouse, on a business trip, or watching the morning soaps on the phone with a friend. Satan will wait for the most opportune time.
Father, help me to be alert, save me from myself, the world and the Devil. By grace through faith, strengthen my resolve, my dependence upon you, my defenses. May Satan’s attacks fail to knock me over because I am on my knees before you, my God, my Deliverer.
We think of Jesus’ victory over Satan’s temptation in the wilderness a time of great triumph, and it is. But Lk 4:13 contains a chilling phrase I do not remember seeing before: “When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left Jesus…until an opportune time.”
For the Christian, “Greater is he who is in you (Jesus) than he who is in the world (Satan),” but Satan is still very real and very powerful. Another chilling phrase is that he “prowls about as a roaring lion seeking someone to devour” (1 Pet 5:8). This verse confuses me because Satan is as shrewd as a serpent but gives the appearance of an innocent dove. He doesn’t usually make a frontal assault with guns blazing, he tends to come in behind the lines after the battle is over to offer fruit to a hungry, tired soldier.
What is his most opportune time with you? Maybe it is when you are sick, maybe after a spiritual high. Perhaps when you have had a fight with your spouse, on a business trip, or watching the morning soaps on the phone with a friend. Satan will wait for the most opportune time.
Father, help me to be alert, save me from myself, the world and the Devil. By grace through faith, strengthen my resolve, my dependence upon you, my defenses. May Satan’s attacks fail to knock me over because I am on my knees before you, my God, my Deliverer.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Blessed Light
I’ve been in a deep, dark valley for several months and am seeing lots of sunshine now in the area of parenting. I continually remind myself through my experience that parenting well doesn’t come naturally, and it is not automatic. What makes it more difficult is that as kids mature, practices that worked last year need some adjustments because you are in a different relationship now. And though many principles are good and time-less, parents are not. We begin to let things slide as we get comfortable and busy and lazy.
So, where did the sunshine come from? The first ray was advice from others. My wife was infinitely wise and humble to ask my mother on a recent visit, “What advice do you have for us in the area of parenting?” It takes a daughter-in-law who is confident in the righteousness of Christ to ask such a question (and listen to the critical advice without getting defensive). Proverbs 19:20 says, “Listen to advice and accept instruction, and in the end you will be wise.”
Another ray of light came from reading. I’ve been through at least three dark parenting valleys, and each time I’ll pick up a good book. This one was Have a New Kid by Friday by Kevin Leman. Yes, I was that desperate. Actually, it was a gift from my mom—no new earth shattering secrets; only solid reminders and signs for someone who is lost on the valley floor.
A final ray of light came through prayer. I have shared my struggles with each of my small groups and men’s groups, crying out to them for help, prayer and advice (a small group is worthless if you can’t do that). Paul writes to the Corinthian church that, “God will continue to deliver us, as you help us by your prayers (2 Cor 1:10-11).
I have a close friend who has been through an even deeper, darker valley than myself who shared with me how the church has loved him and his wife through their trial. He said, “We actually felt they prayers of the church.”
God, I am weak. May it be that I am helped by the prayers of your church. But even more so, may I pray in such a way, with such passion, such fervency, such belief that others are helped by my prayers, as they are applied by your Spirit.
So, where did the sunshine come from? The first ray was advice from others. My wife was infinitely wise and humble to ask my mother on a recent visit, “What advice do you have for us in the area of parenting?” It takes a daughter-in-law who is confident in the righteousness of Christ to ask such a question (and listen to the critical advice without getting defensive). Proverbs 19:20 says, “Listen to advice and accept instruction, and in the end you will be wise.”
Another ray of light came from reading. I’ve been through at least three dark parenting valleys, and each time I’ll pick up a good book. This one was Have a New Kid by Friday by Kevin Leman. Yes, I was that desperate. Actually, it was a gift from my mom—no new earth shattering secrets; only solid reminders and signs for someone who is lost on the valley floor.
A final ray of light came through prayer. I have shared my struggles with each of my small groups and men’s groups, crying out to them for help, prayer and advice (a small group is worthless if you can’t do that). Paul writes to the Corinthian church that, “God will continue to deliver us, as you help us by your prayers (2 Cor 1:10-11).
I have a close friend who has been through an even deeper, darker valley than myself who shared with me how the church has loved him and his wife through their trial. He said, “We actually felt they prayers of the church.”
God, I am weak. May it be that I am helped by the prayers of your church. But even more so, may I pray in such a way, with such passion, such fervency, such belief that others are helped by my prayers, as they are applied by your Spirit.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I am a masochist. My men’s group is extremely painful yet for some reason I keep going back. We talked this morning about the motives behind our good works—that often we do things not out of a love for God or a love for others, but out of a love for ourselves. We want to be recognized, we desire to receive praise, especially when we give the appearance that we are not seeking it.
I shared an example from my life of how I was glad that someone noticed a ‘good work’ last Sunday. Several of us confessed, we prayed, we broke up to go our separate ways. It is 7:57 a.m. and I’ve already done the same thing again. There is not even anyone in the office yet—I don’t need actual people present to seek to impress, I found out I can do it just as effectively by e-mail.
Pride, self-righteousness, twisted motives, reputation-seeking. These are all deep sins that take time and effort even just to recognize. But if we don’t see these ‘sins of the heart’ in our hearts, we are not living the victorious life, we are living in denial.
Another huge questions is this: Why do we want to root out these sins? Is it just because we want to be better (good for goodness sake?) Is it to join an elite group that is proud of their depth of understanding of the Gospel (how insidious is that)? Or is it because God has allowed us to turn to him, as he runs to us, is it because we know we have offended a holy God, is it because the splinters are deep and only our Father can pull it out, is it because we are in love with him and we love to please him because he already loves us?
Now it is 8:03 and I’ve done it again; I’m proud of my blog, thinking that both of you readers will be impressed. Jeremiah 17:9 reads, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” God, surely my heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure; and I can’t even fathom the depths. But you can! By your grace may I recognize and turn from these sometimes socially acceptable sins, and as I do so would you not only cleanse the deep waters of my heart, but also heal the source of the spring from which they flow.
I shared an example from my life of how I was glad that someone noticed a ‘good work’ last Sunday. Several of us confessed, we prayed, we broke up to go our separate ways. It is 7:57 a.m. and I’ve already done the same thing again. There is not even anyone in the office yet—I don’t need actual people present to seek to impress, I found out I can do it just as effectively by e-mail.
Pride, self-righteousness, twisted motives, reputation-seeking. These are all deep sins that take time and effort even just to recognize. But if we don’t see these ‘sins of the heart’ in our hearts, we are not living the victorious life, we are living in denial.
Another huge questions is this: Why do we want to root out these sins? Is it just because we want to be better (good for goodness sake?) Is it to join an elite group that is proud of their depth of understanding of the Gospel (how insidious is that)? Or is it because God has allowed us to turn to him, as he runs to us, is it because we know we have offended a holy God, is it because the splinters are deep and only our Father can pull it out, is it because we are in love with him and we love to please him because he already loves us?
Now it is 8:03 and I’ve done it again; I’m proud of my blog, thinking that both of you readers will be impressed. Jeremiah 17:9 reads, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” God, surely my heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure; and I can’t even fathom the depths. But you can! By your grace may I recognize and turn from these sometimes socially acceptable sins, and as I do so would you not only cleanse the deep waters of my heart, but also heal the source of the spring from which they flow.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Albert Mohler recently asked on his radio show, “How do you know what excess is?” How about not only disposable cameras, but disposable video cameras? We are a people accustomed to instant gratification. Instead of full contentment in whatever situation, we demand full comfort in any situation. So, when something goes wrong, when we experience pain, when we are tested, our faith wavers when our prayers are not immediately answered.
Ps 99 tells us “Moses and Aaron were among God’s priests, Samuel was among those who called on his name; they called on the Lord and he answered them.” Moses wandered in the desert for 40 years. I don’t know about you, but that would have tested my faith: “How much longer God?? Ok, I get it! I learned my lesson after one day of this! How many more days, or perhaps even weeks?” 40 years.
Interestingly, Samuel anointed Saul king who reigned miserably for…40 years. Imagine his sorrow, his temptation to regret having participated in bringing Saul to power, though it was part of God’s plan. Imagine his prayers, pleading for a new, godly king who would lead the people justly.
And the kicker is this: Moses never got out of the desert, on earth at least. He died before Israel entered the Promised Land full of gardens and homes and livestock and vineyards. And Samuel? He died while Saul was still king, before David began his reign. They called on the Lord, and he answered them.
Could it be that we are presumptuous and prideful in our expectations of God to instantly answer our every whim? Could it be that we have no idea what it means to live in the presence of God, fully satisfied with Him? Could it be that God answers prayers more often measured in lifetimes than in days and weeks?
God, that the earth would have nothing I desire besides you, and that it would be good for me simply to be near you (Ps 73).
Not one of all the LORD's good promises to the house of Israel failed; every one was fulfilled. - Joshua 21:45
Ps 99 tells us “Moses and Aaron were among God’s priests, Samuel was among those who called on his name; they called on the Lord and he answered them.” Moses wandered in the desert for 40 years. I don’t know about you, but that would have tested my faith: “How much longer God?? Ok, I get it! I learned my lesson after one day of this! How many more days, or perhaps even weeks?” 40 years.
Interestingly, Samuel anointed Saul king who reigned miserably for…40 years. Imagine his sorrow, his temptation to regret having participated in bringing Saul to power, though it was part of God’s plan. Imagine his prayers, pleading for a new, godly king who would lead the people justly.
And the kicker is this: Moses never got out of the desert, on earth at least. He died before Israel entered the Promised Land full of gardens and homes and livestock and vineyards. And Samuel? He died while Saul was still king, before David began his reign. They called on the Lord, and he answered them.
Could it be that we are presumptuous and prideful in our expectations of God to instantly answer our every whim? Could it be that we have no idea what it means to live in the presence of God, fully satisfied with Him? Could it be that God answers prayers more often measured in lifetimes than in days and weeks?
God, that the earth would have nothing I desire besides you, and that it would be good for me simply to be near you (Ps 73).
Not one of all the LORD's good promises to the house of Israel failed; every one was fulfilled. - Joshua 21:45
Monday, April 13, 2009
I’m reading The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment, a Puritan classic, with a small group of pastors in Sarasota. Isn’t it enough that when I am afflicted I am quiet outwardly and don’t complain to others? I’m learning this is not the case. Jeremiah Burroughs writes in this book the most challenging of definitions: “Christian contentment is that sweet, inward, quiet, gracious frame of spirit, which freely submits to and delights in God’s wise and fatherly disposal in every condition.”
Freely submits? Ok. But delights in? That is going too far. Burroughs writes as if he knows me: “while there is a serene calm upon their tongues these people have blustering storms upon their spirits, and while they keep silence their hearts are troubled and even worn away with anguish and vexation. They have peace and quiet outwardly, but within war from the unruly and turbulent workings of their hearts.”
I can put on the stoic, spiritual pastor’s façade, but don’t look at my heart. Doesn’t Paul teach us in Philippians that it is not the outward expression, but a deep, mysterious inner thing of the soul? “I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation…”
God, teach me the secret of contentment in any and every situation; whether healthy or sick, wealthy or pinching pennies, sunny or rainy, cheerful or quarreling kids, bright road ahead or foggy path in the woods, sweet unity in marriage or struggling to see eye to eye. Be enough for me, be my all in all. May my warring heart be calmed as it looks to you alone, the giver of every good gift and the satisfier or souls.
Freely submits? Ok. But delights in? That is going too far. Burroughs writes as if he knows me: “while there is a serene calm upon their tongues these people have blustering storms upon their spirits, and while they keep silence their hearts are troubled and even worn away with anguish and vexation. They have peace and quiet outwardly, but within war from the unruly and turbulent workings of their hearts.”
I can put on the stoic, spiritual pastor’s façade, but don’t look at my heart. Doesn’t Paul teach us in Philippians that it is not the outward expression, but a deep, mysterious inner thing of the soul? “I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation…”
God, teach me the secret of contentment in any and every situation; whether healthy or sick, wealthy or pinching pennies, sunny or rainy, cheerful or quarreling kids, bright road ahead or foggy path in the woods, sweet unity in marriage or struggling to see eye to eye. Be enough for me, be my all in all. May my warring heart be calmed as it looks to you alone, the giver of every good gift and the satisfier or souls.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The Long Way Home
I love Norah Jones’ song Take the Long Way Home. There is something about the road less traveled and a mini-adventure that interests me. To get home from church I sometimes drive through the wilderness on a little known route through Lakewood Ranch. It is five extra minutes, but when there is no rush I’m more interested in the scenery than in getting home quickly.
For some, the long way home is a different mode of transportation. One friend who lives in Europe prefers to drive across the Alps rather than fly because of the sights he can see, the side trips, the quaint little mountain villages with narrow winding streets.
I’m reading through the Bible this year as if I’m in a plane going at 500 miles per hour. It’s great to get an overview, it is a wonderful thing to be exposed to so much Scripture, it will be rewarding when I get to the end. At the same time, I see intriguing and inviting side streets that I just don’t have time to go down because I’m in such a hurry to get home. I miss the ability to look up a cross reference, pray over a verse, and just sit and meditate.
For me, reading through the Bible is a helpful discipline, and something I might do every five years. But next year, I’m going to take the long way home.
For some, the long way home is a different mode of transportation. One friend who lives in Europe prefers to drive across the Alps rather than fly because of the sights he can see, the side trips, the quaint little mountain villages with narrow winding streets.
I’m reading through the Bible this year as if I’m in a plane going at 500 miles per hour. It’s great to get an overview, it is a wonderful thing to be exposed to so much Scripture, it will be rewarding when I get to the end. At the same time, I see intriguing and inviting side streets that I just don’t have time to go down because I’m in such a hurry to get home. I miss the ability to look up a cross reference, pray over a verse, and just sit and meditate.
For me, reading through the Bible is a helpful discipline, and something I might do every five years. But next year, I’m going to take the long way home.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
A recent conversation got me thinking about how God calls people into ministry. I suppose every pastor senses God’s call differently, coming from different circumstances, having different personalities and influences on his life. Mine was quite sudden and dramatic after 10 years in business.
I resonated with the old saying, “Don’t become a pastor unless you can’t be satisfied doing anything else.” I lost all satisfaction in my daytime job and grew in my interest in the ‘business’ of church, even in the midst of politics, brokenness and dissention in my church at the time.
It is not all dream-come-true. There are challenges and headaches and disappointments. Sometimes I wonder with concern: Am I really ‘called by God,’ or does this profession just line up the most perfectly with my personality’s strengths and weaknesses, fears and aspirations, idols and disciplines?
But I am frequently reassured by the ‘fire shut up in my bones’ from Jeremiah, even if it is not manifest in my life in such vivid display. I was reassured of God’s call this week after a men’s group met at church early one morning and began to disperse. They left one by one, which left me alone in the church as the sun was coming up outside. As the last one left, I simply thought: I’m so glad I get to stay here.
I resonated with the old saying, “Don’t become a pastor unless you can’t be satisfied doing anything else.” I lost all satisfaction in my daytime job and grew in my interest in the ‘business’ of church, even in the midst of politics, brokenness and dissention in my church at the time.
It is not all dream-come-true. There are challenges and headaches and disappointments. Sometimes I wonder with concern: Am I really ‘called by God,’ or does this profession just line up the most perfectly with my personality’s strengths and weaknesses, fears and aspirations, idols and disciplines?
But I am frequently reassured by the ‘fire shut up in my bones’ from Jeremiah, even if it is not manifest in my life in such vivid display. I was reassured of God’s call this week after a men’s group met at church early one morning and began to disperse. They left one by one, which left me alone in the church as the sun was coming up outside. As the last one left, I simply thought: I’m so glad I get to stay here.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
A very close college friend has cancer. He has been battling it for at least five years, and he is only 38 years old. They just went in to see what they could remove, but his midsection was too riddled with cancer to do any good.
As heartbreaking as this is, and as good a friend as he is to me, I still just move on with my life and forget about his mortality…and mine.
I jog on the sidewalk of a busy street, but which is separated by a strip of grass and a bike lane. I feel safe enough. But last week, to avoid a stopped car in front of him, a pickup truck came over the curb, onto the sidewalk right in front of me at about 45 miles per hour. He barely corrected himself and continued down the sidewalk, merging back onto the road when he could in certain embarrassment. My first thought was, “He almost crashed into that car!” It took me a few minutes to realize, “He almost crashed into me!” It is too uncomfortable to dwell on the fact that one of my kids often bikes with me, and in front of me.
Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life (Ps 39:4-5). All this to the end that I may live for you moment by moment, and die for you when my time comes; that I may cling to the cross and forsake all else; that I may gain Christ and be welcomed into his arms; that I may not fear evil and that I may not fear death; that I would trust your sovereignty even as I work out your will with both a sense of duty and delight.
As heartbreaking as this is, and as good a friend as he is to me, I still just move on with my life and forget about his mortality…and mine.
I jog on the sidewalk of a busy street, but which is separated by a strip of grass and a bike lane. I feel safe enough. But last week, to avoid a stopped car in front of him, a pickup truck came over the curb, onto the sidewalk right in front of me at about 45 miles per hour. He barely corrected himself and continued down the sidewalk, merging back onto the road when he could in certain embarrassment. My first thought was, “He almost crashed into that car!” It took me a few minutes to realize, “He almost crashed into me!” It is too uncomfortable to dwell on the fact that one of my kids often bikes with me, and in front of me.
Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life (Ps 39:4-5). All this to the end that I may live for you moment by moment, and die for you when my time comes; that I may cling to the cross and forsake all else; that I may gain Christ and be welcomed into his arms; that I may not fear evil and that I may not fear death; that I would trust your sovereignty even as I work out your will with both a sense of duty and delight.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Growing up, when I came across a word in the Bible I didn’t understand I would skip it. Ok, I still do sometimes. Deut 32:15 says, “Jeshurun grew fat and kicked; filled with food he became heavy and sleek. He abandoned the God who made him.” Jeshurun means “upright one,” and refers to other days when God’s people were obedient.
I confessed in a sermon last weekend my desire to “grow fat” with money—to gain financial security through home equity. I also shared of how I was failing miserably in that goal (as most are) with the drop in the housing market. It sure would be nice to buy low and sell high, pay off my next house, and live the rest of my life without mortgage or rent.
But is that what is best for me? It could be. But I think God knows that if this happened to me I would become “heavy and sleek;” that I would kick against him, that I may abandon the God who made me. I trust I wouldn’t deny my faith, but I may have a complete lack of exercising my faith, because God would appear less central to my survival.
Lord, give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, 'Who is the LORD?' Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God. - Prov 30 8-9
I confessed in a sermon last weekend my desire to “grow fat” with money—to gain financial security through home equity. I also shared of how I was failing miserably in that goal (as most are) with the drop in the housing market. It sure would be nice to buy low and sell high, pay off my next house, and live the rest of my life without mortgage or rent.
But is that what is best for me? It could be. But I think God knows that if this happened to me I would become “heavy and sleek;” that I would kick against him, that I may abandon the God who made me. I trust I wouldn’t deny my faith, but I may have a complete lack of exercising my faith, because God would appear less central to my survival.
Lord, give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, 'Who is the LORD?' Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God. - Prov 30 8-9
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Fire and Brimstone
I read an article about this terrible plane crash a couple weeks ago, where the purpose of the article was to show how the passengers really didn’t have time to suffer and contemplate that they were going to die (about 20 seconds). Several thoughts came to mind as I read this.
First, if you look at your watch for 20 seconds, I would argue that this is a pretty long time. I would argue this would have been the most horrific 20 seconds of their lives as the plane turned upside-down in a nose dive. I shudder to imagine.
Second, the very point of the article is a telling commentary on our culture. We don’t like to think about death, we don’t like to contemplate suffering. So let’s just minimize this, let’s sterilize it by taking away the suffering, and at worst we can briefly think of annihilation, or eternal sleep, and get on with enjoying the peace and comfort of our lives.
A final horrifying thought came to mind: what if this last 20 seconds was much, much better for most of these passengers than the next 20 seconds, and for that matter, all eternity? In the last 20 seconds, there would have been at least hope. But in the next 20 seconds, and 5 minutes, and 2 weeks since, there would be no hope, only the agony of fire, and weeping, and gnashing of teeth.
Why in the world do I think and write about these gruesome thoughts? Because they are true. And because eternity is just around the corner for every one of us. And because one reason for the threat of the curse of hell is to cause the living to take it to heart and seek out heaven through repentance and faith in Jesus.
Father, forgive me when I live for this world and show by my words, thoughts and deeds my disbelief in our continued eternal existence. Praise God for complete forgiveness in Christ, that as with Lazar us he will carry me to your side; and may all who read this seek such forgiveness in him.
First, if you look at your watch for 20 seconds, I would argue that this is a pretty long time. I would argue this would have been the most horrific 20 seconds of their lives as the plane turned upside-down in a nose dive. I shudder to imagine.
Second, the very point of the article is a telling commentary on our culture. We don’t like to think about death, we don’t like to contemplate suffering. So let’s just minimize this, let’s sterilize it by taking away the suffering, and at worst we can briefly think of annihilation, or eternal sleep, and get on with enjoying the peace and comfort of our lives.
A final horrifying thought came to mind: what if this last 20 seconds was much, much better for most of these passengers than the next 20 seconds, and for that matter, all eternity? In the last 20 seconds, there would have been at least hope. But in the next 20 seconds, and 5 minutes, and 2 weeks since, there would be no hope, only the agony of fire, and weeping, and gnashing of teeth.
Why in the world do I think and write about these gruesome thoughts? Because they are true. And because eternity is just around the corner for every one of us. And because one reason for the threat of the curse of hell is to cause the living to take it to heart and seek out heaven through repentance and faith in Jesus.
Father, forgive me when I live for this world and show by my words, thoughts and deeds my disbelief in our continued eternal existence. Praise God for complete forgiveness in Christ, that as with Lazar us he will carry me to your side; and may all who read this seek such forgiveness in him.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Footprints
I’ve never been a big fan of the famous Footprints poem. I don’t know if it is the cheesy factor, or the fact that the artwork of many prints are from the 70s and 80s. Certainly it is the theology—the mistaken conception that sometimes we are walking independently from God (there is a more theologically correct parody some may have heard by Peculiar People).
At the same time, God’s carrying us is one of the most beautiful images of our relationship from Scripture. Moses and Israel look back on God’s deliverance of them from Egypt and Moses says, “There you saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his son” (Deut 1:31). God writes through Isaiah, “I have carried you since birth…I have made you and I will carry you” (Is 46:3).
Still, I wonder why I often feel alone; I often feel as if I am sinking (as King David wrote in Ps 69:1: “Save me, O Lord, for the waters have come up to my neck!”). I was carrying one of my young kids recently in a tight spot. I don’t remember the specifics, maybe it was across a busy intersection. But he was clinging to me with great fear, even though I knew he was perfectly safe. Only later in life, as he matures will he look back and see the (relative) strength of his dad’s arms. God, help me to know that no matter how alone I may feel, I am always safe in your arms.
In his love and mercy he redeemed them; he lifted them up and carried them. - Is 63:9
At the same time, God’s carrying us is one of the most beautiful images of our relationship from Scripture. Moses and Israel look back on God’s deliverance of them from Egypt and Moses says, “There you saw how the Lord your God carried you, as a father carries his son” (Deut 1:31). God writes through Isaiah, “I have carried you since birth…I have made you and I will carry you” (Is 46:3).
Still, I wonder why I often feel alone; I often feel as if I am sinking (as King David wrote in Ps 69:1: “Save me, O Lord, for the waters have come up to my neck!”). I was carrying one of my young kids recently in a tight spot. I don’t remember the specifics, maybe it was across a busy intersection. But he was clinging to me with great fear, even though I knew he was perfectly safe. Only later in life, as he matures will he look back and see the (relative) strength of his dad’s arms. God, help me to know that no matter how alone I may feel, I am always safe in your arms.
In his love and mercy he redeemed them; he lifted them up and carried them. - Is 63:9
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Cold Feet
I crawled into bed last night after a long day, and I was so looking forward to taking a deep breath and just cuddling with my wife. She jokes that she only has about a foot of bed to work with. Ok, it’s not so much a joke. I also have poor circulation, so she regularly warms my toes with her own.
I’ve reflected in recent months that this desire has not always been the case. There have been nights and even extended periods of time where I would be glad to stay on my side of the bed, even with cold toes. Why is this? One reason is summarized in Mt 24:12: “Because lawlessness will be increased, the love of many will grow cold.” We think of the Old West when we hear this old-fashioned word ‘lawlessness,’ but really it just means anything that is contrary to God and godliness. This could be a hidden sin, or a grudge, or selfishness, or anything contrary to pure, Christ-like love and service toward the other.
As I look back on my short marriage, it was those times I was farthest away from God (sometimes living in blatant lawlessness) that my love grew cold. But thank God that he will not leave us there if we are truly his! He ultimately brings a softening and warmth back to our hearts as he leads us in repentance, humility and pursuit of godliness.
How many are currently living with an emotional wall between them and their spouse, with (at least) one out in the cold, adding bricks daily to the wall? God, when this is the case with me, let me know it quickly! Make me sensitive to the dropping temperature and the rising barrier between us. And bring me quickly out of the cold and into the warmth of humility and repentance, a loving relationship—and warm toes.
I’ve reflected in recent months that this desire has not always been the case. There have been nights and even extended periods of time where I would be glad to stay on my side of the bed, even with cold toes. Why is this? One reason is summarized in Mt 24:12: “Because lawlessness will be increased, the love of many will grow cold.” We think of the Old West when we hear this old-fashioned word ‘lawlessness,’ but really it just means anything that is contrary to God and godliness. This could be a hidden sin, or a grudge, or selfishness, or anything contrary to pure, Christ-like love and service toward the other.
As I look back on my short marriage, it was those times I was farthest away from God (sometimes living in blatant lawlessness) that my love grew cold. But thank God that he will not leave us there if we are truly his! He ultimately brings a softening and warmth back to our hearts as he leads us in repentance, humility and pursuit of godliness.
How many are currently living with an emotional wall between them and their spouse, with (at least) one out in the cold, adding bricks daily to the wall? God, when this is the case with me, let me know it quickly! Make me sensitive to the dropping temperature and the rising barrier between us. And bring me quickly out of the cold and into the warmth of humility and repentance, a loving relationship—and warm toes.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Just the Right Time
For a long, repetitive paragraph in Numbers 9, God describes for us how Israel would follow his leading in the cloud. Sometimes they would remain in camp a long time and not set out (v. 19). I wonder how bored those kids got on long summer afternoons, struggling to come up with a creative game in the desert. At other times, they would stay only one day and set out the next morning to follow the cloud (v. 21). It was not only tedious but also hard work (11:1), meticulously setting up, then tearing down the tents and furnishings, hoisting them on their backs for yet another journey—“here we go again,” I can almost hear them say.
Sometimes God’s timing seems so arbitrary, so capricious for Israel—and so too for us. How long it took me to find a job after seminary. The timing and frequency of sinus infections. How long it takes a child to be potty-trained. The number of years I pray for a family member. The length of time it takes God to work out any given problem or complication.
Rom 5:6 says, “At just the right time…Christ died for the ungodly.” In what way was it just the right time? We don’t exactly know. For Simeon it must have seemed awfully late. It is frustrating sometimes not to have all the answers, and not to understand fully the mystery of interaction between God’s sovereign plan and man’s responsibilities. But it is unbelievably comforting to believe in a sovereign God who has set all times and dates (Acts 1:7), who has numbered our hairs and our days, who has ordained all things, and yes—who does so at just the right time.
Sometimes God’s timing seems so arbitrary, so capricious for Israel—and so too for us. How long it took me to find a job after seminary. The timing and frequency of sinus infections. How long it takes a child to be potty-trained. The number of years I pray for a family member. The length of time it takes God to work out any given problem or complication.
Rom 5:6 says, “At just the right time…Christ died for the ungodly.” In what way was it just the right time? We don’t exactly know. For Simeon it must have seemed awfully late. It is frustrating sometimes not to have all the answers, and not to understand fully the mystery of interaction between God’s sovereign plan and man’s responsibilities. But it is unbelievably comforting to believe in a sovereign God who has set all times and dates (Acts 1:7), who has numbered our hairs and our days, who has ordained all things, and yes—who does so at just the right time.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Calvinism? Shhhhh
When I first became a Christian, I wanted to share Christ. Several years later when I was involved in a particular church ministry, I wanted to share the Five Points of Calvinism (Don’t know what this is? Ask me off-line). It seemed to answer so many questions of Scripture and of my own life. It made sense, it was helpful in many ways…and it filled me with pride.
“This group is not theologically correct,” “That book is ok, but it’s not that sharp because the author doesn’t hold to this system of belief.” Slowly I’ve recognized my pride, as well as the fact that the Five Points is not the only grid through which to interpret Scripture. And as a result the pendulum has swung again. I rarely explicitly teach the so-called Five Points. Only when someone brings it up will I respond, and even then I will often state the dangers of latching onto and espousing a system rather than a Savior.
But at times I believe I’m holding on for another ride. As I see how people relate to one another, respond to one another’s sin, express some form of judgment or receive criticism, I’m reminded of the immense foundational value of the first point: Total Depravity. David writes in Ps 40:12: “For troubles without number surround me…” What kind of troubles? His own sin. Wow. David continues: “…my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see.” How often our sin obscures our sight and our judgment (usually not of others, but ironically of our own sinful condition). “They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails within me.”
When was the last time I was so aware of my own sin that I could say, “My heart fails within me!” If I was more aware of my sin, what affect would it have on the way I confront others? How I accept correction? How I respond to hardship? How I serve my wife? To what extent I look for good in others in order to praise them? How thankful I am for Christ? How urgently I see the need to share this with others?
God, troubles without number surround me. My trouble, in fact, is me. Help me to see it, and help me to see my Savior’s solution.
“This group is not theologically correct,” “That book is ok, but it’s not that sharp because the author doesn’t hold to this system of belief.” Slowly I’ve recognized my pride, as well as the fact that the Five Points is not the only grid through which to interpret Scripture. And as a result the pendulum has swung again. I rarely explicitly teach the so-called Five Points. Only when someone brings it up will I respond, and even then I will often state the dangers of latching onto and espousing a system rather than a Savior.
But at times I believe I’m holding on for another ride. As I see how people relate to one another, respond to one another’s sin, express some form of judgment or receive criticism, I’m reminded of the immense foundational value of the first point: Total Depravity. David writes in Ps 40:12: “For troubles without number surround me…” What kind of troubles? His own sin. Wow. David continues: “…my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see.” How often our sin obscures our sight and our judgment (usually not of others, but ironically of our own sinful condition). “They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails within me.”
When was the last time I was so aware of my own sin that I could say, “My heart fails within me!” If I was more aware of my sin, what affect would it have on the way I confront others? How I accept correction? How I respond to hardship? How I serve my wife? To what extent I look for good in others in order to praise them? How thankful I am for Christ? How urgently I see the need to share this with others?
God, troubles without number surround me. My trouble, in fact, is me. Help me to see it, and help me to see my Savior’s solution.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
This morning I overheard one of my kids speak to another with shocking indignation and self-righteousness. It was something like the next-door neighbors on Christmas Vacation, if you can think back to last month. As I talked to him about it, attempting to deal with his heart, I realized that I am no different. I’m only better at masking it and putting it in such a way that doesn’t so clearly implicate myself.
In one of Jesus’ parables, a servant has been forgiven a huge sum of money, then he goes out and demands a small amount owed to him by another servant. It is striking that these are fellow servants, who are arguing strongly over a piddly matter when something huge and wonderful has just taken place.
The same is true in our relationship with God. When we forget the Gospel, we become blind to the debt we owed and the forgiveness we have received; and looking around horizontally we turn and compare ourselves (favorably) to others.
God, help me to wake up every day thinking of you. Help me to go throughout the day deeply aware of the debt I owed you that I could not pay. And help me to lay down at night amazed at the eternal hope that is mine through the work of Christ.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Jesus' Best Friend
We can’t know for sure, but I think Jesus and John the Baptist were really good friends. After all, they were cousins, and John was excited about Jesus even before he was born (Lk 1:41). If they and their moms were that excited about what was going on, can we imagine they wouldn’t take every opportunity to hang out growing up? Wow, to be Jesus’ boyhood playmate.
As an adult, John the Baptist is murdered for speaking out against an ungodly relationship (Mt 14:4). This is fascinating in and of itself. There is such a movement in the church to listen to unbelievers (and we should), and respect unbelievers (and we should), that we forget we are also stewards of truth and bearers of an unalterable standard that is good for the world to hear as an essential part of the gospel.
Upon John’s murder his disciples go and tell Jesus; Jesus hears this and immediately withdrawals to an isolated place. No one has known the mind of God, but Jesus was somehow both already aware of this murder (as fully God), and at the same time shocked and heartbroken (as fully man). Like the rest of us, he too needed to get away, he needed to grieve, he needed to recharge, he needed to be with his Father. He was spent.
But the crowds followed him, and upon seeing them he had compassion on them, healing their sick, feeding them, and providing for their needs.
I confess, too often as a pastor you work hard, pour yourself out, come home late; you are ready to crash and receive love, and the phone rings. Or the doorbell. But God will always give strength to do what he calls you to do. He always equips for the tasks he has ahead. In fact, in some sense I believe the pastor (and any friend for that matter) should be recharged through listening, loving, counseling, praying for someone in need—God, make it so for me!
As an adult, John the Baptist is murdered for speaking out against an ungodly relationship (Mt 14:4). This is fascinating in and of itself. There is such a movement in the church to listen to unbelievers (and we should), and respect unbelievers (and we should), that we forget we are also stewards of truth and bearers of an unalterable standard that is good for the world to hear as an essential part of the gospel.
Upon John’s murder his disciples go and tell Jesus; Jesus hears this and immediately withdrawals to an isolated place. No one has known the mind of God, but Jesus was somehow both already aware of this murder (as fully God), and at the same time shocked and heartbroken (as fully man). Like the rest of us, he too needed to get away, he needed to grieve, he needed to recharge, he needed to be with his Father. He was spent.
But the crowds followed him, and upon seeing them he had compassion on them, healing their sick, feeding them, and providing for their needs.
I confess, too often as a pastor you work hard, pour yourself out, come home late; you are ready to crash and receive love, and the phone rings. Or the doorbell. But God will always give strength to do what he calls you to do. He always equips for the tasks he has ahead. In fact, in some sense I believe the pastor (and any friend for that matter) should be recharged through listening, loving, counseling, praying for someone in need—God, make it so for me!
Jesus' Best Friend
We can’t know for sure, but I think Jesus and John the Baptist were really good friends. After all, they were cousins, and John was excited about Jesus even before he was born (Lk 1:41). If they and their moms were that excited about what was going on, can we imagine they wouldn’t take every opportunity to hang out growing up? Wow, to be Jesus’ boyhood playmate.
As an adult, John the Baptist is murdered for speaking out against an ungodly relationship (Mt 14:4). This is fascinating in and of itself. There is such a movement in the church to listen to unbelievers (and we should), and respect unbelievers (and we should), that we forget we are also stewards of truth and bearers of an unalterable standard that is good for the world to hear as an essential part of the gospel.
Upon John’s murder his disciples go and tell Jesus; Jesus hears this and immediately withdrawals to an isolated place. No one has known the mind of God, but Jesus was somehow both already aware of this murder (as fully God), and at the same time shocked and heartbroken (as fully man). Like the rest of us, he too needed to get away, he needed to grieve, he needed to recharge, he needed to be with his Father. He was spent.
But the crowds followed him, and upon seeing them he had compassion on them, healing their sick, feeding them, and providing for their needs.
I confess, too often as a pastor you work hard, pour yourself out, come home late; you are ready to crash and receive love, and the phone rings. Or the doorbell. But God will always give strength to do what he calls you to do. He always equips for the tasks he has ahead. In fact, in some sense I believe the pastor (and any friend for that matter) should be recharged through listening, loving, counseling, praying for someone in need—God, make it so for me!
As an adult, John the Baptist is murdered for speaking out against an ungodly relationship (Mt 14:4). This is fascinating in and of itself. There is such a movement in the church to listen to unbelievers (and we should), and respect unbelievers (and we should), that we forget we are also stewards of truth and bearers of an unalterable standard that is good for the world to hear as an essential part of the gospel.
Upon John’s murder his disciples go and tell Jesus; Jesus hears this and immediately withdrawals to an isolated place. No one has known the mind of God, but Jesus was somehow both already aware of this murder (as fully God), and at the same time shocked and heartbroken (as fully man). Like the rest of us, he too needed to get away, he needed to grieve, he needed to recharge, he needed to be with his Father. He was spent.
But the crowds followed him, and upon seeing them he had compassion on them, healing their sick, feeding them, and providing for their needs.
I confess, too often as a pastor you work hard, pour yourself out, come home late; you are ready to crash and receive love, and the phone rings. Or the doorbell. But God will always give strength to do what he calls you to do. He always equips for the tasks he has ahead. In fact, in some sense I believe the pastor (and any friend for that matter) should be recharged through listening, loving, counseling, praying for someone in need—God, make it so for me!
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
What Kind of God Would God Be?
My daughter Bailey asked me yesterday, "Why did God make Adam eat the fruit in the garden?" Unfortunately, the technical answer that God is not the author of sin did not satisfy her. How interesting that a six year old can ask one of the most profound questions known to man—question of the existence of evil. There have been many helpful answers over the centuries, the most recent being Keller’s Reason for God.
I came across one answer (not original) in the Psalms today: “For the sake of your name, O Lord, forgive my iniquity, though it is great.” God is beautiful, glorious, and powerful; but there is a sense that he is more beautiful, glorious and powerful because he rescues, because he forgives sins, because he saves.
It would be a valuable exercise to contemplate how the Bible would be different without the praise of God for his salvation—there would be no Song of Moses, no Magnificat, no Song of the Lamb in Revelation. Most of the Psalms would disappear, much of Romans, and of course the entirety of the Gospels.
No, I’d rather not go through that exercise at all, and just turn back to praising God for separating my sin as far as the east is from the west.
I came across one answer (not original) in the Psalms today: “For the sake of your name, O Lord, forgive my iniquity, though it is great.” God is beautiful, glorious, and powerful; but there is a sense that he is more beautiful, glorious and powerful because he rescues, because he forgives sins, because he saves.
It would be a valuable exercise to contemplate how the Bible would be different without the praise of God for his salvation—there would be no Song of Moses, no Magnificat, no Song of the Lamb in Revelation. Most of the Psalms would disappear, much of Romans, and of course the entirety of the Gospels.
No, I’d rather not go through that exercise at all, and just turn back to praising God for separating my sin as far as the east is from the west.
Friday, January 2, 2009
My Time Machine
I’m reminded everywhere of the brevity of life. Scripture says that, "All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall.” My kids are growing up before my eyes; everyone says, “Enjoy these years, because they will be gone soon.” I know they are right, but I can't slow them down.
And what's sad is that often I want to speed them up. The chaos is difficult—the diapers, the dirty faces, the high maintenance. (Of course, the physical demands will only transition to emotional demands in later years, but I can’t fully appreciate that yet.)
Even though it is a difficult period, I’m sad to see my kids transition from infant to toddler, from boy to young man. But I have a new trick that helps me to drink in these days as if from a fire hydrant. This may sound strange to most, but perhaps young parents can identify and appreciate this thought.
What I do is I imagine that I’m 50 or 60 years old, and that Bailey (for example) is a beautiful young woman who is married and has moved away. This isn’t hard to do, since life is flying by and will be here before I know it. In my imagination, how much money would I give to go back in time once more and carry that cute little 6-year old around on my back again? How much would I give to pick up that 40 pounder, and tickle her, and wrestle with her, and cuddle on the couch? I imagine how quiet the house is, how mature she looks as an adult; I imagine how the days are gone that we played tag, and soccer and rode bikes (remember Father of the Bride?).
Then the magic comes when I snap out of the future, and there she is! Ready for that, and much more.
When I remember it is not my job to hold on to her, but to prepare her for adulthood; when I realize how short these years are and how they are flying by—then these moments, yes full of physical fatigue, a messy house and a weed infested yard, these moments are as magical as traveling back in time.
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