The King is Coming

                                         

   
     We had just been to the actual site where Jesus would have entered the city walls on a donkey.  Soon after we went to the Holocaust museum of Israel.  It may not be Palm Sunday yet, but I've been hearing those words, "The King is Coming" in my mind since our guide in Israel took us to the entrance to the Holocaust Museum and shrugged his shoulders.  A Jewish Christian, he talked about how we must remember history and know that it repeats itself.  That we must do what we can to avoid that, but to know that whatever happens on earth, to know that the King is Coming.

     In the museum, where there were no pictures allowed, I saw an inscription taken from a Holocaust survivor, saying something to the effect of, "Though there was so much suffering, there was a certain happiness even there among us who follow the Christ."  They knew the King is coming and that they had Him with them even there.  Yes, even there.

     I read an article lately that pierced my soul about how a huge number of German Christians supported Hitler and how there was no uprising among Christians as the horrors of the concentration camps became known.  Of course there was the media blitz whitewashing the truth, and there was probably the element of fear if they spoke out.   But the fact remains.

     Today, I see Christians take views of today's political situation from all points of view - protect unborn babies on one side, protect the minorities and refugees on the other.  What can we do about the state of the world?  What should we do?   I saw layers upon layers of civilizations in Israel.  Here today, gone tomorrow.  Ancient opulent fortresses, remains of cities once flourishing,  those kings and subjects long gone.  The sermon series of Ecclesiastes we're in brings to mind the lament of Solomon describing life as "Meaningless, meaningless, " though he had everything under the sun.  In one of these sermons we learned  that meaningless can actually be translated as fleeting.  I'm studying Isaiah, with whole peoples being warned, but then destroyed.

     I've been pondering all this for days,  and I think about the traveling we've been so fortunate to be able to do.  Who would have thought it - two schoolteachers traveling the world?  Is it because we have been blessed - why us? - when my friend is in the hospital facing maybe her 30th or so surgery? Why us when refugees are fleeing persecution in far parts of the world that I come near in a tour bus?

    But in the quiet of this morning, the King came to me once again.  He whispered through the words of one of my favorite writers, Anne Voskamp.  In the journey of her devotional, Abundant Life, she also ponders some of these type of thoughts.  She writes about the second time in the Story of the Bible, where we see Jesus weep, where pain breaks Him, and "as the palm branches wave, our God weeps:  when Jesus approached Jerusalem, He wept over it and said, 'If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace'..."  And I think surely He is looking down from heaven saying the same thing even now.

     Anne Voskamp writes and I piece together sentences that jump off the page of her book, The Abundant Life:  "If only you had known what would bring you peace...We want more comfort, and He offers us a cross. We want more position, and He offers us purpose.  We want more ease, and He offers us eternity...Don't believe things can change?  Just look at Palm Sunday, to Good Friday, to Resurrection Sunday.  Always believe, always keep hoping things can change....There are days when Christ comes to me in ways that look as lowly as coming on a donkey, and I'm the fool who doesn't recognize how God comes.  He enters every moment the way He chooses and this is always the choice:  wave a palm or a hammer...Maybe the call of Holy Week is simply about carrying your own daily cross...The cosmic truth sealed in the wounds of the broken God is that the greatest brokers of abundance know an unspoken broken...What makes us feel the most disqualified for the abundant life is actually what makes us feel most qualified.  It's the broken and the limping, the wounded and the scarred...that may know best where to run with wounds.  It's only the broken who know how our broken wounds can be the very best cracked, thin places that reveal God...and allow us to feel safe holding His hand.  Those who've known an unspoken broken can speak the most real healing.  Stay weak and dependent.  This is how you stay strong with God. "

     She then brings Romans 8:28 alive, how God can miraculously us ALL things, even the bad and the suffering for good:  " and this Holy Week, there's the woman who wipes the drool from her father's chin and carries him down the hall to the toliet.  And the mothers who lays down bit of her life to wash the bowls and underwear of the teenager calling her a whore.  And the missionary in the jungle, in a brothel, in slum, and nobody applauds.... Maybel the realest sacrifices of praise are not the ones shouted at the beginning of Holy Week, but the secret, sacred rites that are gifts of praise given back to Him, gifts to Him and the world, offered with no thought of return on the investment, just given where the only spotlight is His light, and your one flaming heart."

    And she ends the chapter on Palm Sunday with this bit of pure poetry: "The way to worship Christ is more than raising your hands like you're waving palm branches:  it's stretching your arms like you're formed like a cross."

   And I get my answer to my churning heart this morning, though it is still Lent, though the air is still cold, though the birds are just beginning to know it's spring:  to simply be the light in my little circle of the world.  To choose to wave palm branches instead of a hammer.  And know that maybe I don't have to have politics and world affairs all figured out.  That unlike Ahaz in the 7th chapter of Isaiah who refused to trust even though God had promised Him safety and in story after story in the bible, that we can trust Him...the King is coming.  That He wants our dependence, not our self-reliance in having everything figured out.  That righteousness comes not from being perfect or knowing how to save the world as we know it, but it comes from just walking with Him - taking our daily marching order to love where we can, make a difference where we can - but doing it always knowing He will place those opportunities like palm branches before us - and that no matter what suffering we are riding into on our own lowly donkeys of potential or present suffering. we can know...THE KING IS COMING!

Re-membering

         

     Yes, He does still speak.  Maybe not audibly.  But He speaks clearly in the sunrise, the silent snowfall, the smile of a friend, in His promises in the Word, and in the lives of His saints. Yes, He speaks.   

     Often I sit in the early morning light and read His Word.  And sometimes there is a subtle shift in my heart, or even an a-ha when the ears of my heart suddenly open.  It's beyond explanation but this morning I heard these words:  He remembers His covenant forever, the promise He made for a thousand generations.  Ps. 105:8.  

     Yes, sometimes I just read His Word, but today I heard these words in my heart.  I am drawn up short as I read that verse  in the middle of a devotional by Anne Voskamp from the Way of Abundance.  I breathe in the meaning.  And then I grieve for those whose have encountered those promises - maybe in a church service, or when scanning the radio stations in the car - but who haven't breathed them in - who may have considered them as part of their culture, even their Sunday routine, but haven't made them theirs - who, as they meet the things in life that break us all, forget them as they desperately try to hold themselves together on their own.  

    As a little girl sitting in Catholic church, I believe I heard the whisper of His Word even though I couldn't really make out the full message.   I loved church and took the bible off the shelf where it sat at home and tried to make sense of the directives in the Proverbs even as an early reader.  But it wasn't until a Young Life meeting in high school where I began to hear the Word preached by a young college student leader who applied them in a way that high schoolers could understand...and they they suddenly came alive to me.  I'll never forget the first prayer I prayed that wasn't a pre-written one for me, where I really talked to God and said, "Let my life be a prayer."  Over the years, there have been times where I got in the way of hearing them, looking more at my circumstances  horizontally so that I didn't spend enough time reaching up vertically.  But even when my own self-talk drowned out a message He had for me - and still does oftentimes - I can honestly say, He has never left me.  I know if I but wait He will speak to me again and my heart will be whole. 

     This morning He speaks to me further in words from Anne Voskamp's experience that suddenly shout at me in the dim light:    When life breaks our hearts, goes ahead and breaks parts and members of us - there are moments that can re-member us, that can put the parts and members of bits of our hearts back together again.  

     This psalm I read at the brink of day re-members me and arms me for the journey.  No matter what the day, the month, the year holds for me - whatever joy or sorrow - He remembers me.  He has kept His promises to me on my small journey on this planet - just as He did to the Israelites, and to Mary when stunned by her virgin pregnancy, and to the Ephesians, and the Corinthians, and to any of us today who will still themselves long enough to listen.  

    As I re-member this morning, I think back to times when His promises to never leave me were all I had to cling to.  And He brought me through, every time.  And I became better, not bitter, as was once my tendency.  Remembering this morning truly does re-member me - and  the chips of my heart that are broken even now are glued back into place with the gentle touch of trust and hope.

     And then I read these words as I continue on in my reading:  The great challenge of faith is holding onto hope after you've lost your naivete... The art of living lies in the balance of holding on - and letting go because He's holding on to you.  He's holding on to everything... Hold on to His promises.  Let go into His plan.  

    And, despite the state of the world, and the aches of unanswered prayers, and the ache in my back, I go into this day re-membered.  

Re-membering

Take heart, I have overcome the world,

Though in this world there will be trouble.

These words come to me once more

Forming like a vaporous bubble...

That slows me in my random thoughts

Clawing to make sense

Of the suffering of this world,

Sometimes vague, sometimes intense.

And in the remembering of all the times

He has come to me in the dark,

When prayer was all I had

And He empowered me to embark...

On a journey back to wholeness, 

Putting the pieces of my heart

Back together in the re-membering,

He's done this from the start...

From when I first started listening

Not just holding Him as a belief,

But heard His words as a promise,

A place to go for relief.

And I pray now for those

Who might not yet know this hope,

Who are struggling with the things of life,

Trying on their own to cope.

With the recent diagnosis,

Or the heartache of abuse,

Or the fear of tomorrow's bills

Or anxiety tightening like a noose.

I pray that their ears 

Might be opened to His Word,

That they will recognize them

As the best they've ever heard.

And my heart slows its throbbing 

Ache for for those who ache,

And rests in the assurance

He will keep offering til they take. 

For I stop and still to think

Of all my prayers that have been heard,

And I remember now and trust

That I can take Him at His word. 

   

The Gift in the Darkness

                                              

                                    Merry Christmas from the Schlimpert's  

                                                                                   

While I sit here with tree lighting my little world, with the gloom outside, but inside held in the cocoon of my abundance, with little dog snoozing on my couch and hot coffee warming my belly, and fire blazing strongly, the gloom of the world seems away for the moment.  The family I’ve been blessed with smiles beautifully from the Christmas cards ready to send.  But the world still encroaches upon even this blessed world – I’m praying for worries I know lie behind those smiling faces of my loved ones.  And deep also in my belly is the anxiety of knowing the plight of so many people suffering outside (am I doing your will, Lord?), of meeting the small but many obligations of my day before the energy runs out (when am I going to get those cards out?), of the thousand ways we all “suffer brave” in the words of my Advent devotional this morning.  And the gloom creeps inside as I read the reason for the small but deeply buried inside angst that must be fought even in the midst of blessings.  Anne Voskamp in her Advent devotional The Greatest Gift – Unwrapping the Full Love Story of Christmas has the words to catch that small but deep buried hole within: 

   

 No one knows how your heart quakes a bit inside.  At how headlines hit too close, how in the blink on an ordinary day, it could be one you love bloodied by a crash or getting chemo pumped through the veins…The economy crumbles away under your feet.  People fail. Dreams fail.  You feel like you fail.  Some days it’s hard not to panic and to weep for all that isn’t.  For all that you aren’t…But in the barrenness of winter we are offered a gift we must always carry close:  rejoicing in the Lord happens while we still struggle in the now…As the cold can move you deeper toward the fire, struggling can move you deeper toward God, who warms you with joy.  Struggling can deepen joy.  Even though.  Even now.  And even though (as Habakkuk reminds us) there are days when the fig trees have no blossoms and the Christmas tree aches a bit empty, and there seem to be no struggle-free days, even though I fail, even though so much fails – even now I will rejoice in the Lord.  The secret of joy is always a matter of focus:  a resolute focusing on the Father, not on the fears.  All fear is but the notion that God’s love ends.  When does He ever end?  When you can’t touch bottom is when you touch the depths of God…I can be joyful in the God of my salvation.  Re-joys, re-joice.  Hasn’t He already unequivocally earned trust?  You can take your hands off your life – you don’t have to try to save it.  Behold Him everywhere, and be held.  Though the fig tree does not blossom – His love always does.  Count, recount gifts: rejoice, re-joys.  A song of thanks steadies everything…Brilliant people don’t deny the dark; they are the ones who never stop looking for His light in everything.

 I read those words and the angst that often rises within me is named – it is the way of the world.  “In this world there will be trouble, but rejoice, I have overcome the world.”  And the lights of the tree – the tree that is here because we are celebrating the tree that the baby came to save us on – the baby the world celebrates even if they don’t know Him. 

And the gloom once again retreats.  The light shines in the darkness.  It shines into the barrenness of my soul that has begun once again to focus on the world around me, and feel the need of being saved – and I do rejoice.  I am able find re-joys in the blessings and chase away the to-dos and the worries, and just walk into the day held.  Like a psalm that begins with David’s cries for help and ends with the realization of God with him, God with us, Emmanuel, holds my heart for a minute this morning before I start the scramble back into the world.  And once again Anne Voskamp’s words describes the Christmas gift I am unwrapping once more this morning – a gift that never stops giving any morning, any moment, if I but take time to sit down and unwrap it: 

 Forsake the fairy tales for the story that is history:  this king from backwater Bethlehem is the true and the real once and still coming King – the King of humanity’s memory. There is your winter wonderland set up on the cosmic stage:  the Son sent in through the fallen kingdom, born into a barn to wrest the forces from the pit and woo the world back to life.  And on Calvary, evil corners the Son, iron spikes the King to the tree – only to have Light shatter the dark and the King fling off the rotting grave clothes and rise.  The unexpected Bethlehem King is the one coming again to rule the earth and make all the sad things untrue.  And like the angels singing the night that humanity witnesses the King-God inhale earth air into His lungs you can feel it:  “joy beyond the walls of the world.”  And the very trees of the world are going to dance and clap their hands.  The King is coming, and the new Kingdom is stirring. And stirring in you.  When the King rules your world, you cease to rule or worry.  All worry dethrones God.  For we can remember – there is a King born in Bethlehem and on the throne – and you can breathe.  There are lights on Christmas trees blinking in living rooms in cities and small towns – and the lights on all the trees dance.

If we but seek hard to remember the lights are all for the coming King, then the darkness recedes again and we remember we walk in the light.

Joy to the world.  The Lord is come!!!  Let earth receive her King.  Let every heart prepares Him room.  And heaven and earth rejoice.

May you hear the words of the carols anew this year.  Joy to your world. 

The Gift in the Darkness

Into the darkness the baby comes

The light showed the way.

The shepherds and the wise man

Came to behold the blessed day.

The darkness still surrounds us

The headlines penetrate our hearts.

The dailyness of living wearies us

Right from morning’s start.

In this world there must be trouble.

But He has given us the light,

The way to walk in the darkness

That in its midst will make all things right.

The peace that passes understanding

Is the gift that we behold.

But we often look right past it

As our hearts in the dark run cold.

We must listen to the carols

And the hymns written to the Light.

And must take time to unwrap the goodness

That can shine in the midst of the night.

The government is on His shoulders.

So we can rest in the call

To pass the gift to others

Although it seems so small.

In three years of manhood, that

Babe grew to spread the message far and wide

His light has come.

It’s the reason why He died.

With the tree at Christmas,

We remember the one that held him in the dark.

We must remember the meaning of Christmas

The babe that lit the spark

Of the light that has come to the world.

It’s the gift that holds the light.

Spread it to those around us

It’s our hope of making all things right.

              

-        By Sherrill Schlimpert

Christmas 2018  

Joy Comes in the Mourning?

                                               
       

   Weeping may stay for the night,  but joy comes in the morning.

    

   Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me; Lord, be my help... You turned my wailing 

   into dancing.  (Psalm 30)

                                           
                             

                                       

          Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.   (James 1:2,3)

This  morning at the Women's Retreat at our church with speaker Jen Wilkins, the words   

morning and mourning jumped off the screen to me as we gathered in worship.  The worship was pure joy for me at least, and for many other women from what I could tell by the looks on their upturned faces, voices lifted in harmony, and hands raised in emotion to heaven.   It was a time of worship with nothing else to do for the moment but to focus on His beauty and mercy and goodness.  Surely this is going to be some of what heaven is like; time to worship freely with nothing but joy bursting like a sunrise inside of you with sounds you could listen to forever.   

     But of course, focused worship may only be for the moment here on earth.  And, as I return home, to clothes that need to be washed, furniture that needs to be dusted, supper that needs to be cooked, and the dog that needs letting out, I choose to spend just a few more moments in worship through the power of the pen.  I choose to let the rest go for now - well, I did let the dog out - and crystallize this moment in time where I have a blissfully quiet house and can reflect on the Word and worship that was so artfully presented this morning.

     As I reflect on those two words and verses I wonder, seriously, does joy come in the morning...after mourning?  Can we really consider it pure joy when we face trials of many kinds, knowing that the testing of it will develop perseverance?  Is that the only way to grow?  Is that the answer to the age-old question of "Why does God allow suffering?" ... so that we develop perseverance?  Isn't there any other way to grow?

    Maybe not...  Maybe it is through mourning that we mature.  It could be mourning for  words spoken in anger, for the loss of a loved one,  for a job that is less than perfect, for the house that never seems to stay straightened, for the pain in the midst of the marriage that you thought would complete you, for the mistakes of the past, for the unfulfillment of a dream.  Mourning can come in many packages.  Mourning comes with life, just as the sun rises every morning.  There will be a time to mourn for all of us.  Major mourning, and minor mourning.  But mourning never-the-less.  

    We learned this morning of such mourning as we looked at the stories of three women in the bible:  Rahab, who was considered a no-account for her prostitution that was more than likely not of her choosing; Leah, who never felt like enough next to her beautiful sister Rachel and was thrown into a loveless marriage; and Sarah, who spent her life childless until she was "as good as dead".   All three were mentioned in the Hebrews 11 Christian "Hall of Fame".  In fact,  every person listed in Hebrews 11 endured a time of mourning.  All of them "did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance...Instead they were longing for a better country - a heavenly one."  (Hebrews 11:13, 16) 

     Right from the start of His revealed Word, God is presented to us as a Resurrection God,  one who created the morning and brought the joy from the mourning of  Sarah, and Abraham, and Leah, and Rahab, whether in heaven or earth.  Theirs were all resurrection stories.  

     Can that not bring a joy to us even within our present mourning - the deep, abiding belief that one day all will be right?   It may be a lifetime of waiting - as for Sarah and Abraham, or 40 years as for the Israelites, or for the endless years of waiting to be rescued by Rahab, or for the declaration of  being cancer-free after rounds of debilitating chemo, or for the tension release of finally being given the strength of granting forgiveness for a real offense well up in you after the bitter taste of unforgiveness that continued  too long without release.  Or sometimes it is never alright on earth; only in heaven will we receive healing. 

   But can that joy somehow be here on earth even when deeply buried by mourning that seems to continue forever?  

     It  took me many years to understand that joy in the midst of unwelcome circumstances.  I am still growing in faith to be able to recognize it is there when I'm thrown into the pit of mourning on this earth.   But just as the sun rises each morning, I believe there is always the joy of being able to possess the peace that passes understanding  whether in heaven or on earth.  And I will keep seeking it - through the Son who brings the joy of the morning to each of us who seek Him with all our might.  

Joy Comes in the Mourning?

Consider it joy?  Lord, even this?

I wonder if I'll ever again feel bliss. 

I'm cold and numb, I can't find my way.

Will I even survive another day?

Joy comes in the morning? 

Will I ever see the dawn?

Darkness seems to be in all 

  the cards I've drawn.

I can't see past the pit

And though I'm sure of it,

My faith seems just in my head.

All I can feel is dread.  

Yet, now that I grow still

I begin to feel a trill 

Of a dim song deep within

That I've heard through thick and thin.  

I remember this faint melody 

Buried way down deep inside of me.
Then despite this pain,
I begin to gain

A perspective on which to lean.
And  I begin to slowly glean
That You are there, You are there!
You've promised that you care.
You have always been where

My greatest needs rise.
How can I but surmise
That You will use this for my good?
No matter how I could

Imagine the outcome... 
What I want or something from
The pit of hell to torment me.
What is the worst that could be?
Will I ever be free

Of the pain that is real?
It's all I can feel.
Yet I know, yes I know
That though the hurt is slow
To recede
You are all that I need. 

And this mourning deep inside
Will cause me to abide
Until that day on earth or above
That I once again feel the joy of your love.

For now in the night
I wait in my plight
Knowing the morning always comes
With the joy that is from
You who holds the light
And will deliver us from the night.
Joy comes through the mourning.
                       -Sherrill Schlimpert

             

      

LIGHT in the Darkness

      On this quiet winter night, I finally have slowed down enough after the holidays to write what has become my semi-annual blog.  It's been mulling in my mind for the past month like aging wine.   My thoughts keep being drawn to one word.  It seems that's the way God talks to me.  A word comes to my attention that I keep noticing.   This time it's Light.  The word light.   Somehow I just began to notice the concept of light which seemed to give me pause. I began to notice a message forming in my mind whenever I would see the Christmas lights on the houses and mantles and trees.  But that wasn't all.  I kept noticing it.  There was the star of Bethlehem.  And the shepherds who the glory of the Lord shone about them.  And the Magic Tree at church.  And the advent candles lit one by one.

     John tells us that "Through Him all things were made...In Him was life, and that life was the light of men.  The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness has not understood it."  John 1: 3 -5. Jesus himself uses the word light often:  "Believe in the light while you have the light, so that you may become children of light. " John 12:36

      Shouldn't children of light notice the light?   I think now on the miracle that light is.  A sunrise.  The moon.  The flame of an open fire.  A beam of sunlight streaming in through the window.  The rainbow that forms as the hose watering flowers hits the light just right on summer day.  The child born out of the womb of darkness into the light of day.  And even though scientists have found a way to harness electricity - the electric light is still a marvel.
   
     Can we understand any of these?  Do we become so accustomed to the light that our hearts are darkened to the miracle of it?   Are we children of light that have become entitled to its luxury?

     Yet, we all have known darkness.  Darkness in the night.  Darkness in the wrestling of our soul.  Darkness in evil and hate and sickness, hurt and suffering and bullying and persecution.  Darkness in betrayal and disappointment, in politics, in crime and broken relationships.

     But when goodness and beauty and light prevail, even for a moment,  why are we not amazed and thankful?   Or have our eyes become accustomed to the darkness?   Do we even seek the light?  The true Light?  Or just shadows that momentarily satisfy?  Do we  only seek the thrill of man-made lights in a sports stadium or a rock band's strobe or the flicker of the latest blockbuster movie screen?

     There are many glimpses of light and goodness on this earth that give us a taste of heaven.  For it is only God who created light out of darkness.  "The earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep... And God said, "Let there be light and there was light.  God saw that the light was good and He separated the light from darkness."  Genesis 1: 2-4.  In 2 Corinthians 4:6 we're told,  "For God who said, "Let the light shine out of darkness, made the light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God's glory displayed in the face of Christ."

     And His Son said clearly,  "I am the light of the world."

     How many sunsets and sunrises do I not stop to see because I am scurrying around with my heart and plans attached to the dark earth?   How many times do my thoughts turn dark because I am not looking to the One who is the light?   How many times is the true Light dimmed against lights of the tv or computer or phone screen that my eyes are glued to?

     Having just been in the dark pit of lethargy and lack of  any zest for life that sinus infections always seem to throw me into, I am especially sensitive to the light of health right now - so thankful to be feeling life.  Any spark of joy, of appreciation, of comfort is like a ray of sunshine permeating the gray of sickness that dulls the senses.  Yet, I know this was just a semi-darkness -  many in this world are in their own types of  smothering darkness -  suffering from black clouds that are emotional, relational, financial or physical.  And yet, without darkness would the light shine as bright?

     Years ago the motivational speaker Zig Ziglar suggested the concept of go-lights. That whenever we stopped at a stoplight, it would be the time to give a green light in our mind to some positive thoughts.  Positive thoughts can certainly add a pre-dawn type of light to the world but they are night-lights compared to the glory of the Lord.  In first Peter 2:9 we are told that we are "a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light."   Shouldn't  that give us cause to have the light of joy in our hearts even on the darkest day?

     For 2 Peter 1:19 also cautions us that "we also have the prophetic message as something completely reliable, and you will do well to pay attention to it, as to a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawns, and the morning star rises in your hearts."  In the midst of all the rancor and hate and bitterness that spews darkness into our days on this earth - the greed and self-seeking sin of man that has been alive and well since the prince of darkness was allowed to roam on it - why don't we seek after the light with all our might?  The wise men traveled over 500 miles by camel following the star, can we just stop and seek the light in our bible, our churches, our hearts?

     The morning star rises within me tonight just by taking the time to turn off the tv and sit in the light of the fireplace.  It happened by simply taking the time to turn my heart from the darkness of the world - to turn off the barking heads that spew what they think is enlightenment, sure that their solutions will  light the world - though they never seem to.   And more than just turning toward some earthly warmth in the light  of a quiet evening in front of the fire - turning toward THE LIGHT.  THE LIGHT that works miracles in the darkest of hearts - that sparks love, joy, peace, patience, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control (Gal. 5).  THE  REAL LIGHT that I have  personally seen turn lives around, spark forgiveness, reconciliation, and compromise, that can take away the addicts burning drive, that can bring peace out of confusion, and harmony out of disscordance.  THE REAL LIGHT that comes when we take our eyes off of complaining about the darkness in the world to focus on "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- (and) think on these things  (Phil.  4:8.)

     I am thankful for this fascination with light of lately that has come upon me unbidden - because it has pointed me once again to the Light that holds all the answers, the Light of the world.  But even more than that -  the Light that gives us hope in  the midst of the darkness  -  the light that will shine when Revelation 2:25 tells us that "there will be no more light.  They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light.  And they will reign for ever and ever." 

     I choose to be a child of the light - and stand here amazed to be able to be.


SEE THE LIGHT

Come and see, 
THE LIGHT is here
To light the night
And calm our fear.

The wise men came.
They saw the star.
Even Herod believed them
As they came from afar.  

A King was born
In the dark of the night.
His GLORY shone.
Shepherds cowered in fright.

But they need not have feared 
The light of angels praising a Savior born,
Whose death one day 
Caused the curtain to be torn.

For LIGHT had arrived!
All mankind inclined
To hear this story
That has withheld the test of time.

They hear the story.
But do they see
THE LIGHT that has come
To you and me?

The prisoner set free.
The alcoholic now dry.
The believer on his deathbed
No longer afraid to die.

The flame not extinguished 
By tyranny and rule
The passion that oppression
Cannot quench and cool.  

Darekness abounds.
But THE LIGHT is no tale.
The angels at the tomb 
Announced in light He'll prevail.

So listen -
Come and see THE LIGHT
That warms the soul 
And lights the night.

THE LIGHT of the world
Is plain to see
But only from vantage point
Of bended knee.   


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A Mud Pie Mindset

                 
                    

                                Mud pies                   

     

Majesty

       Mud pies or Majesty?  Many ideas come to me  that I think I should blog on but somehow they never get to the page, as is evident from my last post 6 months ago.  But this quote by C. S. Lewis stopped me dead in my tracks this morning, even though I've heard it many times,  and it finally sat me down to write:  “It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half- hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

     How often do we continue to look down at our world, trying to fix it, blame it, and look to it to satisfy, when what we need to do is  not try to fix our circumstances only but to FIRST look to the hills "from which cometh our help"? (Is. 40:26)  C.S. Lewis also said that he found in himself a desire which no experience in the world can quench...that we were meant for another world...and that earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it, but only to arouse it, to suggest the real thing.  

     Maybe these insights too me aback in a new way because of my recentstudy of Psalm 91.  This psalm is near and dear to me becaues of finding that it calmed my mother when she was in the throws of depression and turmoil after a thyroid cancer surgery years ago.  This psalm according to the book Psalm 91: God's Shield of Protection by Ruth & Shrum, is called The Soldier's Psalm.  It told of General George C. Marshall, Army Chief of Staff in WWII who said:  "I saw firsthand what happens when belief in the Almighty God flodds the hearts and soulds of men and women rushing into battle.  This supreme confidence in God is not foxhold religion or superficial faith - it is a life-changing decision to place oneself in the loving hands of Him who is greater than the battlefield."

         In this psalm we are told, "You will not fear the terror of the night."The book goes on to illuminate this passage by suggesting that:  When our eyes are not on God, fear will come.  But let that fear be a reminder to repent.  We walk by faith and not by sight.  (2 Cor. 5:7). 
We have to choose to believe what we see.  Not that we deny the existence of the attack, for the attack may be very real.  But God wants our faith in His Word to become more of a reality to us than what we see in the natural.  Faith does not deny the existence of terror, but there are simply higher laws in the bible for overcoming it.  

     It is so easy to forget that we are told in Psalm 91:4 that he who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the almighty.  Therefore Ruth & Shum go on to remind us to:  open our minds with the determination to stand firm and refuse to entertain fearful thoughts.  What we allow our mind to dwell on is our choice.  Therefore, if we desire to operate in this protection covenant, taking authority over negative thoughts and emotions is imperative.  It is amazing how the simple phrase, "I am just not going there." can provide the shield to dispel those fear thoughts just as the blood of the lamb provided passover and also provided immunity from the Egyptian plagues in the land of Goshen.  

     Then in a study at church this morning I was reminded that:  All persons everywhere have a deep, inner sense that God exists.  Paul says even Gentile unbelievers "knew God" but did not honor him or give thanks to him.  All have the opportunity to seek Him.  The Bible says there  is something called foolishness that destroys our sense of God's reality.  This foolishness often seeks to have faith in ideologies that will solve all the world's problems.   Not that we don't need to pursue earthly resolutions to earthly problems,  but we often look past God's hand in it all. 

    There have been a few people in the history of the world that have caused men to ask, "Who are you?" Buddha and Gandhi and Jesus are among them.  People who knew them well had never seen such compassion and integrity and wisdom in anyone else.  Yet  Buddha or Gandhi never professed to be God.  Buddha himself said, "Don't worship me."  But Jesus said, "I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me."  (John 14:6)  Christians are accused today of a narrow-minded intolerance.  This faith should never result in anything but love,  but the fact is - it is either right or wrong.  It is either THE way, or it is not.  For them to state that is not intolerance, but truth.  However, they must earn the relationship status to have the right to state their beliefs in order to do this in a respectful, appropriate way.  at are the chances that an explosion in a print factory would produce Hamlet?  In the same way, when we look at the world there is far more order and beauty and design than in the book of Hamlet. How can we possibly believe in the Big Bang Theory with no authority behind it?  Jesus claimed to be God and Creator of this intricate world.  He set the world on its ear for those who would listen and those who would not in three short years.  The biggest question then came:  What are you betting your life on?

     It has taken me years to begin to understand what surrender means,  to begin to be content in the face of not getting my way or in unanswered prayer that is hard to understand how it could not be pleasing to God to grant - prayers for myself or friends of health issues, marriage issues, children issues, relationship issues, financial issues, governmental issues - all causing pain and suffering in unimaginable ways.  My daughter's friends had a 9 month old baby die of a brain tumor - how can it be God's will to  allow this?  But if it causes these precious parents to seek God's comfort - can we not see how from God's point of view He gets both their souls as well as this little one who I firmly believe now resides in heaven - and that His love could be seen  in the opportunity for the outpouring of love for them from their family and friends?   Those same parents are now are sponsoring a run to raise money for childhood cancer that helps us see one outcome of Romans 8:28 - that all things work together for good to those who love the Lord.  Of course we are told to walk by faith and not by sight (2 Cor. 5:7) so on this side of heaven we may never see God's workings in these matters.  Still we are given much insight on suffering in His word:   For we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance, character, character, hope.  (Rom. 5:3) and in Heb. 1 2:7 where we are called to: endure hardship as discipline, and  in James 1:2 - Consider it pure joy...whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith provides perseverance.   These are but a few.  

     

     But one of the greatest testimonies of God's provision for help in times of trouble come from friends that have endured much hardship with their faith and dignity intact - with the authenticity to admit that their sufferings often cause them to question but that over and over they have seen His mercy and comfort as He intervenes in their hearts if not always in their circumstances.  To me these heart miracles of being able to persevere in the midst of some of life's greatest tragedies are the greatest evidence to me that the "peace that passes understanding" mentioned in Phil. 4 is given and available as the result of great faith,  and that God does answer our prayers with His Presence always. He never promised to fix everything in this world, but He did promise to be with us always. I have told you these things so that you may have peace.  In this world there will be trouble, but take heart for I have overcome the world.  John 16: 33. 

     Another place I see evidence of a "majestic mindset"  - one that has a heavenly perspective is when I see civil and respectful discourse in the face of our current toxic political situation even when addressing opposing sides of an argument.  Thankfully it isn't always Christians that can exhibit this ability.   Sometimes I wonder if God doesn't allow for certain issues even in the bible that may be subject to interpretation resulting in differing denominations and theological discussions. He also gives no clear insights into big cultural questions that many claim to have His insight  on - ones that have many sides to them such as abortion.  He created different skin colors, and cultures, and personalities - all just to test us on the ability to follow the instruction of Romans 12:18:  Insofar as you are able, live at peace with everyone.  None of these foundational principles of Christianity are unclear.  Another crystal clear instruction is in James 1 - Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, because human anger does not produce the righteousness God desires...Those who consider themselves religious yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongue deceive themselves and their religion is worthless.  Religion that God our Father accepts is this:  to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.   

     I could go on but that's another blog for another day that hopefully doesn't take 6 months.  But back to keeping a mindset that is not derailed by the pleasures or injustices of this world - one that does not forsake its first love. (see Rev. 2:4)  and one that lifts its eyes to the heavens (Is. 40:26 and 51:6).  Of course we must look down at the world to live in it.  One of the first precepts of the life coaching program amplified in Katie Brazelton's Pathway to Purpose is to Do What Matter Today. We must do what we can in this world.  We are told to feed the hungry and care for widows and orphans and to give to Caesar what is Caesar's - thereby being politically informed and serving in the world where we are called. But we must always do it in the shadow of His wings, lifting our eyes to the heavens with each suffering, each call to arms, each setback, each need to speak the truth in love, each word we speak, and each step and we take in this world.

Back to Psalm 51 which is but one help to arm us to do this in the face of tormenting obstacles:  

Psalm 91:  A Psalm of Refuge

He who dwells in the shelter of the High,

Will abide in the LORD's shadow.  

He will be our refuge,

Therefore, where else shall we go? 

It is He that delivers from the evil one

With his deadly traps and snares.

When His wings provide a refuge,

Why go anywhere else with our cares?

We need not fear the terror of the night,

Or the arrows that fly by day,

For His faithfulness is a shield,

To protect us on our way.

No evil will befall you,

For He will give His angels charge 

     concerning you,

He will guard you in all your ways.

He will deliver you.

For to those who have loved Him,

He sets securely on High.

Those who know His name

Will be saved and never die.

He has said,  "In your day of trouble,

I will answer if you call upon Me.  

Let us be covered by his pinions,

To dwell with Him saved and free. 

     

      


                        

Opening the Gift

                 

           I still love snow days as much as I did when I was a student and later as a teacher.  A snow day seemed like a gift of a morning of quiet, one in which I didn't have to rush and press like most mornings.  Snow days are simply days when time stands still, and what is on the calendar no longer matters,  where peace on earth seems tangible in the moment upon awakening to snow covering the world like a virgin white blanket - when all is calm, all is bright - that is, until the traffic turns the roads to ugly grey slush and the rat race picks up its pace once more.

           It was on one such morning before Christmas this year that God used the anointed words of Anne Voskamp in her book The Greatest Gift to slow my world -weary spirit this season.  Her words took me above the anxieties over things that many in the world would call blessings to have such things to worry about.  Blessings - to have the means and energy to have a Christmas dinner for 19 people in my small group - to have over 60 friends to send cards to - to have a car that only needs an oil change (but needs it NOW before our Christmas trip, in the midst of packing and preparing) - to have the means to buy presents (even if they did need wrapping and I've discovered I can no longer sit on the floor to do so!)  I certainly needed to be reminded yet again of another of Anne's books, One Thousand Gifts as I dare to let the gifts I've been given allow the Giver to fade into the background of my life and the details of the world become the focus of my life.

         But God has used the newest creativity of this soul sister I don't even know personally to touch my earth-bound spirit with her new book and to remind me that this world is NOT all there is!!!  We forget in His Sovereignty that He allows the darts of the devil - be they minor annoyances or grave tragedies  - to remind us that He is God and we are not - that we must remember He works ALL things to good those who are called to His purpose (Rom. 8:28)- yes even the worst atrocities we see on the news of what's happening in this dark world.

          We cannot begin to see past our pain  to understand His ways - or see that hate crimes or cancer or kids with dehibilitating special needs can possibly be used to good.  But we can look at Paul singing praises in jail and the apostles joyfully telling the good news in the face of martyrdom, or Corrie Ten Boom or Joni Tada Erickson writing books about how faith got them through prison camps or becoming a quadrapalegic.  Only now in reflection can we see how the awful suffering of those followers speak volumes still, years and centuries later - proclaiming the power of God's glory that can take the weakest humans through the most terrible storms.

         THAT is the gift we needed to have unwrapped this Christmas,  one that won't be forgotten like the wrapping paper now long banished to the trash and the decorations shoved back into their boxes, one that will be used every day and hour of the coming year.  How pitiful to take a gift of unestimatable worth and let it get jostled  to the back of our lives - letting it get lost in the shuffle of the trinkets and baubles and busyness of our lives.  For here we have no lasting kingdom. We journey to heaven where we're fully known ...the words from an old hymn that came wafting through the cobwebs of past hopes to remind me I can have that hope today.

           Yes, today - in these uncertain times - with the world growing smaller - and nuclear weapons attainable to more powers - and dissension and hate and division - and Democrats, and Republicans and Liberatarians so sure their views are right that they can project the future even in the complicated nuances of economics and trying to make sense of history and the current news - and judge others who don't see the forecast as they do.

           To be sure, there was  bickering among the apostles causing these verses to be written for our edification: Titus 3:9 - Avoid foolish controversies... and arguments and quarrels about the law because these are unprofitable and useless and 2 Tim 2:23 - Have nothing to do with stupid arguments because they produce quarrels. The Lord's servant must not quarrel; instead, he must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.  Those who oppose him he must gently instruct...  They even complained about how others were preaching the gospel but Paul tells them in Phil. 1:17-18 - The former preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely...But what does it matter?  The important thing is that in every way, whether from false motives or true, Christ is preached.

           Perhaps God allowed this world to be so complicated that even  His followers would have cause to disagree - and so He allows all of the differences and viewpoints and grey areas whether in life or theology or politics to give us cause to have our love and faith tested because then His glory will shine more brightly against the darkness of dissension and chaous.

          This is where in the dark of a winter morning Anne Voskamp's words cut thrugh the clutter and maddness of the world's cacaphoney and spoke to my heart - "We read the world's headlines and wonder:  If there's a God who really cares, He'd look at this world and His heart would break.  And God looks to the cross...and says, "My heart did."...Gen. 6:6 tells us (after God started over with the flood) that "His heart was filled with pain." And Christ comes like an ark, like a cradle over floods. Every flood of stress is an invitation to get into the ark of our Savior.  Every flood of troubles remakes the topography of our souls, making us better or bitter...Jesus claims those who are wandering and wondering and wounded and worn out as His.  He grafts you into His line and His story and His heart and He gives you His name, His lineage, His righeousness.  He graces you with plain grace.  ...Is there a greater gift you could want or need or have?...Christ comes right to your Christmas tree and looks at your family tree and says, "I am your God and I am one of you, and I'll be the Gift and I'll take you.  Take me?  This is the story that's been coming for you since the beginning.  And you could wake on Christmas to only grasp that you never took the whole of the Gift. So now we pause. Still.  Ponder. Hush.  Wait.  - for the Gift who was pierced for you, wounded, who unfolds Himself on the Tree as your endless, greatest Gift.

            And so on this quiet morning, I stop to check that I will not have entered the new year with the greatest gift left unopened. But that, as I return to the cold, noisy, annoying hassles of living, that I remember I have a Gift, the greatest Gift, singing to my soul: silent night, all is calm, all is well in the midst of it all.

Silent morn, holy morn
All is well, all is calm.
Round yon world though noisy and mad
Has come a gift to make us glad,

Walk in heavenly peace.  Walk in heavenly peace.

Silent heart, holy heart
Stop and still, midst the mess
Of racial strife and  different views
Of how to deal with the worldly news,

Walk in heavenly peace.  Walk in heavenly peace.

Silent words, holy words,
Stop and think before you speak,
Silence words of judgement and scorn,
Speak only words  that from His are born.

Walk in heavenly peace.  Walk in heavenly peace.