‘No!’… Because I Love You

Things my 4 to 5 year old has seriously wished for:

“I want to walk home from daycare today” (20 miles)

“I want a blue house” (it’s green).

“I wish you were dead”  (yup, that hurt a bit).

“I wish I could eat ice cream for every meal” (Amen!)

“I wish I could never have to sleep”  (Then he sleeps for 12 hours before waking up on his own)

“I wish I owned every toy ever… except baby toys” (and he has far too many already)

“I wish I could destroy all the cars in the world so we could get home faster”  (I’m almost on board with this one)

“I don’t ever want to eat another vegetable again!”

“I want to be a garbage truck”

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I haven’t wasted one second… not even a fraction of one second… legitimately pondering any one of these requests.  Not even a little.  To say that they are absurd is an understatement.  And to the 5 year old, he would actually attempt these because he lacks wisdom and life lessons to understand how little he has thought out and prepared for such ludicrous considerations.

If I had let him, he would have actually opened the car door and attempted to walk home… for about 5 minutes until he realized he didn’t know the direction, he didn’t understand the distance, and he didn’t calculate the danger.  All things I could warn him about, but he would ignore because his mind can’t process them.  Not yet.  Some day he will be able to, but right now his cognitive processes are growing and maturing to get him to that point.

For now, I get a laugh.  And, sometimes a tear at the things he will claim he wants.  I wonder how God feels when we ask for things?  Spouses that we aren’t ready for… oh, but we just ‘KNOW’ that we are!  Promotions we haven’t thought through… but we are convinced we deserve!  Relationships that aren’t healthy, money that we can’t manage, possessions that have no meaning, healing that hasn’t taught us anything yet… Do you think God laughs?  Or is it just tears?

We are mere children in terms of understanding God and His will for us.  How could we possibly understand how our desires intersect with the whole of everything else in the world?  It hurts to tell those cute little angels that they can’t have a third desert… but we love them enough to be the ‘bad guy’ sometimes.  Can we even comprehend how much God loves us?

It’s hard, but I’m trying to work on my appreciation for all things… even the things I don’t like.  When God says, ‘yes’, I’m very thankful.  When He says, ‘No’, I try to be even more thankful.  What did He prevent?  What did He just save me from?  What would have happened if I ran out into that street blindly expecting happiness and fun?

Thank you, God, for ‘No’s’.  Thank you for boundaries.  Thank you for what seems like pain but turns out to be growth.  Thank you for loneliness that shapes and lacking that produces abundance later.  Thank you for your forsaken Son, who ‘lost’ for an eternal victory.

 

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Stop Wasting Time and Play Skee-Ball!

We held our child’s Fifth birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese’s. This is the place where you buy tokens to play games and some of the games reward your talents with tickets.  Those tickets can then be turned into prizes that you can take home with you.  You should note that I’m using finger quotes when I say the word, ‘prizes’ as they are underwhelming at best, and cost far more tickets than can be healthily earned in a reasonable amount of time.

I noticed two distinct tendencies from the children as they made their way through the arcade.  Especially from the youngest of kids.  The first thing is that they often chose to play the game that had no ticket payout.  These were often “rides” (again, finger quotes).  You burned a token and got to move about 6 inches in a couple of directions for a few seconds before the ride was complete.  Want to ride some more?  Another token.

These gimmicks were insulting.  They weren’t fast, they weren’t fun, and they didn’t pay out those precious tickets.  But the kids didn’t care.  They flocked to the airplanes, cars, and dinosaurs with seats on their backs, swiped their tokens away and laughed endlessly.  I kept prompting, play the games that payout!!!!! But they just kept going back to the rides.

And they laughed.  They would pile in, too.  Sitting in laps, hanging off the sides.  The whole currency exchange was completely foreign to them.  They saw someone having fun and they wanted in on it.  It never crossed their minds to wait their turn, pay with their own token, or sit in their own designated space.

Another trend that frustrated me, was the way the kids would simply leave the game the second it ended.  They would just turn and run.  I can’t count how many times I had to call out and remind them to come back and get their tickets.  They would just leave them dangling from the machine.  At first, I thought it was just our boy.  He had never been to this type of place before.

But he had.  Several times.  And all the kids were doing it.  When the game over screen flashed before their eyes, they knew one thing for certain… time to play another game.  And those chubby little legs pumped as quick as they knew how to head directly toward that goal.  Having fun.  That was all it was about.

Collectively the parents had to interrupt the fun and teach those bright eyed cherubs a new lesson in life.  “You forgot your tickets.”  “Those are yours!”  “You earned those”… “Don’t let someone else get your tickets!”.  The words started turning sour as I kept speaking them.  I was teaching him a form of greed.  Perhaps it was smart thinking.  Maybe it was a minor adjustment in strategy… but it felt wrong.

By default these kids had one goal.  Have fun.  And the adults kept interjecting… “its all about the prize”, “Its all about the stuff”, “Its all about winning”.  Inadvertently or not, we were teaching that behavior.  And the older kids knew it all too well.  They camped out at the high payout games and gathered reams of tickets.  They kept eyes out for abandoned tickets left by their younger, smaller versions, and were more than happy to pocket any dropped tickets as well.

Jesus’ encouragement to be more like children burned painfully in my gut.  (It wasn’t the pizza, I’m certain of that).

I felt like the kids were living out the intended Christian life.  Just living in God’s love and grace.  Happily moving freely from game to game.  Freedom from guilt, obligation, and captivity.  And the whispers came in (sadly from us older folks).

“Don’t play that game… try this one over here.”

“Don’t share that ride… you paid with your token, make them use theirs”

“You want the one that makes you feel better… and you feel better with more tickets.”

I was so proud of our boy.  They don’t actually sell tokens anymore for the games, they charge up debit cards.  The kids swipe those at each game to get credit and begin playing.  They all struggled at first, but I was able to show him how it works.  His friend sat next to him and wasn’t swiping it correctly so he couldn’t play.  Without giving it a single thought, our boy said, “here” and swiped his own card for the other child.

He thought of it in simple terms.  Your card wasn’t working and mine was.  So I’ll just use mine.  Welling up with pride, my protective side kicked in.  I had to take him aside and the lesson began again.  You have your own tokens and that boy has his own.  It’s awesome to share, but you won’t get to play much if you give all of your tokens away… and they will get to keep playing after using yours.

I felt dirty.  I felt cheap.  More whispering.

“Don’t give to others, they can get their own”

“Watch out for your own self and don’t worry about others”.

It’s hard to be like children.  They throw out the playbook.  They throw out all the books.  They don’t care about the tickets, or the time to leave, or the costs… they just want to ride the rides.

I think God set us up to ride the rides.  In this world’s arcade we are meant to have fun and just live in God’s protective grace.  We are genuinely meant to live in contentment as Paul learned to do.  But somewhere along the way, someone whispers.  What about these tickets?  And some of us will spend the rest of our lives chasing things that have no value.

And I literally mean, ‘no value’.  Have you seen the prizes from Chuck E. Cheese?

125 tickets for a plastic spider ring?!!!?  200 tickets for a bouncy ball?!?!?! The same size and quality that comes from a .25 cent bubble gum machine????  Cheap colorful plastic and candy.  ALL of it will melt, break, or be consumed, most likely, on the ride home.  But we still learn to ‘grow up’.

We learn that these items have meaning.  We hear the whispers and strive for more plastic, more colors, more brightly lit games that promise payout.  God says, I just want you to relax and ride this gentle motion and we say, “No!  I need this spider ring.  I must have this kazoo!”.  And we work endlessly for stuff.  Junk.  Garbage.

He wants us sharing and taking on each others burdens, but we have learned that its better to look out for ourselves.  We need that new car, that promotion, that nicer neighborhood, those other friends, or we want to shake that reputation… and we chase the whispers of a deceitful enemy.  All the while, contentment and safety rested in our Savior’s arms.

We may mean well, but we can’t sacrifice for others because we need that stuff.  If I give to this guy, then I won’t get what I want.  If I let him go first, then I’ll have to wait.  We use words like I earned, I deserve, and mine.  oh mine.  Mine, mine, mine.  What an ugly word all by itself.  Jesus said to give to Caesar, the things that belong to Caesar and to give to God, the things that belong to God.  Can you see who He didn’t include in that verse?  Me.  Us.  You.  When we think of things in terms of ownership… we really miss out on a basic biblical principle.  It’s all Gods, or it burns up in the end.  You can neatly place every single thing in your life into one of those two buckets.  There is no mine.  Mine is an illusion.  A lie.

Which one are you striving for?  Which one gets your attention?  Which one motivates and gets prioritized in your life?  Do you yearn for safety provided by the God that made you… or do you gotta have more tickets?

Don’t Be A Goose

There are a few often misunderstood scriptures that actually don’t exist in the Bible.  Many Christians operate as though God commanded us to stay clear away from sinners.  There are others that think that getting dirty and being active in the world is also a big no-no.  Even though we have examples of Jesus doing the exact opposite, we have these theories that being near sin is a ghastly offense.

On the other hand, we have folks that love the world a little too much.  These people are ready and willing to jump right in, and possibly partake a little along the way.  Some don’t love the world at all and some love it, perhaps, in excess.  They feel its hurtful or too difficult to stick to the word of God, so they adjust as needed.

What Jesus did was love people.  He got near.  He was involved.  He showed compassion.  And here is the wonder of it all… He didn’t change who He was in the process.  He was a light to the world.  A light isn’t effective if it simply becomes yet another shadow.  He designed us to carry His light into the dark places of the world.  It is there He is desperately needed.  Another shadow in the darkness is not only useless, its unnoticed and insignificant.

Jesus didn’t condemn the sinner, He loved them.  And His love compelled them to follow Him.  The odd part is that each of us has this same story to tell.  We were sinners plain and simple.  Lost.  And then we received the unbelievable love of Jesus and developed a relationship with Him.  Now we walk with Him and bask in His forgiveness, grace, and salvation.  Why do we get so mixed up about others on a different part of the journey than we are?  Why can’t we see others that are simply a step or two earlier than we are on the journey?  Didn’t we need grace?  Don’t we need mercy?  So does everyone else!

We can’t share Jesus through judgement.  We can’t share Jesus through our own sin.  We share Jesus by shining His light and never adjusting the brightness.  I believe people adopted to Jesus so quickly because they weren’t used to people who rolled up their sleeves without changing their mission.  Jesus did both.  He climbed into the pit with them, but never stepped away from the Father.  He subjected Himself to their sorrows but never lost hope and never once compromised His mission.

Mission is important.  Therein lies a few other misunderstandings.  When I was growing up, missionaries were highly revered.  People believed God’s call to go into all the world meant hopping on a plane and learning a new language and adopting a whole new culture.  This is scary business and, quite honestly, most of us aren’t equipped for this.

So we did what we always do… we made the scripture mean what we wanted it to.  Instead of becoming missionaries, we donated money.  This way, we supported God’s command without actually having to deal with any of the messy or complex bits of it all.  You go do missions and I’ll write a check.  Now we are both obeying God.

False!  On both fronts, really.  First of all, missionary work is not an elective.  It is a command to all of us.  Where we usually get it wrong is where missions happen.  “Go into all the world…”.  Where is all the world?  Is your county included in all of the world?  Yes.  Is your town?  Is your village?  Is your neighborhood?  Is your school?  Is your job?  Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes.  You don’t have to step on a plane to advance the gospel.

The second issue is the notion that our checks carry more weight than our personal relationship with Jesus and the testimony He provides to share with others.  We can’t minister by proxy. The gospel isn’t promoted by outsourcing.  While missionary work in the global sense is a fantastic ministry for some, it isn’t for everyone.  Some of us are meant to travel the world and adopt to rigorous schedules, conditions, and stress.  Some of us, were built from the ground up, by a perfect God, to stay right where we are and preach the good news to our hometown.

Right there in black and white the scriptures tell us we can’t all be eyes, or ears, or noses.  The body of Christ is made from multiple unique gifts and responsibilities.  If we all get up and flock to the borders, no one will be left to share God’s love in our home towns.

Check out the photo above.  I own the image. I took it myself (It’s not fancy, and barely in focus, but I used my own phone while on a walk and the copyright belongs to me).  If I didn’t, I’d have to track down the owner. I’d need to get their permission. I’d likely have to pay money and obtain usage rights. I’d have to give credit somewhere on the page and follow usage policies.

What a pain.  I don’t have to do any of that when it’s my image.  I can just use it whenever, wherever and however I want.  When it’s your story… when it’s your conviction… when it’s your Savior you are sharing, all of that changes.

When you own the image, God gets the credit, God gives the permission, and He paid the price.  We can’t share the gospel with someone else’s story.  We can’t just support missionaries.  We are the missionary… and we have a job to do.  We have to be Jesus, just like Jesus was, in every situation and location we encounter.  We are a duck among geese and we are meant to forever keep our duckness.

Do We Worship in HD?

I just returned from a trip to New York where I was privileged to attend a Hillsong conference.  Upon return, the questions are very similar:

“Wasn’t the worship just amazing?”

“That was a completely different experience, wasn’t it?”

“It’s hard to go back to ‘normal’ church after that, isn’t it?”

They aren’t necessarily bad questions.  I understand the intent.  I would ask the same.  But I think it tends to mask an inherent misunderstanding of how worship works.

First of all, I should mention the obvious, and the reason for the questions.  It was amazing.  It was in the Brooklyn Barclays Center.  So several thousand voices were lifted in unison to our God.  How could that not be awesome?  With such an arena comes logistical niceties.  The sound was impressive.

Each time the drums kicked I could feel it in my chest.  With a steady beat, it felt like I had an involuntary pacemaker keeping me going.  I wondered if, when the next song ended, would my heart continue on its own, or would it just give up and let the sound system do the work for it?

Seeing people throw off man-made divisions in both humanity and in the scriptures and rally behind the name of Jesus alone was something I wont soon forget.

But there is a temptation to think that worship, actual worship… was better, or different, or deeper than it was at any other location in the world at that given time.

The Spirit of God was there.  But He didn’t ride on the subway all by Himself.  He didn’t hail a taxi.  He didn’t descend through the rafters into the midst of a special venue.  He wasn’t there waiting on believers to show up.

He walked in through the doors wearing bluejeans, leather jackets, baseball caps, and monogrammed t shirts.

You, however, are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if in fact the Spirit of God dwells in you. Anyone who does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him. (Romans 8:9)

All over the world the Spirit entered sanctuaries, synagogues, churches, living rooms, coffee shops, and with the voice of man praised God the Father and Jesus Christ, our victorious sacrifice.  Did it mean more in one location?  Was the price of salvation less in Texas?  Did the Prince of Peace suffer less for Canadians?  Do Egyptians have less to be thankful for?

There is one God.  There is one King.  There is one Savior.  There is one Christ.

He is worthy of honor, glory and praise.  It might sound different.  It might look different.  But the power behind the worship…  The impact of the lowering of ourselves while lifting Him up… That happens on another level, and everyone, everywhere has access to that.

Crying out, “God I need you!” means the same in Brooklyn, Nashville, Albuquerque, or on your knees in the closet of your home.  It involves the heart.  It includes the soul.  It’s communication to God bypassing all third parties.  The power behind prayer… The awe of worship… the humility of self reflection… the honoring of God… those are tied to the cross.

The cross happened once.  It is finished.  It does not happen again in Detroit on a Tuesday because someone planned for it to.  It’s eternal.  It’s all reaching.  It’s for everyone.  And it means the same everyday.  It’s power is not diminishing, nor is it enhanced by the works of man.  And how that affects you, is not based on your location or your event, or your titles.  It’s only impact is a direct result of your relationship with Jesus Christ.

Was the conference amazing?  Yes it was.  Will worship be any less next Sunday?  Not a chance.  The same God, made the same sacrifice with the same Son, and even though I’m a sinful and unworthy person, I will call on that same trinity to accept the gift of forgiveness, adoption, and eternal life with a living God.

It was awesome to see thousands of believers singing to God.  In truth, millions do it every day.  I love to imagine the angels roaring in cheers over baptisms and souls gained.  What I can’t wait for is the worship with all believers united in song.  All of us.  Together.  The whole world over.  We don’t need to travel to a sports arena to make this happen.  It happens every moment when we reject the flesh and tune in to the Spirit.

It’s nice to have New York experiences.  It’s nice to have mega churches.  It’s nice to have thumping sound systems.  It’s nice to have tons of space for lots of seats.  But none of that changes worship.  The Spirit doesn’t change with your budget.  The Spirit doesn’t change with location.  The Spirit doesn’t change to be what we want.  The Spirit is ready for worship.  Any time you are ready.  And the magic… the miracle… the awesome… That already happened.  Our thankfulness for it, our praise, it should reflect the gifts received the same every morning day and evening.

The enemy wants you to wait for the right song.  He will tell you the building isn’t ready.  He is known to whisper about quality, volume, people sitting near you, leadership issues, tittles, and all manor of reasons to not worship.  Excuses.  Delays.  Lies.  We have a direct connection to God and a life changing eternal experience awaits our choice to properly use it.  Bluntly put, if coming before the Lord and worshiping is a ‘downer’, or it isn’t ‘fun’, or it’s not quite ‘awesome’ enough… you haven’t been worshiping.

Thinking of worship in terms of quality is like thinking of God in terms of quality.  It’s our direct praise to Him.  It’s our level of appreciation for Him.  It’s positioning ourselves in the correct place in direct relation to His place.  So can He waver in terms of God-likeness?  Is God in HD one day and SD the next?  Does God sour?  Was the cross an 8 out of 10 because it was cloudy and too many people showed up?  Very, very bluntly put… worship is either everything we have from us to God all of the time… or its sacrilege.

You want a New York experience?  Do you want a Jordan River experience?  Do you long for something powerful and life-changing?  For most of us, its about 3 feet lower than we stand.  Those things happen on our knees… and nothing challenges their ‘amazing’.

War, What is it Good For… if You Run?

When Pharaoh let the people go, God did not lead them by way of the land of the Philistines, although that was near. For God said, “Lest the people change their minds when they see war and return to Egypt.”  But God led the people around by the way of the wilderness toward the Red Sea.  – Exodus 13:17-18

If they face war, they might return to Egypt.  You might be tempted to think something like this:  Why would a mighty God lead people around difficulty… especially when most of the Bible is filled with God taking people straight through the middle of difficulty and providing them a way to make it through?  (Much like He had just done by leading them out of Egypt).  In other words, doesn’t this approach seem weak?  Doesn’t it feel timid?  Doesn’t it sound un-God-like?

God can lead the 300 to defeat the hundred thousand. (Judges 7)

He can bring down walls and deliver cities to those marching in circles. (Joshua 6)

He can bring down a giant with a sling shot toting boy. (I Samuel 17)

So why would God fail when the Israelites saw war? I’m glad you asked. God would not have. They would not have fought. They would not have stood their ground. They would not have prayed and trusted God.

They would have fled. Ran. Tucked their collective tails and scurried away. This is easily identified as their M.O. Miracle after miracle they consistently complained when things didn’t go their way, often blaming God for their freedom while claiming oppression, prison, and slavery would have been better.

God, being the intelligent Creator that He is, knew exactly what their response to war would have been.  They would have gotten completely out of Dodge.  Promptly.

The bottom line is that God won’t use people that aren’t willing to be put into usable situations.  You can’t start a prison ministry if you aren’t willing to step through that barred gate.  You can’t go on an overseas mission trip if you won’t walk on a plane.  You can’t witness miracles if you aren’t in over your head trusting God and following His commands.  And you certainly can’t defeat an enemy while running in the opposite direction.

It’s not really that God can’t… it’s more that He won’t.  God loves us so much that His plan fully includes us.  We are a part of the plan… we are the plan.  It’s operation ‘rescue people’.  And He was willing to let His Son go in order to pull it off.  We have a part too.  We have to accept.  We have to listen.  We must obey.

In Matthew 15:21-28 a woman confronts Jesus and He turns her away.  While there is likely a bigger story here, she still played her part.  She reasoned with Him and pleaded with Him.  And He changed His answer allowing her daughter to be healed.  The opposite happened in Matthew 14:22-33 when Peter walked on water.  He played his part and stood with Jesus on the waves in the storm.  But when he was distracted, he began to sink, losing the favor His Savior had previously given him.

I’ll stop with those and just claim there are a plethora of stories where Jesus acted in response of us.  Humans.  People.  Even in the old testament when man talked directly with God they would reason and ask Him to reconsider.  He did.  Moses got his brother Aaron on the payroll of the Egyptian exodus after arguing his inexperience to God.  Abraham convinces God to spare Sodom if only 10 righteous are found in it.  Lot convinced the angels to allow him to flee to a small town after they commanded he run to the mountains.

The point is… we have something God gave us.  A choice.  We can accept His commands.  We can speak with Him and lift our concerns to Him.  Or, we can simply deny Him.  The Egyptians made a habit of ignoring God.  And He knew it.  Still loving them in spite of their disobedience, He gave in to their contempt and took them the long way around, knowing all too well that if he blessed them with the shortcut, they would have bolted before looking to see if God was still with them… or even bothering to recall the countless situations He had already delivered them from.

God can, if you can.  He doesn’t require us, but history shows He won’t empower us if we aren’t willing and trusting.  If we won’t equip the full armor of God, you can safely bet He isn’t going to be toppling armies before us.  David beat Goliath because he was willing to sling the stone.  The walls of Jericho fell because the horns blew after the march was complete.  When commands are followed, miracles are witnessed.  When obedience is observed, God provides.

I have tried eating triple cheeseburgers and praying for weight-loss.  It just doesn’t work that way.  God gave me the ability to make my own choices.  If I can’t give my own life some effort, why should He?  When I stop yelling “Supersize!” at every drive through window I pass, God becomes more attentive.  When I start exercising and tossing out late night snacks, I feel burdens lifted.  God cares.  And He works in our lives.

He does not need us to do anything and we cannot earn anything from God.  But we still have our work to do anyway.  Most often, that work is bending a knee.  Sometimes its bending an ear and following instructions.  But the ones that had the best relationship with God… the ones who favored the most through trying times and impending danger… they were the ones who dropped everything and lived in a constant relationship with Jesus Christ.  Listening, sacrificing, following, obeying.

God didn’t strike down the enemies of the Egyptians in this passage because they wouldn’t lift up the sword.  They complained about the conditions of their freedom, they complained about the travel, they complained about the food, they blamed God and Moses for every inconvenience.  Their alternative was slavery, torture, and most likely an early death.  Yet they just expected to live posh lives while God delivered every nicety unto them.

What we often forget is that the story of the Egyptians isn’t just a lineage narrative.  It’s a parallel to what God has also done for us.  We are facing an eternal life of unimaginable negativity.  (grossly understated, of course)  And Jesus has delivered us from that as well.  But while on our journey, we will face the enemy along the way.  Just like the Egyptians, we can either run, endure more, and fully risk losing our path… or we can fight with God on our side.  Better put, we can fight on God’s side.

I can’t help but wonder why God isn’t more active in my life.  And then I remember the Israelites and I can plainly see when I’ve chosen to pick up the sword and where I’ve simply complained to God while doing nothing.  How embarrassing when I find out God is leading me the long way around.  It shows my lack of faith, my unwillingness to obey, my fear, and my inability to see the concrete past where God has kept His promises and provided.  It’s not a testament to what God can’t do… its about what I didn’t do.  Its a mirror image of my failure and a reminder that life is easier in the trenches with God than it is on the outskirts without Him.

 

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Prayer-archy of Needs

I’ve taken the liberty of adding some fun clip art to Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.  His pyramid explains how we tend to our most basic needs first.  Only once we consistently accomplish or attain those needs do we venture up the pyramid.  Essentially, you probably aren’t worried about your cousin’s wedding if you are starving to death and you won’t likely have aspirations for winning the Nobel Prize or quarterbacking for the NFL if your life is consistently in danger.

That is a bit of a rough paraphrase, but should suffice for those not familiar with his work.  As Christian’s we tend to approach God with the same dissection of status.  If our needs are being met, we may very well be more casual and pray shorter less heartfelt prayers.

Try saying these out loud or in your head if you aren’t alone.  Say them the way you would in a real conversation with God as though they just happened to you.

“I just stumped my toe!”

“I just buried my best friend”.

Same emotion?  Similar tone and timbre?  No inflection changes of any kind?  I sure hope not.  Would anyone dare classify these two types of pain as equal?  I fully understand how epic a good toe stump can feel, but it’s short lived and non essential duration can’t compare on any level, scale, or index.

For some of us… most of us at times… we pray based on our experiences.  When life is good, we pray good, happy prayers.  We may pray in the car on the way to work.  We may pray lying in bed tonight.  When things get tough, we may phone a friend.  We may involve the church.

As issues grow in severity, so do our prayers.  And when life comes crashing down on us and utter desperation is taunting us, we grovel at the feet of our Savior.

The goal here is to think about how we pray.  If we want our friend healed of cancer, does God get one tenth of our attention while our car barrels down the freeway at 70+ MPH?  Is it wrong to pray in the car?  I wouldn’t say so.  Not all the time.  But there is a bigger issue.

If we aren’t careful, our circumstances can begin to dictate our prayer life.  And there is one thing that never changes.  No matter what happens, how big, or in what form… Jesus will have always died on the cross for us.  His sacrifice does not toss in the wind of possible life moments.

Every day, at every moment, during all emotions, God sent His Son.  And that deserves worn knees, moist eyes, and heads on the ground.  There is a reason so many testimonies begin at rock bottom.  That tends to be when we are most able to listen to God.  He doesn’t change His tone, but we begin to listen better when there is simply nothing else.

This is a reminder to think about how you pray.  How long, how often, how sincere, etc.  But more than that… it’s a reminder for those living in that top section of life’s pyramid.  Every single section comes with a Savior that bled for us… in our place.   We ALWAYS have a reason to be thankful deep down in our shaken core.  No matter how good or how bad life gets, the cross isn’t going anywhere… it’s mission is complete.  What is your response?

A Desert Full of Sand

Trying to ‘Find’ God is like making a trek through the desert in search of sand.  You just need to fall to your knees to find it.

The footprints we leave aren’t a way back and they aren’t meant as a path to us.  They are our best example of the Savior so that others can do the same.  We step and imprint intentionally.  Wisdom and experience are used to impress upon the earth what we know to be true.

The remaining footprints are meant to be used for God’s glory and then covered up and cleared away so that God receives the praise and not us.  When we walk correctly, we are like a tool.  When the refrigerator is working, no one thanks the screwdriver.  No one worships the hammer.  It’s always about the meal inside prepared for us.  Our marks are fleeting.  A single breeze can render our life’s work undone and gone forever.  It matters much that while we are here, others can see our steps… rightly placed… in remembrance of our King.

The enemy will lie and tempt us with mirages.  These are to distract us from our true goal.  If we can avoid the traps, we will find real living water.  Cold.  Refreshing.  Plentiful.  Thirst quenching.  Eternal.

Finding God isn’t much of a journey.  It’s not about miles or books or exercises.  It’s about our hearts.  Do we believe?  Do we accept His gifts?  Do we accept His calling?  Do we accept the cost?  He isn’t hiding.  He isn’t running.  He isn’t waiting for you to crack a riddle.  He is waiting for you to open your life to Him.

He is waiting for that final sandstorm, where all steps are wiped away and only his boy, Jesus, can vouch for who gets to drink.  Many people are dying of thirst.  Are we leading them to the water that surrounds and fills their lives?

 

 

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Which Peter Will You Be?

One of my biggest mistakes as a Christian is forgetting that there is no lukewarm with God.  If I’m not crying out, ‘Hosanna!’, I’m basically shouting, ‘crucify Him!’

And how quickly we can forget.  One moment Peter was cutting off ears in defense of His beloved Savior, and moments later he exclaimed, ‘I do not know the man’.

Peter may have rubbed elbows with Jesus himself, but we live in a much greater time.  We live in full view of the cross and its completed story.  We have experienced the empty tomb in full 20/20 hindsight.  Peter didn’t have that luxury when the frenzied crowd turned to him.  The curtain hadn’t torn yet.  The ground was yet to shake.  The tomb was fully prepared.  The Roman Centurion still believed a crazy man was on His way to the cross.

Somewhere in between the two events Jesus became just a man to Peter.  When Jesus stood free, Peter was willing to fight in front of the great healer, prophet, and soon to be king.  He feared nothing with Jesus in sight.  When He looked at Jesus he could walk on water.  When he looked at the waves, he sank.  With Jesus on the cross, surrounded by an angry mob, all Peter saw was waves.

What will you do with the story of the cross?  What news of the tomb will you carry with you?  Will you share the power of healing, resurrection, and salvation?  Or will you let that fear sink in… the tiniest doubt that transformed Peter from crusader into coward.  Will you exclaim, ‘That’s MY King!’.  Or is it easier to just go unnoticed?

When the waves crash around you, can you focus on the Savior?  There is no lukewarm.  We either draw our sword (perhaps Bibles for today’s climate) and claim souls in the name of Jesus the Messiah, or we make sure everyone around knows we have nothing to do with Him.  Which Peter will you be?  Hot or Cold?  It’s like a True/False test… you simply can’t write in a third option.  I pray we all make the right choice.

My Wife Attacked Me With Scissors

She really did. I guess if I were to tell “her” side of the story, she was trimming hair around my ears (which makes her a saint… again, her side of the story).

Well, whichever side you believe, there was blood. Lots of it. I didn’t even feel it when she nicked my ear. It was like something out of a Mel Brooks movie. Way too much blood for such a tiny incident. It was so over the top ridiculous, I was scared to sneeze.

We tried cleaning and holding tissues to it. I gave it a good 15 minutes of holding things to it, applying pressure, etc. and figured it was good enough to jump in the shower.

When drying off, I must of grazed my ear with the towel as it was half full of blood. I cleaned it up again and tried peroxide, bandaids, tissues, weird head angles. For about 45 minutes, the blood flowed.

What started as a laughing matter began to concern me a little. We also had a clock ticking against us, we had to leave the house in 3 minutes at this point.

I started to panic. My wife was helping to try and figure out new ways of stopping the bleeding and every time she would come back in the room I would exclaim in exasperation that the bleeding hadn’t stopped yet. Each time the pitch of my voice would get higher and higher as worry and fear began to settle in.

With 3 minutes to go, I was pacing and panicked, and out of ideas. She really is a saint. She kept checking on me, trying new things, and coming up with new ideas. Finally she stopped in front of me, put her hand over my ear and began to pray.

If I’m honest, it felt silly. A tiny little nick that didn’t hurt… at worst a mild inconvenience of being late. And here we were engaging the Lord and creator of the universe.

While she poured out a heartfelt and sincere prayer, I’m thinking, “hey, I know you are dealing with wars, plagues, starving people, riots, diseases, and the devil, but if you could put all that aside for a second I’ve got this ear thing…”

What is sad to me is that I’ll be the first person to tell anyone else that no problem is too small for God. He wants to know our fears, concerns, crushes, frustrations. He is our brother and our friend. But when it comes to my own mess, I just can’t seem to get on board with it. We do the same thing in the other direction. We claim overwhelmingly that no problem is too big for God… except for what I’m dealing with right now.

Not only did I fail to follow my own advice, which I know to be true, it also never occurred to me to pray at all. Why? On multiple levels I failed. This is why psychologists can’t diagnose themselves. It’s why we can’t use ourselves as references, and it’s why mirrors are the cruelest inventions in the world.

We can’t accurately see inward. Our eyes only see in one direction. This is one of many reason why we have a church. A community of believers to help each other remember the small stuff, withstand the big stuff and to pray through all of it.

The last little bit may make some feel uncomfortable. My ear stopped bleeding. Immediately. Not even a little dried up bubble where the clot formed. There was no clot. It just stopped and dry clean skin remained. No wound. No scab. Like it never happened.

For myself, I have two questions, and I hope my lapse in judgement will help to serve as a good example for you.

1. Why didn’t I pray first?

2. Why not bring EVERYTHING before God? I firmly believe He wants us to.

For you, I have one question. Do you believe God can heal us here, now, and today? If not, ask yourself why you pray at all. Examine your prayers. Dig into the scriptures. I know an awful lot of people who pray everyday for God to be with sick, be with doctors, give comfort, etc. if you don’t believe God has power in this world, why are you praying those prayers? The very prayers Jesus taught us to pray.

“Give us bread, deliver us from evil, forgive our trespasses”. Those are actions that we request God to make in a world that we believe God is bound to be action less in. If He has the power to “guide guard and direct us” as so many of us have prayed verbatim… He has the power to remove a mass, reduce a fever, clean a blood stream, and even stop an ear from bleeding.

Or do we really believe that God can change the hearts and minds of mankind, but he can’t heal hearts and brains? Did your God flunk out of medical school and settle for bachelor’s in psychology?

I’m thankful to a God that forgives me over and over and over again. I’m thankful for His patience while I pray as a last resort when He intended it to be my first. And I’m thankful that He cares about me enough to care about what I care about, even if it would make most of us shrug.

Did you lose it… or Earn it?

I’ve lost weight before. I ate what I wanted, didn’t bother to exercise and when I stepped on the scale found a nice surprise. Metabolism? Extra inadvertent steps? Who knows, but this is lost weight. I’ve lost my keys too. It took as much effort and planning to lose my keys as it did to lose the weight. And in this case, ‘lose’ is the correct verb for both incidents.

I have also worked hard, suffered, sacrificed, and REMOVED weight from my body. Intentionally. This weight wasn’t lost, it was systematically and forcefully removed. It wasn’t happenstance. It wasn’t a fluke. It wasn’t a question mark as I approached the scale each day. I earned my health.

Hopefully you realize the difference isn’t simply semantical. Many of us are content to lose. And even after sloth, we find pride when we do.  ‘Look at that, I lost 3 pounds after that stomach virus! Woot!‘

Compare this way of thinking with your relationship with God. Of course we have to say right off the bat that we don’t “earn” anything with God.  But we do have responsibilities to keep the relationship going.  And often, we take the same approach as we do with weight loss.  We focus on what we can lose.

We can be passive and just watch the loss happen.  We can be a pew warmer in our church lives.  Never engaging, never connecting, never growing.  We can prioritize private reading and prayer time last in our lives (often getting neglected in favor of more exciting things like TV, internet, or the latest I-Device).

We can live for the weekends and then waste those as well.  And then we hit a high note.  We get something right, possibly by accident, or just circumstances that line up in our favor.  And we proudly exclaim, ‘look at that!  I lead a prayer, or I really helped that person, etc.. ‘  We puff up and feel like we have really accomplished something when we didn’t really do anything at all.

I fear many of us know the spiritual rut of complacency.  And the walls are lined with lies about how well we are doing when the scales just keep shouting out, “obese!”.  We are meant to pursue Jesus the same way we intentionally and specifically remove weight.  We go after Him.  We drop high calorie friends and cut out fatty habits.  We dive into the word, we wrap our minutes all throughout the day with prayer.

We don’t just happen to bump into Jesus and make a good impression… we chase Him down.  We cannonball into the baptismal and come out dripping with the Savior and His desires for our life.  Can you feel the difference?  One approach says, whatever will happen will happen as long as I don’t have to do much.  The other says, I am loved by God, and that is how I will be known.  I will carry my cross and follow Him.  I will look like Him.  I will be blessed and forgiven by Him.  I will not wait for the right moment or the right lighting or the right song, or the right circumstances… I will go now.  Because now is the only moment I have any say over.

I didn’t earn Him.  He was a gift.  But I refused to let Him pass me by.  I accept.