Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Seeds

Life hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It hurts.

That hurt is a seed.

A seed that can grow into bitterness.

A seed that can grow into beauty.

Take that seed to Jesus.

Sow that seed with Jesus.

Sowing seeds takes effort.

Growing seeds takes time.

Wait on God.

He will turn that seed into joy.

It is so worth it, to trade sorrow for joy.

"Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy. He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him." -Psalms 126:5-6

Monday, January 24, 2011

One Thing

If my soul had one ambition
I know it would be you.
If I chose one thing to go after
I know it would be you.

But therein lies the problem
of only choosing you
So many things are in my way
of only choosing you.

All the things of this world
stand in front of you
Their opinions, my wants,
stand in front of you.

What would happen if I cast it off
and chased solely after you?
Ignored their thoughts, forgot my wants
and chased solely after you?

I would be in paradise
Living, just me and you
There could be nothing better than
living, just me and you.

But how to quelch those other thoughts
distracting me from you?
Those worries, those cares,
distracting me from you?

I must turn my thoughts instead,
to only praising you.
Dedicated the all of me
to only praising you.

The battle will continue
as I fight to stay with you.
Praise I will forevermore
as I fight to stay with you.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Two Year Olds

Two year olds get a bad rap.

Like a pubescent male, they are undergoing a very big life change in a very short time.

Boys' voiceses change, two year olds come into the human condition.

Recently empowered by their ability to scream opinions and move about freely, they see the things they want and bellow if they do not get them. The rest of the world (Mom and Dad mostly) are constantly having to tell them the proper way to behave, and correct them if they don't.  Frustration, hair loss, and exhaustion ensue.

But for a solid year, the two year old keeps on keepin' on.

Then, after loosing battle after battle; after being stopped, told no, spanked, and put in time out; after so constantly being repressed, they turn three, and realize they cannot win.

They cannot be exactly who they want to be.  As soon as they wander a little ways on their own path and realize how far they are into unfamiliar territory, they scream in terror and run back to the Mom or Dad that was left musing over which juice to buy in the other grocery aisle.

I think I'm like that sometimes.  Sometimes I want to wander off on my own and do what I want to do, but after being there for a little while I realize, with a gasp of panic: I have no idea what I am doing.

Luckily, Jesus never gets distracted by the apple juice; he is walking right along side me, waiting for me to come back and do what is best for me: his plan for my life.  Every time I insist I have learned my lesson. "I will not wander alone again."  But then, a few days, a few weeks, a few months later, I find myself doing it again.  Wandering off, screaming in panic, running back to Jesus.

After all, it wouldn't be called the Terrible Twos if they learned their lesson the first time.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Wait; Again

Okay Jesus,  I think I get it a little better now.
"...but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
   they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
   they shall walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:31

The waiting is not about sitting around in expectation for something to happen.

The waiting is not looking for what is coming next.

The waiting is being where I am, soaring through the air, until God tells me to do something else.

No flapping, no searching, just soaring.

I suppose its really a matter of being content with where I am and not looking for the next best thing.

God might need to beat me over the head with this one again, but I'm going to try.

To read my first post about waiting, go here.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Battle Cry

Only a fool walks into battle without a weapon.

A contemporary soldier brings a gun.

A knight brings his sword.

A member of Star Fleet brings his phaser.

A warrior princess?

I bring truth.

The world tells me I'm ugly.

"The King is enthralled by my beauty" (Pslams 45:11)

Truth: I am beautiful.

The world tells me I'm not good enough.

"If the willingness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what one has, not according to what he does not have."  (2 Corinthians 8:12)

Truth: my best is good enough.

The world tells me I am alone.

"And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." (Matthew 28:20b)

Truth: Jesus is always there-forever.

The world tells me God doesn't care.

"Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior; who daily bears our burdens." (Psalms 68:19)

Truth: God carries my pain every day.  It matters to him.

The world tells me I will not succeed.

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord,  'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"

Truth: God's got this under control.

Truth is a vast cavern of untapped power pressing outward, itching to be used in a fight.  It is a gun with endless ammunition, a sword that never dulls, a phaser that never malfunctions.

Truth will be my battle cry.  In the midst of a fight, surrounded by bullets and blades, I will cling to Jesus and scream the truth he whispers in my ear.

Truth: "But thanks be to God!  He gives us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." (Psalms 15:57)

The battle is already won.

We are victorious.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Suffering, again.

I hate suffering.

Physical.

Mental.

Emotional.

All of it.

Paul was glad for his suffering.

Glad to suffer for the Lord.

Does it hurt less if you are glad for suffering?

I wish I could be glad for suffering.

But I am scared.

If I ask God to make me glad for suffering,

will it hurt?

Must I suffer to serve the Lord?

Or will fear hold me back?

God has a plan.

I will do his will.

But does that still mean I must suffer?

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Perspective

When I am not at school, I am a bible seller.

I sell all sorts of Christian things really: books, music, figurines, plaques, church supplies, and even corny t-shirts.  But they aren't important right now.

What matters are the conversations I had with several customers about using multiple versions of the bible.

The bible was written by many people a very long time ago, in Greek and Hebrew.  Not English.  But, since the majority of the world does not read Greek or Hebrew, the bible has been translated into just about every language on the planet so that it can be read by everyone.

When something is being translated, there are different ways to interpret the original text.  This is why there are different translations to the bible.  Each is written from a different perspective.  That is why I think they are all very important.

Let me explain.

Imagine a sculpture.  It is utterly amazing, and you want to take a picture to share with your family.  Sadly, you have just one picture left on your camera.  So, you pick the best perspective you can find, snap a shot, and display it proudly.

Your friend Joe looks at the same sculpture, and wants to take a picture.  Unfortunately, he too has only one shot left on his camera.  So, he picks what he thinks the best perspective is, and takes a picture, again displaying it for all to see.

Susie likes the sculpture too.  She wants a picture too, but has the same problem.  She can only take one, but she takes it from her favorite perspective for all to see.

You, Joe, and Susie each have a photo showing one side, one viewpoint of the same sculpture.  Each is true, each is equally valid, but none can create a complete rendering of the sculpture in the minds of people who cannot see the sculpture for themselves. But, when all three pictures are seen together, Mary, who has never seen the sculpture, is able to imagine a more complete idea of what this sculpture looks like.

The more perspectives there are, the more complete the sculpture becomes.  In the same way, the more bible translations one reads, the better understanding they can get of what the original text says.

(Side Note: I'm not saying that every single translation of the bible is certainly valid.  Not every person on the planet is qualified to translate Greek and Hebrew into English, the same way almost anyone can take a picture.)

For this reason, I own an NLT, ESV, NRSV, NIV, and part of The Message bible.  For that reason too, I have all of them currently open to Jeremiah 1:17, to try and understand exactly what God means there.

I think, that with these multiple perspectives, I can better understand the beautiful wisdom in the book God has given us.

P.S. This same concept was applied in my Global and Urban Ministries class, but with an emphasis on cultural perspectives as opposed to bible translations.  Regardless, I think it applies.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Wait.

If there is anything I don't like about being a Christian, it is waiting for God. 

It is miserable.

I pray and pray for something to change, and nothing happens. I ask why he would put me through this.  And he says, "Trust me.  Keep waiting."

The spiritual side of me meekly responds, "Yes, God.  I know you know what you are doing, and I will keep waiting for you to do what you are going to do."

Everything else in me looks for ways to make it happen.

I am not supposed to do that.

Isaiah 40:30-31 says, "Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.  They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." (NIV)

Soaring like an eagle sounds great and all, but, considering the human inability to fly without the aid of a machine, is impossible.  Why should I wait for something when I don't know what it is going to be?

Luckily, my ESV reference bible helps put the eagle idea into perspective. 

Exodus tells the story of the enslaved Isrealites leaving their captors and heading towards freedom.  In chapter 19 Moses is on Mount Sinai talking to God.  God says,
"(4)You yourselves have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles' wings and brought you to myself.  (5) Now therefore, if you will indeed obey my voice and keep my covenant, you shall be my treasured possession among all peoples, for all the earth is mine..."
The Isrealites had a horrible life in Egypt. They had been stuck in slavery for hundreds of years, and were treated as horrible as you can imagine.  Then, God destroyed the Egyptians (see Exodus 7-11 for a complete description of the plagues on Egypt) and carried his people on "eagles' wings" to a place where they would be God's "treasured possession."  I don't know about you, but my "treasured possessions" are kept in safe, dry places, wrapped in socks and carefully stored, or displayed where everyone can admire their splendor. 

I think I feel God treasuring me most when I am doing his will, and sometimes that means waiting for something that seems painfully urgent.

One last note: Nate Boyt spoke at Puget Sound Christian Center last Sunday (January 2nd, 2011).  He pointed out that waiting on the Lord means soaring on eagle's wings.  No flapping, no fuss, no making-something-happen.  Simply outstretched arms trusting God to carry me where I need to go.

My goal?  No more flapping, no more scheduling miracles, and plenty of time enjoying life as a treasured possession.

P.S. As of this posting, Nate's sermon is not yet available. But I am sure that in the future it will be posted here, should you like to listen to it.  Stuff I learned in journalism class makes me feel like I should do this.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Forgiven

Crazy thing God showed me.

When I gave my little sister a swirly, she remembered.  A few weeks later, she dumped a huge glass of water on my head, despite the fact that I had apologized.

When I sin and ask for forgiveness from God, he forgets. Yes, I still have to suffer the consequences of my actions, but he does not hold the bad things I have done over my head.

It's like this:

I screw up.

Me: "God, I am so sorry for that thing I did the other day. It was wrong and I should not have done it."

God: "Beloved daughter, I forgive you."

Me: "Thank you Jesus! I really don't deserve that.  I mean, it was a really terrible thing."

God: "What was?"

Me: "That thing I did."

God: "I already forgiven, I have moved on.  Go and do better next time."

Me: "Thanks God.  I love you!"

God: "I love you too."

Whether a person forgives you for what you have done depends largely on the person.  But will they ever truly forget-excluding cases of memory loss? No.  It is always there. And, nine times out of ten, they want you to pay for what you did.

How far we have fallen from the way we should be, yet how wonderful to know the guilt of our mistakes need not weigh down our hearts.

Ask God to forgive you, and enter the new year free from the weight of your past mistakes.

It is a glorious feeling.