Mark 5:25-34 And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, 26 and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. 27 She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. 28 For she said, “If I touch even his garments, I will be made well.” 29 And immediately the flow of blood dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. 30 And Jesus, perceiving in himself that power had gone out from him, immediately turned about in the crowd and said, “Who touched my garments?” 31 And his disciples said to him, “You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’” 32 And he looked around to see who had done it. 33 But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth. 34 And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.”
Such a familiar passage - I have no idea how many times I’ve read it or heard sermons preached on it. But this morning, as is the way with God’s word, something hit me a little differently. I thought about this woman and how desperate she was, how long she had suffered. But, what gave her the idea that simply touching the hem of Jesus’ clothes would bring her healing? Why would anyone even think such a thing was possible? I believe she saw Jesus - saw him in a way that others did not; and, to this day, still do not! She must have seen his power, his holiness to such a degree that she somehow knew that even the clothes on his back were infused with this power.
What does it take to recognize that? I ask that question of myself! I want to have the faith of this woman - the sight that she had. I want to see Jesus’ holiness and power the way she did. I think, if I had been her, I would have been so desperate for healing that my touch of his garment would have been more like a grab - something to get Jesus to stop, turn around and pay attention to me. But this lady was so broken, so wounded; as the outcast in her world - unclean because of her disease - she was completely separated from her community. She didn’t want to be noticed. She felt unworthy to even approach Jesus face to face so she crept up from behind and below, so very hesitant but so full of the awareness of this power-filled man in front of her. She reached out and touched the hem as he passed by. How amazing!
No matter what we’re dealing with, all we have to muster up is enough strength to reach out - just enough to touch the hem of Jesus’ garment. He knows our touch. He knew that power had gone out of him as soon as the woman touched his clothes. He knows. He sees. He responds. His power was released into her life just as in ours. He heals, restores, touches; his healing power is his love, poured out into our lives. Our meager, weak reach is answered by the greatest power in the universe - the Word of Life, God himself, reaching out to his. He calls us his son or daughter and brings life and wholeness into those broken, dis-eased places. Our tentative reaching out is acknowledged and responded to with “immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine” (Eph. 3:20).
I pray we can all have the faith and hope that this dear woman exhibited and that, no matter what we’re dealing with, can reach out to our Lord and watch as we responds to us in the power of his love.
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Refuge
But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;
let them ever sing for joy,
and spread your protection over them,
that those who love your name may exult in you.
For you bless the righteous, O LORD;
you cover him with favor as with a shield.
(Psalm 5:11-12 ESV)
Reading these two verses, I reflected on what it meant to take refuge in the Lord. We're given the promise of joy, protection, blessing, God's favor that covers us like a shield. That's a lot to take in. I felt the need to ask the Lord to continue to teach me how to take refuge in him and to be mindful of when I needed to seek that refuge. That gave me pause - do I realize that need? How long does it take me to finally recognize my desperate need for the peace of God? In the stresses and busy-ness of life, we keep trudging along taking care of what needs to be done and before we realize it, we're like that proverbial frog in the pot of water with the temperature rising gradually to the boiling point. That's such a terrible image but isn't it true for the way we approach the hard / sad / trying / stressful times of life? What does it take for us to admit we can't handle things on our own and, in fact, were never meant to?
In times of crisis, we can seek refuge in God. We can draw near to him, set aside time to just be in his presence - with or without words - and know that we're right where we need to be. In that place of refuge, we're protected. That protection is described as a covering spread over us and also like a shield guarding us. In that place of comfort and safety, we know God's favor, we can experience joy and rejoicing even in the midst of our crisis. We can take sanctuary in the presence of God and watch him work through the trials and crises of life to bring us into a deeper awareness of his power, his watchfulness over us, and his loving intentions and attentions towards those who love his name.
Reading these two verses, I reflected on what it meant to take refuge in the Lord. We're given the promise of joy, protection, blessing, God's favor that covers us like a shield. That's a lot to take in. I felt the need to ask the Lord to continue to teach me how to take refuge in him and to be mindful of when I needed to seek that refuge. That gave me pause - do I realize that need? How long does it take me to finally recognize my desperate need for the peace of God? In the stresses and busy-ness of life, we keep trudging along taking care of what needs to be done and before we realize it, we're like that proverbial frog in the pot of water with the temperature rising gradually to the boiling point. That's such a terrible image but isn't it true for the way we approach the hard / sad / trying / stressful times of life? What does it take for us to admit we can't handle things on our own and, in fact, were never meant to?
In times of crisis, we can seek refuge in God. We can draw near to him, set aside time to just be in his presence - with or without words - and know that we're right where we need to be. In that place of refuge, we're protected. That protection is described as a covering spread over us and also like a shield guarding us. In that place of comfort and safety, we know God's favor, we can experience joy and rejoicing even in the midst of our crisis. We can take sanctuary in the presence of God and watch him work through the trials and crises of life to bring us into a deeper awareness of his power, his watchfulness over us, and his loving intentions and attentions towards those who love his name.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
It's About Prayer
What Do We Believe
About Prayer?
It’s boring . . . . . One-sided. . . . . Lots of words . . .
. . Have to put on our ‘holy face’ – get it just right . . . . . Some people
are better at it than others . . . . . We do it on Sunday mornings – otherwise,
in emergencies or when we need something . . . . . ‘Good thoughts’ sent out into the universe .
. . .
What Is It?
Communication, conversation that springs from relationship .
. . . . Natural . . . . . Easy . . . . . Continuous . . . . . . Two-sided –
speaking and listening . . . . . Always heard and answered . . . . . Love . . .
. . Real . . . . . Honest . . . . . Raw . . . . . Sweet . . . .
Why do we struggle so with prayer? Because relationships
take work – sometimes hard work – and maybe we imagine prayer to be like
dropping a penny into a wishing well and waiting for our wish to come true when,
instead, God calls us to enter into relationship, to do the hard work that
relationships take, to get to know our Lord and Saviour.
And that ‘getting to know’ part? That means all the parts of
us that we’d rather people not know about.
Our Lord sees and knows all those parts, all of us – warts and all. And
he loves us totally, unconditionally, and eternally. Is that scary? I think so
- perhaps because it’s too hard to believe and too good to be true. There’s got
to be some part of us that when it’s revealed will be too much, will tip the
scales in the other direction. We dare not get too close, dare not open
ourselves too much; therefore, we approach God with our prayers and we offer
them the way we think they should be offered – make sure the words are right,
that we’re ‘holy’ enough – because if we said the things that were really on
our heart, that bolt of heavenly lightening would come crashing down and
obliterate us. Well, maybe not that extreme but there’s a certain amount of
fear that, I think, prevents us from being completely open and honest with our
prayers.
Think about your best relationships – friendships, family
members, your spouse – the ones with whom you can be totally honest. We don’t
have to put on a certain face for those people. When we’re mad, we show it.
When we’re excited, we jump up and down, laugh and celebrate together. When
we’re sad, these are the people that will hold us and cry with us. If we’re
afraid or worried, they’re the ones we can call at any hour and ask for help.
Why not God? Our God, who became man and came to this earth
to walk with us, eat, sleep, laugh, cry, celebrate, mourn, worry, be afraid –
shares every emotion with us. Jesus gets us – he totally knows what we go
through because he went through all that and more. Why can’t we go to him with all
our stuff?
Any relationship that’s worth anything is an authentic one.
Perhaps prayer is, in its simplest terms, an invitation from God to get to know
him better, to learn to trust him and to grow in our ability to let go of our
fear and guardedness and just be --- our true, real, authentic self. The
psalmist wrote, Be still and know that I
am God. It’s a useful exercise to meditate on each one of those words – one
at the time. I think it sums up what I’m trying to express:
Be
Be still
Be still and
know
Be still and
know … I AM
Be still and
know that I am God
I don’t presume to have all the answers but I value the
prayer lessons I’ve learned by struggling through, asking the questions,
getting mad some of the time, asking “WHY?” a lot of times, learning to trust,
learning to wait, learning to watch, and seeing prayers answered in ways I
could never have imagined. And in the process of all that, I’ve come to know
Jesus in a way that astounds me.
His name was the first name cried out when my car was
spinning out of control at 70mph two weeks ago after being hit by another car.
His name was the first name I gave thanks to when the car stopped and I was ok.
His name is the first name I think of when I look at my beautiful grandson take
his first steps and when I give thanks for the wonderful people I’m blessed to
call my friends and family. The more I’ve spent time with him, gotten to know
him, grown in relationship with him, the more my thoughts throughout the
day-to-day stuff of life become conversational and prayerful. Maybe that’s what
Paul meant when he wrote, Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in
all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. (1
Thessalonians 5:16-18 ESV)
Prayer, like our best relationships, is a journey of
discovery. It’s a journey I invite and encourage you to begin and continue -- and be blessed.
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Prep Work
David commanded to gather together the resident aliens who were in the land of Israel, and he set stonecutters to prepare dressed stones for building the house of God. David also provided great quantities of iron for nails for the doors of the gates and for clamps, as well as bronze in quantities beyond weighing, and cedar timbers without number, for the Sidonians and Tyrians brought great quantities of cedar to David. For David said, “Solomon my son is young and inexperienced, and the house that is to be built for the LORD must be exceedingly magnificent, of fame and glory throughout all lands. I will therefore make preparation for it.” So David provided materials in great quantity before his death. (1 Chronicles 22:2-5 ESV)
God is always working out his purposes even when we're not aware of it. I love the phrase in this reading that says, "Solomon my son is young and inexperienced...." How many times in my life has the Lord called me to a task but at the time I sense his call, I'm still "young and inexperienced", not ready yet; there's work to be done in preparing me for the work God's calling me to do. We often hear people say that 'nothing is wasted'; God takes experiences, lessons learned, aspects of our lives that may, at the time, seem inconsequential and uses all these things to prepare us - to lay a foundation to be built upon as we walk out his purposes in our journeys of faith.
In the story of David and Solomon, how interesting that David - the one who asked to build the temple for his God - was actually the one God chose to make preparation for Solomon to carry out this auspicious task. Instead of feeling overlooked, David got to work accumulating the manpower and materials needed for his son, Solomon, to build the house for the Lord - the "exceedingly magnificent" house. David delighted in his role, preparing the way for Solomon.
Who are the "Davids" in our own lives? Who are the ones the Lord has used to lay the foundation for the work God has called us to do? Certainly, we can look to our parents and grandparents and the spiritual blessings passed on to us through their godly examples in our lives. If not our biological parents, perhaps our spiritual fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters in the faith, pastors, teachers, even acquaintances or strangers that have left a mark on our lives - all working together, piece by piece, in preparing us as God grows us and matures us until we are ready to take the next step God has called us to.
I remember MANY years ago, in my freshman year of college when our professors decided none of us knew how to write a decent thesis and decided we'd learn by repetition and practice ---- week after week after week. The drudgery, the copious amounts of coffee in the wee hours of the morning - we learned! Looking back, I'm thankful; I'm thankful for what I learned and what I now know to have resulted in a love of writing that I never expected. My writing is in my journal, on this blog, in the few Bible studies I've written; but it's a passion that I have and hope to see grow. Foundations were laid at my alma mater all those years ago. Nothing was wasted.
Am I patient in the waiting when I sense God preparing me for a new season or new direction in my life? Most of the time, I'm not. I usually feel stuck, frustrated, anxious to be out of a seemingly dry season. Reading the passage from Chronicles this morning, though, made me thankful for the work the Lord did for Solomon and touched that he allowed Solomon's father to so joyfully prepare the way for his son. The reading was a gentle reminder to me to be thankful for those doing the "prep work" on my behalf while God is faithfully growing me.
Solomon's father, David, was preparing the manpower and materials - the 'outer work' - for Solomon's holy calling while his heavenly Father was preparing the 'inner man' for that calling. Lord, give me the eyes to see you at work even when (especially when!) my 'immature' self is feeling overlooked.
God is always working out his purposes even when we're not aware of it. I love the phrase in this reading that says, "Solomon my son is young and inexperienced...." How many times in my life has the Lord called me to a task but at the time I sense his call, I'm still "young and inexperienced", not ready yet; there's work to be done in preparing me for the work God's calling me to do. We often hear people say that 'nothing is wasted'; God takes experiences, lessons learned, aspects of our lives that may, at the time, seem inconsequential and uses all these things to prepare us - to lay a foundation to be built upon as we walk out his purposes in our journeys of faith.
In the story of David and Solomon, how interesting that David - the one who asked to build the temple for his God - was actually the one God chose to make preparation for Solomon to carry out this auspicious task. Instead of feeling overlooked, David got to work accumulating the manpower and materials needed for his son, Solomon, to build the house for the Lord - the "exceedingly magnificent" house. David delighted in his role, preparing the way for Solomon.
Who are the "Davids" in our own lives? Who are the ones the Lord has used to lay the foundation for the work God has called us to do? Certainly, we can look to our parents and grandparents and the spiritual blessings passed on to us through their godly examples in our lives. If not our biological parents, perhaps our spiritual fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters in the faith, pastors, teachers, even acquaintances or strangers that have left a mark on our lives - all working together, piece by piece, in preparing us as God grows us and matures us until we are ready to take the next step God has called us to.
I remember MANY years ago, in my freshman year of college when our professors decided none of us knew how to write a decent thesis and decided we'd learn by repetition and practice ---- week after week after week. The drudgery, the copious amounts of coffee in the wee hours of the morning - we learned! Looking back, I'm thankful; I'm thankful for what I learned and what I now know to have resulted in a love of writing that I never expected. My writing is in my journal, on this blog, in the few Bible studies I've written; but it's a passion that I have and hope to see grow. Foundations were laid at my alma mater all those years ago. Nothing was wasted.
Am I patient in the waiting when I sense God preparing me for a new season or new direction in my life? Most of the time, I'm not. I usually feel stuck, frustrated, anxious to be out of a seemingly dry season. Reading the passage from Chronicles this morning, though, made me thankful for the work the Lord did for Solomon and touched that he allowed Solomon's father to so joyfully prepare the way for his son. The reading was a gentle reminder to me to be thankful for those doing the "prep work" on my behalf while God is faithfully growing me.
Solomon's father, David, was preparing the manpower and materials - the 'outer work' - for Solomon's holy calling while his heavenly Father was preparing the 'inner man' for that calling. Lord, give me the eyes to see you at work even when (especially when!) my 'immature' self is feeling overlooked.
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28 ESV)
for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure
(Philippians 2:13 ESV)
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Touch
"While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell with his face to the ground and begged him, “Lord, if you are willing, you can make me clean.”
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him." (Luke 5:12-13 NIV)
The man with leprosy - outcast, avoided, untouchable, unclean. Jesus reached out. He didn't turn away, cross the street or go out of his way to steer clear of this unclean man. He reached out. He reached out his hand and touched the man.
Touch is such a powerful thing. Just the act of physical contact after who-knows-how-long must have been, in itself, a wonderful thing for this man. That touch may have been more healing than the actual physical healing of his leprosy.
Touch is intimate, personal. Sometimes touch is not a safe thing and people avoid it for their own protection. Unsafe touch is worse than no touch. As a prayer minister, I ask someone if it's ok to lay hands on them when I pray for them because I know that some have experienced unsafe touch and could feel threatened or uncomfortable by any physical contact. What a shame that something that can bring so much comfort and reassurance can be, instead, a danger.
In the case of the man in the gospel, he was forced to withdraw from contact with others because of his leprosy. He was deprived of interpersonal relationships, of friendly handshakes or pats on the back, hugs of greeting or hugs of love. Along with suffering from this disease, he was cut off from his community and was forced to suffer separation and isolation. How sweet that the first thing Jesus did in answer to his request was to reach out his hand and touch this man. How profound that simple gesture must have been! We don't know how long this poor man had suffered alone but Jesus touched him, bringing him at once back into relationship and contact with the human race. That touch healed his broken spirit AND healed his diseased body.
This account reminds me of the woman who touched the hem of Jesus' garment and was healed from her years of bleeding. Again - isolated, cut off from society. Jesus' initial response is interesting to me: he asks who touched him. I can't help but think that Jesus must have known who touched him; he was, after all, fully human and fully God. But he invited her to step forward, to be acknowledged and seen - brought out of the shadows where she was ignored and avoided like the leprous man in the story from Luke. The next thing he did was call her "daughter". He restored her to the community, acknowledging that she was a person of great worth, precious in the eyes of her Father. Just as he reached out his hand and touched the man in Luke, he reached out and touched the woman by calling her daughter. Both of these people were publicly restored to the community, touched and identified, affirmed and valued by Jesus. Their physical bodies were indeed healed but how much more healing took place deep in their hearts? We can only wonder what life was like for these two after they were touched by Jesus.
In what ways do we allow ourselves to be touched by Jesus? Do we sit quietly in his presence and wait patiently for him to touch our hearts, to speak to us in that still, small voice? Do we reach out to him and ask for his healing of our inner hurts, our dis-ease of body, mind or soul? Do we wait expectantly for that touch? Do we trust that he is willing to make us whole? Do we know God to be good, loving, faithful and intimately involved in our lives? Allow Jesus to reach out his hand and touch you, to call you by name, to affirm your place in his heart and in the family of God.
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him." (Luke 5:12-13 NIV)
The man with leprosy - outcast, avoided, untouchable, unclean. Jesus reached out. He didn't turn away, cross the street or go out of his way to steer clear of this unclean man. He reached out. He reached out his hand and touched the man.
Touch is such a powerful thing. Just the act of physical contact after who-knows-how-long must have been, in itself, a wonderful thing for this man. That touch may have been more healing than the actual physical healing of his leprosy.
Touch is intimate, personal. Sometimes touch is not a safe thing and people avoid it for their own protection. Unsafe touch is worse than no touch. As a prayer minister, I ask someone if it's ok to lay hands on them when I pray for them because I know that some have experienced unsafe touch and could feel threatened or uncomfortable by any physical contact. What a shame that something that can bring so much comfort and reassurance can be, instead, a danger.
In the case of the man in the gospel, he was forced to withdraw from contact with others because of his leprosy. He was deprived of interpersonal relationships, of friendly handshakes or pats on the back, hugs of greeting or hugs of love. Along with suffering from this disease, he was cut off from his community and was forced to suffer separation and isolation. How sweet that the first thing Jesus did in answer to his request was to reach out his hand and touch this man. How profound that simple gesture must have been! We don't know how long this poor man had suffered alone but Jesus touched him, bringing him at once back into relationship and contact with the human race. That touch healed his broken spirit AND healed his diseased body.
This account reminds me of the woman who touched the hem of Jesus' garment and was healed from her years of bleeding. Again - isolated, cut off from society. Jesus' initial response is interesting to me: he asks who touched him. I can't help but think that Jesus must have known who touched him; he was, after all, fully human and fully God. But he invited her to step forward, to be acknowledged and seen - brought out of the shadows where she was ignored and avoided like the leprous man in the story from Luke. The next thing he did was call her "daughter". He restored her to the community, acknowledging that she was a person of great worth, precious in the eyes of her Father. Just as he reached out his hand and touched the man in Luke, he reached out and touched the woman by calling her daughter. Both of these people were publicly restored to the community, touched and identified, affirmed and valued by Jesus. Their physical bodies were indeed healed but how much more healing took place deep in their hearts? We can only wonder what life was like for these two after they were touched by Jesus.
In what ways do we allow ourselves to be touched by Jesus? Do we sit quietly in his presence and wait patiently for him to touch our hearts, to speak to us in that still, small voice? Do we reach out to him and ask for his healing of our inner hurts, our dis-ease of body, mind or soul? Do we wait expectantly for that touch? Do we trust that he is willing to make us whole? Do we know God to be good, loving, faithful and intimately involved in our lives? Allow Jesus to reach out his hand and touch you, to call you by name, to affirm your place in his heart and in the family of God.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
A Day in the Life
Matthew 14:10-21: He [Herod] sent and had John beheaded in the prison, and his head was brought on a platter and given to the girl, and she brought it to her mother. And his disciples came and took the body and buried it, and they went and told Jesus. Now when Jesus heard this, he withdrew from there in a boat to a desolate place by himself. But when the crowds heard it, they followed him on foot from the towns. When he went ashore he saw a great crowd, and he had compassion on them and healed their sick. Now when it was evening, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a desolate place, and the day is now over; send the crowds away to go into the villages and buy food for themselves.” But Jesus said, “They need not go away; you give them something to eat.” They said to him, “We have only five loaves here and two fish.” And he said, “Bring them here to me.” Then he ordered the crowds to sit down on the grass, and taking the five loaves and the two fish, he looked up to heaven and said a blessing. Then he broke the loaves and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the crowds. And they all ate and were satisfied. And they took up twelve baskets full of the broken pieces left over. And those who ate were about five thousand men, besides women and children.
What was it like to hear of the gruesome death of your cousin and not be able to mourn him? John was the herald of your coming, a man who boldly and unashamedly proclaimed the word he heard from your Father. He lived a life unlike other men, dedicated to the calling on his life. He proclaimed truth in spite of the threat of the authorities and suffered imprisonment and a horrible, cruel death as a result.
When you heard the news of his execution, it must have been an in-your-face reminder of what was to come in your own life. John was your cousin. We don't know how much family time you had with each other but your heart mourned the loss of the man who was your kin. Your heart also surely mourned the sin-sickness that led to such a death. You knew more than we could ever imagine about the hearts of man and you must have mourned that spiritual deadness as well.
It was only natural that you would want to go to a quiet place to be alone with your thoughts and your Father but that was not to be. Because you chose always to be about your Father's business, you responded to the needs of the people that had come in search of you. Thousands and thousands of people. How did you manage? I can't imagine the demands, the exhaustion, the spiritual impact as well as the physical impact of ministering to so many.
You knew their hunger. They were spiritually hungry as well as physically hungry and you continued to pour out your living water and bread of life on their thirsty and hungry souls. Fully God and fully man, your body had to feel the extreme demands placed upon it and yet you continued to give of yourself. The grief was put aside in order to do what you came to do. Your love was poured out on that day just like so many other days and just like it was poured out on that cross.
In your grief over a world that led to the loss of a man such as John, you poured out love and more love - healing, freeing, delivering and setting free thousands of souls. At the end of that very long day, you gathered them all together and fed them again. One mirace after another and yet I wonder if they realized the greatest miracle - the gift of love that never ends. Selfless, healing, powerful, transforming love.
What was it like to hear of the gruesome death of your cousin and not be able to mourn him? John was the herald of your coming, a man who boldly and unashamedly proclaimed the word he heard from your Father. He lived a life unlike other men, dedicated to the calling on his life. He proclaimed truth in spite of the threat of the authorities and suffered imprisonment and a horrible, cruel death as a result.
When you heard the news of his execution, it must have been an in-your-face reminder of what was to come in your own life. John was your cousin. We don't know how much family time you had with each other but your heart mourned the loss of the man who was your kin. Your heart also surely mourned the sin-sickness that led to such a death. You knew more than we could ever imagine about the hearts of man and you must have mourned that spiritual deadness as well.
It was only natural that you would want to go to a quiet place to be alone with your thoughts and your Father but that was not to be. Because you chose always to be about your Father's business, you responded to the needs of the people that had come in search of you. Thousands and thousands of people. How did you manage? I can't imagine the demands, the exhaustion, the spiritual impact as well as the physical impact of ministering to so many.
You knew their hunger. They were spiritually hungry as well as physically hungry and you continued to pour out your living water and bread of life on their thirsty and hungry souls. Fully God and fully man, your body had to feel the extreme demands placed upon it and yet you continued to give of yourself. The grief was put aside in order to do what you came to do. Your love was poured out on that day just like so many other days and just like it was poured out on that cross.
In your grief over a world that led to the loss of a man such as John, you poured out love and more love - healing, freeing, delivering and setting free thousands of souls. At the end of that very long day, you gathered them all together and fed them again. One mirace after another and yet I wonder if they realized the greatest miracle - the gift of love that never ends. Selfless, healing, powerful, transforming love.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Step by Step
Reading in Genesis the stories of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, I'm reminded once again of God's amazing grace as I recall the many ways he worked through such flawed and sinful people to accomplish his purposes. And not only that, but God blessed those very flawed people in amazing ways - ways that so far exceeded their understanding and even their own lifetimes.
God is not handicapped by our messes. The fact is, he works even in those messes to bring about blessing, new life and transformation. It's not to say that there weren't consequences for our Biblical forefathers just like there are for us. I have countless stories - well, maybe not countless (hopefully, I'm not that big of a mess!) - where God moved mightily in spite of my poor choices. I still had consequences to deal with but the Lord was with me every step; he taught me (huge understatement!), healed me, grew my faith and opened my eyes to deeper issues that he was bringing out of hidden corners into his powerful love and light. I can look back over the years at difficult situations and now describe those as God's classroom. In his sovereign wisdom, he allowed me to experience things that at the time seemed (and were) extremely difficult. In the years since, he has shown me so many things that I learned because he was with me - actively with me - in each and every one. He wasn't standing by as some aloof, uninvolved god. He was active - protecting me, guiding me, speaking to me and teaching me about his power, his presence, his love and forgiveness.
Years before I needed the knowledge and experience gained from a particular lesson, I was being prepared for what was to come; prepared to return the favor, in a way, as a prayer minister who can walk with someone through difficult and painful memories and know with all my heart that God will do just as he promises. He will bring this person through the trials and the pain and he will be glorified. I know truths about the Lord that are deeply embedded in the core of my being. I have seen his power and protection in dark and scary times; his love and forgiveness when I was incapable of mustering up an ounce of forgiveness for wrongs that had been committed. Even when I couldn't think about forgiving, the Lord was leading me to a place where I could be ministered to and brought into a place of healing that allowed his love to remove the pain from the wound that was inflicted, allowing me to truly forgive and pray the Lord's healing and blessing for the person who had wronged me or hurt me.
That's what the transforming power of the Spirit looks like. We're not left in our stuck-place - mired up in anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, etc. When my heart's desire is to seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, God sees beyond the crusty layer that's forming over a wounded heart to the hurt and pain that needs his loving touch. He gently - oh, so gently - begins to lift us out of our pit, opening our eyes to the truth of his love that casts out fear, that heals our deepest hurts and is the answer to our deepest needs. Even in our unwillingness, he is bringing us to a place of being willing - being ready - to receive what he has for us. Our crusty, hardened hearts become soft and pliable clay in our Potter's hands and we're molded into the beautiful vessel God is calling us to be. Forgiveness replaces bitterness, love replaces hatred, mercy replaces revenge and we begin to see others in a new light. We begin to see those who once were our enemies as lost sheep in search of their shepherd. And in God's amazing kingdom, we may even be a channel of peace and love to the very one who inflicted the wound.
What if, as we forgave someone or something that seemed unforgiveable, a life was turned around and a lost soul looked into the eyes of the Savior? We don't know what is going on in the "heavenlies"; we can't see the eternal benefits of one act done in obedience and response to our loving God. Just as the proverbial stone tossed into the water causes ripples that go way beyond that first splash, God uses our circumstances in ways far beyond our understanding or ability to see. Just as Abraham, Isaac and Jacob received blessings that pertained to their finite time of earth, the ripples of those blessings continue to this day and beyond. And those blessings weren't contingent on their being perfectly well-behaved citizens. Thank goodness! God worked in and through the lives of those very flawed and sinful men just the same as he works through the life of this very flawed and sinful woman.
I cannot begin to wrap my mind around the ways of the Lord. What I think of as roadblocks to his purposes are the very stepping stones he uses to accomplish his plans. It only goes to show me, once again, how small my view of God is - how limiting.
Lord, continue opening my eyes to your vastness, your sovereignty and holiness! You truly are an awesome God!
God is not handicapped by our messes. The fact is, he works even in those messes to bring about blessing, new life and transformation. It's not to say that there weren't consequences for our Biblical forefathers just like there are for us. I have countless stories - well, maybe not countless (hopefully, I'm not that big of a mess!) - where God moved mightily in spite of my poor choices. I still had consequences to deal with but the Lord was with me every step; he taught me (huge understatement!), healed me, grew my faith and opened my eyes to deeper issues that he was bringing out of hidden corners into his powerful love and light. I can look back over the years at difficult situations and now describe those as God's classroom. In his sovereign wisdom, he allowed me to experience things that at the time seemed (and were) extremely difficult. In the years since, he has shown me so many things that I learned because he was with me - actively with me - in each and every one. He wasn't standing by as some aloof, uninvolved god. He was active - protecting me, guiding me, speaking to me and teaching me about his power, his presence, his love and forgiveness.
Years before I needed the knowledge and experience gained from a particular lesson, I was being prepared for what was to come; prepared to return the favor, in a way, as a prayer minister who can walk with someone through difficult and painful memories and know with all my heart that God will do just as he promises. He will bring this person through the trials and the pain and he will be glorified. I know truths about the Lord that are deeply embedded in the core of my being. I have seen his power and protection in dark and scary times; his love and forgiveness when I was incapable of mustering up an ounce of forgiveness for wrongs that had been committed. Even when I couldn't think about forgiving, the Lord was leading me to a place where I could be ministered to and brought into a place of healing that allowed his love to remove the pain from the wound that was inflicted, allowing me to truly forgive and pray the Lord's healing and blessing for the person who had wronged me or hurt me.
That's what the transforming power of the Spirit looks like. We're not left in our stuck-place - mired up in anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, etc. When my heart's desire is to seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, God sees beyond the crusty layer that's forming over a wounded heart to the hurt and pain that needs his loving touch. He gently - oh, so gently - begins to lift us out of our pit, opening our eyes to the truth of his love that casts out fear, that heals our deepest hurts and is the answer to our deepest needs. Even in our unwillingness, he is bringing us to a place of being willing - being ready - to receive what he has for us. Our crusty, hardened hearts become soft and pliable clay in our Potter's hands and we're molded into the beautiful vessel God is calling us to be. Forgiveness replaces bitterness, love replaces hatred, mercy replaces revenge and we begin to see others in a new light. We begin to see those who once were our enemies as lost sheep in search of their shepherd. And in God's amazing kingdom, we may even be a channel of peace and love to the very one who inflicted the wound.
What if, as we forgave someone or something that seemed unforgiveable, a life was turned around and a lost soul looked into the eyes of the Savior? We don't know what is going on in the "heavenlies"; we can't see the eternal benefits of one act done in obedience and response to our loving God. Just as the proverbial stone tossed into the water causes ripples that go way beyond that first splash, God uses our circumstances in ways far beyond our understanding or ability to see. Just as Abraham, Isaac and Jacob received blessings that pertained to their finite time of earth, the ripples of those blessings continue to this day and beyond. And those blessings weren't contingent on their being perfectly well-behaved citizens. Thank goodness! God worked in and through the lives of those very flawed and sinful men just the same as he works through the life of this very flawed and sinful woman.
I cannot begin to wrap my mind around the ways of the Lord. What I think of as roadblocks to his purposes are the very stepping stones he uses to accomplish his plans. It only goes to show me, once again, how small my view of God is - how limiting.
Lord, continue opening my eyes to your vastness, your sovereignty and holiness! You truly are an awesome God!
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