Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Delight yourself in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret...(Psalm 37:3-7)
Trust. Dwell. Enjoy. Delight. Commit. What an incredible collection of words! And all in one place to boot. It is almost as if, here in Psalm 37, God is trying to show us how desirable this life with him really is; particularly when contrasted with the life of fretting--which is another significant word in the Psalm. Don't fret your way through life, but instead trust in Me, dwell in the land I have given you, enjoy the safe pasture that only I can provide, delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart--because to delight in Me IS the desire of your heart.
The word for fret is charah which means to be hot, furious; to burn with anger, or to kindle harsh feelings. It is where we get the word charred. I don't know about you, but I fret a lot. Someone will say something that I interpret the wrong way, or I will do something that doesn't turn out quite like I want it to and bingo...fret. It starts a fire within me that burns and stews and smolders. One that I try to keep hidden, try to keep a lid on, which makes it continue to burn and burn deep in my heart. Eventually it will come out, and when it does it is bound to char somebody.
"Don't do that," David tells us, "It leads only to death." Duh! It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out, but still somehow I have trouble remembering it anyway. Most notably, the death that fretting leads to is the death of your soul. And God longs for life for us. So he tells us that instead of fretting, "Delight yourself in the Lord." The word for delight is anag which means to live softly or delicately; to allure or entice. It is used of the amorous gestures of a woman. It is a very seductive word. It invites us into a very passionate and intimate posture with our God; a deep romancing, if you will. That is what God truly desires both for us and from us. When we delight ourselves in him--when we enter in to that Sacred Romance--then, and only then, will the deepest desires of our hearts be met. So how could we possibly choose to do anything else. Today, let's delight in him.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
come
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. (Matthew 11:28-30)
I don't know about you, but the very sound of these words does something deep within me. They make something come to life, something stand on tip toe, something leap within my soul. I guess it is because my soul longs deeply for true rest. The word used here for rest is anapauo, which means to cause or permit one to cease from any movement or labor in order to recover and collect his strength. How's that for a definition?
Our souls also long to be filled. Therefore, our lives are one long movement in the direction of pursuing our deepest longings. The problem is that we stop too soon--too near the top. When we taste something that tastes good to our soul, we assume that that is what our soul was made to be filled with. And so there we go, charging off in the direction of that person or that thing, trying to extract something from them that they were never intended (or able) to fully give us. C. S. Lewis said it so well: The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. (Weight of Glory by C. S. Lewis) In other words, the deepest, most wonderful things of this life were never intended to fully satisfy us, but to point us forward...to God.
We also stop too soon in our definition of rest. Most often, when we hear the word rest, we think of bodily rest; and rightly so because that is a significant part of the picture. Bodily rest is important and affects everything else about us. But it is, however, only a small part of a much larger picture. For the rest that Jesus is talking about here is much deeper. Jesus is offering us soul rest. Our soul is the deepest part of us. It is our essence, who we really are inside, our innermost being. And it was made to be filled and brought to life by God and God alone: And the Lord God formed man out of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. (Genesis 2:7) That is the part of us to which Jesus is offering rest. Deep soul rest that gives us the freedom from running around desperately trying to have our longings met by people and things that were never intended to meet (fully) those deepest longings.
So when he says to us, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened," he is offering us an invitation to leave behind all of the ways we are trying to perform (weary), and let go of the heavy load of trying to achieve (burdened). To stop chasing recognition and affirmation and connection and security, from anyone and anything under the sun, and turn to him. He is inviting us to take up his yoke. He is inviting us to have all of the deepest longings of our hearts and souls met in him; with no more running, or posturing, or jockeying. That is what will give us real soul rest. So come...
I don't know about you, but the very sound of these words does something deep within me. They make something come to life, something stand on tip toe, something leap within my soul. I guess it is because my soul longs deeply for true rest. The word used here for rest is anapauo, which means to cause or permit one to cease from any movement or labor in order to recover and collect his strength. How's that for a definition?
Our souls also long to be filled. Therefore, our lives are one long movement in the direction of pursuing our deepest longings. The problem is that we stop too soon--too near the top. When we taste something that tastes good to our soul, we assume that that is what our soul was made to be filled with. And so there we go, charging off in the direction of that person or that thing, trying to extract something from them that they were never intended (or able) to fully give us. C. S. Lewis said it so well: The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. (Weight of Glory by C. S. Lewis) In other words, the deepest, most wonderful things of this life were never intended to fully satisfy us, but to point us forward...to God.
We also stop too soon in our definition of rest. Most often, when we hear the word rest, we think of bodily rest; and rightly so because that is a significant part of the picture. Bodily rest is important and affects everything else about us. But it is, however, only a small part of a much larger picture. For the rest that Jesus is talking about here is much deeper. Jesus is offering us soul rest. Our soul is the deepest part of us. It is our essence, who we really are inside, our innermost being. And it was made to be filled and brought to life by God and God alone: And the Lord God formed man out of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. (Genesis 2:7) That is the part of us to which Jesus is offering rest. Deep soul rest that gives us the freedom from running around desperately trying to have our longings met by people and things that were never intended to meet (fully) those deepest longings.
So when he says to us, "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened," he is offering us an invitation to leave behind all of the ways we are trying to perform (weary), and let go of the heavy load of trying to achieve (burdened). To stop chasing recognition and affirmation and connection and security, from anyone and anything under the sun, and turn to him. He is inviting us to take up his yoke. He is inviting us to have all of the deepest longings of our hearts and souls met in him; with no more running, or posturing, or jockeying. That is what will give us real soul rest. So come...
Thursday, June 19, 2014
free
To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, "If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." (John 8:31-32)
I have been spending a good bit of time the past week or so thinking about freedom, and what it really means, and how it really happens. Jesus was very clear in telling us that if we want to be truly free, it will only come through him. In fact, a little later in John's gospel, Jesus tells us that he is the truth; as well as the way and the life. So he is not only the truth, but he is the way to truth as well. Therefore, the only way to truth, and thus the only way to freedom, is through relationship with him. And, conversely, if we are not free, it must be because we are believing something that is not true.
My guess is that we even need to consider our definition of the word freedom to begin with. Maybe our very definition of freedom is not true. How would you define it? If you look up the word free in dictionary it is defined as personal liberty. But I'm not at all sure that this is a true definition. At least it wouldn't seem to be true given Jesus' definition. One of the biggest lies that we tend to believe is that freedom means getting to do whatever we want to. And if we are not able to do whatever we want, then we must not be free. But in reality, freedom does not have to do with being able to do whatever we want, it has to do with being who we were intended/created to be. When we are being the person that God made us to be, then, and only then, is there any possibility that we can actually be free.
For example, I was on a day of solitude the other day at one of my favorite places in the world with two dear friends. We spent most of the day by ourselves being with God in silence, coming together for lunch to talk a little about what God was up to and how he was meeting us. Early on in our time alone with God I noticed a couple of hawks enjoying the beautiful day by riding the winds and soaring through the blue summer sky. They are regular companions on my days of solitude at this particular retreat center. And for some reason, this day they really caught my attention. I began to watch them float and glide and soar. And as I watched them, I realized that God was giving me a perfect picture of the beautiful freedom I had been reflecting on all week long. Here's what came next:
you ride the currents of the wind
so smoothly, so effortlessly, so naturally
no work or toil or strain
yours is just to be
content with wherever the breezes
may lead or guide or direct
not fighting against
but joining with
the created order
you glide and ride and float
you circle and spiral and soar
offering no resistance, only cooperation
with the forces much larger than yourself
you are but a small piece
of a much larger beauty
which you so gracefully surrender to
going only where the winds take you
being only who you are
now that's freedom!
That's when it hit me: going wherever you want is not freedom; going where you were intended is. It is the truth that sets us free.
I have been spending a good bit of time the past week or so thinking about freedom, and what it really means, and how it really happens. Jesus was very clear in telling us that if we want to be truly free, it will only come through him. In fact, a little later in John's gospel, Jesus tells us that he is the truth; as well as the way and the life. So he is not only the truth, but he is the way to truth as well. Therefore, the only way to truth, and thus the only way to freedom, is through relationship with him. And, conversely, if we are not free, it must be because we are believing something that is not true.
My guess is that we even need to consider our definition of the word freedom to begin with. Maybe our very definition of freedom is not true. How would you define it? If you look up the word free in dictionary it is defined as personal liberty. But I'm not at all sure that this is a true definition. At least it wouldn't seem to be true given Jesus' definition. One of the biggest lies that we tend to believe is that freedom means getting to do whatever we want to. And if we are not able to do whatever we want, then we must not be free. But in reality, freedom does not have to do with being able to do whatever we want, it has to do with being who we were intended/created to be. When we are being the person that God made us to be, then, and only then, is there any possibility that we can actually be free.
For example, I was on a day of solitude the other day at one of my favorite places in the world with two dear friends. We spent most of the day by ourselves being with God in silence, coming together for lunch to talk a little about what God was up to and how he was meeting us. Early on in our time alone with God I noticed a couple of hawks enjoying the beautiful day by riding the winds and soaring through the blue summer sky. They are regular companions on my days of solitude at this particular retreat center. And for some reason, this day they really caught my attention. I began to watch them float and glide and soar. And as I watched them, I realized that God was giving me a perfect picture of the beautiful freedom I had been reflecting on all week long. Here's what came next:
you ride the currents of the wind
so smoothly, so effortlessly, so naturally
no work or toil or strain
yours is just to be
content with wherever the breezes
may lead or guide or direct
not fighting against
but joining with
the created order
you glide and ride and float
you circle and spiral and soar
offering no resistance, only cooperation
with the forces much larger than yourself
you are but a small piece
of a much larger beauty
which you so gracefully surrender to
going only where the winds take you
being only who you are
now that's freedom!
That's when it hit me: going wherever you want is not freedom; going where you were intended is. It is the truth that sets us free.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
father issues
I was sitting with a couple of friends a few months ago talking about the images of God we carry around within us that simply aren't true. We were wondering out loud about where these images had come from and how we had come to believe that they were actually true. As we talked, we had to acknowledge the fact that, however it happened, somehow these images had taken root deep inside of us and greatly affected the way we lived our lives. They had created patterns, habits, and ways of being and thinking that were so deeply ingrained in us that they seemed impossible to break free of. But as we were talking a beautiful image began to emerge, an image of God as a kind and loving father. A father that is so delighted with us that the very thought of us brings a huge smile to his face and deep joy to his heart. A father that is so overcome with love for us that the very sight us makes his heart skip a beat and brings a song to his lips. And as we discussed this particular image the two friends stopped, looked at each other (obviously they had been down this road together before), and said that this particular image was really hard for them to believe because they both had "father issues." And, from the moment they said those words, the phrase has stuck with me ever since. First and foremost because, as a father, it terrifies me. It makes me wonder what wounds and scars I have left on the inner terrain of my own children through the years; what "father issues" I have created for them. And secondly because it causes me to admit that we all have marks (both good and bad) that have been left on us by our experiences of growing up in a "fallen world." Even those of us, like me, with the best of fathers.
Fathers have it tough. We put a lot on them. Even the very best Dads are far from perfect and cannot possibly live up the expectations and demands we put on them. Every single one of us, no matter how hard we try, will disappoint and let down our families in some way or another. We can't possibly love them the way they most need for us to. It is just a simple fact. That is not meant to excuse or dismiss the responsibility that fathers are charged with. And it is not meant to excuse or dismiss the fact that, in this fallen world, some fathers do horrific and unimaginable things to their kids that no child anywhere at any time should ever have to endure. But we need to come to terms with the fact that our fathers can never love us the way we most deeply need and desire to be loved--only God can. I wonder if most of our "father issues" arise when we begin to demand or expect something from our fathers that only God can give. Only God can love us as deeply and perfectly and as passionately as we need and long to be loved. And when we allow ourselves to be convinced of and captured by that incredible Father-love of God, then, and only then, can the deepest longings of our souls be satisfied. Only then can we be free and able to love our families deeply and well.
I think that's part of what Jesus was getting at when he told the story of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15. He was trying to give us an image of God that would capture us so fully and completely that it would change everything about us. Just look at the following verses and you will see what I mean:
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. (Luke 15:20-24 NIV)
We all know the story. A father has two sons. The younger of the two comes and asks for his share of the inheritance, so the father gives it to him. The son then proceeds to leave the house for a distant land where he squanders his inheritance on wild living. When he reaches bottom, in the filth and stink of the pig sty, he finally comes to his sense and heads home, practicing his speech all along the way, hoping his father will have mercy on him and take him back. But the father had not been angry, in fact, the father had been waiting; watching, hoping, and dreaming of the day he would see his son on the horizon, coming back home. That's where it gets really good. That's where we begin to see the depths of the heart of this Father. Just look at the words.
While he was still a long way off. I absolutely love this line! I love it because the son hadn't arrived yet. The father loved him while he was still a long way off. In fact, that's where the father met him. He didn't meet him on the porch, and he didn't meet him inside the house. He met him out in the field while he was still a long way off. The son was totally accepted by the father. I don't know about you, but that is a great comfort to me. I haven't arrived yet either. I am still a major work in progress too. I'm still in process. I'm still on the way. I'm still a long way off. I'm still a mess, yet God the father loves me, accepts me, and meets me right there in the midst of it all. Right in the middle of the field. What a wonderful father!
His father saw him. I absolutely love this word! It is more than just a casual seeing. In fact, this word is used often to describe Jesus' type of seeing. It means to see into. It is a seeing that goes far beyond the surface, to the very heart. We all have such a deep longing to be seen. I know, I know, we are fearful and hiding most of the time, but, at our core, we really do long to be seen, to be known, to be accepted, and to be loved anyway. We are so tired of hiding. We are so tired of trying to make things look okay on the surface. We know better. We know what really lies underneath. But when we keep people on the surface in fear, we will never be truly known. And we were made to be known. The amazing thing is that God (the father) sees us to the core and loves us anyway. He sees us and doesn't run away screaming because of what he has seen. In fact, he does just the opposite.
He was filled with compassion. Instead of being repulsed by what he had seem, a deep love welled up in his heart. The words used here literally mean to be moved from the depths of your being. When the father saw the son (really saw him), he was deeply moved, from the depths of his heart, with love. Be really honest here. How do you think God really looks at you? When he sees you, what fills his heart? My honest answers are: disappointment, frustration, sadness, contempt, or, at the very least, indifference. What about you? Fill in the blank. When God sees me he is filled with___________. The truth is that he is filled with a love that comes from the depths of his heart. We are loved more deeply than we could ever imagine.
He ran. He what? Are you kidding me? God ran? God ran to me? He didn't wait. He didn't make the son come crawling back. He didn't stay on the porch. As a matter of fact, he couldn't stay on the porch. His heart just would not allow it. His heart would not allow his feet to be still, so he ran. That's what the whole incarnation is all about, by the way. God just couldn't stay away. He desires us so deeply that he runs to us. God desires you.
He threw his arms around him. In spite of the leaving home, in spite of the time in a distant land, in spite of squandering his inheritance, in spite of the fact that the stink of the pig sty was still heavily upon him; he threw his arms around him. He didn't make him go inside and change his clothes first, he didn't make him take a bath and get cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around him. We all long to be deeply embraced, warts and all, stink and all, dirt and all. God longs to wrap his arms around us.
He kissed him. And not only did he kiss him, but the words literally mean, he kissed him much. He smothered him with kisses. He could not stop kissing him, so deep was his love and affection for his son. God has deep affection for us. God longs for intimate and passionate relationship with us.
So they began to celebrate. All of us deeply long to be celebrated. In fact, we long for it so deeply that we will be celebrated somehow by someone. We will work to make sure it happens, or die trying. Accomplishments, achievements, reputation, appearance, performance, etc. (See this post) Unfortunately, when we seek to have our need to be celebrated satisfied by the world alone, it is like a dog chasing its tail. It is an endless cycle of need and desire. It is a bottomless pit. That is because we are chasing something that only God can give us. God celebrates you!!! He is delighted in you!!! As a matter of fact Zephaniah 3:17 tells us that he is so delighted in us that it brings a song to his lips. God loves you more than you could dream about in your wildest dreams.
But that's not where it all ends. In fact, that is where it all begins. Because God loves us like that so that we can offer that same love to a lost and broken world. The point of the parable is not to always be the younger son, or the older brother, but to be more and more like the Father. The father, as Paul tells us in Ephesians 3:14, from whom all fatherhood, in heaven and earth, derives its name.
So today, on this Father's Day, know the deep love and affection, the joy and delight of your Father God. And go, into your home and community and world to be bearers and sharers of this love passes knowledge. May his love and peace be with you.
Fathers have it tough. We put a lot on them. Even the very best Dads are far from perfect and cannot possibly live up the expectations and demands we put on them. Every single one of us, no matter how hard we try, will disappoint and let down our families in some way or another. We can't possibly love them the way they most need for us to. It is just a simple fact. That is not meant to excuse or dismiss the responsibility that fathers are charged with. And it is not meant to excuse or dismiss the fact that, in this fallen world, some fathers do horrific and unimaginable things to their kids that no child anywhere at any time should ever have to endure. But we need to come to terms with the fact that our fathers can never love us the way we most deeply need and desire to be loved--only God can. I wonder if most of our "father issues" arise when we begin to demand or expect something from our fathers that only God can give. Only God can love us as deeply and perfectly and as passionately as we need and long to be loved. And when we allow ourselves to be convinced of and captured by that incredible Father-love of God, then, and only then, can the deepest longings of our souls be satisfied. Only then can we be free and able to love our families deeply and well.
I think that's part of what Jesus was getting at when he told the story of the Prodigal Son in Luke 15. He was trying to give us an image of God that would capture us so fully and completely that it would change everything about us. Just look at the following verses and you will see what I mean:
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
“The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate. (Luke 15:20-24 NIV)
We all know the story. A father has two sons. The younger of the two comes and asks for his share of the inheritance, so the father gives it to him. The son then proceeds to leave the house for a distant land where he squanders his inheritance on wild living. When he reaches bottom, in the filth and stink of the pig sty, he finally comes to his sense and heads home, practicing his speech all along the way, hoping his father will have mercy on him and take him back. But the father had not been angry, in fact, the father had been waiting; watching, hoping, and dreaming of the day he would see his son on the horizon, coming back home. That's where it gets really good. That's where we begin to see the depths of the heart of this Father. Just look at the words.
While he was still a long way off. I absolutely love this line! I love it because the son hadn't arrived yet. The father loved him while he was still a long way off. In fact, that's where the father met him. He didn't meet him on the porch, and he didn't meet him inside the house. He met him out in the field while he was still a long way off. The son was totally accepted by the father. I don't know about you, but that is a great comfort to me. I haven't arrived yet either. I am still a major work in progress too. I'm still in process. I'm still on the way. I'm still a long way off. I'm still a mess, yet God the father loves me, accepts me, and meets me right there in the midst of it all. Right in the middle of the field. What a wonderful father!
His father saw him. I absolutely love this word! It is more than just a casual seeing. In fact, this word is used often to describe Jesus' type of seeing. It means to see into. It is a seeing that goes far beyond the surface, to the very heart. We all have such a deep longing to be seen. I know, I know, we are fearful and hiding most of the time, but, at our core, we really do long to be seen, to be known, to be accepted, and to be loved anyway. We are so tired of hiding. We are so tired of trying to make things look okay on the surface. We know better. We know what really lies underneath. But when we keep people on the surface in fear, we will never be truly known. And we were made to be known. The amazing thing is that God (the father) sees us to the core and loves us anyway. He sees us and doesn't run away screaming because of what he has seen. In fact, he does just the opposite.
He was filled with compassion. Instead of being repulsed by what he had seem, a deep love welled up in his heart. The words used here literally mean to be moved from the depths of your being. When the father saw the son (really saw him), he was deeply moved, from the depths of his heart, with love. Be really honest here. How do you think God really looks at you? When he sees you, what fills his heart? My honest answers are: disappointment, frustration, sadness, contempt, or, at the very least, indifference. What about you? Fill in the blank. When God sees me he is filled with___________. The truth is that he is filled with a love that comes from the depths of his heart. We are loved more deeply than we could ever imagine.
He ran. He what? Are you kidding me? God ran? God ran to me? He didn't wait. He didn't make the son come crawling back. He didn't stay on the porch. As a matter of fact, he couldn't stay on the porch. His heart just would not allow it. His heart would not allow his feet to be still, so he ran. That's what the whole incarnation is all about, by the way. God just couldn't stay away. He desires us so deeply that he runs to us. God desires you.
He threw his arms around him. In spite of the leaving home, in spite of the time in a distant land, in spite of squandering his inheritance, in spite of the fact that the stink of the pig sty was still heavily upon him; he threw his arms around him. He didn't make him go inside and change his clothes first, he didn't make him take a bath and get cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around him. We all long to be deeply embraced, warts and all, stink and all, dirt and all. God longs to wrap his arms around us.
He kissed him. And not only did he kiss him, but the words literally mean, he kissed him much. He smothered him with kisses. He could not stop kissing him, so deep was his love and affection for his son. God has deep affection for us. God longs for intimate and passionate relationship with us.
So they began to celebrate. All of us deeply long to be celebrated. In fact, we long for it so deeply that we will be celebrated somehow by someone. We will work to make sure it happens, or die trying. Accomplishments, achievements, reputation, appearance, performance, etc. (See this post) Unfortunately, when we seek to have our need to be celebrated satisfied by the world alone, it is like a dog chasing its tail. It is an endless cycle of need and desire. It is a bottomless pit. That is because we are chasing something that only God can give us. God celebrates you!!! He is delighted in you!!! As a matter of fact Zephaniah 3:17 tells us that he is so delighted in us that it brings a song to his lips. God loves you more than you could dream about in your wildest dreams.
But that's not where it all ends. In fact, that is where it all begins. Because God loves us like that so that we can offer that same love to a lost and broken world. The point of the parable is not to always be the younger son, or the older brother, but to be more and more like the Father. The father, as Paul tells us in Ephesians 3:14, from whom all fatherhood, in heaven and earth, derives its name.
So today, on this Father's Day, know the deep love and affection, the joy and delight of your Father God. And go, into your home and community and world to be bearers and sharers of this love passes knowledge. May his love and peace be with you.
Monday, June 2, 2014
today
See, I set before you today life and prosperity, death and destruction. For I command you today to love the Lord your God, to walk in his ways, and to keep his commands, decrees and laws; then you will live and increase, and the Lord your God will bless you in the land you are entering to possess.
Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the Lord your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the Lord is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. (Deuteronomy 30:15-16, 19-20)
This was my reading from scripture this morning. What a challenge! It is so incredibly easy to let today get away from me if I am not paying careful attention. And then, before I know it, several todays have gotten away from me with it, and I have lost a week, or a month. So I was incredibly grateful to hear these words from Deuteronomy that remind me that today the choice is mine. I can choose life with God and all that it entails (loving him, listening to his voice, holding fast to him), or I can choose to let circumstances, moods, busyness, or chaos determine how I will live this day. Recognizing both the choice and the choosing is key for me. I can intentionally choose to follow Him today, or I can allow allow the day to sweep me away in some trace-like state of being that is void of any intention or direction. The choice is clear, I can, today, live my life (in the best possible sense), or I can let my life live me. I don't know about you, but I'm choosing life.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order--willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
~Annie Dillard
Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the Lord your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him. For the Lord is your life, and he will give you many years in the land he swore to give to your fathers, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. (Deuteronomy 30:15-16, 19-20)
This was my reading from scripture this morning. What a challenge! It is so incredibly easy to let today get away from me if I am not paying careful attention. And then, before I know it, several todays have gotten away from me with it, and I have lost a week, or a month. So I was incredibly grateful to hear these words from Deuteronomy that remind me that today the choice is mine. I can choose life with God and all that it entails (loving him, listening to his voice, holding fast to him), or I can choose to let circumstances, moods, busyness, or chaos determine how I will live this day. Recognizing both the choice and the choosing is key for me. I can intentionally choose to follow Him today, or I can allow allow the day to sweep me away in some trace-like state of being that is void of any intention or direction. The choice is clear, I can, today, live my life (in the best possible sense), or I can let my life live me. I don't know about you, but I'm choosing life.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. A schedule is a mock-up of reason and order--willed, faked, and so brought into being; it is a peace and a haven set into the wreck of time; it is a lifeboat on which you find yourself, decades later, still living.
~Annie Dillard
Thursday, May 22, 2014
earnestly i seek you
O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you; my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
~Psalm 63:1
What does it look like to seek God earnestly? The dictionary tells us that the definition of the word earnestly is "serious in intention, purpose, or effort; sincerely zealous." Wow, that's a pretty weighty definition; particularly when we are applying it to our seeking of God. When I seek God do I have serious intention, or is it just casual, haphazard, and random? Am I serious in purpose, or am I aimless and adrift? Am I serious in effort, or am I lackadaisical, tepid, and lazy? My guess is that if I indeed want to find Him in my seeking, it will depend a good bit on the earnestness of my seeking. At least that's what Jeremiah would tell us: "You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart." (Jeremiah 29:13)
The Hebrew word for earnestly is shachar which means to seek diligently, or early. This word gives the definite impression that the thing that is being sought in this manner is the first thing, the most important thing, or, as Jesus said, the one thing. When we seek something in this way, all other things take a back seat.
So, back to the original question: What does it look like to seek God earnestly? Or, more specifically, what does it look like for me to seek God earnestly? And if I am not seeking him earnestly right now, what is the word I would use for how I am seeking him? And is that enough? Enough for me? Enough for him? What am I seeking earnestly (if not God)? And what does that tell me?
I think this whole Psalm (63), and this whole earnestly thing hinges on what David says in verse 3: "Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you." Do we really believe that? Do we really believe that God's love is the best thing? Until we truly believe that, we simply will not seek him earnestly. In fact, we will earnestly seek whatever that thing is that we think is better than life. Jesus said it so well when he said, "For where your treasure is, your heart will be also." (Matthew 6:21)
So that leaves us to ask ourselves: What will it take for us to make the leap from seeking him casually, or comfortably, or even regularly, to seeking him earnestly? And are we willing to make that leap. If we aren't, then Lord help us.
my soul thirsts for you; my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
~Psalm 63:1
What does it look like to seek God earnestly? The dictionary tells us that the definition of the word earnestly is "serious in intention, purpose, or effort; sincerely zealous." Wow, that's a pretty weighty definition; particularly when we are applying it to our seeking of God. When I seek God do I have serious intention, or is it just casual, haphazard, and random? Am I serious in purpose, or am I aimless and adrift? Am I serious in effort, or am I lackadaisical, tepid, and lazy? My guess is that if I indeed want to find Him in my seeking, it will depend a good bit on the earnestness of my seeking. At least that's what Jeremiah would tell us: "You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart." (Jeremiah 29:13)
The Hebrew word for earnestly is shachar which means to seek diligently, or early. This word gives the definite impression that the thing that is being sought in this manner is the first thing, the most important thing, or, as Jesus said, the one thing. When we seek something in this way, all other things take a back seat.
So, back to the original question: What does it look like to seek God earnestly? Or, more specifically, what does it look like for me to seek God earnestly? And if I am not seeking him earnestly right now, what is the word I would use for how I am seeking him? And is that enough? Enough for me? Enough for him? What am I seeking earnestly (if not God)? And what does that tell me?
I think this whole Psalm (63), and this whole earnestly thing hinges on what David says in verse 3: "Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you." Do we really believe that? Do we really believe that God's love is the best thing? Until we truly believe that, we simply will not seek him earnestly. In fact, we will earnestly seek whatever that thing is that we think is better than life. Jesus said it so well when he said, "For where your treasure is, your heart will be also." (Matthew 6:21)
So that leaves us to ask ourselves: What will it take for us to make the leap from seeking him casually, or comfortably, or even regularly, to seeking him earnestly? And are we willing to make that leap. If we aren't, then Lord help us.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
a simple question
What do you want me to do for you? (Mark 10:36, 51)
It seems like a simple enough question. Yet when asked in two different contexts (both in the 10th chapter of Mark) it gets two very different responses, thus revealing its brilliance. For, at its heart, it is a diagnostic question; one that gets right down to what we truly believe. It is a question that bypasses all of our defenses and facades and cuts right to the heart of the matter. What is it that we truly believe with give us the life and the meaning we most deeply long for?
For James and John it was honor. They wanted to sit at Jesus' right and left in his glory. They wanted the spots reserved for the most important people, which shouldn't really surprise us since they, along with all the other disciples, were constantly arguing about which one of them was the greatest. Position, evidently, was really important to them.
Bartimaeus is a different story altogether. He realized that he was at the bottom of the ladder, so he simply begged for mercy. And when asked the same insightful question that Jesus asked James and John, he simply replied, "Lord, I want to see." What an incredible request. If only James and John could've been wise enough to ask for the same. The problem is that they thought they could see already.
I think Mark put these two stories side by side so that we couldn't help but see the contrast. I think he put them side by side so that we couldn't help but ask ourselves. "Who am I more like? What would my answer to that question be?"
It seems like a simple enough question. Yet when asked in two different contexts (both in the 10th chapter of Mark) it gets two very different responses, thus revealing its brilliance. For, at its heart, it is a diagnostic question; one that gets right down to what we truly believe. It is a question that bypasses all of our defenses and facades and cuts right to the heart of the matter. What is it that we truly believe with give us the life and the meaning we most deeply long for?
For James and John it was honor. They wanted to sit at Jesus' right and left in his glory. They wanted the spots reserved for the most important people, which shouldn't really surprise us since they, along with all the other disciples, were constantly arguing about which one of them was the greatest. Position, evidently, was really important to them.
Bartimaeus is a different story altogether. He realized that he was at the bottom of the ladder, so he simply begged for mercy. And when asked the same insightful question that Jesus asked James and John, he simply replied, "Lord, I want to see." What an incredible request. If only James and John could've been wise enough to ask for the same. The problem is that they thought they could see already.
I think Mark put these two stories side by side so that we couldn't help but see the contrast. I think he put them side by side so that we couldn't help but ask ourselves. "Who am I more like? What would my answer to that question be?"
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