I'm thinking about turkey. And dressing. And pie. To be fair, I think about pie a lot. I'm thinking about family and friends. I'm thinking about fun and laughter. I think about laughter a lot, too.
I'm thinking about a young man, lost and confused. I'm thinking about darkness he passed through. I'm thinking about the Word that came alive one day, and brought living hope into his heart. I'm thinking about the light that has lit his path since that day.
I'm thinking about the Savior, who stepped out of heaven and into our world. I'm thinking about how he lived a righteous life. I'm think about how he laid down his life as an exchange for our lives--his righteousness in exchange for our guilt. I'm thinking about how he rose from the grave. I'm thinking about how he grants life to those who come to him.
I'm thinking about how my ancestors, all spread out throughout the world, had descendants who met in America. I'm thinking of how I'm the product of "The Melting Pot." I'm thinking that wouldn't have been possible without the hand of providence that brought the Pilgrims to Plymouth or the Native Americans to their aid. I'm thinking of all the events that had to happen to bring me to this point right now.
As I sit here thinking, my heart is moved to gratitude. I'm am thankful. I don't mean that I'm thankful in some generic sense--as if I'm saying: "To Whom it May Concern, Thank you!". No, I am thankful the God who made me, who redeemed me through the blood of Christ. I'm thankful to God, for all I am, for all I'm becoming.
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Monday, November 19, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Growing in Gratitude
Why me? Why do I have to have a headache right now? Isn't what I'm doing super important, why let a headache ruin that? These are the kind of whining questions I asked God earlier today. I have become so accustom to the blessings that flow in my life, that I despise any deviation from my routine. I act as if I am entitled to a trouble-free life.
In reality, who am I to complain? I am truly blessed. I was reminded of how blessed I am, as I strolled through the nursing home earlier tonight. I don't know what my future holds, but right now I my life is full blessing. Everywhere I look, I see another reason that I should be grateful.
I don't say this to boast. I say it because I am so frequently reminded of my ingratitude. I'm learning to be grateful for all the small things. The process is slow, and punctuated with failure on my part. Even when I do feel gratitude, I'm not always sure the best way to show it.
The good thing about gratitude, it is contagious. The more you begin to think about what you have been blessed with, the more you blessings you begin to see. The more you see, the more you begin to thank God for. The more you thank God, the more people begin to see God at work around them. They begin to see, and the process begins again.
I'm grateful for the growth I see in my life, even if I complain it isn't as much as I wanted. Growth is a sign of life. And that is worth giving thanks.
In reality, who am I to complain? I am truly blessed. I was reminded of how blessed I am, as I strolled through the nursing home earlier tonight. I don't know what my future holds, but right now I my life is full blessing. Everywhere I look, I see another reason that I should be grateful.
I don't say this to boast. I say it because I am so frequently reminded of my ingratitude. I'm learning to be grateful for all the small things. The process is slow, and punctuated with failure on my part. Even when I do feel gratitude, I'm not always sure the best way to show it.
The good thing about gratitude, it is contagious. The more you begin to think about what you have been blessed with, the more you blessings you begin to see. The more you see, the more you begin to thank God for. The more you thank God, the more people begin to see God at work around them. They begin to see, and the process begins again.
I'm grateful for the growth I see in my life, even if I complain it isn't as much as I wanted. Growth is a sign of life. And that is worth giving thanks.
Friday, June 17, 2011
T.G.I.F.
I'm convinced the expression, "Thank God it's Friday," originated in the Vacation Bible School (VBS). In case you don't know what "Vacation Bible School" is, it is a mixture of inspiration and madness. Churches open their doors for a week long series of Bible studies aimed at helping children learn about Jesus. We sing, dance, eat, craft, play, and most importantly, we learn about Jesus.It's part inspiration because we are called to go into our world and make disciples. VBS is often used to build bridges with families and the surrounding community. You can often get children, who wouldn't normally come to your church, to participate in VBS.
It's part madness because kids often outnumber the workers. The kids are bursting with energy, since their days aren't spent in school. There is usually a mix of churched and unchurched children. Creative energy is released within the teachers. There is often a slightly different church atmosphere.
I'm not complaining. I love every minute of it. Even in the moments where things go wrong, or children erupt into a temper tantrum, there is a beauty in the madness. God is at work, shaping, stretching, teaching. Adults usually come to VBS to teach, but we can learn so much.
Monticello really takes VBS seriously. That's not to say it's not fun. We're serious about fun, too. We want the kids to connect to Jesus while having a great time. We have hardworking, creative people who really invest themselves in making VBS a success. We have several people who move behind the scenes that are vital to our success.
These things are truly a blessing to me as a pastor. The fact that so many people work so hard makes my job easy. I get to show up and play. When it is done right, VBS is a lot of work. But it is a labor of love. The effort expended is always rewarded. It isn't unusual for us to begin thinking about the next VBS, before current year's VBS is complete.
We know we're successful when the children have fun learning about Jesus. It's an awesome feeling when a child that has visited our VBS express their desire to return next year. Yes, we would love to get them into church much sooner, but to know that a child is making plans that far in advance is pretty amazing.
I thank all of you who have made VBS a success. I thank the families who allowed their children to spend their week with us. I thank God for allowing us to participate in his work. I am grateful for the opportunity to serve. I thank God for a wonderful week, for the strength to finish well, and for the arrival of Friday. Now that VBS is over we get some time to rest and regroup. Soon, we will once again begin planning for next year's VBS. But for now, thank God it's Friday!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Day to Be Grateful
Thanksgiving Day should be a time of gratitude. We can give thanks for so many things. God blesses us in so many ways that we tend to forget most of them.
Somewhere in our country, there is someone complaining about "having" to fix Thanksgiving dinner. Yesterday, I saw a story on the news about a single-mother whose family couldn't afford a Thanksgiving dinner, and who didn't even have a table to sit around. A restaurant in her area not only provided a 5 course meal, they also had a table delivered to her house. I'm sure she is grateful for the generosity of others, but I bet she would have been grateful if she could have done it on her own. Take time to be grateful for the ability to prepare a meal (even though it is hard work that may go unappreciated).
There is probably someone at this very moment complaining about their company, while someone else is grieving over an empty place setting, because that person isn't coming back. It so easy to forget that time is short. We always assume that there will be a tomorrow in which we can get everything worked out. But who knows if we will live to see tomorrow? Take time to be thankful for the people in your life (even the annoying ones).
There is probably someone complaining about those noisy, rowdy kids who are running through the house, while someone else is weeping because they don't hear the pitter-patter of little feet. We tend to forget how much we wished we had kids before we got them. We dreamed of all they would be, thought of how cute they would look in this or that outfit, and how smart they would be. Having children brings your head out of the clouds as you realize that there is this little person who is completely independent of you, yet dependent on you, and for whom you are responsible. They need lots of attention, food, and someone to clean up after them. It's not all fashion shows and spelling bees, but it is so worth it. Take time to be thankful for the children in your life (even the noisy ones).
Gratitude is a wonderful feeling. We should all feel grateful. But it wasn't meant to be undirected. Gratitude is an emotion that is to be expressed toward someone. In particular, gratitude is meant to be directed toward God. To paraphrase James, all good gifts come from our heavenly Father. Thanksgiving Day is a day to reflect on the glorious grace of God, and to offer up prayers of thanks and praise in his name.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and that you take the time to thank God for all he has done for you. May God continue to bless you and keep you.
Somewhere in our country, there is someone complaining about "having" to fix Thanksgiving dinner. Yesterday, I saw a story on the news about a single-mother whose family couldn't afford a Thanksgiving dinner, and who didn't even have a table to sit around. A restaurant in her area not only provided a 5 course meal, they also had a table delivered to her house. I'm sure she is grateful for the generosity of others, but I bet she would have been grateful if she could have done it on her own. Take time to be grateful for the ability to prepare a meal (even though it is hard work that may go unappreciated).
There is probably someone at this very moment complaining about their company, while someone else is grieving over an empty place setting, because that person isn't coming back. It so easy to forget that time is short. We always assume that there will be a tomorrow in which we can get everything worked out. But who knows if we will live to see tomorrow? Take time to be thankful for the people in your life (even the annoying ones).
There is probably someone complaining about those noisy, rowdy kids who are running through the house, while someone else is weeping because they don't hear the pitter-patter of little feet. We tend to forget how much we wished we had kids before we got them. We dreamed of all they would be, thought of how cute they would look in this or that outfit, and how smart they would be. Having children brings your head out of the clouds as you realize that there is this little person who is completely independent of you, yet dependent on you, and for whom you are responsible. They need lots of attention, food, and someone to clean up after them. It's not all fashion shows and spelling bees, but it is so worth it. Take time to be thankful for the children in your life (even the noisy ones).
Gratitude is a wonderful feeling. We should all feel grateful. But it wasn't meant to be undirected. Gratitude is an emotion that is to be expressed toward someone. In particular, gratitude is meant to be directed toward God. To paraphrase James, all good gifts come from our heavenly Father. Thanksgiving Day is a day to reflect on the glorious grace of God, and to offer up prayers of thanks and praise in his name.
I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and that you take the time to thank God for all he has done for you. May God continue to bless you and keep you.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
All I Want for Christmas
As a child, I spent a great deal of time laboring over my Christmas list. I spelled out in great detail the numerous items that I wanted. I wanted almost everything I saw. Of course, from the ages of four to twelve my list revolved around G. I. Joe (3 3/4 inch action figures). Every year about twenty (or forty) Joes and eight (or ten) Cobras would hit the market. Most boys in the 80's needed every G. I. Joe and every Cobra (they really need 10 or 20 of each Cobra soldier to even out the battle ratios).We opened Christmas presents on Christmas Eve in my family. Each year my I would start my Christmas list immediately after opening my last gift. Usually, it included numerous G. I. Joes and Cobra soldiers that didn't make it under the tree. However, it would grow at an ever increasing pace leading up until dinner on Christmas Eve. Every year I would almost cry (sometimes I succeeded), because something was left off my list. I scoop up my loot and go pout in my room, unsatisfied and ungrateful.
Writing these words shames in me. Looking back on the spoiled brat I was (and still can be) I wish my parents efforts would have been more greatly rewarded. It seems, looking back on it, it was never enough. Ten or twenty G. I. Joes at $4 a pop was an expensive proposition, and that doesn't include the vehicles or non-Joe stuff I wanted. Maybe my parents should have just given me a lump of coal, since I was going to pout anyway. But that's not their style. They're givers.
I would like to think that I have matured over the years. I have struggled to become a gracious receiver, although at times I really fall short. I don't struggle as much as I used to with the "want bug," but I still struggle too much. At one time, I couldn't hardly pass a book without buying it. Now, I try to make more responsible choices. I want to be a good steward of all God has given me. I want to have money to adopt again, to give to missions, and to help those in need. I don't need another box of toys to stuff in storage or another stack of books (that one was hard to write).
I have been trying to answer the question, "What do you want for Christmas this year?," for the last several weeks. But my wanter seems broken. I don't have a long list of desires. There are a few books that would be nice to own, but I can't find time to read the ones I already have. There are a list of impractical toys I could borrow money to buy myself like a motorcycle, an ATV, a 50" LCD T.V., a home theater system, or any number of other things. However, whatever pops in my mind is systematically eliminated for being too expensive, too impractical, or too unnecessary.
I have come to the conclusion that I don't really want any "thing" for Christmas. I have collected things most of my life. They sit collecting dust on a shelf, in a closet, or in the attic. The reality is that I am truly blessed. The Lord has surrounded me with wonderful people who love me. I have a place to rest my head and food to eat. I don't know what I want, because I have so much.
I guess what I am trying to say is that what I really want for Christmas is to grow in gratitude. I want to be able to open a gift from someone and be thankful that they would even think of me. I want to receive it as the treasure it truly is, because it is an expression of love. I want to be able to sit and watch Sophia open her gifts, and not notice that she has more gifts than I do. I want to spend Christmas making memories and forming traditions. I want to celebrate the birth of my Savior, because he is "God with us." I want to continue learning contentment, while similutaneously simplifying my life. I want to live every day praising God, because of his glorious grace and mercy. This Christmas, and hopefully every day after, I want to live consciously aware of the grace that has been shown to me through Jesus Christ my Lord. I pray your Christmas is rich and rewarding as you celebrate the gracious gift of Christ.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Continue to Express Gratitude
As we reflect on all the blessings that are in our lives, we should be filled with a profound sense of gratitude. What do we have that was not given to us? What do we truly possess that can not be taken away? The answer to both questions is nothing. Everything we have has been given to us by God. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.
Holidays present us with opportunities to slow down and reflect on the numerous ways in which we have been blessed. Family, fellowship, food, and fun are often things we take for granted when they are common in our lives. But there are some many people around the world that do not have these things.
Even as we praise the Lord for his gracious love toward us, we must offer up prayers for those who lack. Many around us tonight lack salvation. Many lack food. Many lack friendship. So we must pray that God would use us to be part of the solution by giving us compassionate hearts, boldness to speak, and tender consciences. I hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving and that you continue to give thanks to the Lord for all he has done.
Holidays present us with opportunities to slow down and reflect on the numerous ways in which we have been blessed. Family, fellowship, food, and fun are often things we take for granted when they are common in our lives. But there are some many people around the world that do not have these things.
Even as we praise the Lord for his gracious love toward us, we must offer up prayers for those who lack. Many around us tonight lack salvation. Many lack food. Many lack friendship. So we must pray that God would use us to be part of the solution by giving us compassionate hearts, boldness to speak, and tender consciences. I hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving and that you continue to give thanks to the Lord for all he has done.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Some Reasons to be Grateful
"Remember that you were at that time separated from Christ, alienated from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants and the promises, having no hope and without God in this world. But now in Christ Jesus you who were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ" (Eph. 2:12-13, ESV).
Apart from the bad news, it is impossible to really understand the good news. Ephesians 2:12 paints a grim picture of our life before Christ. We know from Ephesians 2:11 that Paul is speaking to Gentile believers. He describes their plight in terms of separation, alienation, hopelessness, and God-forsakenness.
First, Paul expresses that Gentile believers were separated from Christ. As non-Jews they had not access to God. Jesus said that his earthly ministry was only to the lost sheep of Israel. The nations were not God's chosen people. That distinction fell to the Israelites.
Second, they were "alienated from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants of promise." In the narrowest sense the covenants were given to the descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. At least that is how they were interpreted by the Israelites. They were lawbreakers, idolaters, and unclean.
Third, they were without hope. They had no expectation of Messiah. As Israel understood it God's Anointed was coming to strike the nations and crush them in his wrath. They were going to subjugated under Israel's rule as the nation's eternal King sat enthroned above them. They were trapped, by heredity, in their sin, with no hope of escape.
Finally, they were without God. The Creator had rejected them to wonder in their blindness. He had passed over the nations and chosen Israel. In so doing, he had sealed the fate of both. The Gentiles had marched along their merry way down the broad path to destruction toward their doom. From an earthly perspective, it appeared that God had forsaken them.
If we were to stop at this description, it would leave us terrified. Fear would tear through our heart like an rock-splitting earthquake. Our hearts would melt like butter held over a fire. Paul's expressions seek to drive home the nature of God's grace to non-Jewish believers. God didn't have to include anyone into his plan of salvation, but he especially didn't have to include the Gentiles. The Jews were his people, they had the promises and the prophets.
Yet, he determined to bring believing Jews and Gentiles together in Jesus Christ. Paul states, "you who were once far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ." It pleased God to extend his love toward us. He brought us near, even though we were far off. We cannot think long or hard enough on this matter. Paul simply states that God didn't have to save us, but he did. The expression of God's grace expressed in Ephesians 2:12-13 should drive us to gratitude.
Apart from the bad news, it is impossible to really understand the good news. Ephesians 2:12 paints a grim picture of our life before Christ. We know from Ephesians 2:11 that Paul is speaking to Gentile believers. He describes their plight in terms of separation, alienation, hopelessness, and God-forsakenness.
First, Paul expresses that Gentile believers were separated from Christ. As non-Jews they had not access to God. Jesus said that his earthly ministry was only to the lost sheep of Israel. The nations were not God's chosen people. That distinction fell to the Israelites.
Second, they were "alienated from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers to the covenants of promise." In the narrowest sense the covenants were given to the descendants of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. At least that is how they were interpreted by the Israelites. They were lawbreakers, idolaters, and unclean.
Third, they were without hope. They had no expectation of Messiah. As Israel understood it God's Anointed was coming to strike the nations and crush them in his wrath. They were going to subjugated under Israel's rule as the nation's eternal King sat enthroned above them. They were trapped, by heredity, in their sin, with no hope of escape.
Finally, they were without God. The Creator had rejected them to wonder in their blindness. He had passed over the nations and chosen Israel. In so doing, he had sealed the fate of both. The Gentiles had marched along their merry way down the broad path to destruction toward their doom. From an earthly perspective, it appeared that God had forsaken them.
If we were to stop at this description, it would leave us terrified. Fear would tear through our heart like an rock-splitting earthquake. Our hearts would melt like butter held over a fire. Paul's expressions seek to drive home the nature of God's grace to non-Jewish believers. God didn't have to include anyone into his plan of salvation, but he especially didn't have to include the Gentiles. The Jews were his people, they had the promises and the prophets.
Yet, he determined to bring believing Jews and Gentiles together in Jesus Christ. Paul states, "you who were once far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ." It pleased God to extend his love toward us. He brought us near, even though we were far off. We cannot think long or hard enough on this matter. Paul simply states that God didn't have to save us, but he did. The expression of God's grace expressed in Ephesians 2:12-13 should drive us to gratitude.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Gratitude
This article was originally published here, on September 19, 2008.
My mind has turned toward gratitude this morning. I am not quite sure why, although I am aware that I can always mature in this area of my life, I don't know why the Holy Spirit has brought it into my mind this morning. Maybe it is the euphoria of knowing in a few short (7 to 11) weeks we will be reunited with our little girl; that Daddy can begin the process of spoiling his little princess. It may be that I am beginning to realize that soon I will be praying with Sophia, not just for her. It could be that soon her laughter (and everything else that comes with a child) will be ringing in my ears; her little hand will be tugging me out of in front of the TV and into something much more important--life.
It could be the unconditional love of a godly woman who challenges me to expect more from God, and to attempt more for him. It could be her beautiful smile that makes me remember that God is in control, that he loves me, and that he has not and will not forget me. Maybe it is the realization that she has prayed for me, with childlike faith, fully convinced that God can accomplish his will in and through me.
It may be the support of my parents who have continued to believe in me. Who have given sacrificially so that I could have an education, build a family, and have a stable life.
It may be the words of encouragement that I have received lately from many of my family members and friends--comments expressed about this blog (or my sermons) that help me to see that God is still at work in me, and still continuing to work through me. It could be the support my family, church family, and friends have provided throughout Ellie and Sophia's adoption.
It could be the deepening of friendships. Or it could be the rising awareness of the spiritual thirst that continues to grow in the people around me. It could be that God's faithfulness has rested on me in a tangible way that has caused it to move from a theological concept to a verifiable reality.
It could be any one of these things, but it is in reality all of them and so many more. For all of these reasons, and more, I praise God. I cannot help but see his gracious gifting in my life. Everywhere I turn, I find something else, another blessing, another sign of his unwavering love. I look at all my weakness and failures and wonder how he can love me. I sigh with David, "What is man that You are mindful of him?". Then I remind myself, He loves me, because God is love. And once again gratitude wells up in my heart.
My mind has turned toward gratitude this morning. I am not quite sure why, although I am aware that I can always mature in this area of my life, I don't know why the Holy Spirit has brought it into my mind this morning. Maybe it is the euphoria of knowing in a few short (7 to 11) weeks we will be reunited with our little girl; that Daddy can begin the process of spoiling his little princess. It may be that I am beginning to realize that soon I will be praying with Sophia, not just for her. It could be that soon her laughter (and everything else that comes with a child) will be ringing in my ears; her little hand will be tugging me out of in front of the TV and into something much more important--life.
It could be the unconditional love of a godly woman who challenges me to expect more from God, and to attempt more for him. It could be her beautiful smile that makes me remember that God is in control, that he loves me, and that he has not and will not forget me. Maybe it is the realization that she has prayed for me, with childlike faith, fully convinced that God can accomplish his will in and through me.
It may be the support of my parents who have continued to believe in me. Who have given sacrificially so that I could have an education, build a family, and have a stable life.
It may be the words of encouragement that I have received lately from many of my family members and friends--comments expressed about this blog (or my sermons) that help me to see that God is still at work in me, and still continuing to work through me. It could be the support my family, church family, and friends have provided throughout Ellie and Sophia's adoption.
It could be the deepening of friendships. Or it could be the rising awareness of the spiritual thirst that continues to grow in the people around me. It could be that God's faithfulness has rested on me in a tangible way that has caused it to move from a theological concept to a verifiable reality.
It could be any one of these things, but it is in reality all of them and so many more. For all of these reasons, and more, I praise God. I cannot help but see his gracious gifting in my life. Everywhere I turn, I find something else, another blessing, another sign of his unwavering love. I look at all my weakness and failures and wonder how he can love me. I sigh with David, "What is man that You are mindful of him?". Then I remind myself, He loves me, because God is love. And once again gratitude wells up in my heart.
Monday, October 5, 2009
What Are These Among So Many?
I read a story, in Saturday's paper, about the recovery of two women trapped in debris from buildings that collapsed during the earthquake that struck Indonesia. The article goes on to state that there are already 715 confirmed dead and nearly 3,000 missing. As I thought about this and other recent natural disasters, my mind kept returning to these two women, and why their recovery is so important. I must admit that I, like the disciple Andrew, began to ask, "But what are these among so many?" Andrew was speaking about five loaves and two fishes and wondering how so little could feed so many (5000 men plus their wives and children). I was speaking about two survivors among possibly thousands of lives lost. Why would two lives spared mean anything in light of the staggering loss?
I can think of at least three reasons why these two lives mean something: they were created in the image of God, God desires that they not perish, but come to repentance, and they restore hope in a devastating situation.
The Bible states that Adam and Eve were created in the image of God. While this image has been marred by Adam's sin, it has not be erased. The image of God within humanity is what separates us from the animals. Animals are not people, even if they possess personality. Human beings are not animals, even if modern scientific classification wrongly claims they are. Humans are the image-bearers, created to reflect the glorious image of God, through righteous stewardship and kingly dominion. Our king and ancestor, Adam, and his wife, Eve, however, but ruin to our race, humanity, by rebelling against the Creator.
The image of God reveals itself to us in many ways. It may come through as our conscience pointing us to what we ought to do or pointing us away from what we ought not to do. It is seen in the ability to love. It is often seen actions, often labeled heroic by bystanders, but seen as duty by those who do them. We see it when a firefighter or police officer enters into a dangerous situation to rescue someone. We see it when a neighborhood bands together to find a missing child. When fallen people, who are typically out of sync with God, do the very things God expects them to do, for the very reasons God expects them to be done, even without thinking, "Gee, I wonder what God would have me to do?," that is when we see the image of God revealed in man. Because of that image, every person, no matter how big or small, rich or poor, young or old, deserves to be valued and treated with dignity.
The Bible also teaches that God patient toward us "not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance" (2 Pet. 3:9). The Lord asks, "Have I any pleasure in the death of the wicked, declares the Lord God, and not rather that he should turn from his ways and live?" (Ezek. 18:23, ESV). God sent his Son, Jesus, into the world to redeem the world, and any who come to Christ in faith, for forgiveness and cleansing, will find it.
The question might be asked, "If God doesn't wish any would perish, why were only two survivors found?" I can't answer that question. I can't even say that these two women will ever come to Christ in faith, and thus, find true deliverance from death. All I can say with certainty is that God delights in bringing himself glory through the redemption of sinners. He rejoices when one sinner repents and comes to him.
Thus, the recovery of these two women is analogous to the redemption of mankind. In one sense, these women were lost. They were as good as dead. Death surrounded them on every side. Yet, someone who they could not contact, who they most like didn't expect to find them, burst into their situation and raised them out of death's clutches. Redemption's story is similar to this situation. Humanity was lost. We were dead in our trespasses. Death surrounded us on every side. We had no hope of escape. And then someone we could not contact for help, and certainly didn't expect, burst into our life and pulled us out of death's hands.
Thus, the recovery of these women bring hope to an otherwise hopeless situation. When few thought that any could still be alive, two were found. Others may be out there awaiting recovery. No doubt word of these survivors energized rescue workers. Now as they search frantically through the rubble of their cities, these individuals will keep reminding themselves it happened once, it may happen again. As they uncover victim after victim, their heart will not allow them to give into despair, because the next body just may have a pulse. The rescue workers will press on, is spite of the growing stench and exhaustion that is creeping into their over-labored limbs. They push on because, they can't rest knowing now that their may be survivors.
Again, we can draw a parallel to the Christian life. Believers are called to be search and rescue workers. We must keep plunging into the dark and stench-filled world, seeking survivors buried under the rubble of sin. When someone else is rescued it motivates us to push on. We continue seek the lost, in order to seem them brought from death to life. We can't rest when we might see one more rescued. We must labor on until every rock is overturned, and everyone has had a chance to be rescued.
Ultimately, the rescue of these two women reminds us that life is a gift. We never know which moment will be our last. These two women have been give a new lease on life, I pray that someday, they can rejoice in the Lord for that. Yet, there are many more who could have a new lease of life, if only we tell them about Jesus before it is too late.
I can think of at least three reasons why these two lives mean something: they were created in the image of God, God desires that they not perish, but come to repentance, and they restore hope in a devastating situation.
The Bible states that Adam and Eve were created in the image of God. While this image has been marred by Adam's sin, it has not be erased. The image of God within humanity is what separates us from the animals. Animals are not people, even if they possess personality. Human beings are not animals, even if modern scientific classification wrongly claims they are. Humans are the image-bearers, created to reflect the glorious image of God, through righteous stewardship and kingly dominion. Our king and ancestor, Adam, and his wife, Eve, however, but ruin to our race, humanity, by rebelling against the Creator.
The image of God reveals itself to us in many ways. It may come through as our conscience pointing us to what we ought to do or pointing us away from what we ought not to do. It is seen in the ability to love. It is often seen actions, often labeled heroic by bystanders, but seen as duty by those who do them. We see it when a firefighter or police officer enters into a dangerous situation to rescue someone. We see it when a neighborhood bands together to find a missing child. When fallen people, who are typically out of sync with God, do the very things God expects them to do, for the very reasons God expects them to be done, even without thinking, "Gee, I wonder what God would have me to do?," that is when we see the image of God revealed in man. Because of that image, every person, no matter how big or small, rich or poor, young or old, deserves to be valued and treated with dignity.
The Bible also teaches that God patient toward us "not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance" (2 Pet. 3:9). The Lord asks, "Have I any pleasure in the death of the wicked, declares the Lord God, and not rather that he should turn from his ways and live?" (Ezek. 18:23, ESV). God sent his Son, Jesus, into the world to redeem the world, and any who come to Christ in faith, for forgiveness and cleansing, will find it.
The question might be asked, "If God doesn't wish any would perish, why were only two survivors found?" I can't answer that question. I can't even say that these two women will ever come to Christ in faith, and thus, find true deliverance from death. All I can say with certainty is that God delights in bringing himself glory through the redemption of sinners. He rejoices when one sinner repents and comes to him.
Thus, the recovery of these two women is analogous to the redemption of mankind. In one sense, these women were lost. They were as good as dead. Death surrounded them on every side. Yet, someone who they could not contact, who they most like didn't expect to find them, burst into their situation and raised them out of death's clutches. Redemption's story is similar to this situation. Humanity was lost. We were dead in our trespasses. Death surrounded us on every side. We had no hope of escape. And then someone we could not contact for help, and certainly didn't expect, burst into our life and pulled us out of death's hands.
Thus, the recovery of these women bring hope to an otherwise hopeless situation. When few thought that any could still be alive, two were found. Others may be out there awaiting recovery. No doubt word of these survivors energized rescue workers. Now as they search frantically through the rubble of their cities, these individuals will keep reminding themselves it happened once, it may happen again. As they uncover victim after victim, their heart will not allow them to give into despair, because the next body just may have a pulse. The rescue workers will press on, is spite of the growing stench and exhaustion that is creeping into their over-labored limbs. They push on because, they can't rest knowing now that their may be survivors.
Again, we can draw a parallel to the Christian life. Believers are called to be search and rescue workers. We must keep plunging into the dark and stench-filled world, seeking survivors buried under the rubble of sin. When someone else is rescued it motivates us to push on. We continue seek the lost, in order to seem them brought from death to life. We can't rest when we might see one more rescued. We must labor on until every rock is overturned, and everyone has had a chance to be rescued.
Ultimately, the rescue of these two women reminds us that life is a gift. We never know which moment will be our last. These two women have been give a new lease on life, I pray that someday, they can rejoice in the Lord for that. Yet, there are many more who could have a new lease of life, if only we tell them about Jesus before it is too late.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Home. Again.
Like many of you we lost electric because of the ice last Tuesday morning. We spent a couple of days with our neighbors. We had a great time even though we didn't have lights or a tv or showers. Thursday we went to Bowling Green to stay with my parents. We got to take hot showers and watch tv. The hardest part was not being able to get on the internet until yesterday.
Its great to have people you can count on when things are rough. I am reminded of the Lord's faithfulness through the kindness of others. I know that every good gift I have been given and all the kindness I have received are directly related to the grace of God. If you have assisted someone during this time of difficulty, I thank God for you. I thank everyone for thinking of and praying for us, thanks for opening you hearts and your homes, may God bless you. We are grateful to our neighbors for allowing us to stay with them, for feeding us, and treating us with such kindness. Thank you to Mom and Dad for everything. We love all of you. There are still many who are without electric and need our prayers, so let us pray until they are all home again.
Its great to have people you can count on when things are rough. I am reminded of the Lord's faithfulness through the kindness of others. I know that every good gift I have been given and all the kindness I have received are directly related to the grace of God. If you have assisted someone during this time of difficulty, I thank God for you. I thank everyone for thinking of and praying for us, thanks for opening you hearts and your homes, may God bless you. We are grateful to our neighbors for allowing us to stay with them, for feeding us, and treating us with such kindness. Thank you to Mom and Dad for everything. We love all of you. There are still many who are without electric and need our prayers, so let us pray until they are all home again.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wilderness Wonderings
A friend and I spent some time traversing through the woods today on 4-wheelers. As we drove through the paths so many things went through my mind. I was captured by the beauty I saw. My mind began to wonder what it must have been like for our first parents, Adam and Eve, in the garden of Eden. What did an unspoiled world look like?
On one path we had to pass through some brambles and I was quickly reminded of the curse brought into this world because of Adam's sin. Now amid beauty there is thorn and thistle. As we passed by a creek, I was reminded of how much the world must have been changed by the Flood of Noah's day. The world we now see must be so different from the world Adam first laid eyes on.
I thought about the hours I spent as a child playing in the woods in my backyard. I thought about the trails I hiked with friends when I lived in Pineville. I thought about a similar excursion Delia and I had two years ago in Cozmel, Mexico, and I hoped I wouldn't kill my friend's 4-wheeler (like the one I killed in Cozmel).
One thought that kept coming back to my mind revolved around our Lord. I kept thinking, if this place is so beautiful, so majestic, so breathtaking, so enlivening, what will it be like when we see Jesus face to face? When Jesus comes in all his glory, and we are able to behold him in his splendor, what will that be like? I can't say that I came up with an answer. I only know that if this world, even in its fallen state, is any indication of the beauty of that moment, then it will be something marvelous to behold. In that moment we will truly know what "awesome" means.
I thank the Lord for his marvelous creation, for the eyes to see it, the ears to hear it, the nose to smell it, the ability to taste it, and to be able to feel it. I am thankful for wonderful friends. I am grateful for the opportunity to just hang out and have a good time. I am thankful for so many things, things that I often take for granted, but bless my life in so many ways. I am grateful that I was able to get out and enjoy a glorious day, to laugh, to pray, and to play.
On one path we had to pass through some brambles and I was quickly reminded of the curse brought into this world because of Adam's sin. Now amid beauty there is thorn and thistle. As we passed by a creek, I was reminded of how much the world must have been changed by the Flood of Noah's day. The world we now see must be so different from the world Adam first laid eyes on.
I thought about the hours I spent as a child playing in the woods in my backyard. I thought about the trails I hiked with friends when I lived in Pineville. I thought about a similar excursion Delia and I had two years ago in Cozmel, Mexico, and I hoped I wouldn't kill my friend's 4-wheeler (like the one I killed in Cozmel).
One thought that kept coming back to my mind revolved around our Lord. I kept thinking, if this place is so beautiful, so majestic, so breathtaking, so enlivening, what will it be like when we see Jesus face to face? When Jesus comes in all his glory, and we are able to behold him in his splendor, what will that be like? I can't say that I came up with an answer. I only know that if this world, even in its fallen state, is any indication of the beauty of that moment, then it will be something marvelous to behold. In that moment we will truly know what "awesome" means.
I thank the Lord for his marvelous creation, for the eyes to see it, the ears to hear it, the nose to smell it, the ability to taste it, and to be able to feel it. I am thankful for wonderful friends. I am grateful for the opportunity to just hang out and have a good time. I am thankful for so many things, things that I often take for granted, but bless my life in so many ways. I am grateful that I was able to get out and enjoy a glorious day, to laugh, to pray, and to play.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Debt of Gratitude
In a recent post, Beth Embry asked for prayer for Isabella Faye's Guatemalan Family. Two things that struck me about the post: her heart and mine.
Although I can't fully imagine everything Beth and John have went through during the adoption process, I can understand some of it. I know what it feels like to long for your child to be home. I know how hard it can be to keep it together, when what you really want to do is cry. Yet, in the midst of all of her own yearning to be with Isabella Faye, Beth had the ability to empathize with the foster family. She made the connection that her pain over the last year or so, would soon be their pain. Just as she has missed being with Isabella Faye, so to will her foster family miss her when she comes home.
I have to admit, before I read the post, I cannot say I gave any thought to the emotional upheaval that Sophia's foster family will face when we bring her home. All the things we have missed, they have been there. They have been the ones who have taken her to the doctor, who have fed her, who have played with her, who have watched her grow, and who have loved her. It never occurred to me that they might love Sophia as much as we do. It never occurred to me that they will miss her smile, her laugh, and her presence.
I have long known that we were given a tremendous gift when Sophia's birth mother gave her up for adoption. But, I failed to realize that the foster family, too, has given us a tremendous gift. They have provided a loving environment Sophia. They have protected her and cared for her until she can come home. It takes a special kind of person. But soon our joy will be their mourning, and although they will rejoice with Sophia that she is home with her forever family, they will mourn her absence.
I am grateful for Beth sharing her heart. I am grateful to God for opening my eyes and widening my heart. I am grateful to the birth mother who has given us our daughter. And I am grateful to the foster family that has and is caring for Sophia in our absence. Please, pray for them. Pray that God would fill them with peace and joy that Sophia is coming home. Pray that he would be with them when they miss her. And thank God with us for the great gift they have given.
Although I can't fully imagine everything Beth and John have went through during the adoption process, I can understand some of it. I know what it feels like to long for your child to be home. I know how hard it can be to keep it together, when what you really want to do is cry. Yet, in the midst of all of her own yearning to be with Isabella Faye, Beth had the ability to empathize with the foster family. She made the connection that her pain over the last year or so, would soon be their pain. Just as she has missed being with Isabella Faye, so to will her foster family miss her when she comes home.
I have to admit, before I read the post, I cannot say I gave any thought to the emotional upheaval that Sophia's foster family will face when we bring her home. All the things we have missed, they have been there. They have been the ones who have taken her to the doctor, who have fed her, who have played with her, who have watched her grow, and who have loved her. It never occurred to me that they might love Sophia as much as we do. It never occurred to me that they will miss her smile, her laugh, and her presence.
I have long known that we were given a tremendous gift when Sophia's birth mother gave her up for adoption. But, I failed to realize that the foster family, too, has given us a tremendous gift. They have provided a loving environment Sophia. They have protected her and cared for her until she can come home. It takes a special kind of person. But soon our joy will be their mourning, and although they will rejoice with Sophia that she is home with her forever family, they will mourn her absence.
I am grateful for Beth sharing her heart. I am grateful to God for opening my eyes and widening my heart. I am grateful to the birth mother who has given us our daughter. And I am grateful to the foster family that has and is caring for Sophia in our absence. Please, pray for them. Pray that God would fill them with peace and joy that Sophia is coming home. Pray that he would be with them when they miss her. And thank God with us for the great gift they have given.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Pennies from Heaven
I found a penny in the parking lot outside of work today. I was reminded of all the blessings that the Lord brings into my life. He has a thousand ways of blessing me, yet I seem to be oblivious to most of them. Every so often the veil is drawn back and I get to see how truly blessed I am.
I know that I rest in God's all-powerful, all-knowing, ever-present hands. He has complete control of my situation. But the most amazing truth is that he knows me, and yet he loves me. Kept safe in his sovereign grace I await his appearing.
I guess I feel like the penny. I realize that it was God who picked me up. He reached down into the muck and mire rescuing me. He could have abandoned me like someone had that forsaken penny, but he didn't.
I hope you have experienced God's love for yourself. I hope your eyes are open to the many blessing that God has poured out into your life. I pray you are grateful. Remember, it is more important to love the gift-giver than the gift. It is more appropriate to be grateful for the gift-er rather than the gift. Remember every good thing in our life is a gift sent down from God. Thank him for his grace. God Bless.
I know that I rest in God's all-powerful, all-knowing, ever-present hands. He has complete control of my situation. But the most amazing truth is that he knows me, and yet he loves me. Kept safe in his sovereign grace I await his appearing.
I guess I feel like the penny. I realize that it was God who picked me up. He reached down into the muck and mire rescuing me. He could have abandoned me like someone had that forsaken penny, but he didn't.
I hope you have experienced God's love for yourself. I hope your eyes are open to the many blessing that God has poured out into your life. I pray you are grateful. Remember, it is more important to love the gift-giver than the gift. It is more appropriate to be grateful for the gift-er rather than the gift. Remember every good thing in our life is a gift sent down from God. Thank him for his grace. God Bless.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Gratitude
My mind has turned toward gratitude this morning. I am not quite sure why, although I am aware that I can always mature in this area of my life, I don't know why the Holy Spirit has brought into my mind this morning. Maybe it is the euphoria of knowing in a few short (7 to 11) weeks we will be reunited with our little girl; that Daddy can begin the process of spoiling his little princess. It may be that I am beginning to realize that soon I will be praying with Sophia, not just for her. It could be that soon her laughter (and everything else that comes with a child) will be ringing in my ears; her little hand will be tugging me out of in front of the tv and into something much more important--life.
It could be the unconditional love of a godly woman who challenges me to expect more from God, and to attempt more for him. It could be her beautiful smile that makes me remember that God is in control, that he loves me, and that he has not and will not forget me. Maybe it is the realization that she has prayed for me, with childlike faith, fully convinced that God can accomplish his will in and through me.
It may be the support of my parents who have continued to believe in me. Who have given sacrificially so that I could have an education, build a family, and have a stable life.
It may be the words of encouragement that I have received lately from many of my family members and friends--comments expressed about this blog (or my sermons) that help me to see that God is still at work in me, and still continuing to work through me. It could be the support my family, church family, and friends have provided throughout Ellie and Sophia's adoption.
It could be the deepening of friendships. Or it could be the rising awareness of the spiritual thirst that continues to grow in the people around me. It could be that God's faithfulness has rested on me in a tangible way that has caused it to move from a theological concept to a verifiable reality.
It could be any one of these things, but it is in reality all of them and so many more. For all of these reasons, and more, I praise God. I cannot help but see his gracious gifting in my life. Everywhere I turn, I find something else, another blessing, another sign of his unwavering love. I look at all my weakness and failures and wonder how he can love me. I sigh with David, "What is man that You are mindful of him?". Then I remind myself, He loves me, because God is love. And once again gratitude wells up in my heart.
It could be the unconditional love of a godly woman who challenges me to expect more from God, and to attempt more for him. It could be her beautiful smile that makes me remember that God is in control, that he loves me, and that he has not and will not forget me. Maybe it is the realization that she has prayed for me, with childlike faith, fully convinced that God can accomplish his will in and through me.
It may be the support of my parents who have continued to believe in me. Who have given sacrificially so that I could have an education, build a family, and have a stable life.
It may be the words of encouragement that I have received lately from many of my family members and friends--comments expressed about this blog (or my sermons) that help me to see that God is still at work in me, and still continuing to work through me. It could be the support my family, church family, and friends have provided throughout Ellie and Sophia's adoption.
It could be the deepening of friendships. Or it could be the rising awareness of the spiritual thirst that continues to grow in the people around me. It could be that God's faithfulness has rested on me in a tangible way that has caused it to move from a theological concept to a verifiable reality.
It could be any one of these things, but it is in reality all of them and so many more. For all of these reasons, and more, I praise God. I cannot help but see his gracious gifting in my life. Everywhere I turn, I find something else, another blessing, another sign of his unwavering love. I look at all my weakness and failures and wonder how he can love me. I sigh with David, "What is man that You are mindful of him?". Then I remind myself, He loves me, because God is love. And once again gratitude wells up in my heart.
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