A day after Christmas prayer

        Whew. 

        Another Advent, another Christmas in the books.  For the record, we had a great one, since all our children came home.  That pretty much assures that despite the chaos, mess, busyness, procrastination, and disorganization (by yours truly), this is one happy mama.  With children home, it may not be a "Silent Night," but it will be a sweet and treasured night.  

        Thank You, Lord, for the gift of family.  And thank You that You came and You come even in the frenzy and the imperfect.  

        But let me just say that our Advent had plenty of hiccups.  As usual, my high (unrealistic) expectations for having meaningful family devotions every night, lighting the Advent wreath candle every week, and staying fixed on Jesus and focused His Word every day...well uh, not so much.  My husband coming down with the flu a little over a week before Christmas pretty much shot down all my happy, holy resolutions of preparing for and savoring the perfect Christmas...which, let's face it, doesn't exist.   

         Yet despite all the missteps, sporadic bad attitudes, occasional pity parties--"If I get the flu, none of the children will come home and Christmas will be terrible, sad, lonely, awful..."--last minute gift deliveries, and missed (though desperately needed) times alone with God in His Word, somehow despite all that, Christmas came as a beautiful gift from the Lord.  A time to treasure the Gift of all gifts and to celebrate the coming of that Gift with those we love dearly.  What an example in full living color of His glorious grace despite us--His wandering, silly, and often downright stupid little sheep.  

          Thank You, Father, thank You.  

          And now it's the day after Christmas. Rather than being sad that it's all over, let's choose to celebrate that it happened.  That once again we got to remember and rejoice in the Gift of the infant Savior.  And that today, when we can finally catch our breath, we can pause to remember and reflect upon the wonder of the Gift, the greatness of the Giver, and the hope of His return.  

          For many friends, I know this has been an especially hard Christmas with someone they love very dearly no longer sitting at their table.  I well remember my own mama's sudden and totally unexpected homegoing to heaven right before Christmas nearly 20 years ago.  But I also remember the tender grace, love, and compassion of my Heavenly Father in that time as well.  He carried us day by day in those difficult days, and we felt His nearness.  

          For them and for us all, I share Scotty Smith's prayer for this day after Christmas: 

        "Father, my prayer today is for all of us, no matter what yesterday was like.  For even our best days are in need of the gospel, and none of our worst days are beyond the reach of the gospel.  When the shepherds left Jesus' manger, they were still shepherds. They still couldn't worship at the temple; they still couldn't give testimony in a court of law; they still were stereotyped as thieves by many in their community.  And we shouldn't romanticize what Joseph and Mary did the day after Jesus was born, as though all of a sudden a five-star inn in Bethlehem did open up, as though Mary's body would have been spared all the normal chaos and pain of birthing and afterbirth, and as though angels would've started showing up as round-the-clock nurses.

          Father, thank You that we're Christians, not Gnostics.  We don't have to pretend about anything.  Christmas isn't a season in which we're supposed to be transported into a super-spirituality, rising about reality.  The gospel isn't about denial but is about learning to delight in You, no matter what is going on.  We praise You that Jesus came into a real world where everything is broken, but He did come to make all things new, starting with us.  

           Please give each of us the special and the common grace You gave the shepherds. Let us hear and let us see more of Jesus, even if we remain 'shepherds' the rest of our lives.  Enable us to glorify and praise You, Father, for You are not a man, that You would life about anything.  Everything You have told us in Your Word will come to pass.  This is good news for shepherds and kings alike." 

          Yes, Lord, yes.  In the days and months ahead, keep us grateful and worshipful. Help us to stay fixed on You, to repent quickly, and to remain dependent upon Your grace.  Might this be a year of loving You, loving others, and living by the power of Your gospel--whether we're feeling like lowly shepherds or mighty kings.  In Jesus' glorious and gracious name. Amen.  

          To God be the glory.

Worship works wonders!

        It seems like every time you turn around, someone is praising and worshipping God in the Christmas story.
       When Mary visits Elizabeth?  Praise every which way.  Elizabeth declares, "when the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby leaped for joy inside me.  Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill what He has spoken to her!" (Lk 1:44-45)
        Elizabeth offers praise, and the unborn John the Baptist dances and leaps for joy in her womb!  Mary responds with a song of worship and praise of her own: "My soul praises the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior..." (Lk 1:46-47)
         When John the Baptist is born and Zechariah's tongue is finally loosed, what's the first thing he does?  "Immediately...he began to speak, praising God." (Lk 1:64)  And then old Zechariah follows that up with a whole hymn of praise and thanksgiving himself: "Blessed is the Lord, the God of Israel, because He has visited and provided redemption for His people..." (Lk 1:68)
        And then, of course, there were the angels, surely the most famous worship team ever!  Here they are, appearing to a bunch of nobody shepherds in the middle of nowhere to announce the most astounding news ever.  No sooner does the angel announce the coming of the Savior--the Rescuer--than "a multitude of the heavenly host"--meaning innumerable stunning, shining angelic beings filling the sky!--suddenly appear and begin, you guessed it, praising God.  "Glory to God in the highest heaven and peace on earth to people He favors!"
       Don't you wish you could've seen those shepherds with their eyes bulging and their mouths hanging open?  Astonished.  Awestruck.  And single-minded in immediately seeking after this baby Messiah.  After finding Him, they go tell everyone about Him...but they also--wait for it--worship.  "The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had seen and heard, which were just as they had been told." (Lk 2:20)
       Then a few weeks later, when Jesus is dedicated at the temple, there's old Simeon who "praised God" after seeing the salvation God had promised. (Lk 2:28-32).  And ancient widowed Anna who "began to thank God and to speak about Him to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem." (Lk 2:38)
       Worship and praise, start to finish. None of them knew the whole glorious story--how Jesus would go on to live the perfect life none of us could live.  How He would die the death for sins that we deserved to die.  How He would rise from the dead to give us new resurrection life.  How He would give us His Holy Spirit to empower us, guide us, comfort us, correct us, encourage us, and walk with us every moment of every day.  How He would take us to heaven to live with Him in glory forever and ever. 
        Nope, they didn't know all that...but based on the glorious Truth of the limited part they did know--that Almighty God had broken into His broken creation in order to send His Son to rescue His children--they worshipped and praised.  Most of them were at the very beginning of the story.  Most of them surely never knew, never saw the whole story unfold.  They never saw the miracles...nor the crucifixion...nor the resurrection.
       Yet no matter--they worshipped and praised, right where they were.  Because they knew, they believed that God keeps His promises.  That He is worthy.  And that His Son would save and rescue...even if they wouldn't live to see it all happen.   
       So here's what I'm wondering:  what's our excuse?  Why aren't we relentlessly worshipping Almighty God?  Why am I not tirelessly praising the Lord for sending Jesus--my Rescuer?  We have so much more knowledge than those shepherds or Zechariah or Simeon or Anna.  Yeah maybe our stories, like theirs--are imperfect and incomplete, but don't we know enough through God's Word and His Spirit that we can and should worship Him right where we are, right as we are?   If they could, why not us?   
        We know that God inhabits the praises of His people.  We know that worship not only glorifies God but brings us joy.
       Max Lucado puts it this way: "Worship does to the soul what a spring rain does to a thirsty field.  It soaks down, seeps in, and stirs life.  Are you stressed? Worship God, who could store the universe in His pocket and the oceans in an eyedropper. Are you ashamed?  Worship Jesus, whose love never fades.  Are you bereaved?  Open your heart to your Shepherd.  He will lead you through the valley of sorrow.  Do you feel small?  A few moments in front of the throne of your loving King will evaporate any sense of insignificance.  Worship works wonders.  For your own sake do what the angels did: make a big deal about the arrival of the King."
        God moves when we worship.  The heavens dance when we praise.  And our hearts sing when we magnify our Maker.  So stop waiting for your story to tie up in a neat, perfect little bow.  Stop wasting time staring at all those other lives at there and feeling inadequate.  Stop worrying and start worshipping! 
        Because worship works wonders.
       Today, right this very minute, no matter where you are in your story--whether in a hopeful place, a confusing place, a lonely place, a joyful place, or a sorrowful place--make the choice to worship and praise the glorious One who came down at Christmas....for you, for me--for our salvation, for our joy, for our hope, for our peace, for our rescue, for our redemption, and for our glory.
       Joy to the world, the Lord is come, let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare Him room, and heaven and nature sing.  And heaven and nature sing.  And heaven and heaven and nature sing. 
          Time to start singing!  Now!
          To God be the glory.

What are you treasuring?

        Luke 2:19 “But Mary was treasuring up all these things in her heart and meditating on them.”

        I hit the wall this morning.  It began with an inability to sleep most of the night.  As a result, I got up a bit later than usual, and from the moment my eyes opened, I felt pressured, my heart weighted with indefinable stress.
       What stress?  That vague sense of having far too much to do with not enough time to do it.  Of feeling disorganized and discouraged.  And topping it all all, of a sense of condemnation over my feeling overwhelmed and frazzled.
        But then God's still small voice: what about time alone with Me and My Word?  Not only today, but for the past couple of days, what has been my very first priority? 
      I already knew the answer, and ironically, knowing that made me feel even more defeated and condemned over my misplaced priorities.   Small wonder I fell off the wagon of peace and joy this morning!   We forfeit so much wisdom, hope, strength, perspective, and peace when we fail go to God first in order to hear from Him, be loved and encouraged by Him, and worship Him. 
      I know, know, know all this...and yet my busy, preoccupied, prideful flesh loves to pull me off course.  Sigh.
      But for this we have Jesus...and forgiveness...and grace.  Thank You, thank You, thank You Father.
       It's often been said that when we feel conviction, that is from God.  But when we feel condemnation, that is from the enemy.  So I'm thankful for conviction from the Lord to start afresh this morning and to savor being in His presence and enjoying His Word...and I refuse to heed the enemy's condemnation.

I thought I'd just share a few thoughts I wrote this morning in my journal after reading Luke 2:19 in hopes that it will encourage someone else out there who's feeling a bit overwhelmed or discouraged--

        What am I treasuring today? What am I pondering?  I can tell you: my to-do list.  Myself.  My needs and wants and fears and worries.  Me, myself, and I makes a mighty small and ugly package!  Forgive me, Father. 
        I'm treasuring and meditating on precisely the wrong things!  Rick Warren says that we all know how to meditate, because we all know how to worry.  Boy, that's so true--we're professionals at turning and churning those worries over and over in our minds.  Before we know it, a tiny gnat of concern has become a behemoth of fear that consumes us.  Instead, we're to turn the life-giving Word over and over in our minds.  

        Don't churn those worries.  Instead chew on the Word.  

Today, I choose to chew upon and ponder this verse: “But Mary was treasuring up all these things in her heart and meditating on them.” (Luke 2:19)  

        Help me, Lord, to treasure You, to treasure Your Word, to treasure Jesus—the Gift of all gifts.  To treasure the people You’ve put in my life (rather than worry over how I’ll get everything done for them!).  To treasure the joy of getting to celebrate Your birthday rather than worry over what needs to be done in the process. 
       I GET to celebrate the Lord Jesus.  I GET to be with the ones I love.  I GET to cook meals for those I cherish and demonstrate how much I love them with food.  I GET to eat yummy food that the Lord gave us, with taste buds that He gave us.  (Thank You, Father, for making food taste so good!)  I GET to purchase gifts with the money the Lord gave us.  I GET to drive around and run errands in the car God gave us.  I GET to be busy with the feet, arms, eyes, ears, and hands that God gave me--and that work properly--because He so generously allows them to work!  Forgive me, Father, for taking far too much for granted!  

Lord as I treasure YOU, Your Word and the Gift of Your Son, I am meditating on Your goodness and grace in my life.  And now, rather than feeling overwhelmed, I’m feeling thankful.  Rather than feeling burdened, I'm enjoying your joy and peace. Thank You, Father.  Please enable me to carry this, to carry You,  with me throughout this day and empower me to do all You’ve called me to do with a thankful, joyful heart that I might be a blessing to others. 
        To God be the glory. 
         

"While they were there"

  My cell phone just beeped with some hot late-breaking news.  Whew, what a picture of the world we live in--busy, noisy, crazy.  Relentless and graceless.  No wonder so many folks walk around exhausted, overwhelmed, discouraged.  It's too much of too much!
          How thankful I am to put away the phone and pick up the Word--the life-giving, perspective-restoring, truth-telling, joy-filling words of Almighty God.  Oh my how we all need His words and His wisdom.
          Luke 2:6: “And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth."  (Luke 2:6)
          "And while they were there."  Consider where they (Mary and Joseph) were--in a dirty, smelly, unsanitary stable.  Far from home.  Far from every single family member and friend.  Far from comfort and help.  Mary and Joseph surely never imagined, and most certainly never desired, to be "there" and to give birth to the Messiah "there" in that distant, inhospitable place.
          And yet, by God's sovereign, mysterious plan, that's where they were.  And so "while they were there" in this imperfect, unplanned (from their human standpoint) place, Mary and Joseph simply walked with God and allowed His plan of redemption to unfold.  No fussing.  No complaining.  No handwringing...though surely they must have felt like it!   Accepting where they were, faithfully obeying, and in the process revealing the glory of God.
         Where are you right now?  What place has called you to today?  And how are you responding "while you are there?"
          My husband and I are in the stage of life where our children are leaving home and setting out on their own.  I love seeing them grow into the men and women God's called them to be, but this growing up, emptying the nest, and heading out into the wide world is tough on mama and daddy!  We miss them and want them close.  It's easy to pine for those days when our home was filled with happy, noisy littles.  Our little children...little needs...little worries. 
          But that's not where we are today, and if we long for the good old days, we miss the wonder and joy in this present stage of life.  And there's so much good, so much delight to be enjoyed right here, right in this place and stage where we are!  We don't want to miss it...or miss how God plans to use us--and bless us--"while we are here." 
        This place, this stage, this time of life, wherever each of us finds ourselves today, is the place the Lord calls us to obey, to love, to share His greatness and glory with others around us.  "While we are here"--no matter where "here" is--God can use us, bless us, speak to us, encourage us, strengthen us.  But we must choose to be thankful and faithful--while we are here--in this day, this place, this season, this moment.
 Father, help us this day--in whatever place, whatever circumstances You have placed us--to be thankful and faithful.  As we go about our daily activities, might we be fully present, awake, and alive to Your Spirit and Your leading.  Thank You for Mary's and Joseph's example of walking with You in obedience and faith, even in a hard, perplexing place.  "While they were there"--You came...the greatest Gift ever bestowed upon the world.  Who knows how You are working and moving in myriad marvelous and glorious ways even in our challenging, or confusing, or exhausting, or discouraging moments.
        "While they were there," You brought the Messiah out of a smelly, messy manger, so we can trust You "to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine" according to Your power that is at work within us in our lives as well. (Eph.3:20)
        To God be the glory.

Advent: waiting, reflecting, preparing

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God…And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us,and we have seen His glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” John 1:1,14

Advent—a season of waiting…reflecting…preparing.  Waiting to celebrate the coming of our King.  Reflecting upon all that His coming means to us.  Preparing for His coming again.  He came the first time as a weak, defenseless newborn baby.  He will come again as an omnipotent, conquering King of Kings.  He came the first time to die for the sins of the world.  He will come again to reign and rule this world He made in glory forever and ever.
But right now, we live in the “already...but not yet.”  Already He has come to redeem lost mankind, but not yet has He come again to restore not just mankind but all of creation to the perfection, beauty, and glory for which He originally created them.  No wonder we live on a broken, sin-scarred planet—yes, He’s already come, but all creation waits and groans for the glorious “not yet” when He will come again to fully, perfectly, completely redeem, restore, and renew.
Jesus is the Word who is God, who has always existed, and who at one particular moment in time, entered this world as flesh and blood.  Astounding.  May we never get over the wonder of that—Almighty, sovereign, infinite God becomes limited, finite, vulnerable man.  The eternal Word became flesh, and in the words of Eugene Peterson, “moved into the neighborhood.”   The Word made flesh that we might behold the glory of God.
Over these days of Advent, let's take time—make time—to ponder the wonder of it all.  Praise the One who came and did it all. 
Teach us, Father, over these next few weeks how to wait, reflect, and prepare.  Help us to still our anxious hearts, calm our jangled nerves, and push aside our crazy to-do lists for a few minutes every single day between now and Christmas day so that we can hear from You, talk to You, and worship You.  Might our Advent season this year be tangibly different, because we make it our top priority—before we check our phones or rush to our agendas or worry about our myriad tasks—to bask in Your healing, helping, holy presence.
In You, and You alone, we will find wholeness, restoration, and deep joy.  Not in marking things off our list.  Not in perusing our emails.  Not in careening all over town chasing our endless chores.  Not in efficiency, busyness, consumption, purchasing, accomplishing, doing...
        But in You.  In seeing You.  In savoring You.  In slowing to walk with You at Your pace rather than rushing ahead in hurry or lagging behind in worry.  Thank You for walking with us, beside us, before us, behind us, and in us.
        And thank You for Christmas, where the eternal, infinite, omnipotent Word became flesh and moved into our neighborhood.  Remind us today that You are here with us, no matter how we feel or where we go.  You are here and that changes everything.  To God be the glory.