Monday, July 14, 2014

Praising the Creator--our Father!

     "Praise the Lord!  Praise the Lord from the heavens; praise Him in the heights!  Praise Him all His angels; praise Him, all His hosts!  Praise Him, sun and moon, praise Him all you shining stars!  Praise Him, you highest heavens, and you waters above the heavens!

Praise the Lord from the earth you great creatures and all deeps,


     fires and hail, snow and mist, stormy wind fulfilling His word!  Mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars!


     Beasts and all livestock, creeping things and flying birds!

     Kings of the earth and  all peoples, princes and all rulers of the earth!  Young men and maidens together, old men and children!  Let them praise the name of the Lord for His name alone is exalted; His majesty is above earth and heaven.  He has raised up a horn for His people, praise for all His saints, for the people of Israel who are near to Him.  Praise the Lord!" (Psalm 148)
     Oh might we praise the Lord this day as our awesome Creator, Savior, and Sustainer!  For He is so infinitely worthy.    
     Our son, Preyer, and I traveled across the country yesterday, and we are quite literally perched on the opposite shore of this nation in San Diego, CA (well, really in La Jolla).  Now while I'm a Carolina girl through and through--because we all know North Carolina is the finest place to live in the world!--goodness gracious, God has created so much astounding beauty all over this remarkable planet!
     So shouldn't our immediate and consistent response be thanksgiving, praise and adoration to our Maker and Redeemer?  
     Thank You, Father, for crafting seals!  Preyer and I stood transfixed as they lounged on the sand and then slowly inched themselves into the water to gracefully swim off into the blue ocean.  You've never seen such a picture of complete relaxation as they sunned in the sand! They reminded me to slow down, savor this fleeting life, and rest in my Savior.  I silently prayed the Lord would bring them to mind the next day when I would be watching Preyer play golf and would be tempted to worry and stress!  (I think watching your child play sports is just practice for learning to deal with--and, Lord willing, eliminate!--our tendency to fret.  Ridiculous to worry over a game, I know.  But then, when the Lord of the Universe is Your Father, isn't it absurd to worry about anything?)
     Thank You, Lord, for the birds...and the sandy cliffs...and the crashing ocean.  Thank You for eyes to see them.  Thank You for my child with whom I could share the gift of enjoying this remarkable place.  Thank You for Your creatures and all they teach us about You.  Thank You for the summer sun and the slower pace.  Thank You for our dear family and friends back at home.  And thank You for home!
     Thank You most of all, Lord, for the gift of salvation and the privilege of calling You--the awesome Creator of all this beauty--my Father, my Abba, my Daddy.  Oh might we never ever get over the astounding wonder and joy of this!  Our Father--the Almighty Lord who dreamed and fashioned all this in His mind, who created all this out of nothing, and who sustains all this every day and night by His omnipotent power.
      Such is our God and there is none other.  Might we live to the praise of His glory this day and everyday.  To God be the glory.

Friday, July 11, 2014

What's your meditation?

     Okay, I know I'm a bit mountain-obsessed, but while happening to glance at some photos from earlier this summer, I could almost feel the cool, clean air and hear the ever-present peaceful sound of rushing waters...



     Ahhh...remembering and contemplating the mountains immediately lowers your blood pressure,  settles your nerves, and reinvigorates your gratitude.  The majesty of those verdant hills, the glory of that dancing stream, the serene beauty of those trees and rhododendron remain day after day, year after year.  There they stand...but we are the ones who leave them behind and forget when we go home to the busy "real world."  Yet at any moment, day or night, we can return in our mind's eye.
     Isn't it funny how simply thinking about such a beloved place can revive a flagging spirit or calm a ragged heart?
     That's the power of this amazing mind the Lord has given us.  And He's bestowed upon us the daily, the hourly, the moment by moment choice as to how we'll use this gift.  Will we meditate and marinate in our worries, our frustrations, and our irritations?  Or will we contemplate and ruminate on our mighty God and the wonders of His goodness, His grace, His gifts, and His Gospel?
     Because what we're thinking about, what captures our minds, what we're meditating upon determines how we will respond to life's challenges.
     Our minds are always, always, always working.  We are constantly thinking and focusing upon something...the key question is: what.
     I once heard Paul Tripp put it this way (or at least a paraphrase): "I need to be more conscious about what has captured my meditation.  Is my meditation captured by the difficulties of life and that's what is occupying my mind in all the moments when my mind isn't on task.  Or is my meditation formed by the glory of the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ?"
     My meditation determines my attitude.  My meditation directs my actions.  My meditation decides my responses.  And my meditation--when focused upon God--can bring great delight, gratitude and joy in the challenging or exhausting or even discouraging moments of life.
     Again, Paul Tripp: "No one is more influential in your life than you are...because no one talks to yourself more than you do!  You will meditate on something; you will be captured by something; you will preach something to yourself.  Preach the heart of Christian Truth--the Gospel of God's grace!"
     That's exactly what the Psalmist does in Psalm 42.  He's discouraged and frustrated.  Life is tough--"My tears have been my food day and night while they say to me all the day long, 'Where is your God?'" (42:3)  BUT, the Psalmist goes on to preach himself a little sermon, as he remembers God's never-failing goodness--"Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?  Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God." (42:5)
      Good stuff!  God has given us this powerful, amazing weapon to fight the forces of darkness that tempt us to worry, complain, envy, despair, doubt.  And as believers, we carry that weapon with us everywhere we go--we have the mind of Christ.  We have the remarkable gift of our minds...but infinitely greater--we have the gift of the Holy Spirit who infuses and fills those minds with the power, provision and presence of Almighty God.
      But we have to choose--moment by moment--to think rightly.  To think biblically.  To think and meditate upon the goodness, grace, and glory of our Redeemer.  We have to choose what and Who will capture our meditations.
     Oh Father, help us to choose wisely!
     To God be the glory.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Found; Forgiven; Forever

     Well, for the second time in as many weeks, I was certain I had lost something nearly priceless.  Only this time--had I lost it--I would no longer be writing this blog.  No, I would have already entered the witness protection program and would be on my way to life in Outer Mongolia or Siberia.
     Thankfully disaster was avoided, no crash course in foreign languages was necessary...and here I am.  A little shaken...and ashamed, to be sure, but still here.
     It all began with an innocent email about our family wedding veil.  Our daughter, Mary Norris, was the most recent bride in our extended family to enjoy the privilege of wearing this exquisite, hand-made veil that has been passed down through the generations.
     My mother wore it many, many years ago.  My first cousins wore it.  My sister wore it.  I wore it. The daughters of my first cousin wore it.  My nieces wore it.  And our daughter wore it.  Oh what a gift to see yet another bride don this delicate family heirloom.  Think of all the marriages...all the love...all the beloved women who have worn it on their most special of days.
      The email mentioned that it was time to return the veil to my cousin Vicky--the official keeper and protector of the veil.  No problem, I immediately emailed back.  I had forgotten all about the veil after the wedding, but it was upstairs in my daughter's room in the fancy smancy special preservation box. I had taken great care of it, I assured everyone, and all was well.
      I ran upstairs confidently (maybe even, dare I say it, a bit smugly) to fetch it, and voila--
      ...no box.  No veil.  No nothing.
      No problem.  I'm sure we somehow moved it to another room.  I'll just go look in the closets...and the other bedrooms...and the basement...and the attic...and under every blasted bed in the house...and in the bathrooms (yeah, you'd be amazed where you look when you are in full blown panic mode)...and...and...OH MY STARS!  I HAVE LOST THE FAMILY VEIL!  I HAVE LOST THE FAMILY VEIL!  IT IS GONE...AND IT IS ALL MY FAULT!  HOW COULD I BE SUCH AN IDIOT?  HOW COULD I BE SO CARELESS? NO WONDER I ONCE GOT THAT C IN SELF-CONTROL IN 2ND GRADE!  I'M SO DISORGANIZED...And so it went.  On and on. Berating myself.  Beating myself up while running around searching frantically.
     Which is soooo helpful.
      After wasting a few minutes in the panic/self-critical mode, the Lord's still, small voice somehow broke through.  Have you prayed?  Have you asked Your Father?  Have you asked the One who has never lost one thing in this vast universe and who knows even the very hairs on your head?  Have you sought Him in the midst of all this?
     Well, no, Lord, actually I just preferred freaking out and blasting myself.  Because that always works so well, doesn't it?  Yeah, right.
     Now here's what I would have done if I were God--leave me to stew in my own self-reprimanding juices.  I'd of said: let her figure it out if she's so quick to lean on her own (terribly limited) understanding and depend on her own (pitiful) resources.
     Because that's what I totally deserved.
     That's what I deserved.  But that's not what I received.  Because our God is a God of infinite and beautiful grace.  His unmerited, undeserved, unearned favor.
     And so my forever faithful Father calmed my heart and, somehow, in the recesses of my frantic mind, spoke truth.
     Now the Holy Spirit speaks truth in kinds of ways--sometimes in Bible verses; sometimes in biblical principles; sometimes in simple right versus wrong; sometimes in the application of wisdom. But yesterday He spoke in the form of a gentle tugging--"Didn't you take the veil to someone to have those tiny tears repaired?"  
     Oh mercy, could it be?  I had completely forgotten!  Seriously, no memory of it whatsoever (I blame it on mother-of-the-bride brain...and old age).
     Sure enough, after a few phone calls, we discovered the veil was still with the seamstress for repair.  Seems she had forgotten about it as well!  But it was safe and sound.  I could breathe once more and could put off any immediate plans for the witness protection program.
     Just this morning I read these words: "For He who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one source.  That is why He is not ashamed to call them brothers, saying 'I will tell of your name to my brothers; in the midst of the congregation I will sing your praise.'  And again, 'I will put my trust in him.' And again, 'Behold, I and the children God has given Me.'" (Heb.2:11-13)
     It stopped me cold.  The Lord Jesus--the perfect, eternal, sinless, glorious Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer is not ashamed to call me His sister.  Even when I lose things I should never lose or say things I should never say or think things I should never think.  Even when I blow it big-time.  Even when I panic.  Even when I forget.  Even when I fail.  Even when I berate myself and see nothing but a giant mess-up...He sees the one He adores.  The one He died to redeem.  The one He tells His Father is His beloved little sis.  And the one whose sins He has covered with His blood at the cross.
     Not because I deserved it or earned it.  No, absolutely not!  Not even one tiny little iota!  Simply because He is a God of unfathomable love, mercy, goodness, and grace.
     Yes, thank the Lord we found the veil.  But infinitely greater, PRAISE GOD our Savior found us...and saved us...and loves us...and calls us His brothers and sisters.  
     Found.  Forgiven.  Forever.
     No matter what your weaknesses.  No matter what  your failures.  No matter what your struggles--never forget you are beloved by the only Begotten Son of God.  If Christ is your Savior, you too are found and forgiven, forever.  Done.    
     He is not ashamed to call you His sister or brother...but delights to call you His own.
     To God--our wonderful, merciful Savior--be all the glory.
   

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Freedom in Christ

                    A little food for July 4th Weekend Thought--
     In thinking about the remarkable gift of freedom that we enjoy--both corporately as a nation and individually as believers in Christ--I found these words by A.W. Tozer both challenging and convicting:
     "Every man in a free society must decide whether he will exploit his liberty or curtail it for moral and intelligent ends.  He may take upon him the responsibility of business and a family, or he may shun all obligations and end on skid row.  The tramp is freer than the president or king, but his freedom is undoing.  While he lives he remains socially sterile, and when he dies he leaves nothing to make the world glad he lived.
     The Christian cannot escape the peril of too much liberty.  He is indeed free, but his very freedom may prove a source of real temptation to him.  He is free from the chains of sin, free from the moral consequences of evil acts now forgiven, free from the curse of the law and the displeasure of God.
     The ideal Christian is one who knows he is free to do as he will--and wills to be a servant!  This is the path Christ took: Blessed is the man who follows Him!"
      Boy, how counter-cultural is that?!  Freedom means knowing we are free to do whatever we desire...and we desire to follow our Savior in being a servant.  We are freed from the curse and penalty of sin...and while we could potentially (and wrongly!) misuse that freedom to indulge in sin, we choose to use that freedom in the pursuit of righteousness and holy living.
      "Truly, truly, I say to you, everyone who commits sin is the slave of sin.  The slave does not remain in the house forever; the son does remain forever.  So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed." (John 8:34-36)
     That is perfect freedom!
     Thank You for giving us true and everlasting freedom, Lord Jesus.  Forgive us when we (or at least I) take that unfathomable gift lightly.  Might we use our freedom to follow You in loving servanthood and in living to Your glory every single day You choose to give us on this planet.
     To God be the glory.  

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Gratitude on July 4th

      Happy birthday, America!  Yes, I may be a crummy photographer (especially with pictures taken by my cell phone like these), but good grief, aren't fireworks wondrous?  We enjoyed such a beautiful light show last night!  I felt like a kid again--oohing and aahing in amazement at the spectacular explosions of color, golden sparkles, and ear-deafening booms.
     We stared up at the night sky with happy anticipation for the show unfolding before us.  At the start of the fireworks, the sky was not quite dark, so the base of the heavens still glowed a pale blue, dotted with clouds, while the top half was an inky grey--
       Makes me smile just sitting here the next day thinking about it all.
       And nothing profound here, not at all, except a sense of deep contentment and abiding gratitude.  Gratitude for this nation, of course.  Gratitude for the precious gift of freedom bought at such a dear price by the men and women who gave their lives that we might live ours in freedom.  Gratitude for our founding fathers and mothers who suffered so much...yet persevered for the sake of generations they would never see or know.
     But also gratitude for the gift of celebrating July 4th with those I love.  As we sat eating chicken, deviled eggs, and banana pudding, God gave us one of those "joy bursts"--a moment frozen in time for just a millisecond...when time slows and God gives you the gift of savoring the beauty of the place where you are and the wonder of the people whom you love...right at that moment.  That irreplaceable moment.  
     That joy burst flooded me with gratitude for the stunning night sky and the clear, cool air.  But also for the joyous gift of friends and family with whom to eat and laugh and share on this July 4th.  
     July 4th--the midpoint of summer, it seems.  And we realize, as with all of life, these days and hours are passing all too quickly.  Before we know it, September and sweaters and school schedules will arrive once again.  All too soon these glorious days of hot summer sun, of brothers playing golf, of movies together after dinner at Armadillo Grill (which means lots of chips, salsa, and tacos), of ice cream and strawberry shortcake, of packing and unpacking for camps and mountain trips, of walks with daughters, of sweaty laundry but sweet memories...it will all be gone and past.  
     So today, Lord, how I pray that You would "teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom." (Ps.90:12)  Teach us, Father, to worry less and worship You more.  To complain less and consider Your gifts in our lives more.  To hurry less and seek to help and to heal those You place in our paths.  Teach us what it is to constantly fix our gaze upon You and to run our races with joy.  Teach us to live each day overflowing with routine and regular praise and to be filled with childlike wonder for You, Your gifts, and Your grace.
     As we cross the midpoint in summer, Father, give us a fresh vision of You and Your plan for our lives. Remove the rust of indifference. ingratitude, and inattention to all You are and to all You are doing in our lives.  Teach us appreciation.  Teach us thanksgiving.  Teach us wonder.  Teach us joyful obedience.  And teach us love.  
     To God be the glory.
   

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Louis Zamperini

          Dear Jesus,
     I just learned about one of your children who has gone home to be with You in heaven.  I've never met him--except in the pages of a book--but I love him.  And if I love him, I cannot begin to imagine how much You love him.
     You know his name, of course, Lord, since You know the name of every person on the planet. You know our very thoughts, our deepest desires, our secret fears, and our craziest hopes.  And You know our weaknesses, our frailties, our selfishness, our pridefulness, and our ugly jealousies.       And yet You love us anyway.  I will never ever get over the wonder of that.
      In fact, You loved us so much that You came to earth to fully experience the pain we would endure, the disappointments we would suffer, the betrayals we would experience, the temptations we would encounter.  You took all that pain, sorrow, defeat, failure, temptation, and death...carried it all upon Yourself...and defeated it all upon the cross.  Thank You, thank You, Lord Jesus.    
      You came not so that we would not suffer...for we will.  We all will endure life's sorrows.
      But You came so that when we suffer, we would not be defeated or destroyed...but instead, even in that suffering, we would be made increasingly into Your beautiful, perfect, righteous, glorious likeness.  In You, faith has become sight and truth has become reality, for by You "death is swallowed  up in victory." (I Cor.15:54)
     I share all this, because the life of a remarkable man, Louis Zamperini, reminds us both of the reality of suffering and of Your resurrection power that works all things for good for those that love You...even the worst things.
     Lord, thank You for the life of Louis Zamperini.  I never met him, but by reading the story of his life in the inspiring and unforgettable book, Unbroken, he has become my hero.  Louie was many things--an improbable but outstanding Olympic runner; a World War II aviator shot down over the ocean who endured unimaginable horrors in a Japanese prisoner of war camp; an angry alcoholic who conquered his demons and healed his marriage through the power of Christ, and a godly husband, father, and man who lived life fully to the end and constantly looked for ways to encourage, help, and love other people.
       Zamperini endured unimaginable suffering...yet he was a man of unconquerable joy.  He truly was "unbroken" by life's hardships and horrors, because ultimately he became a man who built his life upon the Rock.  The immutable, unmovable, unshakable Rock.
     If Zamperini could know and experience such courage, strength, and joy in the face of incredible struggle and difficulty, then why not us?  For his God is our God...and nothing and no one can ever defeat Your perfect purposes and plans.
     So thank You, Lord Jesus, for examples like Louis Zamperini.  His race is finished...and oh my, he ran that race well.  In the words of Paul, Louis has  "fought the good fight, [he] has finished the race, [he] has kept the faith; Now there is in store for [him] the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to [him] on that day." (2 Tim.4:8)
      Might we all run our races so faithfully, courageously, and joyfully.  I don't want to stumble across the finish line.  I want to cross the tape at a run with my gaze happily locked on Jesus.             And when I do, Louis is one of the people I can't wait to meet.
      Until then, I'm betting my mom and dad (and so many others) are thoroughly enjoying his company!
     Thank You, Jesus.  To God be the glory.
     

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Not indulgence...but endurance

     Don't you love summer?  The warmth of the sun.  The sand and sea.  The mountains.  The relaxed schedule. The gift of more time with your children--especially the college-aged ones.
     Then there's the absence of homework, early-morning dashes to school, and meetings of any shape or size.  Not to mention no snow, ice, school delays or closings, bulky down coats, runny noses (well, except for allergies), bundling up just to take the dog for a short walk, numb fingers, frozen feet (a family trait), and darkness both in the early morning and in the early evening.
     See, you've already forgotten all the "challenging" (aka horrible) things about winter!  Stop complaining about the heat and humidity, for pete's sake, and embrace all the jam-packed goodness of summer!
     But here's one difficulty I seem to struggle with more often in the summer than the winter--procrastination and laziness.  Maybe you can chalk it up to the rest, relaxation, and delicious warmth of summer, but still, there are important priorities that need to be set and accomplished, projects that need to be tackled, and chores that need to be finished.
     In other words, summer presents a bigger challenge to doing what needs to be done, when it needs to be done, and to the best that it can be done.  I'd rather sleep in (like I did this morning) rather than suffer through a million push-ups and sit-ups in my tuesday morning exercise class.  I'd rather veg out in front of the TV than sit down and read a great, but intellectually demanding book.  I'd rather mindlessly read emails or flip through magazines than pull out my Bible, pray, repent, and focus intently on hearing from God in His Word.  And I'd definitely rather eat chocolate cake with whipped cream than go to all the trouble of cooking a healthy meal that requires time, effort, and, yikes, self-control.
     Sigh.  Why is it so hard to do what we should be doing rather than weakly giving in to what we feel like doing?
     Why does chocolate taste so much better than brussel sprouts?
     Why do we savor complaining more than counting our blessings?  Or gossiping more than focusing on the good in others?
     Well, I recently read something by one of my favorite writers, Jon Bloom, that really convicted and encouraged me on this whole matter of procrastination, laziness, and giving in to our momentary feelings.  Here's what Bloom wrote:
     "The pattern in everything is this: the greater joys are obtained through struggle and difficulty and pain--things you must force yourself to do when you don't feel like it--while brief, unsatisfying, and often destructive joys are as inviting as couch cushions."  (Can I hear a hearty "AMEN!")
     Bloom goes on: "Why the struggle and difficulty and pain?  Because God, in great mercy, is showing us everywhere, in things that are just shadows of heavenly realities, that there is a great reward for those who struggle through and persevere. (Heb.10:32-35)  He is reminding us almost everywhere to walk by faith in a promised future and not by the sight of immediate gratification (2 Cor.5:7)
     Understood this way, each thing we don't feel like doing, great or small, becomes an invitation from God to follow in the faithful footsteps of His Son, 'who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God' (Heb. 12:2)
     Those who are spiritually blind only see futility in these struggles.  But for those who have eyes to see, God has woven gospel hope right into the futility of creation (Rom.8:20-21).  Each struggle to overcome becomes a pointer saying, 'Look ahead, past the struggle itself, past the temptation of the puny, vapor joys to the great sustained, substantial Joy set before you!'"
      Yes, yes, yes!  Did anybody else out there need to hear that today?
      Don't we all sometimes get waylaid or mislead by the "puny, vapor joys" that do nothing but suck the energy, hope, and life out of us?  And all the while, we are missing out on God's best for us--often because of simple laziness or reluctance to make the hard choice to do what God's calling us to do rather than giving in to what we feel like.
      This reminded me of a picture I took a week ago in the mountains of a pair of birds who had built their nest on our porch.
      The mama and daddy bird took turns sitting on that nest.  24-7--there they sat.  Rain, sun, fog, wind--there they sat.  Even when we had bunches of boys, even when we made lots of noise, even when Bingley barked loudly enough to raise the dead, there one of them always sat.
     Relentless.  Immovable.  The only constant outings were when one bird would swoop out to get food and then swoop back in again. And that food gathering was relentless as well.  What a routine--go find food, swoop in, sit...go find food, swoop in, sit.  Every day.  Every night.
     Don't you reckon those birds got mighty tired of that demanding, boring, exhausting routine?  Didn't they want to stretch their wings and go visit some buddies?  Or enjoy the scenery?  Or maybe just do a little window-shopping?  Hadn't they heard the old McDonald's theme song of "You deserve a break today..."
     Apparently not.  For as long as we were in the mountains, those birds were either gathering food or sitting faithfully on their nest.  Like Horton the elephant..."faithful 100%."
     What's our excuse?
     If God enabled the birds...and the bees...and the ants...and the elephants to faithfully do what needs to be done, how much more we--His people made in His image and redeemed by His Son--should and must refuse to give in to weak-kneed emotion and instead do whatever hard, but gloriously rewarding work He's given us to do.
      Bloom put it this way: "Don't let 'not feeling like it' reign as lord (Rom.6:12).  It's not your master; you don't have to obey it...Instead, through this feeling see your Father pointing you to the reward He has planned for all who endure to the end (Mt.24:13).  Transpose it from reluctance to a reminder that God is calling you not to indulgence but endurance."
     YES again!  It's back to good, old Hebrews 12:1-2: "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which slings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of throne of God."
      Even in summer, it's time for endurance rather than indulgence.  Oh sure, a little indulgence every now and then is okay...but like those faithful birds and like our ever-faithful Savior, we need to keep our eyes on the prize.  We need to ask God to enable us to fix our eyes on Jesus and finish our race...not haphazardly, not lazily, but triumphantly.  For that's the path to true Joy--both now and in the glorious future.
     Alrighty then...let's get to it!
     To God--our Example and Enabler--be all the glory.