Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed. For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. I Cor.15:51-57
Praise You Lord that today this is reality for my dear sister-in-law. Freed from the chains of sickness and cancer, freed from the chains of sin and death, and now truly, fully alive in You. Alive as never before. Alive in ways we cannot imagine. She is truly Home for Christmas for the first time this year.
How we will miss her...but how, even in deep grieving, we rejoice for her and for all those dearly loved friends and family who have entered Your glorious Kingdom. Dear Jo Anna--her first Christmas in heaven. And Ray. And Lynda. And Sam. And so many others.
At this time, of all times of the year, how thankful we are for Jesus--for coming to this old earth, for wrapping Himself in our flesh, experiencing all our sorrows and pains and challenges, dying for our sins, conquering sin and death and rising to new life. And because Jesus lives, Katherine lives...and JoAnna and Ray and Lynda and Sam and so many others live.
How I love the words of D.L. Moody written shortly before his own Home-going: "Some day you will read in the papers, 'D. L. Moody of East Northfield is dead.' Don't you believe a word of it!
At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now; I shall have gone up higher, that is all,
out of this old clay tenement into a house that is immortal --a body that death cannot touch, that sin cannot taint; a body fashioned like unto His glorious body."
Katherine--and all your believing loved ones--are not dead. Because of Jesus and His coming at Christmas, they, too, are more alive than ever before. Because of Jesus and His coming at Christmas, we shall see them again one day. Because of Jesus and His coming at Christmas, we, too, can rejoice with Paul, "But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ" no matter what chains of sorrow, sickness, or difficulty confront us at the moment.
O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.
To God--to the Lord Jesus who came at Christmas and conquered at the cross--be all the glory.
Sunday, December 2, 2018
Friday, November 30, 2018
Because of Emmanuel, in the midst of lament, we rejoice
Right now I'm listening to the haunting, yet stunningly beautiful strains of a single piano playing "O Come O Come Emmanuel." It surely is one of the most powerful of all the Advent/Christmas carols, and it nearly always moves me to tears. The minor key, the lament, the longing for Emmanuel to come...and to come in the midst of this world's sorrow and brokenness. O come, please come, dearest Lord Jesus, and "free Thine own from satan's tyranny. From depths of hell Thy people save. And give them victory o'er the grave."
Yes, "Thou Day-Spring come and cheer our spirits by Thine advent here. Disperse the gloomy clouds of night and death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel."
Isn't that the kind of Advent and Christmas so many of us are celebrating/mourning/rejoicing/lamenting? Yes, it feels like Narnia--where it's "winter but never Christmas"--but we know, we call to mind, we remember and then we choose to rejoice that You came and broke into this sin-sick, broken world to redeem us and, as the carol says, to save us from the depths of hell and gave us victory over the grave.
Thank You, Thank You, thank You, Lord Jesus! Help us to remember in the midst of our struggles and sorrows that You came, You are here, You are with us and in us, You will never ever leave us, and You are coming again to make all, all, all things new.
You will defeat and destroy forever the sin that hurts us...and the cancer that robs those we love of health and life...and the brokenness that haunts our world and harms Your children that You love and for whom You died and rose again.
Our family is enduring one of those hard, dark, winter times right now with my dear sister-in-law very sick. But as heartbreaking as it is at the moment, her future is utterly, wonderfully secure. One day, she will step into heaven and experience unimaginable glories, love, peace, joy and wonder. Praise You, Lord, for the hope and promise of heaven! She and all who love the Lord have infinitely more ahead of them than what is behind them. Life on this planet is but a speck, a dot in the limitless ocean of God's glorious forever.
How I love these words from Dietrich Bonhoeffer, written to his fiance while he was imprisoned in a Nazi prison cell. He would be executed months after writing these words...but oh how they speak to all of us who might be going through our own winter suffering right now:
"We shall both experience a few dark hours--why should we disguise that from each other? We shall ponder the incomprehensibility of our lot and be assailed by the question of why, over and above the darkness already enshrouding humanity, we should be subjected to the bitter anguish of a separation whose purpose we fail to understand...And then, just when everything is bearing down on us to such an extent that we can scarcely withstand it, the Christmas message comes to tell us that all our ideas are wrong, and that what we take to be evil and dark is really good and light because it comes from God. Our eyes are at fault, that is all. God is in the manger, wealth in poverty, light in darkness, succor in abandonment. No evil can befall us; whatever men may do to us, they cannot but serve the God who is secretly revealed as love and rules the world and our lives."
Whatever winter you might be enduring right now, please remember that "God is in the manger" but He's also on the throne of heaven and earth and He is with us. And He is bringing unconquerable wealthy in your poverty, light in your darkness, and succor in your abandonment.
Emmanuel--"God with us"--is with you, in you for you, behind you, beside you and before you. He will put "death's dark shadows to flight" forever and ever when you wake up in the eternal wonders and glories of heaven.
And so, in the midst of lament, we rejoice. O come, O come Emmanuel.
To God be all the glory.
Yes, "Thou Day-Spring come and cheer our spirits by Thine advent here. Disperse the gloomy clouds of night and death's dark shadows put to flight. Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel."
Isn't that the kind of Advent and Christmas so many of us are celebrating/mourning/rejoicing/lamenting? Yes, it feels like Narnia--where it's "winter but never Christmas"--but we know, we call to mind, we remember and then we choose to rejoice that You came and broke into this sin-sick, broken world to redeem us and, as the carol says, to save us from the depths of hell and gave us victory over the grave.
Thank You, Thank You, thank You, Lord Jesus! Help us to remember in the midst of our struggles and sorrows that You came, You are here, You are with us and in us, You will never ever leave us, and You are coming again to make all, all, all things new.
You will defeat and destroy forever the sin that hurts us...and the cancer that robs those we love of health and life...and the brokenness that haunts our world and harms Your children that You love and for whom You died and rose again.
Our family is enduring one of those hard, dark, winter times right now with my dear sister-in-law very sick. But as heartbreaking as it is at the moment, her future is utterly, wonderfully secure. One day, she will step into heaven and experience unimaginable glories, love, peace, joy and wonder. Praise You, Lord, for the hope and promise of heaven! She and all who love the Lord have infinitely more ahead of them than what is behind them. Life on this planet is but a speck, a dot in the limitless ocean of God's glorious forever.
How I love these words from Dietrich Bonhoeffer, written to his fiance while he was imprisoned in a Nazi prison cell. He would be executed months after writing these words...but oh how they speak to all of us who might be going through our own winter suffering right now:
"We shall both experience a few dark hours--why should we disguise that from each other? We shall ponder the incomprehensibility of our lot and be assailed by the question of why, over and above the darkness already enshrouding humanity, we should be subjected to the bitter anguish of a separation whose purpose we fail to understand...And then, just when everything is bearing down on us to such an extent that we can scarcely withstand it, the Christmas message comes to tell us that all our ideas are wrong, and that what we take to be evil and dark is really good and light because it comes from God. Our eyes are at fault, that is all. God is in the manger, wealth in poverty, light in darkness, succor in abandonment. No evil can befall us; whatever men may do to us, they cannot but serve the God who is secretly revealed as love and rules the world and our lives."
Whatever winter you might be enduring right now, please remember that "God is in the manger" but He's also on the throne of heaven and earth and He is with us. And He is bringing unconquerable wealthy in your poverty, light in your darkness, and succor in your abandonment.
Emmanuel--"God with us"--is with you, in you for you, behind you, beside you and before you. He will put "death's dark shadows to flight" forever and ever when you wake up in the eternal wonders and glories of heaven.
And so, in the midst of lament, we rejoice. O come, O come Emmanuel.
To God be all the glory.
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Choosing thankfulness...on Thanksgiving and everyday!
Happy Thanksgiving! What a wonderful holiday—lots of delicious food eaten with people you love, celebrating the amazing story of the pilgrims and indians and the gift of our great nation, and doing it all with a deliberate and intentional focus on thankfulness. Not to mention, none of the pressure and craziness of shopping for gifts and desperately trying to create the perfect Pinterest Christmas! What’s not to love!
But seriously, gratitude should not, must not be just a once a year holiday we celebrate or a short-lived activity we engage in for a few weeks every November. As Cicero said many centuries ago, “Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.” And I really think nothing has a more transformative impact on our attitude, our witness, our contentment, and indeed our lives, than being thankful people. And as believers, that means first and foremost thankfulness to Almighty God both for who He is and what He’s done, as well as thankfulness to Him for His many blessings in our lives. And also consistently expressing thankfulness to the people He has so graciously put in our lives.
As believers we have the joyful, amazing privilege of daily going to the throne of the Lord of the universe and giving Him thanks and praise. G.K.Chesterton once wrote that “The worst moment for any atheist is when he is really thankful and has no one to thank.” And that’s the point behind singer Andrew Peterson’s wonderful song called, “Don’t you want to thank someone?” He sings about dark, long nights…and then the beauty of the morning sun burns thru the mist or when, after a hard, bleak winter, “spring arrives and warms you like a mother’s kiss”—“Don’t you want to thank someone? Don’t you want thank someone for this?”
I couldn’t help but think of Coach Jim Valvano after NC State won the national championship in basketball years ago. Immediately after the winning shot, Valvano starts running around with his arms outstretched. He’s overcome with joy and wonder and excitedly, almost desperately looking for someone to hug. Yes! That’s what overwhelming thankfulness will do for you—you want, you must find someone to thank and with whom to share it!
Try being grumpy and irritable when you’re thankful—you can’t do it! Gratitude displaces fretting and complaining like nothing else! One more G.K. Chesterton quote that’s always been one of my favorites. He declared, “I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled with wonder.” Read that again—“gratitude is happiness doubled with wonder.” (That’s Valvano!) Don’t you love that!
Over and over again, God’s Word commands us to be thankful! Read thru the Psalms—you’ll see it time and again, “Give thanks to the Lord,” “Enter His gates with thanksgiving,” “Surely the righteous shall give thanks to your name.” And Paul’s epistles, oh my, constant, overflowing thanksgiving! “I give thanks to my God for you,” “I do not cease to give thanks for you,” “We ought always to give thanks to God,” and on and on!
Here’s the thing—have you ever wondered what God’s will is for you in your life? Well, I can tell you what God’s Word makes crystal clear on that subject, and it’s in I Thess.5:16-18 “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” God’s will for you is to give thanks in all circumstances. How well are we doing that?
Jon Bloom writes that the repeated commands in Scripture to give thanks “are not the exhortations of a vain deity. They are the loving prescription of the Great Physician; they are the loving reminders of our caring Father. Just like a parent helps a child to cultivate thankfulness through frequent reminders, God intends his frequent reminders for us to give thanks to him to help us experience the profoundly healthy and deep joy of seeing grace and feeling grateful. And like all of God’s greatest blessings, He has made our thankfulness something that gives Him glory and gives us joy! He gets the glory of being the grace-Giver, and we get the joy of being grace-receivers and the gratitude-feelers.” That’s a win-win!
Giving thanks is a habit that must be cultivated like any other—the more you do it, the more habitual and second nature it becomes. And the more habitual, the more you will find your mindset and attitude being joyously transformed. Mary Mohler, in her wonderful book, Growing in Gratitude, reminds us when we make thankfulness an intentional mindset, it becomes like an overflowing fountain that continuously spills over and splashes joy and thankfulness to all around us. “If others happen jostle us,” she writes, “we spill gratitude.”
So how do we do it? We simply start choosing to obey God’s simple, health-giving command to “give thanks in all circumstances.” Maybe you all already keep a gratitude journal, but if not, (or of like yours truly, you’ve let that habit slip away!) how about if we commit (or recommit) to doing that starting today? Here’s one suggestion: get a notebook and every evening before going to bed, write down 3 things for which you’re thankful. Make the first item on your list everyday something about Almighty God, His character, or His works for which you’re particularly thankful. And then write at least 2 things for which you’re grateful that day—whether it’s a lovely sunrise or your child coming home from college or the hug of a friend. And then here’s the kicker—let’s try to keep this up past Thanksgiving and all the way into the new year and beyond!
God has been so extravagantly good to us—even in the hardest, darkest times of our lives—for He is always with us, behind us, before us, beside us, in us, and for us. Let’s start counting His blessings, His gifts—big and small—and in the process, not only will He be glorified, but we’ll be strengthened and encouraged as we remember and recite His relentless goodness.
To God be the glory.
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Open your eyes...and then thank Him!
Good night!--its been almost a month (and quite the busy one), but I'm thankful to be back. The last time I was here, Halloween was still a few weeks away...now we're staring Thanksgiving in the face. It sounds so terribly trite, but oh my how time flies!
And whew, thank goodness for Thanksgiving, surely the best time of the year, and how badly we need it right now. There's our horribly polarized and divided culture, the relentless mud-slinging political ads (providing another good reason not to watch too much TV), and the general negativity and incivility in public discourse...I could go on, but why? Do we really need reminding of mankind's all too evident sinful, selfish nature? And that includes me...and you. I always think of G.K.Chesterton's famously response to a newspaper's request to write an answer to the question "What is wrong with the world." He simply wrote back, "Dear Sirs, I am. Sincerely yours, G.K. Chesterton." Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
But all the more reason that we all need to hit the pause button, take a step back, look around with new eyes to see how much good God has showered upon us (in spite of ourselves), and then look up with gratitude.
It's all grace. All, all, all, God's amazing grace.
Just this morning--walking Bingley on the quiet greenway in the early morning stillness...the cold, bracing air...the sun beginning to filter through the changing, brightly colored leaves...the scattering of fallen leaves making a gentle carpet beneath our feet...the sweet face of our happy dog as we walked...the deer sauntering up ahead across our path.
What did I do to create any of that? What did I do to earn it? Nothing. Nada. All grace. All by the gracious Creator.
How about lunch the other day with two dear friends...or dinner last night with folks we love...or text messages from priceless buddies on a trip in Israel...or Bible study with amazing women...or planning Christmas with my wonderful sisters and family...or having any of our children home (JOY!)...all the wondrous gift of the people we love--all grace, grace, grace.
Watching our beloved Tar Heels lose again in football...but on a spectacular fall day...cheering our hearts out while those boys--bless them!--played just as hard as they could...seeing that lovely campus bathed in autumn colors...hugging our son who gets to go to school there...simply being alive and breathing and seeing and laughing and eating. So many simple but oh so wonderful joys, gifts of grace and more grace.
None of it earned or deserved, but all grace. All gifts from our gracious, glorious God.
So a very simple message that I'll be coming back to again and again over the coming weeks: have we thanked Him? Have we thanked the Author and Finisher--not just of our faith but also of all the stuff of our daily existence? Surely fall is an a time when His handiwork explodes all around us in riotous color, smells, gifts and more gifts.
Today, take time to pause and open your eyes to see--really see all that's around you. There's so much, but we allow the familiar to blind us to the extraordinary. Look around at His extraordinary work, and then look up and thank Him for His gifts and for His amazing grace.
“Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!” Ps.107:1
Aren't you thankful you have Someone to thank?! Yes, He is the One! He is the Giver! He is the God of all grace! Open your eyes, look around, and then thank Him!
To God--the relentlessly good and gracious Giver--be all the glory.
And whew, thank goodness for Thanksgiving, surely the best time of the year, and how badly we need it right now. There's our horribly polarized and divided culture, the relentless mud-slinging political ads (providing another good reason not to watch too much TV), and the general negativity and incivility in public discourse...I could go on, but why? Do we really need reminding of mankind's all too evident sinful, selfish nature? And that includes me...and you. I always think of G.K.Chesterton's famously response to a newspaper's request to write an answer to the question "What is wrong with the world." He simply wrote back, "Dear Sirs, I am. Sincerely yours, G.K. Chesterton." Yep, that pretty much sums it up.
But all the more reason that we all need to hit the pause button, take a step back, look around with new eyes to see how much good God has showered upon us (in spite of ourselves), and then look up with gratitude.
It's all grace. All, all, all, God's amazing grace.
Just this morning--walking Bingley on the quiet greenway in the early morning stillness...the cold, bracing air...the sun beginning to filter through the changing, brightly colored leaves...the scattering of fallen leaves making a gentle carpet beneath our feet...the sweet face of our happy dog as we walked...the deer sauntering up ahead across our path.
What did I do to create any of that? What did I do to earn it? Nothing. Nada. All grace. All by the gracious Creator.
How about lunch the other day with two dear friends...or dinner last night with folks we love...or text messages from priceless buddies on a trip in Israel...or Bible study with amazing women...or planning Christmas with my wonderful sisters and family...or having any of our children home (JOY!)...all the wondrous gift of the people we love--all grace, grace, grace.
Watching our beloved Tar Heels lose again in football...but on a spectacular fall day...cheering our hearts out while those boys--bless them!--played just as hard as they could...seeing that lovely campus bathed in autumn colors...hugging our son who gets to go to school there...simply being alive and breathing and seeing and laughing and eating. So many simple but oh so wonderful joys, gifts of grace and more grace.
None of it earned or deserved, but all grace. All gifts from our gracious, glorious God.
So a very simple message that I'll be coming back to again and again over the coming weeks: have we thanked Him? Have we thanked the Author and Finisher--not just of our faith but also of all the stuff of our daily existence? Surely fall is an a time when His handiwork explodes all around us in riotous color, smells, gifts and more gifts.
Today, take time to pause and open your eyes to see--really see all that's around you. There's so much, but we allow the familiar to blind us to the extraordinary. Look around at His extraordinary work, and then look up and thank Him for His gifts and for His amazing grace.
“Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!” Ps.107:1
Aren't you thankful you have Someone to thank?! Yes, He is the One! He is the Giver! He is the God of all grace! Open your eyes, look around, and then thank Him!
To God--the relentlessly good and gracious Giver--be all the glory.
Thursday, October 11, 2018
Pray Big!
Another lesson for the storm, perhaps the simplest and yet by far the most powerful. And I think this little sign says it all--
Enough said...
But let me at least elaborate a bit. We have this sign prominently displayed in our kitchen. And you can't tell from this photo, but in the background the rain is literally pouring down like a wall of water and the wind is blowing and gusting as tropical storm Michael blasts its way through our state. So this seems mighty appropriate to talk about another lesson in a storm.
We got this sign when our daughter, Janie, was in a coma in the ICU, and desperation drove us to pray big, bold prayers as never before. We knew we had nowhere else to turn and apart from God’s intervention, there was no hope. But in the middle of all that, we learned that hard as it is, there’s no better place to be than having to completely surrender and totally depend upon the Lord, moment by moment.
And funny thing. That sign’s been prominently displayed in our kitchen now for over 6 years…yet a few weeks back, our dear brother-in-law asked, “I’ve never noticed that sign before. Is that new?” Frankly, I hadn’t paid any attention to the sign for a good long time either. It sat there proclaiming the most important thing any of us can ever do...but we'd all pretty much grown immune to its presence.
But all that changed, when we learned that my sweet sister-in-law, his wonderful wife, has cancer. Isn't it something how it often takes a storm to wake us up out of our lethargy? Shame on me for growing complacent and for often praying small, namby pamby prayers. Not anymore.
Needless to say, we’re all praying constantly, but being in this hard place has reminded us all anew that we need to be praying big, for we have a big God who can do big things. While we may not know the outcome to our storms, we know our big God is able to heal completely. We know He can do the miraculous and the impossible. We know He can...but we also know that whatever the Lord ultimately does, we can trust Him completely. Because He knows all things, He makes no mistakes, and all His plans and ways are for our ultimate good and His glory.
Our job isn’t to dictate or determine the outcome. Nope, our job is simply to pray big, believe boldly, and then rest in our Heavenly Father, knowing we can leave all the results up to the One who loves us infinitely. As R.A. Torrey once declared, “Pray for great things; expect great things; work for great things, but above all—pray!”
Let me ask a couple of questions that I’ve been asking myself recently: first, if you’re struggling with some kind of adversity right now, are you praising God…or is your praise dependent upon favorable circumstances? Will you choose, this week, this day, by an act of the will, to spend time praising your Sovereign Lord, because He’s forever worthy of your praise. And praising God unleashes incredible power.
And secondly, are you praying big, bold prayers? Our friend Tom, who now leads Young Life here in Raleigh, asks it this way: “If God answered all the prayers you prayed today, would you notice? Would the world notice?” If the answer’s no, then that means you’re not praying big, audacious, this can-only-be-God prayers! Why are earth not?
Seriously, if you’re a believer, then you have the Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwelling inside you. You have the Spirit’s dynamite power working in and through you. You have the sovereign Creator and Ruler of the universe loving you, listening to you, and leading you. So praise extravagantly! And pray BIG and boldly!
All I know is that in the storms of life, when there's so much we can't control and don't know, there's nothing more powerful, nothing more freeing, and nothing more comforting than Praying Big to a Big God!
He's got this...He's got this storm...and He's got you in the palm of His nail-scarred, all powerful, all loving hands. Let's pray big and trust Him to do big things!
“Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” (Ephesians 3:20)
To God be the glory.
But let me at least elaborate a bit. We have this sign prominently displayed in our kitchen. And you can't tell from this photo, but in the background the rain is literally pouring down like a wall of water and the wind is blowing and gusting as tropical storm Michael blasts its way through our state. So this seems mighty appropriate to talk about another lesson in a storm.
We got this sign when our daughter, Janie, was in a coma in the ICU, and desperation drove us to pray big, bold prayers as never before. We knew we had nowhere else to turn and apart from God’s intervention, there was no hope. But in the middle of all that, we learned that hard as it is, there’s no better place to be than having to completely surrender and totally depend upon the Lord, moment by moment.
And funny thing. That sign’s been prominently displayed in our kitchen now for over 6 years…yet a few weeks back, our dear brother-in-law asked, “I’ve never noticed that sign before. Is that new?” Frankly, I hadn’t paid any attention to the sign for a good long time either. It sat there proclaiming the most important thing any of us can ever do...but we'd all pretty much grown immune to its presence.
But all that changed, when we learned that my sweet sister-in-law, his wonderful wife, has cancer. Isn't it something how it often takes a storm to wake us up out of our lethargy? Shame on me for growing complacent and for often praying small, namby pamby prayers. Not anymore.
Needless to say, we’re all praying constantly, but being in this hard place has reminded us all anew that we need to be praying big, for we have a big God who can do big things. While we may not know the outcome to our storms, we know our big God is able to heal completely. We know He can do the miraculous and the impossible. We know He can...but we also know that whatever the Lord ultimately does, we can trust Him completely. Because He knows all things, He makes no mistakes, and all His plans and ways are for our ultimate good and His glory.
Our job isn’t to dictate or determine the outcome. Nope, our job is simply to pray big, believe boldly, and then rest in our Heavenly Father, knowing we can leave all the results up to the One who loves us infinitely. As R.A. Torrey once declared, “Pray for great things; expect great things; work for great things, but above all—pray!”
Let me ask a couple of questions that I’ve been asking myself recently: first, if you’re struggling with some kind of adversity right now, are you praising God…or is your praise dependent upon favorable circumstances? Will you choose, this week, this day, by an act of the will, to spend time praising your Sovereign Lord, because He’s forever worthy of your praise. And praising God unleashes incredible power.
And secondly, are you praying big, bold prayers? Our friend Tom, who now leads Young Life here in Raleigh, asks it this way: “If God answered all the prayers you prayed today, would you notice? Would the world notice?” If the answer’s no, then that means you’re not praying big, audacious, this can-only-be-God prayers! Why are earth not?
Seriously, if you’re a believer, then you have the Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead dwelling inside you. You have the Spirit’s dynamite power working in and through you. You have the sovereign Creator and Ruler of the universe loving you, listening to you, and leading you. So praise extravagantly! And pray BIG and boldly!
All I know is that in the storms of life, when there's so much we can't control and don't know, there's nothing more powerful, nothing more freeing, and nothing more comforting than Praying Big to a Big God!
He's got this...He's got this storm...and He's got you in the palm of His nail-scarred, all powerful, all loving hands. Let's pray big and trust Him to do big things!
“Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen.” (Ephesians 3:20)
To God be the glory.
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Another lesson for the storm...and start today
I've been meaning to write this post for days and days...when I finally get all that other stuff done that needed doing...and when the mood/inspiration hits...and when I've dealt with all those little problems that have suddenly cropped up...and when a slot of time magically opens up and I'm not sleepy or hungry or grumpy or weepy or...Yeah, you get the idea.
Because here's the thing: that day never arrives. Never. We'll always have some reason, some excuse for not doing what we know we need to do, because God's called us to do it...but it's not urgent. It's not easy. And frankly, we simply don't feel like it.
And then suddenly it hit me--that's the very reason I need to sit down and write about this right now, whether I feel like it or not! Because the choice, the action I want to write about is also one that cannot wait until you feel like it. Or till your circumstances improve. Or till that mythical day when life calms down a bit.
Nope, you've just got to start doing it, because despite your feelings or your challenges or your circumstances or your difficulties, nothing nothing, nothing is more important in the midst of a storm than this ridiculously simple but profoundly life-changing choice--
Choosing to rejoice.
Choosing to be thankful.
And specifically, literally, choosing to name those reasons. Say them out loud. Write them down. Somehow, someway, make the choice--in the midst of the raging storm--to count your blessings.
"Yeah, yeah," you say. "Trite," you yawn. But let me tell you from the perspective of someone who has been there--it's utterly life-changing and perspective-restoring.
I've shared it a million times, but one day--maybe around day six or seven of Janie's stay in the ICU, a middle-aged man was admitted in the little room right next to hers. The walls in the ICU are so thin you can't really call them walls, so we could hear everything that was going on. And this man had been in some kind of accident. Like Janie, he had suffered some kind of brain injury and was unconscious.
We heard them go through the same protocol we'd already heard every hour with Janie. They'd yell, "Mr. So and so, Mr. So and so, wake up! You are in the hospital. Can you hear me? If you can hear me, wiggle your toes..." And so it would go, hour after hour. Just as it had with our daughter. For all those long days with Janie, nothing. No response. Hour after hour, day after day, nothing.
But with this other fellow, the very next day he obviously woke up and began slowly responding in some way to their questions. But (to my shame) instead of rejoicing for them, I felt sick with sorrow for us. "Why couldn't that be us, Lord? Why him and not Janie? Why won't you wake up Janie? We've been here a week...he's been here a few hours...why Lord?"
My mind and heart headed down a dark, deadly path of ugliness, despair and envy, and let me tell you, that will never take you anywhere good.
But I can only describe it as the extraordinary grace and goodness of God, for just as my mind started down that hideous road, the Lord stopped me in my tracks. And I seemed to hear "Start rejoicing. Start naming all the reasons for thanksgiving. Now!"
And this stubborn, slow-learning, often disobedient child, for once, listened and obeyed. I started that moment to begin making a mental list of things for which we could be thankful. Yes, it was a mighty weak and reluctant list at first, but praise God He takes us just as we are and blesses even our tiniest, most pathetic attempts.
"Umm, well, thank You for the Starbucks downstairs. That's something anyway, to have hot tea." I tried haltingly to continue: " Uh, thank You for these nurses and doctors. They have been amazing....and while I'm at it, thank You for our friends who have done so much to help us and to keep things going at home...thank You for my wonderful brothers and sisters who have been here with us in the midst of this fight constantly...thank You that we could come to this hospital and receive such extraordinary medical care...thank You for the praise music playing in Janie's room...thank You for Your Word that has truly come alive as never before..."
By now, I was on a roll, and the innumerable reasons for thankfulness and praise began to pour out...while the ugly despair and envy began to diminish.
Now, that's not to say everything changed...because it did not. Janie remained unconscious for another week. We fought fear and fevers and lung problems and discouragement and exhaustion. But we knew we were not fighting alone. We knew God was with us in the fight. We knew the Body of Christ was fighting alongside us. And we knew there are always, always, always reasons for thanksgiving and praise.
So that's my ridiculously simple suggestion...but I'm telling you--you will pierce the darkness with words of thanksgiving and praise so that the light begins shining through and your heart will be lifted. Lifted to look up...and see Him. And know that He is with you, beside you, before you, behind you, in you and for you.
It truly is a golden bridge of praise--a bridge that takes you from discouragement and despair and crosses over the darkness into the light of indefatigable joy and hope.
But you have to choose to cross over that bridge of praise. And often it simply begins by taking the first tentative, reluctant step. Don't wait to feel like it. Don't wait till circumstances improve. Don't wait till you think you really have a reason to praise. No, simply start praising and thanking. "Tune your heart to sing God's praise," as the old hymn puts it.
It's a choice, an act of the will that may or may not change your circumstances but that will profoundly, beautifully change you.
"Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is the will of God in Christ for you." (I Thess.5:16-18)
It's a command...and you have to choose...and no matter the storm, there will always, always, always be plenty of reason to rejoice and to give thanks. So just start. Start small, but start today. Start now.
To God be the glory.
Because here's the thing: that day never arrives. Never. We'll always have some reason, some excuse for not doing what we know we need to do, because God's called us to do it...but it's not urgent. It's not easy. And frankly, we simply don't feel like it.
And then suddenly it hit me--that's the very reason I need to sit down and write about this right now, whether I feel like it or not! Because the choice, the action I want to write about is also one that cannot wait until you feel like it. Or till your circumstances improve. Or till that mythical day when life calms down a bit.
Nope, you've just got to start doing it, because despite your feelings or your challenges or your circumstances or your difficulties, nothing nothing, nothing is more important in the midst of a storm than this ridiculously simple but profoundly life-changing choice--
Choosing to rejoice.
Choosing to be thankful.
And specifically, literally, choosing to name those reasons. Say them out loud. Write them down. Somehow, someway, make the choice--in the midst of the raging storm--to count your blessings.
"Yeah, yeah," you say. "Trite," you yawn. But let me tell you from the perspective of someone who has been there--it's utterly life-changing and perspective-restoring.
I've shared it a million times, but one day--maybe around day six or seven of Janie's stay in the ICU, a middle-aged man was admitted in the little room right next to hers. The walls in the ICU are so thin you can't really call them walls, so we could hear everything that was going on. And this man had been in some kind of accident. Like Janie, he had suffered some kind of brain injury and was unconscious.
We heard them go through the same protocol we'd already heard every hour with Janie. They'd yell, "Mr. So and so, Mr. So and so, wake up! You are in the hospital. Can you hear me? If you can hear me, wiggle your toes..." And so it would go, hour after hour. Just as it had with our daughter. For all those long days with Janie, nothing. No response. Hour after hour, day after day, nothing.
But with this other fellow, the very next day he obviously woke up and began slowly responding in some way to their questions. But (to my shame) instead of rejoicing for them, I felt sick with sorrow for us. "Why couldn't that be us, Lord? Why him and not Janie? Why won't you wake up Janie? We've been here a week...he's been here a few hours...why Lord?"
My mind and heart headed down a dark, deadly path of ugliness, despair and envy, and let me tell you, that will never take you anywhere good.
But I can only describe it as the extraordinary grace and goodness of God, for just as my mind started down that hideous road, the Lord stopped me in my tracks. And I seemed to hear "Start rejoicing. Start naming all the reasons for thanksgiving. Now!"
And this stubborn, slow-learning, often disobedient child, for once, listened and obeyed. I started that moment to begin making a mental list of things for which we could be thankful. Yes, it was a mighty weak and reluctant list at first, but praise God He takes us just as we are and blesses even our tiniest, most pathetic attempts.
"Umm, well, thank You for the Starbucks downstairs. That's something anyway, to have hot tea." I tried haltingly to continue: " Uh, thank You for these nurses and doctors. They have been amazing....and while I'm at it, thank You for our friends who have done so much to help us and to keep things going at home...thank You for my wonderful brothers and sisters who have been here with us in the midst of this fight constantly...thank You that we could come to this hospital and receive such extraordinary medical care...thank You for the praise music playing in Janie's room...thank You for Your Word that has truly come alive as never before..."
By now, I was on a roll, and the innumerable reasons for thankfulness and praise began to pour out...while the ugly despair and envy began to diminish.
Now, that's not to say everything changed...because it did not. Janie remained unconscious for another week. We fought fear and fevers and lung problems and discouragement and exhaustion. But we knew we were not fighting alone. We knew God was with us in the fight. We knew the Body of Christ was fighting alongside us. And we knew there are always, always, always reasons for thanksgiving and praise.
So that's my ridiculously simple suggestion...but I'm telling you--you will pierce the darkness with words of thanksgiving and praise so that the light begins shining through and your heart will be lifted. Lifted to look up...and see Him. And know that He is with you, beside you, before you, behind you, in you and for you.
It truly is a golden bridge of praise--a bridge that takes you from discouragement and despair and crosses over the darkness into the light of indefatigable joy and hope.
But you have to choose to cross over that bridge of praise. And often it simply begins by taking the first tentative, reluctant step. Don't wait to feel like it. Don't wait till circumstances improve. Don't wait till you think you really have a reason to praise. No, simply start praising and thanking. "Tune your heart to sing God's praise," as the old hymn puts it.
It's a choice, an act of the will that may or may not change your circumstances but that will profoundly, beautifully change you.
"Rejoice always. Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is the will of God in Christ for you." (I Thess.5:16-18)
It's a command...and you have to choose...and no matter the storm, there will always, always, always be plenty of reason to rejoice and to give thanks. So just start. Start small, but start today. Start now.
To God be the glory.
Thursday, September 6, 2018
Another lesson: A Soundtrack of Praise
Another very simple but I believe profoundly powerful lesson for the storms: maintain a soundtrack of praise.
I mean that quite literally. Keep praise music, worship music, uplifting music that strengthens your soul...keep it playing in the background. At the hospital, at home, in the car. Music--especially great hymns or praise and worship songs--has a power all its own to remind your heart of the truth. Because in the heat of the storm, our hearts forget.
Pain or fear of discouragement almost always lead to spiritual amnesia. Yes, we might know intellectually that God is in control, that Jesus is with us every moment, that the Lord is working all things out for our ultimate good and His glory. Yeah, yeah, yeah....
But as the wind and waves lash and disorient us, we can't feel it. We can't feel Him...and so we forget. We all forget.
We need to be reminded. And music speaks to your heart. Music brings to your conscious memory that which you already knew, but forgot or doubt. Music somehow reaches past the pain, the fear, the sorrow and speaks strong, true Truth to your weary, burdened soul.
It happened over and over again to us when Janie was in the ICU. Amidst the continual beeps and alarms of the equipment and the constant visits from the nurses, we softly played worship music in the background. We started playing it in the hope that in some mysterious way, Janie might be able to hear it deep in the recesses of her coma and thus be somehow strengthened in her battle.
But what we learned was that we--her often frightened, fragile parents--were the ones who were powerfully and beautifully ministered to by that music. Because we were reminded afresh of truths like--
Lost are saved, find their way, at the sound of Your great name
All condemned, feel no shame, at the sound of Your great name
Every fear, has no place, at the sound of Your great name
The enemy, he has to leave, at the sound of Your great name
Jesus, worthy is the lamb that was slain for us, son of God and man
You are high and lifted up, that all the world will praise Your great name
All the weak, find their strength, at the sound of Your great name
Hungry souls, receive grace, at the sound of Your great name
The fatherless, they find their rest, at the sound of Your great name
Sick are healed, and the dead are raised, at the sound of Your great name
Jesus, worthy is the lamb that was slain for us, son of god and man
You are high and lifted up, that all the world will praise Your great name
Oh, Your great name
Redeemer, my healer, almighty
My savior, defender, You are my king ("Your Great Name")
Or--
Let no one caught in sin remain
Inside the lie of inward shame
We fix our eyes upon the cross
And run to Him who showed great love
And bled for us
Freely You've bled for us
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with Him again
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Beneath the weight of all our sin
You bowed to none but Heaven's will
No scheme of Hell, no scoffer's crown
No burden great can hold You down
In strength You reign
Forever let Your church proclaim
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with Him again
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
The glory of God has defeated the night
Sing it, o death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
Our God is not dead, He's alive, He's alive
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
("Christ is Risen")
Oh and so many more! Even today, when I hear one of those many glorious songs we played on that little boom box in the ICU, tears of joy and thanksgiving spring to my eyes. I'm reminded afresh of my Great God. Of who He is. Of all He has done for us in Christ. Of all He can do. And of all He has promised for us in the future.
And it's all ultimately good...extraordinarily, supernaturally, eternally, good-as-it-gets good.
But in midst of the storm, your heart needs to be reminded.
In the midst of the storm, your soul needs to be strengthened in Him...in His Word, in His character, in His faithfulness, in His everlasting love, in His omnipotent power. Music preaches to your heart like almost nothing else, and despair flees in the face of praise. So keep playing that soundtrack of praise.
"Oh come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the Rock of our salvation! Let us come into His presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to Him with songs of praise! For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods." (Ps.95:1-3)
It's okay if you forget...we all do. Just put on those worship songs, those hymns, that praise music, and I promise, you'll start remembering.
And in remembering, your heart will begin rejoicing.
And in rejoicing, you will find yourself revived and restored...even in very teeth of the storm.
Because Jesus will be right there with you in the storm...and He is always, always, always enough.
To our Savior, our Redeemer, our King of Kings, and the One who has defeated sin and death, be all the glory.
I mean that quite literally. Keep praise music, worship music, uplifting music that strengthens your soul...keep it playing in the background. At the hospital, at home, in the car. Music--especially great hymns or praise and worship songs--has a power all its own to remind your heart of the truth. Because in the heat of the storm, our hearts forget.
Pain or fear of discouragement almost always lead to spiritual amnesia. Yes, we might know intellectually that God is in control, that Jesus is with us every moment, that the Lord is working all things out for our ultimate good and His glory. Yeah, yeah, yeah....
But as the wind and waves lash and disorient us, we can't feel it. We can't feel Him...and so we forget. We all forget.
We need to be reminded. And music speaks to your heart. Music brings to your conscious memory that which you already knew, but forgot or doubt. Music somehow reaches past the pain, the fear, the sorrow and speaks strong, true Truth to your weary, burdened soul.
It happened over and over again to us when Janie was in the ICU. Amidst the continual beeps and alarms of the equipment and the constant visits from the nurses, we softly played worship music in the background. We started playing it in the hope that in some mysterious way, Janie might be able to hear it deep in the recesses of her coma and thus be somehow strengthened in her battle.
But what we learned was that we--her often frightened, fragile parents--were the ones who were powerfully and beautifully ministered to by that music. Because we were reminded afresh of truths like--
Lost are saved, find their way, at the sound of Your great name
All condemned, feel no shame, at the sound of Your great name
Every fear, has no place, at the sound of Your great name
The enemy, he has to leave, at the sound of Your great name
Jesus, worthy is the lamb that was slain for us, son of God and man
You are high and lifted up, that all the world will praise Your great name
All the weak, find their strength, at the sound of Your great name
Hungry souls, receive grace, at the sound of Your great name
The fatherless, they find their rest, at the sound of Your great name
Sick are healed, and the dead are raised, at the sound of Your great name
Jesus, worthy is the lamb that was slain for us, son of god and man
You are high and lifted up, that all the world will praise Your great name
Oh, Your great name
Redeemer, my healer, almighty
My savior, defender, You are my king ("Your Great Name")
Or--
Let no one caught in sin remain
Inside the lie of inward shame
We fix our eyes upon the cross
And run to Him who showed great love
And bled for us
Freely You've bled for us
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with Him again
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Beneath the weight of all our sin
You bowed to none but Heaven's will
No scheme of Hell, no scoffer's crown
No burden great can hold You down
In strength You reign
Forever let Your church proclaim
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with Him again
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
The glory of God has defeated the night
Sing it, o death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
Our God is not dead, He's alive, He's alive
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
("Christ is Risen")
Oh and so many more! Even today, when I hear one of those many glorious songs we played on that little boom box in the ICU, tears of joy and thanksgiving spring to my eyes. I'm reminded afresh of my Great God. Of who He is. Of all He has done for us in Christ. Of all He can do. And of all He has promised for us in the future.
And it's all ultimately good...extraordinarily, supernaturally, eternally, good-as-it-gets good.
But in midst of the storm, your heart needs to be reminded.
In the midst of the storm, your soul needs to be strengthened in Him...in His Word, in His character, in His faithfulness, in His everlasting love, in His omnipotent power. Music preaches to your heart like almost nothing else, and despair flees in the face of praise. So keep playing that soundtrack of praise.
"Oh come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the Rock of our salvation! Let us come into His presence with thanksgiving; let us make a joyful noise to Him with songs of praise! For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods." (Ps.95:1-3)
It's okay if you forget...we all do. Just put on those worship songs, those hymns, that praise music, and I promise, you'll start remembering.
And in remembering, your heart will begin rejoicing.
And in rejoicing, you will find yourself revived and restored...even in very teeth of the storm.
Because Jesus will be right there with you in the storm...and He is always, always, always enough.
To our Savior, our Redeemer, our King of Kings, and the One who has defeated sin and death, be all the glory.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)