"Then Jesus said to those Jews who believed Him, "If you abide in My word, you are My disciples indeed. And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free (from being slaves to sin)...Therefore, if the Son makes you free you shall be free indeed." NKJV
"Jesus said to the people who believed in him, "You are truly my disciples if you remain faithful to my teachings. And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free...So if the Son sets you free, you are truly free."
There is nothing more wonderful than how the Lord works! Amen?
In the midst of a flurry of correspondence with my friend H, a question arose about the significance of the word, "Therefore." Which just happens to appear in today's NKJV translation!
www.bible.ca explained it as this...When you come to a "therefore" in the Bible, you should check to see what it is THERE FOR! You see, the word tells us that what's about to be presented is based on what's already been said. The idea is, in view of the facts just given, there is a statement of conclusion that follows.
"Therefore" means there is a gem of wisdom and truth waiting there for us to read, to explore, and to understand. Then these truth jewels can be applied to our daily lives with the help of the Holy Spirit.
I have to confess that abiding in the freedom of life with Jesus takes this ole gal lots and lots of practice!
Thank You, Lord, for Your abounding grace and Your incalculable fountain of forgiveness.
Once again, I am reminded of Lazarus after he was raise from the dead, covered by the wrappings of the tomb. For me, it is one of the greatest metaphors for understanding what role sin plays in my life. It also is a wonderful expression of how grace works. We aren't unwrapped all at once because it takes time to peel off the layers. It takes help.
Immersing ourselves in truth peels off a layer. Another truth, another layer. Oops, that strip of linen needs to come off first before this one can be peeled away...
Which has me celebrating life with Jesus as an infinite, eternal journey of possibilities.
Lord, my heart wants more than anything to remain faithful to Your teachings. You know my weaknesses, You know what causes me to trip and fall. Lead me into truth and righteousness (being right with You), in Jesus name I pray. Amen!
Monday, 30 April 2018
Saturday, 28 April 2018
I am Sent. John 20:21
"So Jesus said to them again, "Peace to you. As the Father has sent Me. I also send you." NJKV
"Again he said, "Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I am sending you." JCB
I feel led to include the next verse because Jesus not only sends us into the world, He equips us for our journeys.
"Then he breathed on them and said, "Receive the Holy Spirit." Jn 20:22 JCB
I find myself feeling humbled this morning. It's a wide eyed, delighted, amazed, and awe filled humility wrapped up with deepest gratitude.
Jesus gave us the Spirit. All of us. From that very moment until the end of time. Every believer that proclaims Jesus is Lord is freely given an eternally present gift from God...His breath.
We've been sent but we are never without a Guide.
We've been sent but we are never journeying on our own.
It's just that, sometimes, we forget He is there. I forget all the time and get buried by insecurities and fear.
Last night's worship team practice is a perfect example. It pushed me waaay outside my comfort zone. It was a small group of four because our team leader and her husband, the bass player, were away. Thankfully, they will be back for Sunday service! Thankfully, we will have a practice before the service with all of us!
There was a pianist, a guitarist, a drummer and yours truly on the flute. Only, there was nobody singing to keep us all together. It didn't go very well.
Here's the stretch...I ended up offering to do vocals. (What!? Who said that!?) My throat and chest tightened with nervousness which didn't help matters. Most of the tension was due to being utterly ill prepared to sing solo. Being familiar with the words wasn't much help because they had rarely been sung. Flute tooting is my contribution. Lyric singing is a mental exercise.
The one song for Sunday where I was slated to do back up vocals flopped mightily because I didn't have a lead to follow, to keep me in the right place in the lyrics. It's also a song I wasn't overly familiar with. (Believing that our faithful leader would be there to keep me on track!) That will change today because I'll listen to it. A Lot! That will be a challenge, too, because the song isn't one I care for very much.
So we sort of muddled our way through the rehearsal.
I wasn't happy with my performance because I know it could have been better. At least, I think I can sing much better. But that's in the car. Sans audience, sans anyone relying on me to keep everything together. Although, I have to wonder how much anxiety would have built up had our team leader warned me what was going to happen. Probably a lot. :)
She had sent us notice that she wouldn't be there, that our talented pianist would run the practice...I guess I failed to put the two together. I also hadn't realized the worship team was going to be so small this week.
I am not happy this morning because it was a missed opportunity to snuggle into Jesus, to reside with the Holy Spirit, who would have helped me through the challenges of the evening. Panic and nervousness drove all thoughts of them right out of my head. Forgive me, Lord.
This morning I realize He had everything under control. It was the Holy Spirit who led me to throw myself to the lions. (Another smile.) It was He who urged me to step outside the box of comfort and familiarity. It was He who enabled me to rise above past criticisms and lies.
It took a long while to fall asleep last night but I am reassured this morning that the next time, it will be better.
"Again he said, "Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I am sending you." JCB
I feel led to include the next verse because Jesus not only sends us into the world, He equips us for our journeys.
"Then he breathed on them and said, "Receive the Holy Spirit." Jn 20:22 JCB
I find myself feeling humbled this morning. It's a wide eyed, delighted, amazed, and awe filled humility wrapped up with deepest gratitude.
Jesus gave us the Spirit. All of us. From that very moment until the end of time. Every believer that proclaims Jesus is Lord is freely given an eternally present gift from God...His breath.
We've been sent but we are never without a Guide.
We've been sent but we are never journeying on our own.
It's just that, sometimes, we forget He is there. I forget all the time and get buried by insecurities and fear.
Last night's worship team practice is a perfect example. It pushed me waaay outside my comfort zone. It was a small group of four because our team leader and her husband, the bass player, were away. Thankfully, they will be back for Sunday service! Thankfully, we will have a practice before the service with all of us!
There was a pianist, a guitarist, a drummer and yours truly on the flute. Only, there was nobody singing to keep us all together. It didn't go very well.
Here's the stretch...I ended up offering to do vocals. (What!? Who said that!?) My throat and chest tightened with nervousness which didn't help matters. Most of the tension was due to being utterly ill prepared to sing solo. Being familiar with the words wasn't much help because they had rarely been sung. Flute tooting is my contribution. Lyric singing is a mental exercise.
The one song for Sunday where I was slated to do back up vocals flopped mightily because I didn't have a lead to follow, to keep me in the right place in the lyrics. It's also a song I wasn't overly familiar with. (Believing that our faithful leader would be there to keep me on track!) That will change today because I'll listen to it. A Lot! That will be a challenge, too, because the song isn't one I care for very much.
So we sort of muddled our way through the rehearsal.
I wasn't happy with my performance because I know it could have been better. At least, I think I can sing much better. But that's in the car. Sans audience, sans anyone relying on me to keep everything together. Although, I have to wonder how much anxiety would have built up had our team leader warned me what was going to happen. Probably a lot. :)
She had sent us notice that she wouldn't be there, that our talented pianist would run the practice...I guess I failed to put the two together. I also hadn't realized the worship team was going to be so small this week.
I am not happy this morning because it was a missed opportunity to snuggle into Jesus, to reside with the Holy Spirit, who would have helped me through the challenges of the evening. Panic and nervousness drove all thoughts of them right out of my head. Forgive me, Lord.
This morning I realize He had everything under control. It was the Holy Spirit who led me to throw myself to the lions. (Another smile.) It was He who urged me to step outside the box of comfort and familiarity. It was He who enabled me to rise above past criticisms and lies.
It took a long while to fall asleep last night but I am reassured this morning that the next time, it will be better.
Friday, 27 April 2018
I am Secure. Deuteronomy 33:12
"Of Benjamin he (Moses) said: 'The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by Him, Who shelters him all the day long; And he shall dwell between His shoulders.'" NKJV
"Moses said this about the tribe of Benjamin: 'The people of Benjamin are loved by the Lord and live in safety beside him. He surrounds them continuously and preserves them from every harm." JCB
I feel that sometimes the poetry of older Bible versions gets lost in newer translations. It's one of the reasons I like to use both older and newer. What leapt out for me this morning is the idea of dwelling between God's shoulders.
Children love being set upon a grownup's shoulders, to become a giant among men. There's the thrill of danger as the little one finds themselves being scooped up and lifted as high as the moon. Squeals and giggles erupt from being so far off the ground with nothing to hang on to but a head. It's usually grabbed pretty hard in the beginning. Then the realization sets in that whoever has them on their shoulders keeps a pretty good grip on the legs dangling down in front.
Getting settled onto this perch does come with a warning.
"Don't lean back!"
But once a child is up there...the view is dizzying compared to an impenetrable forest of anonymous legs, hands, packages, and purses. There's fear there, too, on the ground. The very real fear of getting lost in the crowd.
Sometimes being put atop the Highest Place in the World comes with a Very Important Mission.
"Do you see your Mom, your Aunt, or your brother, anywhere?"
What an honour! To be given the gift of being able to see farther than any grownup ever could!
God's shoulders never feel the strain. God's shoulders never tire. We never grow too big to be lifted up, giggling and squealing, so our weary souls can rest.
He never, ever lets go.
Even when we test His grip by leaning back.
"Moses said this about the tribe of Benjamin: 'The people of Benjamin are loved by the Lord and live in safety beside him. He surrounds them continuously and preserves them from every harm." JCB
I feel that sometimes the poetry of older Bible versions gets lost in newer translations. It's one of the reasons I like to use both older and newer. What leapt out for me this morning is the idea of dwelling between God's shoulders.
Children love being set upon a grownup's shoulders, to become a giant among men. There's the thrill of danger as the little one finds themselves being scooped up and lifted as high as the moon. Squeals and giggles erupt from being so far off the ground with nothing to hang on to but a head. It's usually grabbed pretty hard in the beginning. Then the realization sets in that whoever has them on their shoulders keeps a pretty good grip on the legs dangling down in front.
Getting settled onto this perch does come with a warning.
"Don't lean back!"
But once a child is up there...the view is dizzying compared to an impenetrable forest of anonymous legs, hands, packages, and purses. There's fear there, too, on the ground. The very real fear of getting lost in the crowd.
Sometimes being put atop the Highest Place in the World comes with a Very Important Mission.
"Do you see your Mom, your Aunt, or your brother, anywhere?"
What an honour! To be given the gift of being able to see farther than any grownup ever could!
God's shoulders never feel the strain. God's shoulders never tire. We never grow too big to be lifted up, giggling and squealing, so our weary souls can rest.
He never, ever lets go.
Even when we test His grip by leaning back.
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
Ephesians 2:6
I am seated with Him.
"And raised us up together, and made us sit at together in the heavenly places with Christ Jesus." NKJV
"For he raised us from the dead along with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ Jesus." JCB
So where are these heavenly places anyways? These heavenly realms? These realms are plural so there's more than one.
Is one of them where two or more gather in His name?
Is another where we worship? Making a joyful noise?
Could we be transported to one of these heavenly places during moments of quiet, contemplative prayer?
I guess the "where" isn't really important because "where" can be everywhere in Christ.
It's reassuring to know that being connected with Him has no limits, no boundaries, no finite restrictions shaping what our connection with the Lord looks like.
Except...there are some. They can come from us through the bondage of cultural and religious ideas.
We place limitations on our relationship with Christ. For many Christians, Jesus time is Sunday 11 til 1. For others, it's the opposite. They shy away from belonging to a community of believers. I am not condemning these people because I have my own ways of disconnecting.
Idols. I am watching too much TV. Lord, forgive me for allowing myself to be numbed by the constant chatter. Forgive me for allowing it to be the procrastination that is so much easier than decision making. Especially when I am feeling overwhelmed. Then, by watching TV, I end up even more overwhelmed because I have put off decision making...Lord, set me free.
I think we dwell in a little piece of heaven when we wrestle with our understanding of what being free in Christ really means.
"And raised us up together, and made us sit at together in the heavenly places with Christ Jesus." NKJV
"For he raised us from the dead along with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ Jesus." JCB
So where are these heavenly places anyways? These heavenly realms? These realms are plural so there's more than one.
Is one of them where two or more gather in His name?
Is another where we worship? Making a joyful noise?
Could we be transported to one of these heavenly places during moments of quiet, contemplative prayer?
I guess the "where" isn't really important because "where" can be everywhere in Christ.
It's reassuring to know that being connected with Him has no limits, no boundaries, no finite restrictions shaping what our connection with the Lord looks like.
Except...there are some. They can come from us through the bondage of cultural and religious ideas.
We place limitations on our relationship with Christ. For many Christians, Jesus time is Sunday 11 til 1. For others, it's the opposite. They shy away from belonging to a community of believers. I am not condemning these people because I have my own ways of disconnecting.
Idols. I am watching too much TV. Lord, forgive me for allowing myself to be numbed by the constant chatter. Forgive me for allowing it to be the procrastination that is so much easier than decision making. Especially when I am feeling overwhelmed. Then, by watching TV, I end up even more overwhelmed because I have put off decision making...Lord, set me free.
I think we dwell in a little piece of heaven when we wrestle with our understanding of what being free in Christ really means.
Tuesday, 24 April 2018
Ephesians 1:13
I am sealed by God with His Holy Spirit.
"In Him you also trusted, after you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation; in whom, also, having believed, you were sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise." NKJV
"And now you Gentiles have also heard the truth, the Good News that God saves you. And when you believed in Christ, he identified you as his own by giving you the Holy Spirit, whom he promised long ago." JCB
Sealed. In thinking of the number of ways a seal is used in daily life and by applying that knowledge to this passage, I am once again awed by the diverse ways the Lord uses the language of the Bible to connect with us on so many different levels.
For those of us who still use snail mail, an envelope is sealed to prevent the contents from either being read or lost. In the old days, melted wax was applied to the seams of a folded paper so it would be easy to see if the message had been tampered with on its journey to the receiver. Every person of status had their own seal, a design carved into a ring or stamp that was pressed into the soft wax before it hardened thereby identifying the sender.
Later on, a small, hand held press was used to emboss a design directly into the paper. This method is still used today for authenticating official documents.
When I make jam, having a good seal is so important. Without it, the contents would spoil. The seal keeps air and bacteria out. I always use mason jars with a metal ring and a slightly concave lid with rubber around the edges. There's nothing better than hearing those lids pop once the contents have cooled enough to pull the lid inwards. The pop means it's a good seal, that inside is a vacuum where nothing unwanted can grow. On the rare occasion when a lid fails, that jar was used up first.
Sealing in a variety of forms is essential for the preservation and longevity of foodstuffs. Foodstuffs that are necessary for the preservation and longevity of life. It's working because we are living longer and are able to eat a diverse smorgasbord of foods from around the globe.
Perhaps it's a sign of wealth, too, this ability to preserve food; to have enough to set aside for the future and to be able to stave off hunger in the seasons where nothing grows.
Only a few days ago I blogged about the incredible value of salt as part of the preservation process.
So, the moment we declare Jesus as Lord, the Lord seals our faith by embossing our souls with His Holy Spirit. This blessed gift identifies us as believers. His presence in our lives will seal us against the contaminating abilities of sin and evil. Although, unlike food, we still have a role to play in how well this works through our choices.
I have to wonder...if I wouldn't drag a chicken leg through the trash before eating it, why is it so hard to treat my own body and soul with such care?
Thank You, Lord, for stirring up an area that needs work. Thank You, as well, for the gift of Your Spirit to guide me into holiness and righteousness. Amen!
"In Him you also trusted, after you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation; in whom, also, having believed, you were sealed with the Holy Spirit of promise." NKJV
"And now you Gentiles have also heard the truth, the Good News that God saves you. And when you believed in Christ, he identified you as his own by giving you the Holy Spirit, whom he promised long ago." JCB
Sealed. In thinking of the number of ways a seal is used in daily life and by applying that knowledge to this passage, I am once again awed by the diverse ways the Lord uses the language of the Bible to connect with us on so many different levels.
For those of us who still use snail mail, an envelope is sealed to prevent the contents from either being read or lost. In the old days, melted wax was applied to the seams of a folded paper so it would be easy to see if the message had been tampered with on its journey to the receiver. Every person of status had their own seal, a design carved into a ring or stamp that was pressed into the soft wax before it hardened thereby identifying the sender.
Later on, a small, hand held press was used to emboss a design directly into the paper. This method is still used today for authenticating official documents.
When I make jam, having a good seal is so important. Without it, the contents would spoil. The seal keeps air and bacteria out. I always use mason jars with a metal ring and a slightly concave lid with rubber around the edges. There's nothing better than hearing those lids pop once the contents have cooled enough to pull the lid inwards. The pop means it's a good seal, that inside is a vacuum where nothing unwanted can grow. On the rare occasion when a lid fails, that jar was used up first.
Sealing in a variety of forms is essential for the preservation and longevity of foodstuffs. Foodstuffs that are necessary for the preservation and longevity of life. It's working because we are living longer and are able to eat a diverse smorgasbord of foods from around the globe.
Perhaps it's a sign of wealth, too, this ability to preserve food; to have enough to set aside for the future and to be able to stave off hunger in the seasons where nothing grows.
Only a few days ago I blogged about the incredible value of salt as part of the preservation process.
So, the moment we declare Jesus as Lord, the Lord seals our faith by embossing our souls with His Holy Spirit. This blessed gift identifies us as believers. His presence in our lives will seal us against the contaminating abilities of sin and evil. Although, unlike food, we still have a role to play in how well this works through our choices.
I have to wonder...if I wouldn't drag a chicken leg through the trash before eating it, why is it so hard to treat my own body and soul with such care?
Thank You, Lord, for stirring up an area that needs work. Thank You, as well, for the gift of Your Spirit to guide me into holiness and righteousness. Amen!
Friday, 20 April 2018
I am Saved. Ephesians 2:8
"For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God." NKJV
"God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can't take credit for this; it is a gift from God." JCB
Saved...one of the most beautiful words in the universe. It is to have someone pull you back onto the sidewalk as a car speeds by, oblivious to pedestrians. It is the monumental efforts of firefighters, EMS paramedics, doctors and nurses who work hard to keep a heart beating. It is to be on the verge of drowning and having a strong hand grab you and pull you to the surface...to breathe the clear air so necessary for our life. I guess a fish would be relieved when we take it off the hook and return it to its watery home!
Funny, that. All my examples have the dynamics of someone else playing a key role. In reflecting on all the stories I've ever come across, it seems that the person who says, "Save yourself!", or abandons the helpful and protecting company of others, is the one who ends up being written out of the story in some form or another. Usually they end up dead.
Pride plays a big part. Disobedience and rebellion also factor in. By the time the obnoxious, imaginary character has reached the end of their role, I usually have developed a strong dislike for them and am relieved they've been written out of the story. There's no hope of redemption for them!
Dare I admit I end up feeling vindicated and righteous because of how their selfish and arrogant choices have been paid back in full? And then some. The silly fool, that character, if only they had cooperated or humbled themselves, they'd still be alive!
How very human of me! And judgemental.
Which has me wondering, if all this is how imaginary tales leaves me feeling, how much of these dark emotions and judgements spill over into real life?
That's a humbling thought.
Which is why I am so incredibly thankful to have the Great Redeemer in my life to pull me out of the dark waters.
Lord, I lift up the times when grace falls by the wayside. Teach me to better share the gifts of community, companionship and encouragement with others. Let me live through the example of my dependence on You in all things. Help me view others as You see them because You were sent to save us all. In Jesus' name I pray. AMEN!
I will be going offline until Tuesday. I wish my readers a wonderful and blessed weekend.
"God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can't take credit for this; it is a gift from God." JCB
Saved...one of the most beautiful words in the universe. It is to have someone pull you back onto the sidewalk as a car speeds by, oblivious to pedestrians. It is the monumental efforts of firefighters, EMS paramedics, doctors and nurses who work hard to keep a heart beating. It is to be on the verge of drowning and having a strong hand grab you and pull you to the surface...to breathe the clear air so necessary for our life. I guess a fish would be relieved when we take it off the hook and return it to its watery home!
Funny, that. All my examples have the dynamics of someone else playing a key role. In reflecting on all the stories I've ever come across, it seems that the person who says, "Save yourself!", or abandons the helpful and protecting company of others, is the one who ends up being written out of the story in some form or another. Usually they end up dead.
Pride plays a big part. Disobedience and rebellion also factor in. By the time the obnoxious, imaginary character has reached the end of their role, I usually have developed a strong dislike for them and am relieved they've been written out of the story. There's no hope of redemption for them!
Dare I admit I end up feeling vindicated and righteous because of how their selfish and arrogant choices have been paid back in full? And then some. The silly fool, that character, if only they had cooperated or humbled themselves, they'd still be alive!
How very human of me! And judgemental.
Which has me wondering, if all this is how imaginary tales leaves me feeling, how much of these dark emotions and judgements spill over into real life?
That's a humbling thought.
Which is why I am so incredibly thankful to have the Great Redeemer in my life to pull me out of the dark waters.
Lord, I lift up the times when grace falls by the wayside. Teach me to better share the gifts of community, companionship and encouragement with others. Let me live through the example of my dependence on You in all things. Help me view others as You see them because You were sent to save us all. In Jesus' name I pray. AMEN!
I will be going offline until Tuesday. I wish my readers a wonderful and blessed weekend.
Wednesday, 18 April 2018
I am Satisfied. Jeremiah 31:14
"I will satiate the soul of the priests with abundance, and My people shall be satisfied with My goodness, says the Lord." NKJV
"The priests will enjoy abundance, and my people will feast on my good gifts. I, the Lord, have spoken!" JCB
Following yesterday's questioning post my friend, H, emailed me. She had delved into a book, Catholicism for Dummies, to try and help her gain a better understanding of sanctification as well. She shared the idea that sanctification is living through God's will for our lives with full co-operation on our part. This would mean accepting the divine grace of unconditional love amongst other things believers are called to be and do. Do and be?
She then added that sanctification is both an attitude and an action.
Being both and one is something I've come to understand is truly of God. Actions shape attitudes, attitudes shape actions. It's a circle encompassing mind, body, heart, soul and spirit.
Sanctification is being satiated with the presence, the goodness of God in all aspects of existence.
It's the gift of having life abundant through the richness of God's presence, granted freely by faith in Jesus Christ.
Even, or should I say, especially when the going gets tough.
Satiated is being filled and being full. Another example where two+One= 1
It's the satisfaction found for those who hunger and thirst for righteousness (Mathew 5:6). It's the satisfaction of obedience. It's the satisfaction of surrendering our lives to a higher purpose and calling.
It's letting go and letting in.
It's discerning and embracing the idea that wisdom and understanding can be found in all walks of faith.
Lord, I am grateful for the inspired, bright yellow books in the "...for Dummies" series. They are seen throughout a book store on almost every non-fiction rack. They were a huge help when I was first diagnosed with PTSD and depression. The clear and simple language enabled me to grasp the fundamentals of what was happening in my mind and body.
Thank You that exploring faith was on their topic list. Christianity for Dummies is on the same shelf.
Thank You for pointing out the typo where I put the Christianity for Dummies on the "shame" shelf!
"The priests will enjoy abundance, and my people will feast on my good gifts. I, the Lord, have spoken!" JCB
Following yesterday's questioning post my friend, H, emailed me. She had delved into a book, Catholicism for Dummies, to try and help her gain a better understanding of sanctification as well. She shared the idea that sanctification is living through God's will for our lives with full co-operation on our part. This would mean accepting the divine grace of unconditional love amongst other things believers are called to be and do. Do and be?
She then added that sanctification is both an attitude and an action.
Being both and one is something I've come to understand is truly of God. Actions shape attitudes, attitudes shape actions. It's a circle encompassing mind, body, heart, soul and spirit.
Sanctification is being satiated with the presence, the goodness of God in all aspects of existence.
It's the gift of having life abundant through the richness of God's presence, granted freely by faith in Jesus Christ.
Even, or should I say, especially when the going gets tough.
Satiated is being filled and being full. Another example where two+One= 1
It's the satisfaction found for those who hunger and thirst for righteousness (Mathew 5:6). It's the satisfaction of obedience. It's the satisfaction of surrendering our lives to a higher purpose and calling.
It's letting go and letting in.
It's discerning and embracing the idea that wisdom and understanding can be found in all walks of faith.
Lord, I am grateful for the inspired, bright yellow books in the "...for Dummies" series. They are seen throughout a book store on almost every non-fiction rack. They were a huge help when I was first diagnosed with PTSD and depression. The clear and simple language enabled me to grasp the fundamentals of what was happening in my mind and body.
Thank You that exploring faith was on their topic list. Christianity for Dummies is on the same shelf.
Thank You for pointing out the typo where I put the Christianity for Dummies on the "shame" shelf!
Tuesday, 17 April 2018
I am Sanctified. 1 Corinthians 6:11
"And such were some of you (unrighteous and full of sinful ways). But you were washed, but you were sanctified, but you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God." NKJV
"Some of you were once like that. But you were cleansed; you were made holy; you were made right with God by calling on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God." JCB
It's a question day today because these ideas are ones I am still trying to understand. So, Lord, with Your help, let me come into the place of knowledge and understanding. Teach my heart the truth so that it will always be with me. In Jesus' name, Amen.
What is it to be made holy, to be sanctified? Is it to be made wholly one with God through His Spirit?
What gets in the way of attaining the full blessings of sanctification, of having been justified? What stops us from resting and residing in the truth of complete, utter and eternal forgiveness?
Layers.
Like the formation of sedimentary rocks under the water. Microscopic silt and dead things fall to the bottom of the sea gradually building up deep layers. The pressure of water and gravity compacts the silt until it becomes rock. Eventually, the layered rocks are heaved up to the surface by the forces of tectonic plates pushing against one another. What once was hidden is now seen: multi-layered, multi-coloured mountains filled with fossils.
Is that one of the stumbling blocks? The fossils of life experiences keep making themselves known?
Why do I think by examining dead things I will find my way to life?
Layers.
Then there's the archaeologists. Sometimes they use dynamite (at least in the old days). Sometimes they use pick and shovel. Sometimes it's a tiny hammer, a trowel and a paintbrush that is used to explore the treasure they are after. Even the removed dirt is put through a screen so as not to miss anything of worth.
Then it's put on display for all the world to see and enjoy.
Or maybe I am getting these ideas confused with the wonderful blessings of being in a relationship with my Lord: the blessings of discovery and knowledge and wisdom. Maybe our relationship works because God honours and encourages the way I think, the way I like to work things through. After all, He made me this way.
But, I realize now, our relationship is only possible because I am already sanctified as His child. Nothing will ever take that away.
"Some of you were once like that. But you were cleansed; you were made holy; you were made right with God by calling on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God." JCB
It's a question day today because these ideas are ones I am still trying to understand. So, Lord, with Your help, let me come into the place of knowledge and understanding. Teach my heart the truth so that it will always be with me. In Jesus' name, Amen.
What is it to be made holy, to be sanctified? Is it to be made wholly one with God through His Spirit?
What gets in the way of attaining the full blessings of sanctification, of having been justified? What stops us from resting and residing in the truth of complete, utter and eternal forgiveness?
Layers.
Like the formation of sedimentary rocks under the water. Microscopic silt and dead things fall to the bottom of the sea gradually building up deep layers. The pressure of water and gravity compacts the silt until it becomes rock. Eventually, the layered rocks are heaved up to the surface by the forces of tectonic plates pushing against one another. What once was hidden is now seen: multi-layered, multi-coloured mountains filled with fossils.
Is that one of the stumbling blocks? The fossils of life experiences keep making themselves known?
Why do I think by examining dead things I will find my way to life?
Layers.
Then there's the archaeologists. Sometimes they use dynamite (at least in the old days). Sometimes they use pick and shovel. Sometimes it's a tiny hammer, a trowel and a paintbrush that is used to explore the treasure they are after. Even the removed dirt is put through a screen so as not to miss anything of worth.
Then it's put on display for all the world to see and enjoy.
Or maybe I am getting these ideas confused with the wonderful blessings of being in a relationship with my Lord: the blessings of discovery and knowledge and wisdom. Maybe our relationship works because God honours and encourages the way I think, the way I like to work things through. After all, He made me this way.
But, I realize now, our relationship is only possible because I am already sanctified as His child. Nothing will ever take that away.
Monday, 16 April 2018
Mathew 5:13
I am the salt of the earth.
"You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men." NKJV
"You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor? Can you make it salty again? It will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless." JCB
The worst of the ice storm missed us. Whew! The ground is white, more with ice pellets than snow. Enough accumulated I might shovel the driveway later. The few spring crocuses in the garden poking their lovely purple heads above the ground might be regretting their choice because it sure looks like winter out there!
Salting the steps might be a good idea, too!
www.seasalt.com goes into a great deal of depth about salt's history, usage and production.
Briefly, it was used in sacrificial offerings or a gift of hospitality. Wars were fought over it. Language incorporated everything surrounding salt and its production much like texting short forms have found their way into daily use today. It's a necessary item for survival in human and animal diets.
Most importantly, salt was a necessary item to preserve food before the dawn of refrigeration. It is still used today throughout the globe for a host of manufacturing processes as well as for preserving food. So much so that it has become a health hazard because we get too much of it in our North American, processed food diets.
This is a passage I haven't done much thinking about. It is one of many Bible phrases that has been incorporated into secular English over time. I've always assumed it simply meant the person being referred to was a "good guy".
But it's far richer than that.
In Jesus' day, being called the salt of the earth would have been the ultimate affirmation of worth because everything revolved around this precious element for life to thrive. His gift of these words also clearly defines what our role as believers is meant to be.
We are to preserve life, all life, as shepherds of both people and planet.
Our faith becomes the seasoning that bears light and hope to all corners of the globe.
Jesus does warn about what might happen if we don't allow ourselves to be "re-seasoned" by continually turning to Him. It's a loving reminder that we are not expected to do all this on our own.
I used one grain of coarser pickling salt for the photo because I'd thought about comparing my life to that of a salt shaker but ended up thinking about a single grain....
Thank You, Lord, for inspiring this wonderfully assuring and humbling image.
"You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men." NKJV
"You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor? Can you make it salty again? It will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless." JCB
The worst of the ice storm missed us. Whew! The ground is white, more with ice pellets than snow. Enough accumulated I might shovel the driveway later. The few spring crocuses in the garden poking their lovely purple heads above the ground might be regretting their choice because it sure looks like winter out there!
Salting the steps might be a good idea, too!
www.seasalt.com goes into a great deal of depth about salt's history, usage and production.
Briefly, it was used in sacrificial offerings or a gift of hospitality. Wars were fought over it. Language incorporated everything surrounding salt and its production much like texting short forms have found their way into daily use today. It's a necessary item for survival in human and animal diets.
Most importantly, salt was a necessary item to preserve food before the dawn of refrigeration. It is still used today throughout the globe for a host of manufacturing processes as well as for preserving food. So much so that it has become a health hazard because we get too much of it in our North American, processed food diets.
This is a passage I haven't done much thinking about. It is one of many Bible phrases that has been incorporated into secular English over time. I've always assumed it simply meant the person being referred to was a "good guy".
But it's far richer than that.
In Jesus' day, being called the salt of the earth would have been the ultimate affirmation of worth because everything revolved around this precious element for life to thrive. His gift of these words also clearly defines what our role as believers is meant to be.
We are to preserve life, all life, as shepherds of both people and planet.
Our faith becomes the seasoning that bears light and hope to all corners of the globe.
Jesus does warn about what might happen if we don't allow ourselves to be "re-seasoned" by continually turning to Him. It's a loving reminder that we are not expected to do all this on our own.I used one grain of coarser pickling salt for the photo because I'd thought about comparing my life to that of a salt shaker but ended up thinking about a single grain....
Thank You, Lord, for inspiring this wonderfully assuring and humbling image.
Sunday, 15 April 2018
I am a Saint of God. Psalm 34:9
"Oh, fear the Lord, you His saints! There is no want to those who fear Him." NKJV
"Fear the Lord, you his godly people, for those who fear him will have all they need." JCB
The ground is covered with snow and ice. A rare event for this late in April. So far, the trees are bare of ice but that could change over the next several hours. Then it's going to rain and rain some more. Church was cancelled today because of the storm. Just in case.
I did a little happy dance in the back yard yesterday which ties in nicely with today's affirmation. The oil reservoir in the generator had filled with water from being submerged by the flood. So after draining the icy slush, filling it back up with oil, a couple, three dozen pulls on the starter cord, and a few sweet words of encouragement, she fired up. Those first few moments of sputtering, snorting, backfiring and blowing blue exhaust were alarming but once warmed up, she purred like a kitten. I let her run for a while to dry everything out.
That's when the dancing kicked in along with a generous helping of relief and gratitude. There was also a bit of prideful delight in the success that helped me kick up my heels even higher!
The new oil had turned cloudy. I assume it's because it had gotten mixed with any water that hadn't been drained or possibly fine silt had contaminated it. Prudence led to draining it and putting in more new oil. It may take a few changes before everything is cleaned out.
Hmmm, is there a metaphor in there that ties into a walk of faith? Yes, and I smile, because it is a bit lame. (Thank You, Lord, for keeping it real! And for the good dose of humility.)
The generator was yet another costly item that survived being submerged. I think the only casualty is my dehumidifier in the basement. It was making some alarming noises so it got shut down. Mind you, it's also eleven years old and has laboured hard the entire time.
I am left feeling incredibly blessed. It's not just because of having the knowledge to do this kind of thing. It's having the painful experiences, the desert season, where I learned them be redeemed by the joy of serving God in everything.
It's having a courage grounded in faith that enables me to try.
Had my attempts failed, the Lord provides and has provided the means to have purchased a new generator. It's why I have one in the first place.
Thank You, Lord, that I will never again know want in all aspects of my life. Amen!
"Fear the Lord, you his godly people, for those who fear him will have all they need." JCB
The ground is covered with snow and ice. A rare event for this late in April. So far, the trees are bare of ice but that could change over the next several hours. Then it's going to rain and rain some more. Church was cancelled today because of the storm. Just in case.
I did a little happy dance in the back yard yesterday which ties in nicely with today's affirmation. The oil reservoir in the generator had filled with water from being submerged by the flood. So after draining the icy slush, filling it back up with oil, a couple, three dozen pulls on the starter cord, and a few sweet words of encouragement, she fired up. Those first few moments of sputtering, snorting, backfiring and blowing blue exhaust were alarming but once warmed up, she purred like a kitten. I let her run for a while to dry everything out.
That's when the dancing kicked in along with a generous helping of relief and gratitude. There was also a bit of prideful delight in the success that helped me kick up my heels even higher!
The new oil had turned cloudy. I assume it's because it had gotten mixed with any water that hadn't been drained or possibly fine silt had contaminated it. Prudence led to draining it and putting in more new oil. It may take a few changes before everything is cleaned out.
Hmmm, is there a metaphor in there that ties into a walk of faith? Yes, and I smile, because it is a bit lame. (Thank You, Lord, for keeping it real! And for the good dose of humility.)
The generator was yet another costly item that survived being submerged. I think the only casualty is my dehumidifier in the basement. It was making some alarming noises so it got shut down. Mind you, it's also eleven years old and has laboured hard the entire time.
I am left feeling incredibly blessed. It's not just because of having the knowledge to do this kind of thing. It's having the painful experiences, the desert season, where I learned them be redeemed by the joy of serving God in everything.
It's having a courage grounded in faith that enables me to try.
Had my attempts failed, the Lord provides and has provided the means to have purchased a new generator. It's why I have one in the first place.
Thank You, Lord, that I will never again know want in all aspects of my life. Amen!
Saturday, 14 April 2018
I am Safe. Psalm 4:8
"I will both lie down in peace and sleep; For You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." NKJV
"In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe." JCB
What a wonderful affirmation to hear this weekend. There's an ice storm on the way. It's one of the most dreaded events of Canadian weather. At least, I dread them. Beautiful and deadly is the best way to describe them. And it is beautiful when every twig, every blade of grass is coated with ice. You just don't want to stand under a tree.
I confess ice storms create about the same, high level of anxiety tornado warnings or even violent thunderstorms create. Sometimes the little girl in me who was afraid of storms makes herself known. I lift this fear up to You, Lord, so that I may rest securely in Your safety.
It's not that I'll simply do nothing, now. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
Fill the water jugs.
Thankfully, the pull handle on my generator has finally thawed and is moving after being submerged and frozen by the flood. After blogging, I'll take it into the shed and do an oil change then make sure it starts...just in case the power goes out later today or tomorrow.
Lord, I am going to claim this affirmation, that You will keep me safe, that if the power goes out in the night, You will wake me. That way I can hook up my sump pump to the generator. Otherwise, it will be another basement flood!
There's something else I need to lift to You. I don't make decisions easily at the best of times and there's a big decision on my plate about replacing the furnace. I got quotes earlier this week for both oil and propane fired furnaces. The propane guy went on about the massive savings I'd have by switching from heating oil yet, the investigations I've made aren't in line with what he is saying. The $50 a year savings I calculated as opposed to the $700 figure he gave me would be swallowed by renting propane tanks...Right. Thanks. I will talk with my neighbours who made the switch to propane last fall to see if they found any benefit.
The good news is, regardless of choice, I will be able to change how the furnace exhaust is vented. That means the chimney can come down!! I'll gain much needed floor space in the washroom. Yay!
Lord, I am so thankful to have You in my life: my Guide, my Companion, my Peace, and Encourager. Teach me to be unafraid of real storms and the storms that toss my mind all over the place. In Jesus' name I pray. AMEN!
"In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe." JCB
What a wonderful affirmation to hear this weekend. There's an ice storm on the way. It's one of the most dreaded events of Canadian weather. At least, I dread them. Beautiful and deadly is the best way to describe them. And it is beautiful when every twig, every blade of grass is coated with ice. You just don't want to stand under a tree.
I confess ice storms create about the same, high level of anxiety tornado warnings or even violent thunderstorms create. Sometimes the little girl in me who was afraid of storms makes herself known. I lift this fear up to You, Lord, so that I may rest securely in Your safety.
It's not that I'll simply do nothing, now. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared.
Fill the water jugs.
Thankfully, the pull handle on my generator has finally thawed and is moving after being submerged and frozen by the flood. After blogging, I'll take it into the shed and do an oil change then make sure it starts...just in case the power goes out later today or tomorrow.
Lord, I am going to claim this affirmation, that You will keep me safe, that if the power goes out in the night, You will wake me. That way I can hook up my sump pump to the generator. Otherwise, it will be another basement flood!
There's something else I need to lift to You. I don't make decisions easily at the best of times and there's a big decision on my plate about replacing the furnace. I got quotes earlier this week for both oil and propane fired furnaces. The propane guy went on about the massive savings I'd have by switching from heating oil yet, the investigations I've made aren't in line with what he is saying. The $50 a year savings I calculated as opposed to the $700 figure he gave me would be swallowed by renting propane tanks...Right. Thanks. I will talk with my neighbours who made the switch to propane last fall to see if they found any benefit.
The good news is, regardless of choice, I will be able to change how the furnace exhaust is vented. That means the chimney can come down!! I'll gain much needed floor space in the washroom. Yay!
Lord, I am so thankful to have You in my life: my Guide, my Companion, my Peace, and Encourager. Teach me to be unafraid of real storms and the storms that toss my mind all over the place. In Jesus' name I pray. AMEN!
Friday, 13 April 2018
1 Peter 2:9
I am a royal priesthood.
"But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light." NKJV
"But you are not like that (stumbling because of not obeying God's word), for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God's very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light." JCB
"God's beloved" explained in four different ways: chosen, royal, holy and special. No, make that five: redeemed. Wait...six: called. Then seven and eight: rescued or saved. Which adds up to the sum total of being forgiven. Which then multiplies by a thousand the ongoing ways of being reborn or renewed.
Maybe I need to throw in a couple of decimal points about the idea of serving or service to others.
There's also a couple of x's available for anyone who wants to add their own contribution to this equation. Or maybe a y or two if that's preferable. Mystery numbers for sure!
I have to smile. This is what happens with trying to fit God into a formula. It explodes under the countless ways He reveals Himself to each of us. This is also an opportunity to celebrate the unique ways times infinity each of us finds to connect with Him.
Thank You, Lord, that math has never been my strong point.
"But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light." NKJV
"But you are not like that (stumbling because of not obeying God's word), for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God's very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light." JCB
"God's beloved" explained in four different ways: chosen, royal, holy and special. No, make that five: redeemed. Wait...six: called. Then seven and eight: rescued or saved. Which adds up to the sum total of being forgiven. Which then multiplies by a thousand the ongoing ways of being reborn or renewed.
Maybe I need to throw in a couple of decimal points about the idea of serving or service to others.
There's also a couple of x's available for anyone who wants to add their own contribution to this equation. Or maybe a y or two if that's preferable. Mystery numbers for sure!
I have to smile. This is what happens with trying to fit God into a formula. It explodes under the countless ways He reveals Himself to each of us. This is also an opportunity to celebrate the unique ways times infinity each of us finds to connect with Him.
Thank You, Lord, that math has never been my strong point.
Wednesday, 11 April 2018
Grounding
"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you." Mathew 7:7
I am stepping away from the affirmation list today because there's a lot happening. Also, in the small hours of the night, my brain was going gangbusters so I am a bit fuzzy this morning due to lack of sleep. It always helps to debrief and organize.
My water pump shrugged off its mortal coils yesterday so it's been a bit of a scramble to find someone who is able to come out today to replace it. Without the pump, I've no running water. Thankfully jugs of drinking water are a key part of emergency preparedness supplies.
It took several calls and chasing down referrals. Not many plumbers do well pumps so my search had to change to contractors who work with wells. I guess that's the seeking. Lord, I pray he will do right by me.
After sending a picture of the broken pump to him, he affirmed my knowledge that it is an "old pump, a very old pump". It was probably installed in the 70's so it doesn't owe anyone anything. I think it's simply a coincidence that it has quit shortly after the Great Flood. It's not the only thing that's been showing its age so it's good there are plans to do some much needed renovations.
Yesterday, I had a furnace contractor come by to give me a quote for replacing the furnace. It's step one in the process. He gave me a couple of ideas to think about in regards to oil vs. propane heating. Because I live in the country, natural gas is not available. After this, it might be worth doing some more research.
A call came in. Someone is coming over from my oil company to check things out...
So they just came. I'll get a price later.
The good news from both contractors is I will be able to change how the furnace vents regardless if I choose oil or propane. Instead of using the chimney, it can be vented out the side of the house. Cause for celebration because that means the chimney in the centre of the house can come down! That will give much needed floor space in the bathroom. A worthwhile mess to make.
So, this is why my brain has been racing. Daydreams of renos. Deciding what steps to do first. Reality needs. A change in routine...and thinking about what to make for lunch at work tomorrow!
Multi-tasking is not my strong point. Sometimes it's hard being single.
Thank You, Lord that You will sustain me, that everything will work out fine. Thank You that I have more than sufficient means to deal with this latest expense. Thank You that I have You in my life so even if I am single, I am never alone. AMEN!
I am stepping away from the affirmation list today because there's a lot happening. Also, in the small hours of the night, my brain was going gangbusters so I am a bit fuzzy this morning due to lack of sleep. It always helps to debrief and organize.
My water pump shrugged off its mortal coils yesterday so it's been a bit of a scramble to find someone who is able to come out today to replace it. Without the pump, I've no running water. Thankfully jugs of drinking water are a key part of emergency preparedness supplies.
It took several calls and chasing down referrals. Not many plumbers do well pumps so my search had to change to contractors who work with wells. I guess that's the seeking. Lord, I pray he will do right by me.
After sending a picture of the broken pump to him, he affirmed my knowledge that it is an "old pump, a very old pump". It was probably installed in the 70's so it doesn't owe anyone anything. I think it's simply a coincidence that it has quit shortly after the Great Flood. It's not the only thing that's been showing its age so it's good there are plans to do some much needed renovations.
Yesterday, I had a furnace contractor come by to give me a quote for replacing the furnace. It's step one in the process. He gave me a couple of ideas to think about in regards to oil vs. propane heating. Because I live in the country, natural gas is not available. After this, it might be worth doing some more research.
A call came in. Someone is coming over from my oil company to check things out...
So they just came. I'll get a price later.
The good news from both contractors is I will be able to change how the furnace vents regardless if I choose oil or propane. Instead of using the chimney, it can be vented out the side of the house. Cause for celebration because that means the chimney in the centre of the house can come down! That will give much needed floor space in the bathroom. A worthwhile mess to make.
So, this is why my brain has been racing. Daydreams of renos. Deciding what steps to do first. Reality needs. A change in routine...and thinking about what to make for lunch at work tomorrow!
Multi-tasking is not my strong point. Sometimes it's hard being single.
Thank You, Lord that You will sustain me, that everything will work out fine. Thank You that I have more than sufficient means to deal with this latest expense. Thank You that I have You in my life so even if I am single, I am never alone. AMEN!
Tuesday, 10 April 2018
I am Royalty. Romans 5:17, 8:17
"For if by the one man's offense death reigned through the one, much more those who receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness will reign in life through the One, Jesus Christ...And if children, then heirs--heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ." NKJV
"For the sin of one man, Adam, caused death to rule over many. But even greater is God's wonderful grace and his gift of righteousness, for all who receive it will live in triumph over sin and death through this one man, Jesus Christ...And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God's glory." JCB
A queen whose crown is the light of Love's salvation, whose sceptre of wisdom is studded with the precious jewels of repentance, forgiveness and grace, whose throne is the floor at the feet of Jesus. A queen wearing shimmering robes of redemption that protect against the bitter cold of fear and shame. A queen whose domain stretches as far as the heart can see, whose treasury is filled with gratitude and mercy.
There was a long pause as I wrestled with my ideas about pride, as I wrestled with disbelief, as I wrestled with doubt about putting forth such a radical viewpoint about my identity. It's so much easier to recognize where there's room for improvement, to allow the "not good enoughs" room to rampage over any shred of confidence. Most of all, Heaven forbid I come across as arrogant by tooting my own horn.
And there he is. My greatest foe: the Crusher-of-all-things-good. He's a life sucker, a hope killer, a truth vampire.
You know what? Get thee behind me, satan.
I am God's child, His queen, His princess, His delight. Right now. In this very moment.
Victory was proclaimed with the words of Jesus, "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit." Luke 23:46
"For the sin of one man, Adam, caused death to rule over many. But even greater is God's wonderful grace and his gift of righteousness, for all who receive it will live in triumph over sin and death through this one man, Jesus Christ...And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God's glory." JCB
A queen whose crown is the light of Love's salvation, whose sceptre of wisdom is studded with the precious jewels of repentance, forgiveness and grace, whose throne is the floor at the feet of Jesus. A queen wearing shimmering robes of redemption that protect against the bitter cold of fear and shame. A queen whose domain stretches as far as the heart can see, whose treasury is filled with gratitude and mercy.
There was a long pause as I wrestled with my ideas about pride, as I wrestled with disbelief, as I wrestled with doubt about putting forth such a radical viewpoint about my identity. It's so much easier to recognize where there's room for improvement, to allow the "not good enoughs" room to rampage over any shred of confidence. Most of all, Heaven forbid I come across as arrogant by tooting my own horn.
And there he is. My greatest foe: the Crusher-of-all-things-good. He's a life sucker, a hope killer, a truth vampire.
You know what? Get thee behind me, satan.
I am God's child, His queen, His princess, His delight. Right now. In this very moment.
Victory was proclaimed with the words of Jesus, "Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit." Luke 23:46
Monday, 9 April 2018
Colossians 2:6-7
I am rooted and built up in Him.
"As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving." NKJV
"And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow him. Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thanksgiving." JCB
I've been back playing the piano again after a long break. Making a joyful noise is a great stress buster for me. Composing note poems, a delightful term heard again yesterday at the Oakville Symphony that beautifully defines my small ventures into this creative process, which is helping to shake off the darkness stress can create.
Surprisingly, stress and the associated negativity has a sound track. Sombre minor chords, discords, and rapid fire pulses of music builds tension but at the same time, releases it from my thoughts and emotions.
I've questioned my method, wondering if it is the "right" way to go about it, knowing long ago music theory lessons are dust covered and half forgotten. Thankfully the Lord has set me free to do it my own way, the right way for me.
I follow the melody by playing what has been set down over and over and over again until the next step reveals itself. That next step might even mean taking a break for a day or two. That has taken some getting used to, the idea of rest being as important as doing.
It's the same thing with creative writing and doing the blog. I follow the story hinted at by inspiration, gradually "drawing" a picture by reading what's written over and over and over again, tweaking the language as I go.
Rarely do I know how a "story" will end except that it will end well as joy replaces sorrow, as peace replaces stress, as insight replaces questions.
The seed of an idea fills me with a deep hunger and desire to see it grow musically, visually or through words. Then I embark on an adventure with no idea where it will lead every single time I sit in front of the piano or laptop or drafting table.
Maybe that's why I get such joy from blogging besides being grounded in the Lord each day. I have been given God's Word, a storehouse of seeds, to set me on an adventure leading to the awesome discovery of unexplored lands I've never seen before, or dreamt even existed!
Maybe this adventurous soul of mine is only free to explore because I know the Lord is with me. He doesn't mind a few wrong notes either!
Thank You, Lord, for creating erasers, delete buttons, white-out, and paper shredders. Thank You for the gift of unconditional forgiveness. Thank You for teaching me there's no shame in having to start all over again.
"As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving." NKJV
"And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow him. Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thanksgiving." JCB
I've been back playing the piano again after a long break. Making a joyful noise is a great stress buster for me. Composing note poems, a delightful term heard again yesterday at the Oakville Symphony that beautifully defines my small ventures into this creative process, which is helping to shake off the darkness stress can create.
Surprisingly, stress and the associated negativity has a sound track. Sombre minor chords, discords, and rapid fire pulses of music builds tension but at the same time, releases it from my thoughts and emotions.
I've questioned my method, wondering if it is the "right" way to go about it, knowing long ago music theory lessons are dust covered and half forgotten. Thankfully the Lord has set me free to do it my own way, the right way for me.
I follow the melody by playing what has been set down over and over and over again until the next step reveals itself. That next step might even mean taking a break for a day or two. That has taken some getting used to, the idea of rest being as important as doing.
It's the same thing with creative writing and doing the blog. I follow the story hinted at by inspiration, gradually "drawing" a picture by reading what's written over and over and over again, tweaking the language as I go.
Rarely do I know how a "story" will end except that it will end well as joy replaces sorrow, as peace replaces stress, as insight replaces questions.
The seed of an idea fills me with a deep hunger and desire to see it grow musically, visually or through words. Then I embark on an adventure with no idea where it will lead every single time I sit in front of the piano or laptop or drafting table.
Maybe that's why I get such joy from blogging besides being grounded in the Lord each day. I have been given God's Word, a storehouse of seeds, to set me on an adventure leading to the awesome discovery of unexplored lands I've never seen before, or dreamt even existed!
Maybe this adventurous soul of mine is only free to explore because I know the Lord is with me. He doesn't mind a few wrong notes either!
Thank You, Lord, for creating erasers, delete buttons, white-out, and paper shredders. Thank You for the gift of unconditional forgiveness. Thank You for teaching me there's no shame in having to start all over again.
Saturday, 7 April 2018
I am righteous. Ephesians 4:24
"And that you put on the new man which was created according to God, in true righteousness and holiness." NKJV
"Put on your new nature, created to be like God--truly righteous and holy." JCB
I've checked out a couple of sites defining what righteous/righteousness is. Good ole Websters and a couple of Christian sites have left me a bit confused. Maybe the definition is within the word itself...Hmmm...Bear with me as I plod through...
Righteous: made right before God by God come to earth...by believing His Son, Jesus, is Lord. It's a done deal. The rest is found in a journey of relationship with Him.
Righteousness, to be sinless. Jesus took our sin with Him to the cross so that we may come before God, justified (just-as-if-I'd never sinned) and forgiven. We become the "new man" through the shedding of the world's motives, ideas, and lies.
We are completely and utterly forgiven the moment we ask. Except sin, or the influence of evil, plays a pervasive, on-going, destructive role as long as we live on earth. Evil has one purpose: to keep us apart from God. It's for our benefit to acknowledge the strongholds of sin in our lives because if we don't know what is wrong, we will never understand what is right (righteous?) and pure and holy. We will never know freedom from the chains that bind us.
It's not something we need to figure out on our own. Following Christ's resurrection, the Holy Spirit was given to all who would believe Jesus is Lord. The Holy Spirit is God indwelling, guiding, leading, encouraging us.
The last few days, I've been reminded of Jiminy Cricket from the story of Pinocchio whenever I ponder upon the Holy Spirit. I was reluctant to share this idea because, well, it seems a bit lighthearted. And I smile. If it takes a Disney animated movie for me to grasp an idea, God will use it!
Jiminy, a cricket companion, was appointed as the puppet's conscience, his guide in helping him make the right choices so that Pinocchio could gain his heart's desire: to become a real boy. Not that Pinocchio always listened. Perhaps it's because inside his wooden body he was already part way to being human! So he strayed, ignoring the wise advice of his conscience. After falling to temptation a few times, he eventually ended up laying down his life to save Geppetto, his toymaker/father. Only then was he made anew into a real boy who lived and breathed.
Out of laying down a life came life.
Maybe that's what righteousness is all about.
Righteous. Being made right so that I can live with full confidence as the woman God planned me to be. Being made right so I can lay down this life and live according to His desires.
I have to add, God has never forced me to do anything. And I have to confess that many times I've followed His lead with a great deal of reluctance.
I am glad I did, though, because everything ended up being just right.
"Put on your new nature, created to be like God--truly righteous and holy." JCB
I've checked out a couple of sites defining what righteous/righteousness is. Good ole Websters and a couple of Christian sites have left me a bit confused. Maybe the definition is within the word itself...Hmmm...Bear with me as I plod through...
Righteous: made right before God by God come to earth...by believing His Son, Jesus, is Lord. It's a done deal. The rest is found in a journey of relationship with Him.
Righteousness, to be sinless. Jesus took our sin with Him to the cross so that we may come before God, justified (just-as-if-I'd never sinned) and forgiven. We become the "new man" through the shedding of the world's motives, ideas, and lies.
We are completely and utterly forgiven the moment we ask. Except sin, or the influence of evil, plays a pervasive, on-going, destructive role as long as we live on earth. Evil has one purpose: to keep us apart from God. It's for our benefit to acknowledge the strongholds of sin in our lives because if we don't know what is wrong, we will never understand what is right (righteous?) and pure and holy. We will never know freedom from the chains that bind us.
It's not something we need to figure out on our own. Following Christ's resurrection, the Holy Spirit was given to all who would believe Jesus is Lord. The Holy Spirit is God indwelling, guiding, leading, encouraging us.
The last few days, I've been reminded of Jiminy Cricket from the story of Pinocchio whenever I ponder upon the Holy Spirit. I was reluctant to share this idea because, well, it seems a bit lighthearted. And I smile. If it takes a Disney animated movie for me to grasp an idea, God will use it!
Jiminy, a cricket companion, was appointed as the puppet's conscience, his guide in helping him make the right choices so that Pinocchio could gain his heart's desire: to become a real boy. Not that Pinocchio always listened. Perhaps it's because inside his wooden body he was already part way to being human! So he strayed, ignoring the wise advice of his conscience. After falling to temptation a few times, he eventually ended up laying down his life to save Geppetto, his toymaker/father. Only then was he made anew into a real boy who lived and breathed.
Out of laying down a life came life.
Maybe that's what righteousness is all about.
Righteous. Being made right so that I can live with full confidence as the woman God planned me to be. Being made right so I can lay down this life and live according to His desires.
I have to add, God has never forced me to do anything. And I have to confess that many times I've followed His lead with a great deal of reluctance.
I am glad I did, though, because everything ended up being just right.
Friday, 6 April 2018
I am Rich. 2 Corinthians 8:9
"For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that you through His poverty might become rich." NKJV
"You know the generous grace of our Lord Jesus Christ. Though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that by his poverty he could make you rich." JCB
Jesus is God come to earth in mortal form. I had to think this morning about how our Lord, having known immortality, might find the limitations of mortality as part of being poor. Then, for our sakes, He endured every single bad thing a person could ever experience in His time on earth. Even so, He ended his mortal life with a final, earth shaking, devil chasing, penultimate expression of love by allowing himself to be pinned to the Cross.
That act bestowed upon all humanity a divine inheritance.
I am rich because of it. Richer than I could ever have imagined because the wealth born of faith, of journeying with Jesus, pervades every aspect of my life.
It's astounding how "free" can buy so much.
"You know the generous grace of our Lord Jesus Christ. Though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, so that by his poverty he could make you rich." JCB
Jesus is God come to earth in mortal form. I had to think this morning about how our Lord, having known immortality, might find the limitations of mortality as part of being poor. Then, for our sakes, He endured every single bad thing a person could ever experience in His time on earth. Even so, He ended his mortal life with a final, earth shaking, devil chasing, penultimate expression of love by allowing himself to be pinned to the Cross.
That act bestowed upon all humanity a divine inheritance.
I am rich because of it. Richer than I could ever have imagined because the wealth born of faith, of journeying with Jesus, pervades every aspect of my life.
It's astounding how "free" can buy so much.
Wednesday, 4 April 2018
Affirmation #235 Isaiah 49:4
"Then I said, "I have laboured in vain, I have spent my strength for nothing and in vain; Yet surely my just reward is with the Lord, and my work with my God."" NKJV
"I replied, "But my work seems so useless! I have spent my strength for nothing and to no purpose. Yet I leave it all in the Lord's hand; I will trust God for my reward." JCB
Since the dawn of time, rewards have become a facet of human existence. The best providers got their choice of partner. It's been a marker of bloodlines and status: heirs to the throne and all that. The Olympics rewarded physical prowess. The Coliseum and Greek army: living to fight another day. (Although that's a questionable reward for sure!)
Greek society also saw the emergence of a middle class for the first time in human history. Businesses were rewarded through industry and excellence or shady practices (that's still happening). Schools honour the smart, the talented. I am baffled how some people become powerful politicians when it seems they are the worst person for the job. It must be a reward for being charismatic. :)
If memory serves, there's an old recruitment poster for the American Marines or maybe it's the Army that has the tag line, "Be the best you can be!"
The stark reality reveals depression and anxiety are increasing at a staggering rate in North America. The pursuit of big job, big money, big house, big car is the great seducer of the soul. It's an often unattainable idol that is accompanied by even bigger debt, the breaking apart of the family unit, and a disconnect from community. The reality is, most of us are living hand to mouth with not enough to pay the bills. The need for community food banks is growing at a shocking rate. The dream becomes a thorn in our sides.
Labouring in vain as Isaiah calls it. I lived there for a long time, vainly labouring in an existence devoid of life.
It must be hard for the Lord to watch us make such a mess of things in this good world He created. But then, He knew we would so He set down His plans to redeem us a long, long time ago.
There is one of the most un-secret secrets of all time waiting within the pages of the Bible. Translated into hundreds of languages, it's a message for all people that starts with the wonderful invitation, "God blesses those who are poor (in spirit) and realize their need for Him, for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs." Mathew 5:3, the first of the Beatitudes.
God is not always going to give us what we want but He will give us what we need. He will fill our lives with a thousand fold better things than anything we could desire. Humility, gratitude, provision, peace, grace, healing, joy, comfort, strength, rest, and companionship to name just a few of God's blessings....all the good things vain labours have worked so hard to steal from us.
"I replied, "But my work seems so useless! I have spent my strength for nothing and to no purpose. Yet I leave it all in the Lord's hand; I will trust God for my reward." JCB
Since the dawn of time, rewards have become a facet of human existence. The best providers got their choice of partner. It's been a marker of bloodlines and status: heirs to the throne and all that. The Olympics rewarded physical prowess. The Coliseum and Greek army: living to fight another day. (Although that's a questionable reward for sure!)
Greek society also saw the emergence of a middle class for the first time in human history. Businesses were rewarded through industry and excellence or shady practices (that's still happening). Schools honour the smart, the talented. I am baffled how some people become powerful politicians when it seems they are the worst person for the job. It must be a reward for being charismatic. :)
If memory serves, there's an old recruitment poster for the American Marines or maybe it's the Army that has the tag line, "Be the best you can be!"
The stark reality reveals depression and anxiety are increasing at a staggering rate in North America. The pursuit of big job, big money, big house, big car is the great seducer of the soul. It's an often unattainable idol that is accompanied by even bigger debt, the breaking apart of the family unit, and a disconnect from community. The reality is, most of us are living hand to mouth with not enough to pay the bills. The need for community food banks is growing at a shocking rate. The dream becomes a thorn in our sides.
Labouring in vain as Isaiah calls it. I lived there for a long time, vainly labouring in an existence devoid of life.
It must be hard for the Lord to watch us make such a mess of things in this good world He created. But then, He knew we would so He set down His plans to redeem us a long, long time ago.
There is one of the most un-secret secrets of all time waiting within the pages of the Bible. Translated into hundreds of languages, it's a message for all people that starts with the wonderful invitation, "God blesses those who are poor (in spirit) and realize their need for Him, for the Kingdom of Heaven is theirs." Mathew 5:3, the first of the Beatitudes.
God is not always going to give us what we want but He will give us what we need. He will fill our lives with a thousand fold better things than anything we could desire. Humility, gratitude, provision, peace, grace, healing, joy, comfort, strength, rest, and companionship to name just a few of God's blessings....all the good things vain labours have worked so hard to steal from us.
Tuesday, 3 April 2018
I Have Rest Provided. Mathew 11:28-30
"Come to Me, all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and My burden is light." NKJV
"Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light." JCB
A yoke is a shaped wood piece that fits over the necks of a pair of oxen that is then attached to whatever they are pulling like a plow or cart. It also serves to keep the two animals parallel to each other so they don't end up going in opposite directions. Animals are usually partnered with another of similar size and pace so that one doesn't end up doing most of the work. The yoke enables an even, efficient distribution and use of cow power.
And thanks to Google and this image from the Watchtower online library, I just realized a yoke is something used by people, too!
I had always understood this particular passage as a metaphor for being paired with Jesus in a yoke built for two; that He was there helping me bear the load of life. In seeing this image of the woman, I am struck by the thought that a yoke used this way parallels the cross beam of the Cross where Jesus lay down His life for us. It leaves me humbled that the Lord took such weight upon Himself.
Using a yoke enables a person to carry a tremendous amount of stuff with greater ease. Far more than carrying a bucket or an armful of something would ever amount to. Twice the work in half the amount of time is probably why some production manager started using a piece of wood this way. It took a smart soul to realize if it was shaped to nestle over the neck and wrapped in cloth, it would be far less painful for the bearer.
Maybe that's part of it, too. Sometimes we don't know the weight we bear. Burdens have a way of weighing down our shoulders even when they are invisible.
Yet, Jesus says His burden is light. I imagine the two water jugs this woman is carrying splitting into shards. Blinding beams of golden white light stream out from the cracks and holes. A fanciful visual that allows me to imagine what the Lord does and has done with my burdens.
Thank You, Lord, for providing metaphors with such rich and diverse meaning behind them.
Thank You as well, Lord, that You have raised me up to being far more than a beast of burden.
Thank You most of all that in You, I have found rest.
"Then Jesus said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light." JCBAnd thanks to Google and this image from the Watchtower online library, I just realized a yoke is something used by people, too!
I had always understood this particular passage as a metaphor for being paired with Jesus in a yoke built for two; that He was there helping me bear the load of life. In seeing this image of the woman, I am struck by the thought that a yoke used this way parallels the cross beam of the Cross where Jesus lay down His life for us. It leaves me humbled that the Lord took such weight upon Himself.
Using a yoke enables a person to carry a tremendous amount of stuff with greater ease. Far more than carrying a bucket or an armful of something would ever amount to. Twice the work in half the amount of time is probably why some production manager started using a piece of wood this way. It took a smart soul to realize if it was shaped to nestle over the neck and wrapped in cloth, it would be far less painful for the bearer.
Maybe that's part of it, too. Sometimes we don't know the weight we bear. Burdens have a way of weighing down our shoulders even when they are invisible.
Yet, Jesus says His burden is light. I imagine the two water jugs this woman is carrying splitting into shards. Blinding beams of golden white light stream out from the cracks and holes. A fanciful visual that allows me to imagine what the Lord does and has done with my burdens.
Thank You, Lord, for providing metaphors with such rich and diverse meaning behind them.
Thank You as well, Lord, that You have raised me up to being far more than a beast of burden.
Thank You most of all that in You, I have found rest.
Monday, 2 April 2018
I am Rescued. Colossians 1:13
"Giving thanks to the Father who has qualified us to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in the light." NKJV
"Always thanking the Father. He has enabled you to share in the inheritance that belongs to his people, who live in the light." JCB
A few weeks ago, the worship team leader at church asked if I would write something for Easter Sunday's service. It ties in nicely with today's affirmation so it will be shared it in a moment.
It's an honour to be able to make a contribution, to live according to God's calling for my life (to be a writer among many things). It offers the opportunity to "spend" some of my unlimited inheritance from God; to share the wealth of imagination, creativity, and the greatest gift of being able to dwell in the moment, in the now...Hmmm...
A rather strange thought crossed my mind...The flashbacks associated with PTSD are the same thing...being transported into a memory, usually a traumatic one, that is so powerful it makes the actual world vanish. Remembered sights, smells, sounds and the body re-feeling the experience drown reality out.
This is the first time I ever thought there would be something to redeem my hijacking, terrible foe. Or that I would ever consider flashbacks as being a gift! Yet, isn't that what the enemy of our souls does? Uses God's gifts for his own nefarious purposes?
The more I explore, more paradoxes reveal themselves. Each one adds another layer of healing.
It was also awesome hearing what was written read in a man's voice. His superb interpretation transported everyone who listened to the scene by the wall.
John 5
Some days I’d feel sorry for myself when hunger or thirst raged through
this boney ole body. Who am I kidding? I always felt sorry for myself when I would
see children playing games that I was never able to play because of legs that
were worse than useless...that’s hardest of all. I often wondered why I was
made that way; with legs that never worked the way they should.
It was easy to make a few coins when I was child. For some reason it’s crippled
children that bring out the best in people.
Some folks were cruel, telling me I’d faked it so I wouldn’t have to work. Hah! If I was going to fake anything, I’d have loved to fake walking! The cruellest ones would toss a coin just out of my reach then watch me wallow through the dust to reach it, laughing the whole time!
I was beaten so often I lost count. They called me a vagrant. I thought
vagrancy was being able to move around! I would have loved to have been a vagrant
and have left my hellish home, this dust choked place by the wall and my mat on
the ground.
The
hours passed watching people come and go, busy with the business of getting by
or getting rich. It was amusing watching some fat, sweaty, merchant struggle
with a camel refusing to move! Don’t get me started about overloaded
donkeys...the stories I could tell you!
There is a magical healing pool just over there, Bethesda it’s called. I
saw miracles happen but there was nobody to help me into the waters so I did
what I did every day, lie there wishing and feeling sorry for myself as miracle
after miracle fresh from the healing waters passed me by.
One
day, a Man came up to me from out of nowhere. He asked me if I’d like to get
well. I thought it was some sick joke unless He was going to put me in the
healing waters. I thought it was a sick joke until He told me, “Stand up, pick
up your mat and walk!”
I felt life coursing through my legs with every beat of my heart. I felt
muscles grow and ripple beneath my skin. The pain vanished. I knelt, rolled up
my mat then stood. Me! I stood! Up! And walked!!
Later, the man found me in the Temple. It was the first time I’d ever been there in my entire life! He told me He was Jesus, the Jesus I’d heard so much about! He told me to stop sinning or something even worse may happen...
I realized at that moment that it hadn’t been only my legs that were crippled. My heart was too.
You know what I do now? I tell anyone who will listen what Jesus did. I
help the crippled and the lame just like He did. I buy food for them. I bring
water to the thirsty. If it means I go without that’s okay. Feeling sorry for
myself was left in the dust by the wall.
I still laugh at fat merchants and their camels because it’s funny.
But let me tell you about one donkey in particular and what happened
afterwards to the Man who healed me...
"Always thanking the Father. He has enabled you to share in the inheritance that belongs to his people, who live in the light." JCB
A few weeks ago, the worship team leader at church asked if I would write something for Easter Sunday's service. It ties in nicely with today's affirmation so it will be shared it in a moment.
It's an honour to be able to make a contribution, to live according to God's calling for my life (to be a writer among many things). It offers the opportunity to "spend" some of my unlimited inheritance from God; to share the wealth of imagination, creativity, and the greatest gift of being able to dwell in the moment, in the now...Hmmm...
A rather strange thought crossed my mind...The flashbacks associated with PTSD are the same thing...being transported into a memory, usually a traumatic one, that is so powerful it makes the actual world vanish. Remembered sights, smells, sounds and the body re-feeling the experience drown reality out.
This is the first time I ever thought there would be something to redeem my hijacking, terrible foe. Or that I would ever consider flashbacks as being a gift! Yet, isn't that what the enemy of our souls does? Uses God's gifts for his own nefarious purposes?
The more I explore, more paradoxes reveal themselves. Each one adds another layer of healing.
It was also awesome hearing what was written read in a man's voice. His superb interpretation transported everyone who listened to the scene by the wall.
John 5
I laid in this spot by the Sheep Gate day and night for thirty eight miserable
years. Shuffling feet and countless animals passing by only a few inches from
my face stirred up a lot of dust. Being on the ground means I swallowed a lot
of that filthy dust. It was in my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I got used
to the sand in my eyes and being thirsty all the time. There wasn’t much
choice. I couldn’t up and get water but relied on the generosity of strangers
to share a mouthful once in a while although few did. They were afraid being
crippled is something they might catch.
Some folks were cruel, telling me I’d faked it so I wouldn’t have to work. Hah! If I was going to fake anything, I’d have loved to fake walking! The cruellest ones would toss a coin just out of my reach then watch me wallow through the dust to reach it, laughing the whole time!
Later, the man found me in the Temple. It was the first time I’d ever been there in my entire life! He told me He was Jesus, the Jesus I’d heard so much about! He told me to stop sinning or something even worse may happen...
I realized at that moment that it hadn’t been only my legs that were crippled. My heart was too.
I still laugh at fat merchants and their camels because it’s funny.
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