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Phil. 2:15-16 MSG

“Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this squalid and polluted society.
Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night.”
Phil. 2:15-16 MSG

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Fly Away Home

There are moments in our lives when we slow down and live like we are to live.  Moments when we breathe deep to just know we are breathing.  When we realize the fragility of our days being numbered, of our lives being but a mere breath, a blinking of an eye.  Because when the ones we love dearly are so close to grasping the hand that formed them, we soak in every moment knowing any moment will be their very last.

There we all gathered, soaking in, breathing deep, bending over to gently move her snow white hair, to hold her frail hand, to pour our love out to the sweet soul readying for Home.  Because deep in us we know it is time.

There she lay in her earthly tent longing to be clothed in her heavenly dwelling.  She was all tucked in under the warm green blanket.  One after another leaning in close, tears flowing into the crisp sheets, every one pressing hard into a God who faithfully bottles every tear.  And there it was, just hanging above her bedside, catching my eye over and over...

A picture of a monarch butterfly, all in its beauty, all just a moment from taking flight.

Isn't it true of the lot of us Christ-followers?  We are tethered here to this ground as we daily transform to the likeness of Christ.  We are bound and wrapped by the in and out of what we call life and living: days we feel our burdens pressing tight against our hearts that long to fly free; days when we feel all but trapped in constant pushing and pulling of hardship and trial;  days when our beauty feels too hidden, too far away from anything worthy of glory; days when we feel we hang by so little, that we may break down, and in the breaking down, maybe break through...


Then, one day our day comes.  That sacred moment we break forth our wings and prepare to fly away.  We make it there to the moment we have pressed on toward and just like that...

 We fly away Home.

To find peace in knowing that our wings take flight high above any hardship, any pain, any suffering, any thing this world has to offer. 

We fly to the One calling, now being able to reflect all the glory of Him. 




"Well, this is part of life I guess..."

The old Farmer he holds on tight, strong and sure, and eyes glazed.  His mama sure did raise good ones.  Then he whispers God-words right into my ear...

"I love you... always."

Yes. He loves us. Always.  

And it is through these times of deep sorrow that we need that Truth to ring loud and clear.  Those are the words that will help us find our wings. Those are the words that will lead us Home.


"We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at Home with the Lord."
2 Corinthians 5:8




"I'll fly away, oh glory, I'll fly away
When I die, hallelujah by and by, I'll fly away
Some bright morning when this life is over, I'll fly away
To a land on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away
When the shadows of this life have grown, I'll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls, I'll fly away
Oh how glad and happy when we meet, I'll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet, I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away
To a land where joy will never end, I'll fly away."

"I'll Fly Away"

Monday, February 23, 2015

Held

As we bowed our heads to join in prayer, he paused and asked the church to hold hands. As we prayed, my boy's 8 year old hands barely gripped mine.  And I noticed.  There was a time when his hand clung to mine to find security, reassurance and comfort.  But these hands were growing and changing and didn't seem to need to lean so hard into mama anymore.  I gripped his hand tighter hoping to let him feel how much his mama loves him, to reassure him that I will always be here to hold his hand and join him to pray. His hand didn't grip back but simply let me hold on.  

I thought of a picture that I saw a few days prior of one strong hand holding the frail hand of a grandmother who is fragile and worn from a life lived 89 years. 

Hands that have held generations full of children; hands that have closed in prayer as a faithful servant; hands that have stirred, kneaded, measured and baked day after day; hands that have carefully mended the tattered and torn; hands that have wrung to wash and make new again; hands that have poured - water, gravy, seeds - emptied themselves to give to others; hands that in time have gently laid crossed on the small frame of her lap; hands that hold a lifetime of stories and that are now reaching Home.



I couldn't help but wonder if my sweet boy would one day, in my own frailty, grip my hand.  He is growing, changing and as he works his way through this life, his grip will surely let go and cling again.  But more importantly, I was reminded of our Heavenly Father's grip on our hands.

We cling so tightly to Him when we are desperate and needing His comfort; when we are unsure, unsteady and wanting His guidance; when our faith is as it should be and child-like.  But how often do we loosen our grip, maybe even let go, when we try to do it on our own, in our own strength and by our own way. Yet through it all He holds tight to us.

He never lets us go.

A mama holding so tight, pouring all her love into her child that she prays is attentive enough to receive it...

A loved one holding so tight to a life that is nearing Home, praying hard for strength to let go while holding on to every moment that is left...

This is our God.

He pours His heart out to us, lavishes us with His goodness and grace, never holding back and always drawing us toward Himself.  So that in this life we may know that we are held.

In times of living with plenty and times of want,
In times our hearts are filled with joy and the times we fill with sorrow,
In times we are fully aware of His presence and times we are fully feeling alone,
In times we praise and times we plead,
In times we see clear the way and times we need The Way,

He will never let go.

May we have faith to never let go of His faithful hand. May we cling tight to the Giver of Life - life eternal, death-conquering.  May we know fully that every moment the Truth is that we are held. May we use these hands we've been graciously given to graciously give Christ to others in the time we have.  May we lift our hands high to praise the One who will securely carry us Home when our time is near.


"You hold me by my right hand.  You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory... My heart and my flesh may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever." 
Psalm 73;23-24, 26



Wednesday, February 11, 2015

There Is A Gray


If social media had a brick and mortar building, I’m fairly certain most Christians could be found outside of it with their pickets in hand shouting “There is no gray!”  Every other headline seems to read some insinuation of that.  With good intentions Christians make their stand against a film that currently has everyone talking.  I’ve never read the book, I’ve never seen the trailer for the film, but I’ve seen enough to get the idea of what “50 Shades of Grey” is about. 

And I may stand as one but I am here to tell you church: You are going about “the grey” the wrong way. 

Let me be clear:  There is a gray.

Sex by God’s design is black and white, there is right and there is wrong.  But sex in our culture has the most shades of gray ever to exist.  By turning a blind eye and chanting “no gray,” you are simply taking a stand on a podium high and lofty above every other sinner and casting judgment in a place that isn’t yours to take.  It isn’t something new to anyone that God doesn’t promote pornography or abuse and it isn’t new to anyone that Christians would be the first to make their stand against such things. 

But church, please hear my plea: you are missing the hearts behind the hurt. 


“But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.  At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them.  The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought a woman caught in adultery.  They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery.  In the Law of Moses commanded us to stone such women.  Now what do you say?”  They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.  When they kept questioning him, he straightened up and said to them.  “If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.”  Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground. 

 
At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there.  Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”

“No one, sir,” she said.

“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared.  “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

John 8:1-11



There is a gray area and the church is casting stones when we should be extending grace.  And this is about so much more than a movie.  These shades of gray that have been labeled as “soft porn” and “accepted abuse” are found everywhere in a culture that has grown complacent and acceptant of sin.  Did you watch the Super Bowl?  The Grammy’s? Even if you sat down for evening television, you’ve witnessed all that which you are casting stones for.  All the gray you speak against is right before your eyes, in primetime television, in the latest song, on nearly every shelf of every movie-store.  God created us to live perfectly, intimately with one another as man and woman and also with Himself.  But, in the garden we fell and with that fall came the gray area.  We are all sinners, in desperate need of grace.  Jesus didn’t come to condemn the world, but to save the world.  Jesus didn’t come to condemn your sin, he came to pull you right up out of the pit of it and to save your life from it (Psalm 40:1-2).  As a church, as the body of Christ, as His followers, we need to get bold enough to face this shaded gray area for what it is.  We need to find the courage to be honest about what it is and get out of it.  We need to find courage to admit to one another that we have struggled too,

   that pornography had once had a grip,
   that lust had pulled us away from our true love,
   that we had given ourselves away in desperation, 

   that we have taken advantage

   or that we have allowed ourselves to be taken advantage of...

wherever we once were.  Because we all have in some way fallen short of the pure intimacy we were created for.  It’s time the church gets humble and bows low before the God who rescued them.  It’s time we are no longer quick to forget just how far we have been carried by arms that stretched across Calvary.  If we are going to be bold enough to throw a stone, why not be bolder and set down the stones so we can reach out a hand to help rescue the bleeding and broken hearts from the sin that they know.  To say

   I’ve been there,
   I understand,

   You were made for so much more,
   You have not done too much or gone too far,

   You’re not alone and I will help you find your way.

We serve this Amazing Creator who is able to create all things new.  Even our sex lives, even our passions, even our deepest longings and desires.  And while others turn away, labeling those living in the gray as dirty, unclean and unworthy, our Savior extends His grace.  Our Savior walks right into the gray and says “I see you, I know you, I love you and we’re getting you out of here.”  He let the adulteress walk away un-stoned with the command to leave her life of sin.  She was drug in a sinner, full of shame and disgrace, expecting to be cast off and she walked away as a woman whose brokenness was seen, whose heart was desired, who was forgiven and set free. 


 

Let us not be quick to forget that those stuck in the gray are in desperate need of Saving Grace.  They are there for a reason – searching, longing for their hearts to be seen, sought after and desired.  May we find the courage to help lead them out of it, not condemn them for being in it.  The church is full of those who have once lived in the gray, who still struggle to find freedom from the gray, as well as those who have found victory over the darkness and it’s time we humbly stand and reach out our hands. 


The Truth about sex is black and white, it is a gift to be shared with one.  Intimacy with God requires that we have no other gods before him.  Intimacy with our spouse is just the same – there should be no-one and no-thing else involved.  It is a sacred gift to give ourselves in love and in passion.  Society is wrought with other ways, all lies that pull us apart instead of bringing us together and we must not settle for it.  When the enemy has a foothold on what is sacred in ourselves, our lives become formed around guilt and shame.  When the enemy has a foothold on the bedroom of marriage the whole family suffers, because it is in the intimate moment of oneness that unity is strengthened.   The truth is black and white, there is no in between, it is clear: intimacy is a gift to be protected, valued, honored, and respected.  It is to be shared with one: to be given and to be received, freely and openly, without reserve.  Anything clouded, any shade otherwise, is settling for less-than when there is an offer for more.  Because His love is free, His bounty is endless and through Him all things are possible.


We need to turn away from media and turn back into our bedrooms, back into God’s holy union.  We need to search God’s Word to relearn intimacy as we were created for it.   We need to stop turning to our circle of friends with our frustrations and start turning toward one another in forgiveness.  We need to stop hiding our fears and our failures and start looking to the one we share this life for encouragement and new mercy.  And loved one, we need to start extending the same forgiveness that we were given by Christ, because this life and our lovers faults are not about us at all, he or she deserves respect – no matter what.  We need to stop carrying the weight of our past into the bedroom and work out our faith to leave the baggage at the cross.  We need to start getting on our knees, side by side, before God and asking for restoration.  We need to start believing in a God who is more than Able to bring full healing, full restoration and full redemption to all that was once lost and broken in our lives: spiritually, emotionally and physically.  Because sex is more than physical, it is spiritual and emotional and requires our full presence and a full God.  We need to get brave and responsible and teach our kids about Godly sex and stop letting the world parent our greatest blessings.  We need to teach this generation to live with genuine Christian conviction, to stand strong and to bow low.  To not only recognize the sin, to not only call out the sin, but to be even braver and reach out to the sinner.


Church, we need to get this gray thing right, lives depend on it.  Jesus came to bring us life to the full in every way (John 10:10).  If we are true followers of Jesus, we will live to bring life as well.  Stop chanting “no gray”, because the gray is very real, there are hearts and souls living there who need the light of Jesus in us to guide them out.  Be the light, reach the sinner, and humble yourselves to recognize your own sins and work out your own faith with conviction (Phil. 2:12-13).  May we be a people who lays down our stones, who lavishes grace and who walks away from our lives of sin.   May we recognize the lost, the hurting, and the searching and guide them to Rescue. 

 

Lord, may your Truth prevail as the enemy wages war on something so treasured.  I refuse to conform to the patterns of this world and to accept anything less than the beauty you created within my heart and my body.  Illuminate your Word that I may know clearly how you designed intimacy to be shared.  May I look to you to renew my deepest longings, my passions, and my desires.  You are the Author of miracles and of all things new, restore me Lord in the sacred places, that I may share this gift with one.  Help me to lay down the wounds of my past at the foot of the cross, knowing your love covers it all, that I may love freely, deeply, and without restraint.  Thank you for this gift that burns like a blazing fire, like a mighty flame.  Amen.

 

“Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure…” 
Hebrews 13:4
 
 
 “But I tell you anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already
committed adultery with her in his heart.” 
Matthew 5:28
 
“Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted. 
The troubles of my heart have multiplied; free me from my anguish. 
Look upon my affliction and my distress and take away all my sins.” 
Psalm 25:16-18
 
“If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. 
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us
our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” 
1 John 1:8-9