Monthly Archives: November 2011
Father, You are my great Provider. You love to give good things to Your children. You have blessed me with every good thing. Sometimes Your blessings have been answers to my prayers; A lovely wife, kids who love You, a home for my family. The very best gifts from You are the ones I wasn’t wise enough to ask You for – things at the time, I didn’t even know that I needed; Grace, Mercy, Salvation. While I was still a sinner, Christ died for me.
You provide my daily needs, may I not take them for granted. I bless You, Provider, for daily food to sustain me and clothes to warm me. I bless You, Healer, for bringing me and those I love through times of sickness and pain. I bless You, Mighty One, for giving us Your strength and power as we work for the sake of Your gospel. I bless You, Creator, for the beauty You show us in a sunset and in a starry sky. I bless You, Deliverer, for saving me from the death blow of my enemies. I bless You, Prince of Peace, for making a way that I may enter Your presence free from the wrath I deserve. I bless You, Friend of sinners, for Your intimate fellowship that brings me such joy and satisfaction.
And in case I haven’t said it before, I want to thank you for the suffering and hardship You have, in Your wisdom, allowed in my life. Though I am not yet the completed work You have designed, You are shaping me with these trials. If it were not for the trials, I would not have experienced Your Spirit teaching me endurance which builds and shapes my character. And You have shaped that character that my hope would be fixed on Jesus alone. As You say in Your Word;
Romans5:3-5 3 We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. 4 And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation. 5 And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.
Thank You, Lord, that You have restored friendships that I had broken with harsh words or disagreements. Thank You that Your ways are better than mine. Thank You for Your forgiveness which has allowed me to forgive others who may have wronged me. Thank You for not allowing my sins to devour me and destroy my life. By Your forgiveness You have rescued me.
Your love, oh Lord, reached out to me when I was completely helpless to save myself. I give You thanks. Even now I am completely powerless to do anything outside of Christ living in me. In Christ, I can do all things. Outside of Christ, I can do nothing of any value. Thank You for Jesus, Who is the Christ, Your Son; and YOU ARE ALIVE!
You alone are God. You alone deserve to be God. You dwell in light unapproachable, yet You welcome me in as a child coming home. Bless Your Name!
I sorted through my drawers this weekend (something my wife has been after me to do for some time.) I needed to get rid of some shirts, that at this time in their life, would make better rags. This was a task long overdue, Melanie would agree.
As I sorted through and threw rag/shirts over into the toss pile I wondered what had taken me so long. I have a tendency to wear shirts down to nothing – especially undershirts. Working my way to the bottom of the drawer I discovered an ancient artifact – handkerchiefs.
What were these square clothes – much to thin to make a good rag? I don’t know why I even have them in my drawer. I don’t remember buying them. One was blue with a KC logo. Okay that one was promotional item. Two others were folded in a triangle – I remember wearing those under my bicycle helmet to catch sweat. Four were the straight up white variety (much whiter than my undershirts due to the lack of use.)
I recall my dad and grandpa always having one of these in their back pocket. On the farm it was handy in the field, when no tissues were nearby. And the dust and dirt blowing up in your face always made a handkerchief necessary. Just a kid in those days, I remember having a handkerchief of my own when I joined dad in the hayfield.
Why don’t I carry them around now? Well, I work in an office. Dirt seldom blows up into my face. My biggest nuisance is the occasional headache from the florescent lights or the sore shoulders and back from hunching over my computer. Even if I needed a handkerchief, I wouldn’t have room for one. Like a lot of us, my back pocket is occupied by my cell phone.
Handkerchiefs now seem to be something of nostalgia and not just of a life on the farm where one was needed to relieve the sinuses of dust. Remember how Carey Grant or Jimmy Stewart used to offer the lady their handkerchief when she would cry? Who does that anymore? Handkerchiefs came in very handy to the beau sharing a moment onscreen with his emotional gal. “Don’t cry, shopgirl.”
Romans 12:15-16 says; 15 Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep. 16 Live in harmony with each other. Don’t be too proud to enjoy the company of ordinary people. And don’t think you know it all!
This is all a part of sharing life together. We are made in the image of a relational God and we are to be relational! And not just carnal relationship, but heavenly relationships – sharing life as brothers and sisters in Christ.
Galatians is one of my favorite books in the NT, especially chapter 6. And in that chapter, Paul instructs us to;
2 Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. 3 If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.
I’m not saying that we should all go back to the days of carrying around a handkerchief, or that we should give up our cell phones in our back pockets and return to the days of blowing our noses into linens. What I am saying is that, as the opportunity presents itself, we should be obedient to Christ and submit ourselves to one another. We should speak truth and encouragement to one another and when the moment calls for it we should just shut up and be a shoulder to lean on. There isn’t an app for that.
I see in my kids a reflection of myself. We are caught in a paradox seeded in the blueprint of humanity. An inner desire to be in relational conflicts with a passionate drive to be right. For my kids, this comes out in epic sibling battles.
My kids love each other, and depend on that sibling relationship for encouragement. Through their friendships with one another they gain an understanding of the world of High School and Middle School. They share in common the burdens and blessings of being a child whose Dad is a Pastor of Worship. They rely on each other to endure the German stubbornness and sometimes quick temper of their dad.
But, while they see their need for a sibling relationship, they are torn with a drive to be right. Now, I don’t mean to say that they look for the right answer. No, not at all. They deeply desire to prove that the thoughts and opinions they start with are the right ones. Scripture teaches that none of us, by nature, are right. None of us, by nature, are even good.
not even one.
11 No one is truly wise;
no one is seeking God.
all have become useless.
No one does good,
not a single one.”
13 “Their talk is foul, like the stench from an open grave.
Their tongues are filled with lies.”
“Snake venom drips from their lips.”
14 “Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.”
15 “They rush to commit murder.
16 Destruction and misery always follow them.
17 They don’t know where to find peace.”
18 “They have no fear of God at all.”
We were made to live in intimate relationship with our Creator. Because of our sin nature it is impossible for us to have this Father/son/daughter relationship with God here in this life or in eternity. This sin nature is our inheritance (Thanks grandpa Adam and grandma Eve). We have also inherited the penalty, which is death.
That sounds so harsh. “But, I’m a nice person.” “I do more good stuff than bad.” “I help the poor. I go to church.”
Let me ask you a question. Where did you ever get the idea that God has a scale and weighs your good things against the bad? That’s not how it works. If the imagery of a scale helps your understanding of the judgement, then you should think of it like this. If you were born standing one the side of the scale and you needed to throw your good deeds to the other side of the scale, you would not be strong enough to throw them that far. No matter how good your deed is, your arm isn’t strong enough. It’s not about how good your deeds are. It’s about you not being able to reach the other side of the scale with them.
Jesus came and poured out His righteousness for us. He substituted Himself for us on the cross. He died in our place. Because we were helpless to do anything, He did it all. Every ounce of our salvation is the work of Jesus. You can’t do good enough works to earn it and you can’t do enough good works to prove it. Try as you might, you can’t even live up to the laws we’ve been given.
Made in the image of God to live in intimate relationship with God under the righteousness of God. That relationship was broken by Adam who passed on to us an inheritance of unrighteousness. This unrighteousness first inherited then fully embraced by our own sinfulness. Jesus came to cleanse us from Adams stain and forgive our sins. His work on the cross did it ALL!
I recently saw this tweet – “Supplementing God’s grace with your works is like supplementing the Arctic Circle with your ice chip. You Are You Kidding?” – Scotty Ward Smith via twitter.