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Monday, December 7, 2020
I know that it's hard for us to connect with the idea of God.
I've been around the church for over thirty years now, and there are still days when the decibel of what I hear and the tragedy of what I see, can nearly overshadow what I've held to as belief for a long, long time.
Yet, Christmas season is one of the times that most folks, will at least consider the work of God as something that could be a reality.
What if alongside all the usual things we associated with Christmas...
Mary and Joseph...
we took a look at the motivation
of the whole event in a different way.
What if it were at least in part,
God, breaking into our lives.
In other words, he was so driven,
So earnestly desiring a better relationship with us,
So hungry for our touch,
So eager to bring healing,
So willing to be known,
So wanting to be understood,
So wishing to bring hope,
joy and contentment and...
(add here, anything that your soul needs)
That he decided the very best way to achieve that, was not to wait to be invited,
And so he peeled back the veil of time and space,
bridged the chasm between our humanity and his divinity,
wrapped himself in flesh, a baby's skin no less,
and joined us in our journey.
Wouldn't that be something worth thinking about?
“Though he was God,
he did not think of equality with God
as something to cling to.
7 Instead, he gave up his divine privileges;
he took the humble position of a slave
and was born as a human being.
When he appeared in human form,
8 he humbled himself in obedience to God
and died a criminal’s death on a cross.”
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
to see his face,
Monday, October 5, 2020
There was a day when our youngest grand-daughter came to my wife and expressed her heart in the form of a request. She was maybe 4 years old at the time...
The house was busy with conversation but her demeanor quiet. She pulled her Grandma's ear close to her tiny mouth, and said with a sigh, "I wanna be a policeman...but I'm gonna need a little help."
Help. Assistance. A "leg up".
We often struggle with these words.
It is the revelation of dependency.
The need to lean on another, or many others.
In relationship, to a friend.
Or a community.
I believe that commitment to standing alone doesn't make us stronger, it just makes us into islands that no one visits, and maybe what I've heard is true... "Hell is a place where you don't need any help."
I wish we could live our lives like there is someone coming down the ramp at the airport whom we haven't seen for too long....And they come bearing joy on their faces...while we stand waiting for them with a bouquet of roses in our arms, because we are gifts to each other.
Saturday, September 26, 2020
He does it through distortion..
Hoping that we will be captured by what we believe
we do not have and cannot live without.
As in, his own son.
A costly grace.
And if fully received...he does not draw attention to what is missing,
but points to all that we already have...even what we can let go of and still be free.
It will seem like enough... at first.
We will engage in things we used to walk away from.
We will be envious of things we used to be free from.
And then we will be stuck in a place we never expected to arrive at.
And we will feel so alone there.
The Son fills.
He makes whole.
He is joy, in spite of...
He is contentment.
Wanna see what the Father looks like? Look at his Son.
Wanna know the way to the Father....follow him.
Wanna know what truth sounds like...listen to him.
Wanna know what grace looks like....watch him.
I know it sounds too simple...but to quench the hunger of our unmet longings....He is all that we need.
Monday, August 24, 2020
So...in the places in your mind where hope rests,
where beautiful scars are just now finding strength to speak...
Who is the Christ that you see?
Are his hands dirty, dry and rough,
like someone who had spent a great amount of time at a carpenter's bench.
Is his hair coiffed and perfect...
Or is it matted and tangled from sleeping in a field,
Or amidst an orchard of fig trees.
Is the tunic he wears bright and shiny white...
or is it stained, with sweat, tears...or just the sediment of the day.
Are his sandals weathered...
Does his face show the pain of contemplation, empathy and compassion...
Do his eyes see into yours...
with a gaze that somehow brings peace AND challenge...
While a forgiveness that you feel deep in your gut;
rises to your heart...
And your eyes well; your mouth curves into a smile,
finally unsullied by regret that hung on you like
cobwebs until...HE SPOKE FREEDOM INTO YOU.
I don't care who it is that you see when you hear the name,
He would be someone you don't just revere, or hold in awe.
(Though He is deserving of that also)
But my prayer,
Is that He would be someone you can see yourself run to...
without fear, or hesitation
or need to prepare yourself, fix your make-up,
adjust your attire.
Because He couldn't care less about the shell of who you are
HE JUST WANTS YOUR HEART TO MEET HIS AND THEN LIVE THERE...