Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Good Ole Days...



So.... I made it through the big 20 year class reunion.  Seems odd to think that it was that long ago. 

Even more strange to me was how I can so vividly remember the voices, the laughs, the looks, all of it.  It was like in so many ways we didn't miss a beat.

You see, I graduated from a class of 17.  One of whom has passed to be with our savior.  In a class this small, everyone was a friend.  We were close and didn't have cliques too much.  It was great!  Most of the class made it back and we spent 2 evenings together. 

As I was listening to my good friend Bobbi talk, I caught myself laughing at how she hadn't seemed to change at all.  She was still the Bobbi that I remembered. 

Then it struck me that is much like how God see's us....  You see, each of us at that class reunion had a story.  Each of us has walked through struggle and trials and bad times.  Yet, when we reunite, that stuff didnt matter.  We were friends and cared for one another.  The others was just yucky details that didn't matter.  The laughter and mannerisms and faces and smiles were the same. 

And someday, we'll all be togetherin heaven.  And God will rejoice and celebrate with us.  And whatever we walked through in our time on Earth, God will still not only recognize us, but Love us.  When we laugh, it will bring a smile to his face.  I can imagine him chuckling and saying "Oh that Jen, she always was a talkative one."  (REMEMBER HE CREATED ME THAT WAY:-))  The good will overcme the times when we let him down.  And, unlike our Earthly human selves, he will have wiped away that past and see us as pure and holy.  WOW!!!! 

So, as I sit here tonight and reflect on the "good ole days", I'm reminded that one day, I'll get to do the same with God.  Reflect on how his plan worked out so perfectly in my life.  How he designed it to be just as it is.  How he loves to hear me laugh and rejoices in how I am created... 

Thank you God, for loving me, inspite of me.  Humble me and draw me closer to you so that yours may be the laughter that I hear! 

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Thy Kingdom Come...

I came across this today in some reading I was doing and had to share it with each of you.  I LOVE it!  I'm not sure that as I pray the Lords Prayer with my kids each night that I had ever considred it from this angle... 

The kingdom of God is in you.... WOW - powerful!  And the view of confession....  you gotta read it!  Puts into words what I've felt for so long...   I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! 

Thy Kingdom Come - Why repentance is always good news.

Mark Buchanan
The movie The Soloist tells the story of the friendship between Nathaniel Ayers, a homeless man with an undiagnosed mental illness, and Steven Lopez, an LA Times columnist. In one scene Steven spends the night on the streets with Nathaniel. Rats scurry around them on the street as people weep, laugh, brawl, jabber, stagger, and embrace. They curl up in sleeping bags, huddle in stairwells, hunker down over meals. Meanwhile, Nathaniel recites the Lord's Prayer. His voice floats over the street's madness and tenderness, its beauty and squalor. "Thy kingdom come," Nathaniel says, and a woman screams at a man, flails her fists at his chest. "Thy will be done," he says, and two men share a cigarette. "On earth as it is in heaven," as a church group hands out boxed meals.

We're left to ponder—is Nathaniel asking for the kingdom to come to these streets, or is he announcing that the kingdom is already present? Wheat growing beside tares, pearls buried in stony fields, glory hidden in clay jars?

Jesus said to the questioning Pharisees that "The kingdom of God is within you," but they never managed to see it. Jesus, King of kings, stood before them, the kingdom was among them, and they nailed it to a cross.

To see the kingdom, to open your heart and eyes to it, you must repent. Jesus' inaugural address was exactly that. "The time has come," he said. "The kingdom of God is near. Repent and believe the good news."

Repentance is not a popular idea anymore. That's a loss, because Jesus connects repentance with both his kingdom and his gospel. At the church where I pastor, we talk a lot about both—the kingdom and the gospel. And so we've learned to talk often about repentance as well. It is, after all, the narrow door into the big kingdom.

But I don't take the old fire-and-brimstone approach, scowling, thundering, finger-waving. I doubt Jesus struck that pose. Jesus' message is not, "Repent, because hell looms close." His message is, "Repent, because the kingdom is near." There's a world of difference between the two. In Jesus' hands repentance is an invitation, not a threat. It's a promise, not a curse. It's good news, not bad. Repentance often involves sorrow. But it's sorrow that quickly turns to gladness because repentance is the gift of starting fresh. It's the doorway into life abundant, life anew, and life eternal. Repentance means that what I've done and who I am no longer need define me. My past is not my destiny, if I so choose.

So almost weekly, I ask people to repent. I ask them to change their minds, which is literally what repentance means. I invite them to see things God's way. To align themselves, stem to stern, with God's purposes. Initially that alignment is violent and dramatic, a 180-degree turn. But thereafter it's mostly course corrections; 15 degrees here, five degrees there.

But every turn, by whatever degree, is good news. Every turn moves us closer to where we want to be.

I'm thinking of Muriel. Muriel's childhood crippled her emotionally. She began visits to the hospital's psychiatric ward when she was in her teens. By her late forties, she'd seen dozens of counselors, therapists, and psychiatrists. She was on a cocktail of anti-this and anti-that medications so potent it could have subdued a blue whale. She had logged no fewer than 61 rounds of electric shock therapy. But nothing really helped.

The problem was what others had done to her: cruel things, malicious things, godless things. Did she need to repent? Hardly. They did. But they wouldn't.

One day she walked into the office of a new therapist. Muriel was cynical. She had low expectations. The therapist heard her story, and simply asked a question: "How would your life have been different if someone had come alongside you when you were 14 and showed you your strengths instead of telling you that you were sick?"

"In all those years," she said, "I'd never considered that. And then I saw it: I wasn't stuck in my life as I knew it. My life could be otherwise. I decided there and then to live it otherwise. I changed my mind about who I was, which allowed me to change everything almost instantly."

In a word, she repented. You should see her now. In a phrase, Thy kingdom has come.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Make me a car...


Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian.

Not any more than standing in a garage makes you a car


I came across this in a recent e-mail "Joke".   It really struck me.  I've been on a kick lately that we need to BE the church, not just go to church.  Our everyday should reach out and love people, like Jesus did.  They should be able to laugh and interact and talk to us and have us listen and "know we are Christian by our LOVE" 

Why is that so hard for us as humans?  Why do we make it so complicated.  Just to love and care and listen to one another. 

Today at the office one of my favorite lovers was in.  No, I'm not talking about Tom, but he was there too.  This is a guy who just loves on people.  Anyway, he simply put his hands on a gals shoulder who was in and said, how are you...  She talked a bit and then said... "Thanks for caring, it's just what I needed today."  Amazing, just someone to show he cared and touch her and to listen...  We can ALL do that, yet many times we find ourselves pre-occuped. 

So, for today, I'm chosing to be a car.  Not a person in the garage pretending to be a car.  I'm going to be what Christ calls me to be.... Full of love and authentic and caring. 

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Early in the Morning my songs shall rise to thee...


Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.   Mark 1:35


This is what I wake up to in the morning.  One day last week I woke at about 5:30 and looked out the bedroom doors.  This is a habit that I have grown to love.  Waking early and taking in the sunrise.  (I'd love to tell you all I stay up, but..... )  Anyway, this particular morning it was amazing, so I had to drag out my camera and take a photo.  They are going to be putting streets in behind our house and we won't have open field anymore.  I'm hopeful we'll still have a clear shot to the sunrises, but I guess time will tell.  Until then, I'm going to enjoy everyone I can!  I wake up, look out, smile, and spend great prayer time looking out the door at the wonderful beauty he has created.  Can't think of a better way to start my day!

One morning last week, I had been dreaming and woke up to a great sunset and the strong need to open my bible.  I made my way to the basement (it was going to rain and that is covered!)  and watched the sun rise and the clouds roll in.  As I got to the passage, this is what I found.... 

This mystery is that through the gospel the Gentiles are heirs together with Israel, members together of one body, and sharers together in the promise in Christ Jesus. - Eph 3:6

I'm still working through why that verse, but I LOVE it that God leads us to where he wants us to be.  I also LOVE that we have the promise of eternity in Christ, as Gentiles!  Woo-Hoo! 

So, for tonight, I invite you to join in awe of the beauty of this photo and his sunrises (and sunsets!) and to stand in awe of the God we serve.