Showing posts with label Lent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lent. Show all posts

Psalm 22


This is the season of Lent.
Of groaning and mourning.
Of death.
"But God"
Oh, the joy that those two words bring!
But God being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us,
Made us alive and saved us by grace.
Christ did not consider equality with God something to be grasped,
but took the form of a servant and dying on the cross.
He was forsaken so that we can be accepted.
Rejected so that we can be taken in.
Denied by the Father so we can become sons of God.

And so we mourn.
We mourn the human death of the God-man,
We mourn the wretchedness of our sin that required such a sacrifice.

We mourn, and yet we rejoice
For Immanuel is not far off
And we worship in the congregation.
We worship because he proclaimed righteousness to those yet unborn,
to we who were chosen before the creation of the world.

The Answer


How long has it been?
How many years of the laying of hands and slitting throats
tossing blood against the altar
the firstfruit and the firstborn
Burnt, grain, peace, sin, guilt- were there more?
How many bulls, sheep, goats, turtledoves, pigeons
Lambs, innocent and whole, without blemish
Broken, and bleeding.
One was never enough.

How long has it been?
Forty-four days, years, decades
What an unlucky number!
Forty-four days of death and dying
No: more than that.
Forty-four days of realizing we were already dead
How many broken cisterns, failed attempts, and dirty rags?
They were never enough.

We demanded a king, a conqueror
One who would break the bow of bronze,
Hear our cries, and tear the yokes from our backs
A great tempest tearing rocks from the mountain
or the shaking of the ground and consuming tongues of fire
We stood at the mouth of the cave and waited.  Days.  Years.  Centuries.
But the LORD was not in the wind, not in the quake, not in the flame.
Not on a horse, but on a donkey
with a whisper.

Father, forgive them.

Living Theology


In the past around Christmas and Easter I start talking a lot about theology.  Instead, this Holy Week, I've been talking a lot about, well, me.  Or rather, how I've been applying theology to my life.  My life is so incredibly broken, and there is so much that becomes applicable.

In Christian circles, or at least in my Christian circles, there is a lot of talk about "preaching the Gospel" to yourself or "living cross-centered lives."  I'd imagine that many, like me, have heard these phrases but have not actually read the books.  We Christians like our phrases.  Organic.  Missional.  Kingdom-living.  Cross-centeredness.  But what do these phrases mean?  How is it that we apply theology to our lives?

I co-led a Bible study once.  Something my co-leader would always say is, "What does this look like?"  Someone would answer, "Well, it means we always have to remember the cross."  Then he would counter, "Well, what does remembering the cross look like?  What does it look like, really?"  That question was something that always struck me.  After leaving the group, I expanded on his question with my new Christian friends: "What does this look like on Tuesday morning?  Thursday afternoon?  What does it look like, really?"

If the Bible is God-breathed and useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in all righteousness, if it is a double-edged sword piercing through flesh and marrow, if it is living and active- if it is any of these things, then we should be able to point at our lives and think about how the Bible speaks to that area of our life.  Conversely, we should be able to point to the Bible and think about how we can apply that verse in our lives.

Tomorrow is Good Friday.  What does it mean?  And what does it mean to make the cross a daily reality for us, not just this week, but next month?

Frustration of Purpose


The TS saga continues.  I spent more time on the phone today.  I was put on hold five times within the same conversation.  I love how the "you're on hold" music is so cheery and joyful, almost like it's mocking my misery.  At this point, it doesn't look like I will be able to get an appointment.  It looks like I'll have to take my finals without any TS medication.  Now, TS medication isn't medically necessary.  Physically, I can't be harmed by TS symptoms, unless I tic violently at the top of a flight of stairs or something.  But tics are obnoxious.  Imagine going through life having no control over your physical body.  Your head jerks around, you get whiplash, you scream every so often.  It's no fun.

After I got off the phone with my neurologist's receptionist, I was very angry and frustrated.  Why did my old medication suddenly decide to give me major side effects now?  Why can't I get an appointment?  Why can't they call me back when they say they'll call me back?  Why am I being put on hold five times in the same conversation?  Why?  Why?  Why?

Then I realized it's all God's fault.  If he wanted my medication to work without giving me major side effects, I wouldn't get the side effects.  If he wanted me to get an appointment, I would get an appointment.  If he wanted me to be healthy, I wouldn't have TS.

My internal dialogue went something like this:
Seriously, God?
So you really want me to go through finals without having medication, huh?
But don't you know I need to do well on my finals?
Don't you know that if I don't do well, I won't have the finances to continue in law school?
Wasn't it your idea for me to go to law school?
I thought this was my "calling."
What if I fail at my calling?  What am I supposed to do then, huh?
Why are you against me?  Why are you frustrating my purpose?

I'm not sure why I landed on the thought of "frustration of purpose."  It sounds like something that would be in the Bible, maybe in the Psalms, or maybe when Paul was trying to get into Asia but couldn't.  Or maybe I thought of it because my contracts reading last night was titled "frustration of purpose."

Maybe God really is frustrating my purposes.  I thought about it, and then I kind of laughed at myself.  God frustrating me?  If I stepped back, if I didn't think about TS and finals and being put on hold- if I just thought about it for a second, it's rather laughable.  Me, a speck on this earth, pointing up at God, "You're frustrating me!  I have plans, you know, and you're ruining them!  How dare you!"

Somehow God hasn't struck me down with lightning yet.

Again, I'm reminded of holy week.  It's weird, how I keep having to remind myself.  So forgetful.  So silly.  One minute, I can praise God and thank him for the cross, and the next minute I'm telling God that he's frustrating my plans.

And He hasn't struck me down with lightning yet.

Isn't that amazing?  The grace, the love, the longsuffering, and the patience?  I think God sometimes looks at me and *facepalms*, yet he continues to love me.  That's what the cross is about.  It's about me failing time and time again.  It's about how I couldn't have pleased God even if I wanted to or tried.  But more importantly, it's not about me at all.

It's about the purposes of God, and how I can never, ever frustrate them.

edit: Awesomely enough, I finally was able to get an appt.  Praise God!

Passover



Complaint



There is a song by Relient K that has the chorus:
Life could you be a little softer to me.
Life could you be more gentle to me.
Yeah I know this is a selfish plea,
Because Christ sacrificed his flesh
On the cross for me
I wrote about some of my recent Tourette's issues earlier.  I scheduled an appointment to see her on the one day I had off.  They confirmed over the phone that I had that appointment.  Yesterday, I found out the office messed up the scheduling.  I've been calling the office all day (Monday), and the receptionist assured me that she would call back by 5pm.  She didn't.  Now I'm dealing with TS symptoms and trying to study for finals.  If things continue as the are, I won't have any medication for finals and will take them with unabated TS symptoms.  At times like this, I'm really tempted to complain.  Why do I have to deal with all this?  I don't feel like I deserve this.  Yeah, I know I'm  selfish, but sometimes it would be nice if life were a little easier.  Why can't life's troubles pass over me?


Confession



And then I remembered that it's Lent, and more than that- Holy Week.  I remember my brokenness, and I'm filled with shame.  Just yesterday I was sitting in Palm Sunday service feeling sorry for myself because my pew was empty.  All the feelings of loneliness and frustration in not being able to find a church came back to me.  I was sitting in the House of God, and I felt so alone.  I was supposed to be worshiping God, but I couldn't get over my own self-absorption.  How shameful.  I  don't deserve your love or goodness.  Just pass me by.  Don't even look at me.  Pass over me.


Comprehension



Death passed over the early believers, the ones that had faith in Yahweh's promise.  But Yahweh didn't meet them.  Their only interaction with Him was on a mountain.  Twice-made carved stone.  A veiled, radiant face.  A cloud by day, a fire by night.  A tent.  The Holy-Holiest room into which one person with a rope around his ankle barely dared to tread once a year.

Death passes over us believers as well, the ones that have faith in Yahweh's promise.  While Death flies overhead, Christ is the sacrificial lamb.  We stay huddled in our tents and eat the bread and drink the wine, his body and blood.  Christ is our High Priest, but He is not the priest looking at us with disgust and disdain and taking the other side of the road and leaving us to die.  No, he stopped for us, and he let us kill him.  Why?  He could have let us perish, but He didn't.  He did not pass over us.  I do not understand.  Such knowledge is too wonderful for me.  It is high; I cannot attain it.

Lamentations


They crowd around me, vying for my attention.
The little ones, with their little hands
clasping my ankles, my jeans, my wrists
They are little, but they are many.

I toss my purse to the ground by the door and manage to make
three steps
into the room
before their little bodies block me.

By now, there are two, one wrapped around each leg
Standing on my feet, their arms encircling my thighs
and gripping tightly.
Three more encumber my fingers, wrists, arms
And I don’t know how many more
with wide, glistening eyes
just staring
vying for my attention.

At this point, I find that I am quite immobilized
and can move on no further-
not to my bed in the other room, or 
even the couch two feet away.

These tiny cares
the nagging of my mind
the quiet doubts
the restrictions and the responsibilities.
From my mind, they sprung up, fully armed
and ready to wage battle.
They were little, but they are many.
Oh, how fast they grow up.

A man named Christian once told me about a cross at the top of the hill
where his burdens slid off of his back
But that hill is a long journey’s away
And I, stationary, barely standing, am in my living room

In which posters remind me about eternity


I guess this is talk-about-my-party week. My roommate and I had a number of people over for a game night/ birthday shindig, and in the process of cleaning the apartment, I decided to finally put my posters up. I originally forwent putting posters up because I absolutely hated my apartment. Having a piece of myself bound to the walls of my apartment was the last thing I wanted. However, time progressed, and I came to terms with living here, and it was the least I could do to spruce my room up.


A quick cell phone snapshot I took right before it came crashing down.

I swear these walls are coated with ACME anti-stick.

From the second I put my posters up, it was like a sadistic game of whack-a-mole. One would fall down, and I would tape it up again. Then another would fall down, and I would fix that one. Then I would leave the room for two seconds and hear a *thud* as two more fell down. I used more double-stick poster tape. I used different kinds of double-stick poster tape. I used single-sided tape.

This continued for a good half a day before I gave up.

It's weird how much effort I put into a handful of posters.

I wanted to make my mark. I quite literally, wanted it to stick. It didn't, and it frustrated me.

But how long would I be in that apartment? A few years at most? What is the true importance of a few posters? None at all.

Sometimes I wonder if we have too many posters in our lives. Too many things that aren't working, but are giving us the runaround. Too many things that don't really matter but are sucking up our time and energy. I was humbled when I remembered that it's Lent, and I haven't really been thinking much about the cross. I was preoccupied with the party, and getting the cake, and putting up posters. How silly.

We lose sight so easily, don't we?

What are your posters? How do you identify or avoid them?

Rummaging






Photographer: smohundro of flickr under CC2.0, and this is released under a similar CC3.0 license.

Based on a true story

Sometimes I wonder if bloggers make up scenarios to put on their blogs. I see the blogging platform more as a type of memoir than a strict biography, unless the author represents it as such. (Although, if you're wondering, I really do have TS, I really did almost get run over (twice), and today's comic really happened as stated.)

Parables make it easy to miss the point sometimes

It's not particularly profound, but I think it's important. When we look for stuff, we're looking because we need something. Even with the shepherd metaphor that we use so much, I'd imagine that the guy wasn't altogether altruistic. Wouldn't he lose his job or get a pay cut or something if he just let sheep wander off? These are parables, to show us what God is like...but different. It reminds me of when the kids and Puddleglum were trying to convince the witch (and to an extent, themselves) about the world outside the cave: Aslan - he's a lion,which is a cat, but not a cat; it's bigger! And totally not like a cat at all...

Good News

God didn't need us. And yet he searches for us, and earnestly- like when you need that last quarter so you can do that final load of laundry. But even though He didn't need us (we're worthless, really), He considers us much more important than a quarter. Much more than a sparrow or a lily, even. In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us. He has given us eternal life, and that life is in His Son. This can't be described as anything but good news!

Humility

Now, this isn't the time to get self-congratulatory. We're unspeakably blessed, but we're not particularly special. Not in and of ourselves. There is no room to boast: of works, of faith, or of being "chosen." This is no time to stand in the temple and thank God that I'm not a thief or a swindler...or a Pharisee.

The whole redemption situation is quite shameful, really. The cross is a horrible, twisted place- a testament to our utter failure at the self-sufficiency we so much clamor for. But it's also where we find our glory.

Where be your gibes now?




Image/ info: Screenshot at 2:41:10 from RSC's film version of Hamlet, which can be found on PBS.  The production was the first to use a real human skull in live performance, which was bequeathed years earlier by Andre Tchaikowsky to be used on stage.

Ash Wednesday


 1Blessings on this Ash Wednesday

If you forgot that Lent starts today, I hope you didn't already have your morning coffee, donuts, ham and eggs, and cigarette. But if you have, never fear (except if you had that cigarette- seriously, you should stop for the next 40...decades) because I have an idea.

Memorize Scripture

If you remember, I started memorizing the book of 1 John in January- on Sunday, January 23, to be exact. I decided to memorize two verses a day; I calculated the days and then added 10% (to give myself a bit of "wiggle room.") 2My projected end date was March 16 (next Wednesday, which was convenient because we all know that 3:16 is the magic number.)

If I'm diligent this week, I will actually end up finishing the book of 1 John on 3Friday. This actually means I will have finished 1 John in 41 days!  Now, 1 John has 105 verses, so technically at the rate of 2 a day it becomes 52.5 days, but if you hustle a bit and memorize an extra verse here and there (and also remember that there are 46 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter), it's totally feasible to finish memorizing a book of the Bible between now and Easter.  Also, a number of the epistles are significantly shorter than 1 John, so feel free to pick one of those if you want.

The Technique

You should take a look at this guide because there are a lot of tips and wisdom in it. The guide also has a list of how many verses are in each book, if you decide to go with something shorter (or longer!) than 1 John.

Basically, it goes like this:
1) Figure out how many verses to do each day and write it on a calendar. (If you use my scheme, it will be approx. 2 verses a day in approx. 41 days.)
2) Day 1: read your two verses 10 times. Then recite it memorized 10 times.
3) Day 2: Recite yesterday's verses 10 times. Read today's verses 10 times. Recite today's verses 10 times. Recite all the verses starting from Day 1 together, once. (On Day 2, this means reciting Day 1's and Day 2's verses. On Day 3, this means reciting Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3's verses.)
4) Repeat Day 2's steps until you finish. By the end, you will be reciting the entire book in one siting.

Objections?

Here are some common objections that I've heard to memorizing Scripture and my response to each:
I'm not that smart. It's not about smartness, it's about repetition. I bet you know most of the words to The Day the Music Died. Do you know how freaking long that song is??? And you didn't even sit down to memorize it. (Presumably.)
No, seriously, I'm not that smart. Then use the same technique used to memorize 1 John and study the verses instead. Instead of repeating 10 times and memorizing 10 times- repeat the verses 20 times and focus on each word, the meaning of the words, sentence structure, and paragraph structure- these are the types of things you'll notice if you actually memorize the book. (It's a great study, and you'll be surprised how much you actually pick up. This way, you can alleviate some of the pressure and just spend time in the Word.)
This sounds like a lot of time and energy commitment. Well...yes. But I'm a law student. If something is important enough, then you can manage. Trust me. Plus, it's Lent, and Lent is about sacrificing our Selves and devoting ourselves to God.  (To be fair, around chapter 3 I stopped my daily Bible reading plan to focus on this because it took a lot of time.)
I haven't memorized Scripture since AWANA. And that was years ago. Well, sounds like it's a good time to start! The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. Gotta start somewhere. Start with 1 John 1:1-2 today.  :)

If you have any questions about memorizing a book of the Bible, drop a comment, and I'll get back to you. (And I promise to be nicer to you than the comments above. I don't actually talk to people people I'm not very close to like that in real life.)

And if you  don't want to memorize 1 John, choose a book that has personal meaning to you.  Or, make a list of passages that you want to memorize: armor of God?  the love chapter?  the 10 Commandments?  The goal is to be in the Word and hide His word in our hearts.

Conclusion

I don't think there's *one thing* you have to do for Lent.  This is just a suggestion.  Or that Lent participation is even mandatory; at the same time, it's not a bad idea. It's not restricted to Catholics or Anglicans or Lutherans, and for those of you who may be liturgi-phobic, just think about it as a "you and God" thing as your prepare heart for Easter.

For me, I always try an affirmative rather than (or in addition to) a negative. Personally, cutting out sweets would be difficult, but won't make me actually focus on Christ. For my practically-vegetarian friend, cutting out meat doesn't make any difference at all. That's why we decided to do something positive (which usually inherently involves an element of self-denial) and make sure that whatever we're denying is actually something that will make us think about our sin and the cross.

(As an aside, technology fasts are rather effective, especially when paired with some sort of affirmative spiritual discipline.  The LeechBlock addon for Firefox cmes highly recommended, and you can use it to re-route to Youversion, Biblegateway, or a site of your choice.)

Lent, or any spiritual discipline is what you make of it.

Do you "do" Lent (or don't do it?) Why? If you have, how have past Lenten seasons benefited you? If you don't do Lent, do you do anything else specifically to prepare your heart for Easter?

(Footnotes after the jump)

Washing Feet


The Prince came in with royal robes,
and having walked down many stairs
descending from His golden throne,
removed His regal gown and airs
and wore His holiness alone.

He gleamed more bright than whitest white
though in a world that knew Him not,
dead in its heart and in its mind,
it boasted life but reeked of rot.
The Light had come to blind mankind.

He came to me and spoke with care,
but I could not respond in kind.
Dead like the rest, what then of life
knew I? Its brightness I maligned,
contented with continued strife.

Yet humbly He sat down in dust
and wrote a few things in the sand.
He took a bowl and washing sheet,
continuing with purposed plan,
the Prince knelt down and washed my feet.

But Sir! I said in frightened voice
Please do not do this lowly deed;
You should regain your princely seat.
They're not that soiled; there's no need-
And I myself can wash my feet.

Despite my protest He went on,
disgraceful soles He took in hand
I did not know my sin so great-
the more He washed, the more demand-
and from my soles He bore the weight.

Now as the blackened dirt washed off,
I watched as it then turned to blood.
He washed my feet, but then He bled
from where His garments washed the mud,
His body taking pain instead.

I did not understand the cost
before I looked into His eyes,
and I then realized with disgust
that He had taken my demise
and there He lay dead in the dust.

'Twas my iniquity for which He died;
He Himself was damned and I - justified.

The thoughts behind this post can be read here.
Originally posted on Heroic Bytes.

"Being meek does not mean being a doormat." - Why my Sunday School was wrong


"Meekness is not weakness.  Being meek does not mean being a doormat.  Look at Jesus at the temple.  He could be a pretty aggressive guy."

I think my Sunday School was wrong.

Up through high school, every time I've heard a message on meekness, I've heard the phrase "meekness is not weakness."  I'm not sure if it was something they decided on at a pastor's convention because it rhymed, if one guy said it and everyone followed suit, or if everyone came up with it on their own.  It was probably a mix of the latter two, but I'm personally cheering for #1.  Along with alliterating, all Christians love a good rhyme.

"But Jo," you might argue, "meekness isn'tweakness.  Are you going to go around calling Jesus weak, now?"  OK I agree.  I admit to saying my Sunday school was wrong just to be a bit ornery, but I still think their slant was wrong.

When I see Jesus, yeah, He could be an aggressive guy.  Exhibit A: moneychanger tables.  However, when I see Him on the cross (Exhibit B), from the appearances of things, yeah, He looks pretty weak.  The God of the Universe through which all things were made was beaten, tormented, hung on a cross, and willingly bore our sins.  I guess I take issue with the whole meekness isn't a doormat thing.


Jesus became our doormat.


 We wipe our dirty sinful feet on top of him and transfer our punishment onto Him...except that still doesn't paint the whole story.  Jesus orchestrates it.  He does the wiping.  It's not that He is weak, but He chooses "weakness."  He chooses to be that doormat.  He has strength that He doesn't use.  I think that's what it means to be meek.  Choosing to be a servant instead of asserting oneself.

"Everything is permissible, but not everything is beneficial."
Sometimes it's not a bad thing to assert oneself.  Sometimes it's necessary.  But it's also not always beneficial. Sometimes we want to stand up for ourselves.  We have our rights.  Sure, maybe we do have those rights.  But we don't always have to use them.  I think that's what it means when the Bible tells us to consider others better than ourselves.  To serve one another.  To imitate Christ's humility.  Here in America, we're all about our rights, but when I look at Christ, I see a man (God-man, really) who is all about what brings glory to God.  And a lot of time what brings glory to God is when we don't hold onto our "rights."

It took me a really long time to write this post, not because I don't believe in what I said, but because I'm not sure how to apply it.  Sometimes, things are clear.  Oftentimes, things are far from it.  I'm not good at picking my battles.  I'm bad at knowing when to be meek.  I'm even worse at actually being meek when the situation calls for it.  But I guess in this and all things, Christ is our example and our power.  We look to the cross for the right attitude - "Your attitude should be that of Christ Jesus, who in the very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped" - and for the power to execute it - "Who shall save me from this body of sin and death?  Praise to Jesus Christ who gives us the victory."

Coffee and the Cross


Here's something I was pondering last week, but I was too sick to write about it. I've blogged about coffee before, and anyone who knows me knows I love my coffee - although my friend criticizes that I like my coffee too sugary.  It's true, I "doctor up" my coffee like I own huge amounts of stock in the sugar industry, but that doesn't mean I love coffee any less.  (And as an aside, please buy fair trade to ensure your coffee and sugar products aren't the result of trafficked labor.)   But back to business*:


Though humorous, I feel that this comic identifies how many of us feel about our coffee (tea lovers - you're not exempt!  Just substitute "tea" for "coffee."  I would have changed the title to "Coffee, tea, and the cross," but I'm a Christian and all Christians alliterate.)  Some mornings, I wake up groggy with a headache, and as I stumble toward the sink to wash up, my first thought is "I need a cup of coffee."  Sometimes the thought comes later in the day when I look at my schedule or when I calculate how late I will need to stay up to get stuff done.

But since when was this OK?  I'm not going to go the Mormon route and say that all psycho-active drugs are bad, but I think it's good to take a step away from things.  It's not OK to rely on a drink as a savior.  Coffee should not be the first thing I turn to when I wake up in the morning or when I have a lot on my plate.  I shouldn't even ever "need" coffee.  It's not exactly the same thing, but I am reminded of the verse that says, "Do not be drunk with wine, but be filled with the Spirit."  Though it's OK to drink coffee, and I would even go so far as to say that coffee can be a productivity tool to get things done (though the concept of productivity is for another post entirely), we shouldn't be turning to coffee to get us through the day.  Instead, we can learn from the way we treat coffee - our dependence on it, our turning to it as a "first solution" instead of a "last resort," the way we return for more and more of it - and learn to treat God this way instead.

At the end of the day, coffee makes a lousy functional savior.  Instead, we need the cross.  When I wake up in the morning, I am just as much of a sinner as when I went to sleep, and I need just as much grace.  When I have a lot to do, I need to remember that the life I live isn't a story about me, but rather I am a minor supporting character in the story of God; the things I need to get done aren't important because they're in my life but rather because God has given them to me to do.  When I need to stay up late to get work done, I need to do it for the glory of God, doing nothing out of grumbling and complaining, but giving thanks in all circumstances.  Of course, coffee might help with the process, but it's the motive that matters.

Why do you drink coffee (or tea)?
*comic from Exploding Dog Comics

Priorities


We were talking about idols of the heart the other day (the concept, not the book), and I think one way to identify idols is to look at one's priorities.  Priorities are based on some sort of functional truth.  What do you believe to be true?  Examples of this are "If I don't ___________ then ___________" or "I have to ___________ in order to ___________."  Both of these statements reveal what is important to us and the lengths to which we will go to secure these idols.  Of course, not everything that fits this sentence construction will point to an idol.  For example "If I don't eat, then I will starve," is in fact an actual truth, however the statement, "I don't have time for church community because I have to work in order to feed my family," in some cases depending on the individual situation may point to the idols of control and security.  Sometimes these chains can get quite long: "I don't have the time for church community because I have to study in order to graduate in order to get a job in order to work in order to feed my family in the future."  Of course it's good to study to graduate to get a job to provide for future family, but when our priorities shift from the eternal to the material, we start accepting statements like these as absolute truth instead of looking to Scripture for guidance.

Something that struck me was Hebrews 13:5
"Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” 
What I found interesting was that the "normal" way most Christians (and I realize I'm making a blanket statement here) would complete this would be "Be content with what you have, for God will provide."  In fact, there is much Biblical evidence for this.  Doesn't Jesus say that the Father provides for the birds of the air and the flowers of the field, and He will provide for us as well?  But the author of Hebrews goes in a different direction (at first).  He says, "Be content with what you have, for God will always be with you."  God will always be with me; this is the reason I can be content.  Instead of focusing on things I "need" - both legitimately and illegitimately - this verse focuses on what I really need - my relationship with God.  The priority is different.  Of course the next verse says that "The Lord is my helper; I will not fear."  Of course God will provide; it's what He does.  He provides security and provides for our needs.  However, our priorities should not be security and having our needs met.  Instead, our priority should be God and God alone.

Need



You see, the secret of the gospel is that we become more spiritually mature when we focus less on what we need to do for God and focus more on all that God has already done for us. The irony of the gospel is that we actually perform better as we grow in our understanding that our relationship with God is based on Christ’s performance for us, not our performance for him.
I think he's right.  We need to focus on what God has already done for us, and He has done a lot for us (Ephesians 1, emphasis mine):
 3(E) Blessed be(F) the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing(G) in the heavenly places, 4(H) even as he(I) ,b>chose us in him(J) before the foundation of the world, that we should be(K) holy and blameless before him. In love 5(L) he predestined us[b] for(M) adoption as sons through Jesus Christ,(N) according to the purpose of his will, 6(O) to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in(P) the Beloved. 7(Q) In him we have(R) redemption(S) through his blood,(T) the forgiveness of our trespasses,(U) according to the riches of his grace, 8which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight 9(V) making known[c] to us the mystery of his will,(W) according to his purpose, which he(X) set forth in Christ 10as a plan for(Y) the fullness of time,(Z) to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.
 11In him we have obtained(AA) an inheritance,(AB) having been predestined(AC) according to the purpose of him who works all things according to(AD) the counsel of his will, 12so that we who were the first to hope in Christ might be(AE) to the praise of his glory. 13In him you also, when you heard(AF) the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation, and believed in him,(AG) were sealed with the(AH) promised Holy Spirit, 14who is(AI) the guarantee[d] of our(AJ) inheritance until(AK) we acquire(AL) possession of it,[e](AM) to the praise of his glory.

However, in stressing what God has done, sometimes it is easy to miss the point.  Having grown up in the church, so often I hear the message again and think, "Yeah, I know that.  I know God has done all those things.  God has been really good to me," and continu with my day.  The danger is that we might think about the cross without meditating on it.  The cross does not simply have another list of facts for us to add to our mental bank of theological knowledge.  True meditation on the cross requires a true understanding of our need for the cross, not stopping at a mere acknowledgement of what occured at Calvary.


Going back to it is when we understand this need we can stop focusing on what we can do for God.  It is when we understand this need we can understand what God has already done for us.  You see, the secret of the gospel is that we become more spiritually mature when we become profoundly aware of our dire need for a Savior, allowing us to focus less on what we need to do for God and focus more on all that God has already done for us.

Fear and the Cross


My OT reading today was Deuteronomy 4-6.  This passage in particular from chapter 5 stuck out to me (emphasis mine):
    22"These words the LORD spoke to all your assembly(CQ) at the mountain out of the midst of the fire, the cloud, and the thick darkness, with a loud voice; and he added no more. And(CR) he wrote them on two tablets of stone and gave them to me. 23And(CS) as soon as you heard the voice out of the midst of the darkness, while the mountain was burning with fire, you came near to me, all the heads of your tribes, and your elders. 24And you said, 'Behold, the LORD our God has shown us his glory and(CT) greatness, and(CU) we have heard his voice out of the midst of the fire. This day we have seen God speak with man, and man(CV) still live. 25Now therefore why should we die? For this great fire will consume us.(CW) If we hear the voice of the LORD our God any more, we shall die. 26(CX)For who is there of all flesh, that has heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the midst of fire as we have, and has still lived? 27Go near and hear all that the LORD our God will say and(CY) speak to us all that the LORD our God will speak to you, and we will hear and do it.'
    28"And the LORD heard your words, when you spoke to me. And the LORD said to me, 'I have heard the words of this people, which they have spoken to you.(CZ) They are right in all that they have spoken. 29(DA) Oh that they had such a mind as this always, to fear me and to keep all my commandments,(DB) that it might go well with them and with their descendants[i] forever! 30Go and say to them, "Return to your tents." 31But you, stand here by me, and(DC)I will tell you the whole commandment and the statutes and the rules that you shall teach them, that they may do them in the land that I am giving them to possess.'

 God had spoken out of fire, cloud, and darkness, and the people of Israel were terrified.  They were so scared that they didn't want to hear from God anymore; they would listen to Moses relating what God said instead.  They would still listen and obey, but the Person of God simply terrified them.  They didn't understand how a holy God could talk to sinful men without the people becoming consumed, and they feared that if they spoke with God any longer, that they would die.

This jars our modern evangelical sensibilities.  Isn't Jesus your homeboy?  God's a loving God, isn't He?  I've heard that only in western society do we stress God as "friend."  While there is some truth in that, however, we forget that God is also frightening.  What stuck out to me about this passage was that God says the people of Israel spoke rightly.  They spoke rightly!  God actually affirms what the Israelites say.  This doesn't happen very often.  In fact, I can't think of any more instances of this happening off the top of my head.  Not only does God affirm their fear, He wishes that this attitude would continue.  The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, and it is this knowledge that would have equipped the Israelites to have things "go well with them and their descendants."

Another point that sticks out to me is that God provides a mediator.  Moses stands between the people and God.  (I am also reminded of an earlier OT passage where Aaron stops a plague literally right in its tracks by standing between the dead and the living.)  The people listen to Moses as the mouthpiece of God.  To me, this points to the necessity of the cross.  During Christ's time on earth, He represented the Father who sent Him.  His words were not His own, but rather those of His father.  In fact, Christ and the Father were/ are one (which is where the analogy breaks down a bit.)  And just as Moses stood between the people and God, so much more did Christ stand between us and God's wrath.  He stands between us, shielding us from the cloud and fire and darkness.  He takes our sin and shame and gives us his righteousness.

God is still awesome (in the Biblical sense) and worthy to be feared.  Oh that we would fear Him more that things may go well with us!  But our fear does not drive us away from Him in the way that it drove the Israelites away.  Instead, our fear drives us into a greater appreciation of the cross and what exactly Christ did on Calvary.  It drives us to renew our love and dedication to Christ.  And as we abide in Him and He in us, and the Holy Spirit produces fruit in our lives, we also have fellowship with the Father.  The curtain has been torn, and we enter into communion with Him and one another.

Sin in Seemingly Safe Statements


Sometimes even in times of "heightened spirituality", we will say the right things for the wrong reasons.  My experience today has taught me that we need to take every thought captive, even the good ones, and examine our motives.


"Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life"

This is the first thought I had coming out of the phy sci department office this morning.  While there is nothing sinful about this particular statement - in fact, it's a perfectly good and Biblical statement taken in isolation - the circumstances around under which I said it showed the underlying sin in my heart.

Lately, my responsibilities have been piling up, and I have not been able to keep on top of them all.  Plagued by expectations and deadlines, I went to sleep praying that I'd be able to get through it all.  I woke up with the same prayer.  After realizing I had to go to the department office to get my schedule worked out, I was reminded of yet another area of my life that I had little control over.  Needless to say, I worriedly prayed during the walk to campus.

After things worked out, though, I breathed a sigh of relief.  Once I knew that things were OK, my first thoughts was "Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever."  Granted, my response was a tad melodramatic, but that's how I roll.

I thanked God that everything would be all right, but then I realized my sin.  Though I prayed and looked to God for help, my desires had nothing to do with God.  My desire had everything to do with my classes, my graduation, and my sense of control (or lack thereof) in my life.  I was serving myself and using God as a means to make my life more comfortable.  I wanted things to go my way.  And I didn't praise God until they did. 


"Give me more faith than you gave that man"

Sitting in the coffee shop after my meeting with the dept. chair and reflecting on this, I decided that one of the things my sin stemmed from was a lack of faith - a lack of faith in the goodness of God, the plan of God, the Sovereignty of God, etc - that allowed the idol of Self to take God's place.  I was reminded of the father who lacked faith.  When talking with Jesus, he realized his lack of faith and asked for more faith.  I've always found comfort in that story.  Maybe you don't have enough faith that God will take action in your life, but even if you have a tiny bit of faith, you can have faith that God will give you more faith.

My prayer was then, "Lord, give me more faith than you gave that man," which, in my opinion, is a perfectly good prayer.  We are told to hold onto the promises of God and petition in His name.  However, my next statement showed the state of my heart.  The next thing my heart said was, "If I just had enough faith, everything would turn out all right."  Right as I said that, my heart sank.  Foiled again!  And I was doing so well, too...My thoughts revealed yet another idol in my heart - the idol of religious performance.  Apparently somehow in my mind, I associated faith as "input" and the hand of God as "output."  I had given into the God-as-a-vending-machine view.

What to do?

If you're like me, maybe after examining your thought life, you will realize that you were much more of a sinner than you originally thought.   Maybe you will realize that you really have missed the mark after all.  It's important to make that first step. Sin must be identified before you can do anything about it.  However, identification of sin is not the only step.  We need to look at those areas of our lives that cause us to sin.  What are our attitudes?  What are our desires?  What is at the heart of the issue?  And then we pray.  A lot.  We can try to get rid of the sin on our own, but that just piles on the sin of self-sufficiency onto the list of sins we already have.  And it doesn't work very well (or at all.)  Instead, we pray for the grace to desire God more.  We pray for the grace that changes our hearts.  Our hearts used to be stone, but now they are flesh.  Our hearts our open to the prompting of the Spirit, and we pray that He will speak and we will listen.  We pray for the grace to turn from our sin and to be transformed by the renewing of our minds.  We pray that the God of grace will give us more grace.  And He will.

Thursday of the first week of Lent


Colossians 1:20

...And through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.
 I'm well aware that the Greek word apokatallasso, meaning "to reconcile fully" has nothing to do with Legos.  But for some reason, when I think about the doctrine of reconciliation, I have the mental picture of tons of tiny Lego pieces spread out over the surface of a table and God stretching out his arms to scoop them up by bringing them close to His body.  

However, this analogy is an incomplete one.  Most people like Legos.  At most, some may be ambivalent.  What I mean to say is that I don't know anyone with a strong aversion to Legos.  I am not a Lego.  I am proud and self-righteous, and the Bible says that my self-righteousness is like a filthy rag.  Instead of Legos, we should think of ourselves as used tampons.


Isn't that a sobering thought?  That Christ would reach out and grab us, reconciling us to himself.  He did not reconcile from afar, but instead literally stooped down to our level.  He touched us and lived with us.  He showed pity and compassion.  He healed our infirmities, but that healing came at a price.  He who knew no sin became that dirty tampon for us.  He bore the dirtiness and the shame.  He became revolting before the eyes of God and man so that we could have his holiness.  He made peace by the blood of his cross.

February 23


This week's sermon was about identity. Our identity in Christ can be summed up by three different truths:

  • we are children of God
  • we are the family of God
  • we are missionaries of God

These are not things that we become, but rather things that we are. This is our new identity in Christ when he has made us new creations.

I was reminded of this while reading 1 John 5 today.
Everyone who believes that Jesus is the Christ has been born of God, and everyone who loves the Father loves whoever has been born of him.2 By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God and obey his commandments. 3 For this is the love of God, that we keep his commandments. And his commandments are not burdensome. 4 For everyone who has been born of God overcomes the world. And this is the victory that has overcome the world—our faith. 5 Who is it that overcomes the world except the one who believes that Jesus is the Son of God?
Whoever believes has been born. And those who have been born have overcome the world. These verbs "has been born" and "have overcome" are both past-tense. These things have already happened. As stereotypically Christian as this sounds, my identity does not lie in what my grades say about me, what people say about me, or what law schools say about me. The reason why it sounds so old, something that has been repeated over and over isn't because it's just the party line. It's because it's true, but it's a truth that is so easily forgotten. This is why I need to remember who I am. I am a sinner saved by grace who has been born again into a new family, into a new mission, and who has overcome the world.

We do not work for these things. They just are. However, we have the choice whether or not to live these identities out. To reference my pastor's sermon on Sunday, are we going to be birds that walk or birds that fly? Either way we are birds, but we have the choice whether or not to live like them. If a child of a God who is powerful and loving, why live like a child of a world that will destroy me if I let it? If a member of the family of God, how will I show love to my brothers and sisters? If sent with a mission, will I fulfill it? And if I have overcome, why live defeatedly?

Thursday After Ash Wednesday


I'm a nondenominational evangelical*, but I still observe Lent as a time for preparation for Good Friday and Easter. Though Lenten observance is not Biblically required, I have found it in past years to be a useful tool to focus even more on the cross.


During Lent, I have decided to post my reflections on my usual posting days (Tuesday and Thursday). If a reflection particularly lends itself to a comic post, then I'll do it, but I want my primary focus to be preparing for Easter instead of coming up with blog content. I will publish my reflections instead of simply shutting down the blog for Lent because I hope the posting of Scripture will encourage people's souls.


However, my text blogging tends to be more disorganized (which is why I chose the formats that I did for this and my other blog, Heroic Bytes. I hope that you will be patient with me through this process.


Thank you for reading, and may God bless your own preparations for Easter.

*I'm not fond of labels for many reasons, but sometimes they're helpful.



Matthew 4:16

The people dwelling in darkness
have seen a great light,
and for those dwelling in the region and shadow of death,
on them a light has dawned.”


The poetry -- its descriptiveness, not genre -- of this verse struck me in my devotional reading today. A few thoughts that came to mind were that people dwelling in the darkness do not know that they are dwelling in darkness. There is nothing to which they can compare their existence. The light, however, provides a point of comparison. The brightness is painful and blinding, frightening and new. Because of the light, people can see outside of themselves, outside of their circumstances. When light dawns, some of these, those that the light draws in despite (or because of) its immensity, come to understand their former condition. They name the former way of life death and the shadow of death and name this new presence light and life.

However, though Christ has brought me out of darkness and into the light, though I abide in Him and He in me, though I have been made a new creation, there is still much darkness in my soul. The closer I draw to Christ and understand the immensity of His Light, the more magnified my sins become. The light has dawned and continues to shine into my life, and the idols I hold close are revealed for what they are. They are not my saviors, but they will poison my heart against my true Savior, the one I love. The heart is deceptive above all things and desperately sick.

I am reminded of a recent blog post likening purging ourselves of sin to the body's self-purging during food poisoning. In the violent and sickening convulsions, our bodies know what's good for us. It recognizes a harmful substance and gets rid of it as quickly as possible.

But I am not able to get rid of my sin. Not on my own. And if my reflection on Christ simply leads me to mourn my sin, I have missed the point. The purpose of the light is not simply to define the darkness. It is not simply to see. This is where the analogy breaks down. Christ is light, but He is also a person. By shining in the darkness, He is not simply an entity emanating photons but extending relationship. I mourn my sin, but I don't stop there. That mourning draws me closer to my Savior.