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The Perfect "Living Sacrifice"

2011-12-25T16:54:00.000-07:00

We know that Jesus came to die for us. That's what makes His birth so worth celebrating.

But have we forgotten that He also came to live for us, that even now He "always lives to make intercession for us" (Heb 7:25)?

Many a husband boasts that he would die for his wife, but would not dream of putting her before himself in day-to-day life, of living sacrificially for her.

Jesus is not that kind of husband. And His church is the most blessed bride imaginable.

You know that righteousness which He imputes to us (i.e. credits to our account)? It's not just the righteousness that He had from eternity past. It's the righteousness He lived out for us as the God-Man, representing us, as one of us, so that He in His righteousness could stand in our place before the throne of God.

The perfect man. Living perfectly when it hurt, simply because it pleased the Father He loved, and because He wanted to qualify us to enjoy the Father, too. He could have continued living flawlessly in Heaven, you know. But He chose to do it here, in human flesh...day after difficult day; in poverty, in disgrace under a cloud of presumed illegitimacy, in ordinary obscurity, by the sweat of his brow, for the sake of people who appreciated none of it. At least, not nearly as much as they should have, if at all.

He lived perfectly, not just in the big dramatic moments that we read about in Scripture, but in the countless inconsequential moments that never made it on record. Thirty-some years of ordinary experiences...and not one moment lived selfishly. He received every second from His Father's hand, and deliberately laid each one on the altar of His Father's will (John 8:28) for our sake (John 17:19).

Before He was our dying sacrifice, He was our living sacrifice. Truly, what He asks of us (Rom 12:1-2) is nothing that He hasn't done for us first.

When God commanded sacrifices, He never asked anybody what they thought they should give. He laid all His requirements out in excruciating detail. And once a sacrifice was given, it was completely out of the giver's hands. It belonged to God, and God decided what to do with it.

He accepted some and rejected others (Gen 4:5, Prov 15:8, Hos 8:13, Heb 11:4). Some He commanded to be used to feed the priests and their families. Some He commanded would supply food for a joyous celebration for the sacrifice-bringer and his loved ones.

Some He commanded would be burned to ashes, leaving nothing at all for the bringer to enjoy.

Most sacrifices passed without any visible indication of God's involvement in the process. But some rocked the giver's world with supernatural approval or wrath (1 Kings 18: 37-39, Lev 10:1-2).

And so it is with living sacrifices...with moments given into His hands. We have no say in what is done with them once given. Some moments will serve to feed others. Some will supply celebrations for us to enjoy.

Others will seem to leave nothing but ashes.

Few will rock our world with signs of supernatural response.

Jesus knew all those kinds of sacrifices. Moments, received with thanks and offered back, which fed thousands on hillsides. Moments that supplied wine for wedding feasts.

Moments, or rather hours, of agony ending in the dust of death.

And in the moment of His sacrificial death, He made no demands, but put it all in the Father's hands to do with as He pleased (Luke 23:46).

But no, His sacrifices did not end there. His righteousness accomplished all that He came to do, so that His perfect life and perfect death could both be imputed to us (Isa 61:10, 2 Co 5:21). And God rocked our world with His supernatural seal of approval. We call it the resurrection, and in it we who believe are also raised to new life (Rom 6:4).

On this day when we celebrate His birth, may we remember to celebrate His life as well. If we are His, then His life flows in our veins. He is our life.

Blessed be His name!

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Praying for "...But Not..."

2011-12-09T11:29:00.001-07:00

It's been a long time since I've posted anything. But it certainly hasn't been for lack of "interesting" events in my life! In the past couple of months I've spent a great deal of time on bedrest, relying on the incredible generosity of my church and help from my family. I've undergone tons of medical tests, taken lots of medications, received several new diagnoses, struggled with hopes delayed, engaged in wrestlings with God, and seen answers to prayers that I had never even been wise enough to pray. (Must have been other believers and Jesus who made those requests on my behalf, I'm sure.)

Finally, just over a week ago (on Nov 29, 2011), I had the major surgery I needed. Thanks be to God, I am already feeling better than I have felt for months, and am on the road to what will probably be better overall health than I've had in more than a decade! I'm still relying on the generosity of others for help, but I'm now cleared to lift up to 8-10 lbs, so I can do many more things.

In some ways it's been tough, but I wouldn't trade this time for anything. God has been SO present, and SO sweet! I have learned so much about rest, about trust, about submission, about gratitude...but mostly about the precious sovereign love of God for me in Christ. Thank Him along with me, will you?

A little while ago I read "A Praying Life" by Paul Miller, and it changed the way I pray for myself, my family, my neighborhood, my church, missionaries, and the world. The book helped me see how to get to the root and pray about the heart of the issues in my life and sphere. And boy, do I always need to deal with heart issues!

You see, I've always had a powerful avoidance ethic. "If you can't control it, avoid it" was my unspoken motto for life, unseen and unquestioned as it guided me into disaster after disaster. My prayer life largely focused on the desire to see pain relieved or prevented, even as I busily pursued the kind of selfishness that ate me up and made me useless.

But several months ago, when I was making up my new prayer card for myself, the Spirit brought one of my Scripture memory passages to mind. (That's a powerful argument for memorizing Scripture!) I made that passage part of my daily prayer for myself, and because it aligns with God's wise will, He is honoring it.

May I invite you along as I pray this passage?

"Lord, please free me from the urge to try to control everything, the belief that the avoidance of pain is the greatest good. At the heart of them, my prayers used to always be, 'Don't let me be afflicted. Don't let me be perplexed. Don't let me be persecuted. Don't let me be struck down.' But that's not my prayer any more. Now I ask that You would free me to be what Paul described: 'afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed.'

I say, 'Free me' to be these things, because that would be truly liberating. I have been a slave to fear, held captive by avoidance, paralyzed by risk. Please free me to love others in the way that You do...a way which is only possible if I'm willing to be hurt. I can't triumph on my own, but through You I am 'more than a conqueror' (Rom. 8:37). And what would this victory look like? It would look like loving the Lord my God with all my heart and soul and mind and strength, and loving my neighbor as myself. It would look like the end of self-centered self-protection, and the beginning of sacrificial love. It would look like the end of regret over opportunities lost, and the birth of praise and joy over circumstances submitted to Your glory and the good of those I touch.

And then, Oh Lord, I pray that you would help me to understand, by experience, what Paul said next. Teach me what it means to be 'always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.' How can it be that this, 'carrying of Jesus' death,' and this, 'manifesting of His life' is something that 'we who live' are 'always doing?' I don't know, but I pray that you would make it true in my life so that I would be able to glorify You and serve my neighbor in that way."

I felt an immense burden lifted off of me the first time I prayed that, and since then the Lord has been faithfully helping me to pry my hands off the controls, to trust Him, to risk loving and being hurt. I've got a long way to go, of course, but I love the path I'm on now!

How would your prayer life...your whole life...be changed if you regularly prayed for the "...but not..." of 2 Cor. 4:8-11?

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Why Should I Pray For You?

2011-08-17T16:05:00.001-06:00

I recently became involved in a conversation that troubled me deeply. A fellow believer was attempting to talk people out of ever offering "unspoken" prayer requests. (For those who may not know, an "unspoken" request is a request in which a person, for whatever reason, chooses not to reveal any details. They simply say, "I have an unspoken request," and they ask others to pray for them.)

His arguments, as I understand them, went like this:

You have to give me at least some bare specifics, or I won't know what to pray about. I will not pray for your unspoken requests, because they might be sinful. (But don't give me too much information...I do NOT want to hear it!)
There must be something wrong with either your ability to form healthy relationships, or something wrong with your church's ability to provide such relationships, if you do not have someone you can trust with the details. You need to work out those problems with yourself or your church, instead of bringing your unspoken requests to us.
If you're in a tragic situation where you don't have anyone that you can trust with the specifics, then why bother bringing your unspoken request to us? You obviously don't trust us, or you'd tell us more (but remember, not TOO much. We really don't want to hear it).
You lack faith if you believe that your own prayers for yourself are inadequate. Trust God to listen to you as you pray for yourself. You don't need our prayers.
I suspect that your request has something to do with your sinfulness, and your unwillingness to talk about it comes from your prideful unwillingness to confess your sin.

Someone else agreed with him, and complained about people going on and on with their requests and boring him with the details. He actually described it as "torturous." And then he complained about the fact that people who pray for the detailed requests will actually mention the details in their prayers, "as if God hadn't heard them the first time."

I was left stunned. If the people who brought these arguments and complaints are representative of many believers (and I pray they are NOT), then the church has a lot of repenting to do when it comes to the subject of intercession...regardless of the amount of detail given or withheld in our requests!

Are we really going to pridefully critique one another's prayer requests and refuse to pray for those that we consider imperfect? Where is our love? Where is our humility?

"Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness.

For we do not know what to pray for as we ought,

but the Spirit himself intercedes for us

with groanings too deep for words."

(Rom. 8:26)

That was the Apostle Paul, including himself when he said "WE do not know what to pray for as we ought." Do we dare believe that we do better?

God forgive us our arrogance! Where would we be if Your Holy Spirit would only intercede for us when our prayers were perfect? Where would we BE?

If we feel ourselves qualified to sit back and judge the prayer requests we hear, and spurn those who "do not know how to pray as they ought," we place ourselves above the Spirit. He may condescend to intercede for us when we pray imperfectly, but we have higher standards than He does, evidently. "Don't bother me with the details, and don't bother me without the details. Tailor your requests to suit me, or you can forget my prayers."

Oh, how I thank God that He never spurns my imperfect prayer requests, because those are the only kind I've ever made! And not only does He not reject our requests, but He actually goes a step farther and polishes them up for us, making them like sweet incense as He brings them before the Father.

Are we above interceding...above taking an imperfect request and agreeing with it by offering an imperfect prayer of our own? Do we not realize that the Holy Spirit will have to clean up our intercessory prayers, just as He has to clean up the prayers of the person we're interceding for?

Do we not realize it is a privilege to be allowed to pray for others, to be allowed the opportunity to be used by God in someone else's life, when we are so imperfect ourselves?

What is the purpose of asking for prayer? Is it, as my acquaintance suggested, because we lack faith to believe that God hears us if we pray alone? Is it so that people can judge our requests and determine if we deserve their intercession? Why didn't God just tell us to keep our requests to ourselves, and why did He tell us to pray for one another?

Could it be that, wonder of wonders, God wants us to learn to love one another, humbly and non-judgmentally? And could it be that love is actually more than enjoyment of others, but extends into bearing with them, and bearing their burdens?

What would these acquaintances of mine do, I wonder, if someone they deeply loved offered a "sub-par" request, with either too much or too little detail? Would they roll their eyes and say, "Forget it, I'm not praying for you?" I think not...and the reason would be simple. They love that person. So when they roll their eyes and refuse to pray for someone else with a "sub-par" request, with too much or too little detail, the reason is equally simple. They do not love that person.

Jesus said that "Love your neighbor" is the second-greatest commandment.

So what do we do with unspoken requests...or any kind of prayer request? It would seem to me that humble love for our neighbor could not be satisfied with less than this:

"Lord, my brother/sister has a need. I don't know what it is, but You do. Help me to love my brother/sister as I lift them before you now. Please work in their situation for Your glory, and may your Glory in their situation ultimately bring them joy in You. If there is anything I can do to lighten their load, please help me to do so. And please bring their name to my mind frequently so that I can continue to hold them up before the Throne of Grace. Thank You for giving me the privilege of praying for someone who trusted me enough to ask."

Let me say it again...it is a privilege to be allowed to pray for someone in this way!

Oh Lord, forgive me for the times when pride has sullied my prayer life, as I'm sure it often has. Please humble me so that I can pray for others as I should. And please raise up a whole army of prayer warriors who love deeply and humbly, so that no one need fear to bring their requests, however worded, before Your people. In Jesus Name, and through His Spirit who intercedes for me, Amen!

How I Mock Jesus (And You Do, Too)

2011-08-12T13:52:00.000-06:00

Imagine, if you will, a classic tragic tale. (And if you think from the beginning that you know where it's going, hang in there. It might surprise you.)

Ours is the story of a prince (the best, most noble sort of prince) who dearly loves a peasant woman, though she seems incapable of returning his devotion. One day he hears that his beloved is sick, near death in fact, and that nothing can save her but a transfusion of his rare blood type. And her condition, he's told, is so desperate that it will take every drop of blood he has to save her. He will have to die.

Because of his love for her, he donates all of that blood. But as the last light of life is fading from his eyes, his beloved walks into the room. She takes in the scene, is told why the prince is dying, and responds condescendingly.

"Well, that was so very noble of you," she says with a pat on his arm. "I will do my best to remember your sacrifice, and I'll sing songs of praise to your memory every Sunday. But it was really a waste, you see. Noble, but unnecessary. You completely overreacted...my disease really wasn't that serious."

To her dying day, though she cherished sentimental thoughts of him, she remained mostly puzzled by the foolishness that had driven him to such extremes over nothing at all. She couldn't quite bring herself to honor his memory as she should, because she found his foolishness pitiable, and just a tad embarrassing.

I've been that peasant. Far more often than I care to admit. And I'm willing to bet that you have, too. Think not? Hear me out.

This morning I was in the mood to coddle one of my pet sins. And so I coddled away, not caring that I was doing so. It really wasn't a big deal.

My condition wasn't that serious.

Then I found myself in a conversation with one of my sons... a son who was once again revealing his love of "sin for sin's sake." He really loves badness because it's bad, and bad is fun.

As He so often does, my Prince of Peace convicted me by what came out of my own mouth. Here's the gist of what I heard myself saying:

"Son, Jesus wasn't a fool for coming and suffering the way He did, and dying the way He did, to save us from our sin. He didn't overreact to sin, as if sin really weren't the "big deal" that He thought it was. Look at Calvary and understand. Calvary paints a picture of how much God loves us, but don't miss what else it tells us. Calvary paints the very truest picture of just how horrible our sin really is. The God of the universe looked at our condition, lost in sin, and decided that we were in such a desperate state that it was worth Him coming and being tortured and dying to save us from that sin. Do you want to look at Him and tell Him He was a fool for doing that? If the God of all the universe says that our sin is that big a deal, then it really is. And one of the worst things our sin does to us is blind us to how bad it really is. And it blinds us to the glorious wisdom and love of the God who chose to save us from sin, at great cost to Himself."

I had to slow down as I heard the irony of what I was saying.

Whenever I coddle my favorite sin, calling it "no big deal," I am mocking the One who thought (or rather, who KNEW) it was worth His very life's blood to save me from it. I set myself up to think of Him only sentimentally, as the noble but pitiable fool who overreacted. I prime my heart to sing songs of praise condescendingly, instead of in awe and wonder of the love that saved me from my worst enemy...my own sin.

That's how I have unknowingly mocked Jesus sometimes, and I bet you've done it, too, without realizing it. I hope you'll join me in repenting and re-discovering the awe of what really transpired on Calvary, the horribly glorious truth of what we were really saved from. May it infuse our prayers, our praises, our lives with joyful love for Him, and an ever-growing hatred for the sin in our own hearts. May the Gospel, and the God of the Gospel, free us to walk in greater holiness today.

And may we love our wise, gloriously loving Prince as He deserves to be loved.

Just for Worship

2011-04-23T18:55:00.003-06:00

I usually use the written word as my main form of communication here on my blog. But as some of you know, there's another form of communication that I love to use even more...American Sign Language (ASL).

Yesterday (Good Friday, 2011), I was privileged to use ASL in a dramatic presentation of "Watch the Lamb." Vocalist/pianist (and music minister) Bruce Webb, and violinist Bill Johnson accompanied my signing.

I hope you'll take a few minutes just to click on this link to a video of the presentation, and join me in worship. We will go back 2000 years and join Simon of Cyrene (Matt 27:32) as he encounters Christ on the road to Golgotha and ends up carrying His cross...and trying to help his children sort through what they've just witnessed.

Should We Really Want to Return to Mayberry?

2011-04-04T10:18:00.010-06:00

I read a hopeful-sounding article today. It was called, "RIP: Girls Gone Wild?" I appreciated the news it shared; namely, that there are signs that Hollywood may be toning back on the level of filth it chooses to spew.

I celebrate the idea of a "cleaner Hollywood"...but with caution.

It is 100% good that Hollywood might clean up its act. The raunch and filth are a disgrace to our nation, and lend tragedy to the fact that we are still thought of (in some circles) as a "Christian" nation.

But oh, how deceptive sin is! And one of its favorite deceptions is called, "Playing dead" (link leads off-site). It doesn't mind lying low for a while, as long as its apparent absence lulls people into a false sense of security.

I cannot help noting how the debauchery of the '70's and its "Sexual Revolution" came out of the womb of the 50's and 60's, when TV was so good and clean, and not even Rob and Laura Petrie (The Dick Van Dyke Show) slept in the same bed. The adults watching the younger generation throwing virtue to the wind often asked themselves and others, "Where did we go wrong?"

I love the Dick Van Dyke Show, and other good clean oldies. They are a symptom, not a cause. Humanism began its takeover long before most homes even had televisions. I don't blame these shows for what happened. I enjoy watching them with my kids sometimes. But I see how Satan took a fairly benign thing and twisted it for evil, as he so loves to do.

You see, there was a loud, unspoken message in the good, moral oldies, a message that not only reflected its era, but reinforced that era's values.

We are fine without God...or at least with only the occasional tip of the hat to him.

The Petries didn't center their lives around Him, and they were good people. Same for the Ozzie and Harriet Nelsons, the Ward and June Cleavers, Andy Taylor and little Opie, and all the rest. They were all so very likeable, so very clean, certainly not sinners in desperate need of a Savior. Few viewers minded the relative absence of a holy God in their favorite characters' good lives.

Being "good people" was enough. Our TV favorites may have ignored God for the most part, but they certainly wouldn't have cursed Him. They were safely neutral, and we could safely amuse ourselves as we immersed ourselves in their neutrality. Except, of course, that we forgot the words of the Holy One:

Whoever is not with me is against me,
and whoever does not gather with me scatters. (Matt. 12:30)

The church fell asleep on the job, smugly satisfied with the moral superiority of our modern American people. God was declared to be a figure of total benignity, without wrath for sin. The basic goodness of mankind, as preached from the grave by Ann Frank, on the screen by the best of TV, from the vaunted halls of the UN, and from countless other sources helped push God to the back burner even in the mainline denominations.

Again, the good old shows are merely symptoms, not root causes, though they did have strong power to reinforce the "spirit of the times." (If you doubt that power, just go to any show or article which tries to define the spirit of any decade in the era of film or television. Images from the entertainment media will figure prominently in that definition.) But perhaps nothing is more deadly to the spread of the Gospel than the spread of moralism. If we're fine without God, and we're basically good, then Calvary can be nothing but disgustingly offensive. "Sin" ceases to exist, or is re-defined as "a weakness to work on," or even just low self-esteem. Worse, churches jump on the "morality" bandwagon and work to create either a liberal man-centered theology (on the left), or a self-righteous pseudo-piety (on the right). In moralism, depravity finds a most fertile breeding ground.

"We're fine without God" is NOT a morally neutral position. It is total antagonism to God, and no matter how well-intentioned it might be, it leads inevitably to decadence. And so, while the Petries slept in separate beds, their viewers geared up for the time when they could take godlessness to its logical conclusion in the beds of total strangers any time they wanted to (while destroying any resulting offspring with impunity). And somehow, American Christendom largely failed to see the connection between the two.

How could an era of such harmlessly amusing godlessness have gone so wrong?

And what happened back in the '80's when "religious political conservatives" really got upset about the rampant moral decay happening all around them? They decided to try to use politics to force the culture to act like Christians even when the people were lost. They tried to use political clout to "redeem the culture," as if the culture were a force and not a collection of lost people who need Jesus. The Moral Majority might not have admitted it, but what the movement as a whole boiled down to was a desire to whitewash the lost more than to save them. Hollywood stars can go to Hell, as long as they don't flaunt the pleasures of their downward path before our innocent eyes. (That may not have been the attitude of everyone who sympathized with the Moral Majority, but as one who was coming of age in the late 70's and early 80's, I know how the wind was blowing, even in my own heart.)

And yet, what are whitewashed lost people, except precious souls who cannot see their eternal peril? And what are whitewash-painters, except Pharisees? If we could have "redeemed the culture" and forced them to act "just fine without God," would our children really have grown up in a safer world?

How safe were the Pharisees under Jesus' gaze?

What if Hollywood cleans up its act and the culture at large decides to "act better" for a while? Will we breathe a sigh of relief and get back to the business of happily entertaining ourselves in its neutrality? Will we teach our children to care more about behavior than about the eternal destinies of souls who reject Christ? Will we deceive them (and ourselves) that being "good people" is good enough? Will we forget the Gospel yet again in favor of moralism and/or legalism?

I hope that the entertainment industry cleans up its act. But I also hope the church does as well. I pray that the church will embrace the long-lost, long distorted Gospel in its full glory. The fact is, whether we're as squeaky-clean as the Petries or as decadent as Desperate Housewives, all have sinned and come short of the glory of God. And the wages of sin is still death. And the deadening power of sin doesn't wait for the grave. It kills all that is decent and good in people (regardless of external appearances). And there is NO answer for the problem of sin except the grace and mercy of God, extended through Christ's atoning death on the cross on our behalf, and received by faith in Jesus the Lord.

If we forget the Gospel, and fail to share it faithfully, the best we can hope for is a return to Mayberry. And Mayberry was just the calm before the storm.

(P.S. If you, like me, have a strong nostalgic bent, don't be discouraged by the fact that there never really has been an era of idyllic innocence since sin entered the world. God gave us nostalgia for a reason... a very beautiful reason. Like everything else, it's meant to point us to Him. Read about it here.)

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Book Review: "What's He Really Thinking?"

2011-02-11T00:18:00.000-07:00

Like every woman, I often wish I better understood the men in my life. Heaven knows, even without setting foot outside my house I have plenty of opportunities to rub elbows with people of the male persuasion. One husband plus three sons (not to mention a male cat) make for an abundance of testosterone all around me. So, after reading some positive reviews of "What's He Really Thinking?" by Paula Rinehart, I decided to give it a look. As the subtitle says, the book is designed to help you to be "a relational genius with the man in your life."

Does this book deliver?

I felt a bit of cynicism when I picked up my copy. Partly, it was because I feared I might, at best, be holding a book of pop-psychology with a "Christian" label slapped onto it. After all, that's what most "Christian" books amount to, these days. Or, at worst, it could even be an angry feminist rant with plenty of male-bashing. This world offers plenty of that as well, and I want nothing to do with it.

But, I had heard good things about this book, so I decided to wade ahead. And I asked my husband to read it as well, because I figured he was more qualified than I am to decide if the book represented his gender well.

I'm so glad I did.

The book is so much better than I had dared to hope for. It fosters a genuine appreciation for the way God designed males, and a desire to get better acquainted with the ones I thought I knew. I felt moved, inspired, and refreshed as I read it.

Perhaps more significantly, my husband loved this book. He underlined, took notes, and at some points was truly quite moved. He expressed thankfulness to me for sharing the book with him, and for having a desire to get to know him better.

Have I become a relational genius yet? No, but I have great hopes that the conversations which will ensue as a result of our reading (and re-reading) this book will go a long way towards increasing our understanding and appreciation of one another.

I would unhesitatingly recommend this book.

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Offending People, Jesus-Style

2011-01-27T11:01:00.003-07:00

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This morning I read a blog post by Al Mohler called, "The Osteen Moment – Your Own Moment Will Come Soon Enough." It discusses a recent televised interview in which Joel Osteen squirmed under Piers Morgan's relentless gaze. Piers had asked him the worst question you can ask a "Prosperity gospel" kind of preacher who craves public approval but still feels any allegiance whatsoever to the Bible. Piers asked, "Is homosexuality a sin?"

Dr. Mohler's blog entry pointed out that every one of us who claims biblical Christianity will get hit by that question soon enough. And it left me wondering how I should answer.

There's no question that homosexual activity is sinful and prohibited. The Bible makes that absolutely clear. The question is, how do we present that reality when challenged by the Piers Morgans of our world (or our homosexual next door neighbors, family members, or co-workers)?

Most of the time, we see only a few possibilities. We can evade the question altogether, we can couch it in the most squirmingly cowardly language, or we can barrel on ahead without caring about the feelings of those around us.

Given a choice in our culture, most of us would prefer not to offend. And yet, if we're true to our Bibles, we know that Jesus often chose to be offensive (Mat 15:12-14 , John 6:48-64 , just to name a few). And we know that Jesus did all things well, so it must be okay to offend, right?

Yet we've all met plenty of Christians who not only aren't afraid of offending, but who actually love it. They're arrogant, in-your-face, obnoxious people who give Christ a black eye even as they name His name. In our guts we know that they offend with a different spirit than the one with which our Savior offended people.

How will I answer that question when it comes to me? Most of us go round and round in our minds and end up coming to one conclusion.

I hope nobody asks me that.

Not exactly helpful.

Folks, we're sometimes going to have to offend people. There's no getting around it. The question is, how did Jesus offend people? If we're going to do it, we want to do it His way, right?

When it comes right down to it, Jesus offended people with the Gospel. Sometimes they were offended with the part of the Gospel that revolved around His Lordship. Sometimes they couldn't stomach the way He refused to be chained to their legalistic rules.

But if you boil it all down, the part about the Gospel that offended them most was this:

You are a sinner who needs a Savior, and I am that Savior.

When someone asks us, "Is such-and-such a sin?" and they're waiting with sharpened claws to rip us up as soon as we answer, we become very un-Christlike. We follow the rabbit trail, when Jesus would have gone straight to the heart. The offense of the Gospel does not revolve around whether or not such-and-such is a sin. It revolves around whether or not you and I are sinners.

Right now, homosexuality is the untouchable sin, the rallying point for those who can't bear the doctrine of sin at all. The world says, "Don't you DARE call it sin." To do so is political suicide.

Our Lord never got into politics. He got into hearts and souls. And this is where we lose our edge. We want to let people move the battleground to the arena of action only. The Gospel insists that the arena exists in a much deeper place.

The message of the Gospel is much more offensive than the fact that homosexual acts are sinful. The Gospel tells me that my BEST acts are sinful. That's why, of all the people in Israel in Jesus' day, no one hated Him more than the Pharisees, the religious leaders who were so sure of their own righteousness.

No matter what the question, don't get defensive. Go on the offense with the best offense the Gospel can offer. Because the best offense of the Gospel is one that you can't present arrogantly.

Here's what I hope I would say to Piers Morgan and all those who ask if homosexuality is a sin.

"Piers, you know what? I have something more offensive to say than that. What true Biblical Christianity teaches me is that sin is not just what a person does, it's who he is. Sin is part of my DNA. It infects everything I do, and not just the things that look bad. If I reach out my hand to give $5 to a homeless person, it was a sinful hand that gave the money, and a sinful heart that decided to do even that good act. The news of the Gospel is offensive not because it labels certain things as sins, but because it labels all of us as hopeless sinners in need of a Savior. Did you know that the Bible says that all of our righteousnesses are like filthy rags? That's all of the best things that you can do, Piers, and the best things that I can do. Filthy rags. That's why, though the word 'Gospel' means 'Good News,' it's only good news to people who are humble enough to look at themselves and say, "I am sinful and I need a Savior." The Gospel is the worst possible news, the most offensive news, to the proud person who wants to worship himself. God resists the proud. He gives His grace, His mercy, His forgiveness to the humble. So behind every heart that angrily asks, with fists clenched, 'Is such-and-such a sin?' lies a heart that is yelling at God, 'Don't you dare call ME a sinner.' But for those whose fists are unclenched, for those who see their own sinfulness and hate it, the Gospel is the best news of all, because it says, 'There is a Savior, and He came to earth and lived a perfect life and died a horrible death and rose from the dead to pay the price for all of my sin…ALL of it, no matter what that might look like when it's acted out. He came to die because of the sin that's in our DNA, that infects our very best acts and leaves us desperately lost. That's the Gospel. So don't waste my time with asking me, 'Is ______ (such-and-such) a sin?' No matter what you fill in the blank, the answer is the same. It's either an outright sin, or it's a good act that is still tainted with sin. We need the Savior because we are sinful to the core. All of us. I need the Savior…heterosexual, non-drinking, non-smoking, non-cussing, non-you-name-it me…I need the Savior. And Jesus Christ is that Savior. Those who believe that they are sinners, who know that they cannot impress a holy God, and who put their trust in Jesus to save them and forgive them and cleanse them and make them new, they are saved and forgiven and cleansed and made new because of His mercy. That's the message of true Christianity. And it's much more offensive than what you hoped I would say. Do you believe that you need the Savior, Piers?"

Prayer of an Earthen Vessel

2010-10-26T12:18:00.004-06:00

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I originally wrote this piece as an entry for the FaithWriters weekly challenge (4/25/08). The topic was "Mother."

Today I read back over it for the first time in a long time, and I find that my heart's cry has not changed. I hope that it is a blessing to others.

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God, I am so unworthy.
Who am I that you have entrusted me with these lives?
Eternal souls.
Eternal.
Souls.
How can such a sinful heart as mine
Lead other sinful hearts to You?
How can one so weak, so flawed
Hold in her hands three growing heirs of Heaven
Or Hell,
Three temporary shells of
Eternity encapsulated?
Who is equal to these things?
Not I, Lord. Not I.
God, my heart breaks.
I’ve failed, oh how I’ve failed!
And time is racing against me,
Always against me
Inexorable foe
Which has already defeated every mighty one who has gone before,
And I can only cast myself at Your feet and cry
“God, have mercy on me, a sinner
A mother.”
And the mercy for which I plead
Is for them, Lord, for them.
I cannot be what they need me to be.
The best I have to offer them
Is only dust and ashes
For that is what I am,
And it is what I will someday be again.
Help me, God,
For what I want to give them is You.
You, Lord of Forever, shining through me.
Priceless treasure in an earthen vessel,
Heaven’s greatest glory
Hidden under a bushel-basket of sinful self.
Oh God, You have wounded me
With love,
You have crushed me
With mercy.
Now please do whatever you must
To break even more
Until You shine through triumphantly
And I cast no dark shadow across the face of Your glory.
Open their eyes
To see Your blazing beauty
And not the sin which tries to hide You.
Use me to show them Yourself
No matter what it may cost me
For I believe in You
And I know
You are worth it all.
To love You in this way
Is what it means to be a bride
And a daughter.
To love them in this way
Is what it means to be
A mother.

Propping up Dagon

2010-08-11T16:06:00.003-06:00

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Those poor Philistines...

Their god was broken!

The trouble began after they defeated the Israelites and took away the Ark of Jehovah. What a coup that had been! And what more fitting thing could they have done than to bring the disgraced Ark into the temple of Dagon, their god, so that their god could enjoy looking at what he had conquered?

But things didn't turn out the way they'd hoped. The next morning, temple worshipers entered to find that their god had fallen down on its face before the Ark of Jehovah.

Well, that had proven embarrassing, but it had been a simple enough problem to resolve. Just get enough strong men to lift Dagon back up, and then the worship could go on, and all would be well, right?

Except the next morning, when the worshipers returned, they found Dagon prostrating himself before the Ark again, and this time his head and hands were broken off. Yet even after this, the Philistines still claimed Dagon as their deity.

We modern westerners shake our heads at the naiveté of our Philistine brothers of long ago (1 Sam 5:1-7). How could they be so foolish as to worship a statue, and to call something breakable "god?"

And yet God's Word tells us that we are guilty of all the things for which we judge others (Rom 2:1). And last night the Spirit brought the story of Dagon and the Ark to mind and convicted me with it.

I have no right to laugh at anyone. I have broken gods, and I have spent my life desperately trying to prop them up.

I'm willing to bet some of you have done the same.

"No," you may argue. "I don't worship anything that's broken in my life. I hate what's broken in my life!"

Really? Could it be that your hatred proves your worship? Why do you hate the broken things? Is it because you believe that their brokenness is the reason your life is unfulfilled? Doesn't that mean that you believe your fulfillment rests in the longed-for wholeness of those things?

If they were whole, life would be perfect.

Once you prop up Dagon, worship can go on, and all will be well, right? We can ignore the fragility and pretend it never happened.

Did it ever occur to you and me that, if something can be broken, it doesn't deserve the place of a god in our lives? It can't be the source of our soul's deepest needs.

What is my "Dagon?" What is yours? It is anything that we believe holds the key to our lives, our hopes, our dreams, our happiness, our fulfillment, our joy. It could be a certain person, a certain type of marriage or family situation, health for ourselves and our loved ones, a certain amount of money, or anything else.

For some of us, the idol hasn't been broken yet, and we choose to ignore the fact that it's fragile. Worship goes on unabated. But for others of us, the smashing has happened, and it hurts. Oh, how it hurts. We run frantically to pick up broken pieces, we search for the super glue, we sweat and strain and groan to put everything back together on its pedestal so life can go on again. It's our god, isn't it? We need it!

Even atheists have gods that they worship, though they would never call them by that name. But what is worship, if it is not the acknowledgment of the total worth of another, and our abject need of them? And what is a god, if it is not the person or thing that we worship?

Let's look back at the Biblical narrative. Not only had the Philistines' god been disgraced, but Jehovah had struck their city with terrible plagues. How did the Philistines handle their situation?

They acknowledged the superiority of Jehovah to Dagon (1 Sam 5:7), but did they bow before the True God? No, they decided to send Him away by sending away the Ark that represented His presence (1 Sam 5:11). And they created a new sacred ritual to worship the place where Dagon's broken body had landed (1 Sam 5:5).

Is anyone here going to argue that we do differently? What happens if we have to choose between obedient worship of God and whatever our idol might be? Which do we choose, especially in a knee-jerk moment?

How do we respond to God's call to rejoice in Him whatever our circumstances? Do we push Him away and tell Him we cannot possibly rejoice until we get all of the pieces glued back together? Do we resent Him for even implying that we should rejoice in Him when He hasn't fixed our idol for us?

Remember, the Ark of Jehovah sat there in the Temple while the worshipers of Dagon struggled to reassemble their god. The people ignored the Ark and did not worship Jehovah, and Jehovah did not help their repair efforts.

It would have been unloving for Him to have done so.

Last night, the Lord asked me to look at the broken, shattered pieces lying all around me, and He gently told me to stop trying to prop Dagon up.

Put down the shards. Turn around and look at Me. I am not broken, nor breakable. Your life might be easier with those pieces put together, but then you would worship them, and miss out on Me. Many unbelievers have the things you long for. Would you trade places with them? Do you really believe that these things you've spent your life longing for actually hold the key to life for you?

No, Lord. I had not realized that I was worshiping the image of a rebuilt idol. But I was, wasn't I? I believed everything depended on my fixing what was broken, or even on YOU fixing what was broken. Either way, my hope was in the wholeness of something other than You. But Your wholeness is eternal. I have been a fool. I do not need these things to be repaired. I only need you.

What does this mean in my life? Does it mean some sort of castle-in-the-sky spiritual aloofness? Do I tell others that they don't matter to me anymore, because I don't need them?

No, just the opposite. You see, worshipers are characterized by need. We need what our idols give us, whatever that may be. And when our idols prove to be less than infinitely rewarding (as idols inevitably do), we needy people tend to become demanding, self-centered, leechlike. The ugliness of our grasping may not be clear as long as we're getting what we want, but even so, we do not love as Christ loved. We love as the child loves the lollipop, as the addict loves the needle.

I love what you do for me. Period.

But what if I cease to have idols? What if I draw close enough to Christ to find my life in His infinite sufficiency? What if I no longer need to draw life from the people or things around me?

The closer I come to Christ, the less I will feel like hating the brokenness, or the broken people. They can't "let me down" if I am not demanding their wholeness to feed my soul. I will be patient with the brokenness, and will love the broken people, if I, in my own brokenness, find my life and my healing from Above. And ironically, when I cease demanding and start loving, God may use me to help heal the brokenness around me like never before, because my efforts will be acts of love, not attempts to rebuild an idol.

At least, that's what the Lord is showing me. Now to learn to live in the light of that truth…

I've got a long way to go.

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Yes, I've been gone a long time, and no, I didn't disappear off the planet. But life has happened, and life needs God's merciful intervention. Please pray for our family whenever you think of us. Thank you!

My Brother's Testimony

2010-06-08T20:59:00.002-06:00

Brother and sister, Rex and Betsy Lewis, 1982

My brother and I, not too surprisingly, share many things in common. One of those is having been saved much later in life than we originally thought.

This past Sunday my brother was re-baptized, so that he could experience baptism as a truly converted person. As part of the service he gave his testimony, and he has kindly given me his permission to share it here.

His life story, like mine, makes many people nervous because it underscores the tragic fact that false assurance really does happen to people. But it's vital for people like my brother and me to share our stories, because they can help others to examine themselves as the Scripture commands us to do.

I hope his testimony, given in its entirety below, blesses you as it blesses me.

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I grew up in a home that had a thin layer of what looked for all the world like Christianity, covering a mountain of hypocrisy. My parents were founding members of our church and we children rapidly learned how to fit in. I made a profession of faith at a very early age and became the poster child, so to speak, for our church; filled with promise for a fantastic future of service to God. I could clearly describe the Gospel of the death, burial and resurrection of Christ and believed the facts. But God had not wrought the truth of it in my heart. I guess you could sum up my view of things with the phrase, “God is really blessed to have me on His team.” The problem is, it was all a sham; a sham that even fooled me. I guess you could sum up God’s view of things the way Jesus did.

Mat 23:27, 28, “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful, but within are full of dead people’s bones and all uncleanness. So you also outwardly appear righteous to others, but within you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness.” Or, as He said later to the church in Sardis, “I know your works. You have the reputation of being alive, but you are dead.”

I waited until I was in Bible College to be baptized, mainly because my father believed that baptism was not for the Church age. At the time I was being baptized at a beach in the southern part of Pinellas County, the presence of two coast guard boats and a helicopter searching for a body made for a strange ambiance. Little did they know that right near their search grid, a dead man was being baptized.

With that foundation of hypocrisy firmly in place, I entered full time ministry. After “serving God” in Miami and Tampa, I began to prepare for overseas “service.” During that time of training and preparation, God opened my eyes to the pharisaism in my heart. I went through a major transition in my theology as God allowed me to learn the truth about many of the Scripture’s great doctrines. I don’t know why God chose to do things the way He did, perhaps he will let me know some day, perhaps He won’t. But the revelation of my hypocrisy was only the beginning of a period of over 10 years where I was in ministry but was unsaved for most of it. Though He taught me many wonderful things about the Gospel, He still had not made the Gospel’s effect real in me. I guess we could sum up my view of things during that time by saying, “I am so happy that I know these things.” But I think we could sum up God’s view of things by what Jesus said, John 5:39, 40, “You search the Scriptures because you think that in them you have eternal life; and it is they that bear witness about me, yet you refuse to come to me that you may have life.” I understood that Jesus had died and risen again because of my sin. I understood that I had to believe in Him, and I did believe. But I really didn’t know what it meant to repent. I didn’t know just how terrible my sin was that I needed to repent of. What’s more, God had not yet given me the sweet gift of repentance unto life. Gradually, I began to see my evil more clearly. I began to see it in the light of God’s holiness. It brought me to the place where I, though I wanted to be right with God, was willing to accept His eternal condemnation if only He would be glorified by it. It brought me to the place where I was hanging for my life on the truths that I had so confidently believed all those years.

Some time later, God challenged me with 2Co 13:5, “Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you?--unless indeed you fail to meet the test!”

What God revealed to me through that examination was that there is, indeed, a new dimension to my life. Although I still struggle with the flesh, the fear of man and the desire to impress, there is now something within me that operates on the level of eternity instead of time. For instance, instead of merely refraining from outwardly doing the evil that I secretly long to do, I sincerely long for sin to be defeated in me and long for the day when I will be totally free from it. Instead of just believing a set of doctrines, I now depend on their truth in my own life and seek to understand what they reveal about the character of my God. I really can’t nail down the moment when the change occurred. I only know that I can’t trace it back all that far. And I can rejoice that it has happened. I guess you could sum up God’s view of things now by what He said through the prophet Jeremiah, “I will give them a heart to know that I am the LORD,” and what He said through the writer to the Hebrews, “I will put my laws into their minds, and write them on their hearts, and I will be their God, and they shall be my people.” And I guess the best summary of my view is, “Thanks be to God for his inexpressible gift!”

Rex Lewis

When Shadows Aren't Enough

2010-05-31T10:56:00.001-06:00

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I could have sworn I had already posted this poem here on my blog, but I just searched for it in vain. And for some reason, I feel that I ought to post it now.

The Lord is bringing significant healing to my life, but I have a long way to go. And sometimes, especially for the sake of those who are still "in the valley," it is good to revisit the pain. Not for the sake of morbidity, but for encouragement. Because if God can bring me out of this valley, as deep as it was, He can bring anyone out of their valley too.

I wrote this poem back in 2006, when I had already been in my "valley" for about seven years. It took that long to be able to face the pain enough to put it into words.

The poem is about the time when my two-year-old son changed virtually overnight…from a seemingly normal toddler to an autistic stranger. It is called:

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When Shadows Aren't Enough

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…

My son is lost in that valley.
He died. He lives.
Two years old.
Toddling
Pointing
Tearing into Christmas presents
Voicing his thoughts with newly-learned words.
Adorable, squeezable, lovable, loved.
Phillip.

Gone.

His words give way to screaming.
Endless, throat-tearing screaming.
Little body stiff in my arms.
Twelve, fourteen, eighteen hours each day
His shrieks rake my ears, shred my soul
Screaming, and screaming, and screaming.
For months.

Hands forget how they once played.
Now they flap before a stranger’s eyes
No longer willing to meet my own.

Sleep mocks me.
Hope perishes.
Sanity flees.
Nothing exists but screaming, and screaming, and screaming
And three little faces who look to me
To give them life
While I am dying.

I reel in this valley of death that is not death.
Through? There is no “through.”
I sink to my knees
But find no comfort there.
No God
And no strength to rise again.

The air in this valley
Fills lungs with dust
Parches them with dread
Not the fear that death will come,
But that it will not.

“If You have any compassion at all
Be done with shadows which bring no relief!
Let this be simply the valley of death.
End it all. Please just end it all.”

Our breaths keep coming.
His rip the air with cries of torment.

Mine can only breathe, “I hate You, God. I hate You.”

Slowly the horror abates
But endless months in the shadow of death
Have transformed me into a shadow of life.
I am hollow.
Nothing remains of me.
I am without form, void, in darkness.

The Spirit hovers
He has little to work with.
The fragments He finds are seething with rage
At Him.

He sings, and I weep.
I don’t want to, but I do.
He praises, and I feel it.
Sometimes I can even join in, feebly
Pushing the words out past thick clouds of fury.

I am so glad I still can.
Because if He is life
Then a shadow of life is not enough
Not in a place such as this.

I stagger to my feet
And risk a few unsteady steps.
For I do not hate life
Or the One who is Life
But only the shadow that hides Him from me
Here in this valley.

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Now, the post script. Ten years after my son and I entered that valley together, God has restored both of us in ways I could never have imagined. Yes, my son is still autistic and bipolar. Barring a miracle, he always will be. Yes, he relies on powerful medications to keep him at a functional level of emotional stability. But he is a beacon of hope; a hopping, jumping, hand-flapping miracle who sings God's praises sometimes for hours on end. His growing faith is precious and inspirational. He is one of God's precious diamonds, and the gleam is already sparkling despite the surrounding coal.

What's more, God led me into that valley as a self-deceived lost person, someone who believed herself saved but had never been born again. He led me out of it as His daughter.

For many years I would have told you that I hated the valley, and that it was proof that God hated me. Now I would not trade it for anything. I'm glad it's in the rearview mirror, and I hope I never have to walk through it, or one like it, again. But if I do, may I remember God's faithfulness through it all, and may I be comforted by the knowledge that He brings the greatest good out of the worst trials.

And God grant that the same may be true for you.

The Faith of a Mustard Seed

2010-05-26T12:57:00.001-06:00

"Assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you." (Matt 17:20)

What is the faith of a mustard seed?

Sometimes people add a few words to this verse. They say, "Faith the size of a mustard seed." They take this verse to mean that even small faith can do large things. And there may be truth in that. But Jesus didn't say anything about the size of the seed in this passage. He said, "If you have faith as a mustard seed."

So what is that? Whatever it is, it is supposed to enable me to move mountains.

On a clear day, if I walk just a little way from my home, I can see the towering, perennially snowcapped twins called Long's Peak and Meeker. Now, I am a person of growing faith, but I have no desire to "put God to the test" by ordering those giants to move (Mat 4:7). If I did decide to try it, those mountains would doubtless stay put. And it's a good thing, too. Could you imagine the chaos if people went around literally rearranging geography all the time?

Prosperity preachers and their "Name it and claim it" devotees would tell me that if I had more faith, those folks in the mountains would have reason to tremble in their shoes. But I must ask them, "Is that your definition of faith? Does faith really mean getting all of your selfish whims and desires fulfilled, without any thought to God's plans for the world, for history, for the people who would be affected by your actions? Does faith mean telling God to move over so you can sit on His throne and be in charge instead of Him?"

God forbid that I should ever have such power! Yes, my faith gives me the power to move mountains…but only the mountains that God wants me to move. Aren't you glad to know that, mountain folk?

People of true faith in the one true God do not wish to move any mountains that the Lord wants left alone. Oh, they might long for the day when those mountains move, but they are not willing to step an inch outside of God's will in order to satisfy their own desires. (Or, if they do try to sinfully move those mountains themselves, God graciously refuses to let them succeed.) People of faith trust God's plan for where things are supposed to be. They do not want to usurp God's place, or to turn their religion into a maniacal power trip.

But if God tells them to move a mountain, they speak to it with confidence.

And it moves.

God gives us faith to accomplish His will, not our own. And true faith wouldn't want it any other way. True faith sees God on the throne, and is content to have Him there.

It is mustard-seed faith.

What is the faith of a mustard seed? It's a faith that says, "Oh, I'm a mustard seed. So that means that God wants me to be a mustard plant. He gives me His rain, His sunshine, His dirt, and His air, and everything I need to grow into what He designed me to be. And that's exactly what I want to do." And it does it.

Mustard seeds do not try to be dandelions, roses, oaks, or eagles. Nor do they transplant themselves from wherever God placed them, longing for some source of provision other than His. They are content to use what God gives them in order to grow into what God designed them to be.

Some people have been planted in horrible soil. Hard, rocky, and inconveniently located (say…right next to a blast-furnace, perhaps?) Everything in them wants to be somewhere else, growing into something else.

But let me say it again. Despite the pain and tears, despite the longing for a better day, mustard seed faith is content to use what God gives it in order to grow into what God designed it to be. This is the kind of faith that our Lord commends.

God may have planned to make me a literal mountain-mover, but probably not. I doubt that the residents of Meeker have anything to worry about. So if I'm not supposed to be a mountain-mover, what did God design me to be?

At the very least, He designed me to be my husband's wife, and my children's mother…and to do so with a heart full of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, and self-control.

Suddenly, moving mountains looks less impossible. In fact, compared to my actual assignment, making Long's Peak tiptoe to the East might be relatively simple.

My heart is evil. The amount of wickedness I've seen in my own heart has been sufficient to make me despair of it without an outright miracle. And God tells me that my heart is a whole lot worse than even I realize (Jer 17:9). I need divine help to become anything worth being.

Am I content to use what God gives me as I grow in this life? Will I access His love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, meekness, and self-control for my protection and strength? Or will I seek to transplant myself into the world's soil, drawing up its hatred and rage and deceit and selfishness as my sources of power and safety?

Am I content to be what He designed me to be, or would I rather be something else, something modeled after my flesh's desires and cut from the world's pattern? Am I content to grow into a mere mustard plant, unnoticed, on harsh ground?

Lest you accuse me of setting my sights too low, let me remind you that mustard seeds have no idea what is going to become of them. In fact, Jesus did mention the size of mustard seeds in another passage. He said that though they are very small seeds, yet they grow up and become larger than all the other plants in the garden (Mark 4:31-32).

And God's Word tells us that we, too, do not know what we're going to grow into. But it gives us a hint…and if we let it sink in, it will blow our minds.

"Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is" (1 John 3:2 NKJV).

We shall be like Him.

WE shall be like Him. "We" means little folks like us, wholly undeserving little bits of matter that look like nothing in the world's eyes, but who are precious in the eyes of God because of our faith in Christ.

We SHALL be like Him. "Shall" means it's going to happen. It is a promise from the mouth of God, and it will not fail.

We shall BE like Him. "Be" is a state of existence, and this particular "be" is eternal in its scope. If we're drawing our life from the Vine (John 15:5-6), then our eternal state will be more glorious than we can imagine. Heaven isn't just about what we will enjoy. It's also about who we will become!

We shall be LIKE Him. Restored to being flawless image-bearers, like Adam and Eve were, except even better…because we won't ever sin!

We shall be like HIM! Like Jesus. Like the One we are growing to love more than anyone or anything on earth. Like the one whose glories will be the joy of Heaven forever.

This is the future that God had in mind when He fashioned the DNA of the little seeds called "you," fellow believers, and "me." It is the future that He planned for when He planted us in the soil we now find ourselves rooted in…and when He planted us in yesterday's soil, and in tomorrow's too. It is the future He is preparing for us as He buffets us with every wind of adversity, tries us with every drought, and refreshes us with every Spring rain. It is the future that He provides for, when He develops His likeness ever-so-slowly in us throughout this life (See Gal 5:22-23).

God grant us mustard-seed faith, a faith that is content to use what He provides (scorning other sources), in order to become what He designed us to be (scorning other outcomes).

I don't know about you, but at the end of this day I'd rather be able to look back and see increasing love in my heart, increasing joy, increasing peace (and all the other fruits), than to look back at any feats of geographical gerrymandering.

To know that the pains and heartaches and joys and efforts of today are preparing me to be like Him for eternity…what could be more glorious?

Protected and Strengthened…by Meekness

2010-05-03T14:57:00.001-06:00

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There are nine different types of spiritual fruit listed in Gal 5:22-23. I've devoted a blog entry to how we are protected and strengthened by love, and one entry to how the same blessings are bestowed through joy.

I don't plan to devote an entire entry to each of the nine types of fruit. But I do want to give a little "bullet point" summary of how I can see God protecting and strengthening us through each of the nine. Then I want to devote the rest of this entry to one fruit in particular: meekness.

First, the summary of how God works on our behalf when he develops His fruit in us:

Love – protects me from sinning against God and others, and from missing out on the joy of fellowship with both. As He teaches me to love my enemies, He protects me from taking revenge, and from failing under persecution or mistreatment. These protections strengthen me to do right, to live fully, to risk the radical way of the cross.
Joy – protects me from depression, despair, anger, and surliness. It strengthens me to bless others in the midst of difficult circumstances.
Peace – protects me from withdrawal, isolation, fearful self-protection, and the resulting neglect of my family and my duties. It strengthens me to face the world instead of hiding from it.
Patience – protects me from explosive temper, exasperation, quitting, and discouraging others. It strengthens me to keep on plugging away when I'm tempted to give up.
Kindness – protects me from merely theoretical Christianity. It engages my hands, my feet, my heart, and my smile in the service of the Gospel.
Goodness – protects me from the love of sin, and from believing its lies. It strengthens me to resist temptation.
Faithfulness – protects me from breaking promises and hearts, from the shame of failure, from loss of eternal reward. Strengthens me to do even hard, repetitive, or boring work.
Meekness – protects me from turning to the wrong sources of strength, and from the abuse of power. Gives me strength to do eternal good, rather than just having a temporary illusion of control.
Self-Control – protects me from the tyranny of my ever-shifting moods. Strengthens me to go on even when my moods say otherwise.

So there you have my list. I hope it helps. Now let's look at one fruit in particular: meekness.

I chose not to use the translation "gentleness," since that doesn't really capture the essence of what meekness is. (I read a very helpful blog entry about true meekness here. I hope you'll check it out.)

Meekness is not weakness. It is not "being a doormat." Jesus most certainly was not one of those! Oswald Chambers says:

For the Christian, meekness requires submitting our will to the Master. Meekness is not submitting to everyone around us; it is taking our direction from God. Meekness means that we do not have to defend our rights, but we allow the Lord to defend us. Meekness means a life that is submissive to the Holy Spirit, giving Him the freedom to make any changes He knows are necessary. Meekness involves a self-control that comes from trusting God. Meekness demonstrates an attitude of long-suffering that allows God to deal with the injustices we face.

Though I've read many such helpful discussions of meekness in my life, none have particularly inspired me.

Remember a few entries ago when I talked about having a disconnection between what I believe and how I live? I'm finding that the short-circuit happened because I misunderstood several key things. I thought the characteristics of godly living (including the development of godly fruit) would make me weak, not strong. I needed godliness in order to have a certain quality of walk with Christ, but I needed strength to survive my life. Survival always won, hands down. And that meant that godliness quickly fell by the wayside whenever I needed to feel strong and in control.

But now God is teaching me two vital new truths.

My greatest need for strength is not so that I can stand against circumstances or people that hurt me. It's so that I can stand against sin and persist in walking with Christ.
Godliness gives me the strength I need to pursue my greatest need.

Of all the pains in my life, none hurt as much as regret. And all of my deepest regrets in life come from my own sin. Every one, without exception. None come from circumstances, or from the sins that others have committed against me. It took me decades to see the truth of that, but it's absolutely a fact.

And I have committed most, if not all of my sins in a mistaken quest for power, for control, for autonomy over my own life. And so have you.

No, I'm not what most people would call a power-hungry person, and you probably aren't either. We're not out trying to become the billionaire movers and shakers of this world. But we do want control over what happens to us, so we can minimize pain and maximize pleasure. And most of our sins pursue those two goals.

Most of our regrets and most of life's pain come from the sins we've committed in those pursuits. We've sought strength from the wrong sources and for the wrong reasons.

Meekness protects us from that mistake.

When God develops meekness in me, He protects me from turning to the wrong sources of strength, and from the abuse of power.

Do you see it? Meekness is not weakness! It is a refusal to turn to the wrong sources of power, which we pursue for the wrong reasons. Meekness recognizes that there is only one power worth pursuing, and that's God's power. He gives it to us in our pursuit of godly love, and godly joy, and godly peace, and godly patience…and all of the ways in which we seek to have a godly influence in this world.

Everything we gain by worldly, selfish power will burn up on judgment day. It is wood, hay, and stubble. But everything we do by the power of God's Spirit, working through the fruit that He develops in us, will shine forth as gold forever. That's why a truly meek person would rather appear powerless for a time than appear strong by sinning. When Jesus appeared powerless while Roman soldiers nailed Him to a cross, He was in fact performing a feat of heroic strength. He stayed and accepted what He could have prevented, and who can measure how much strength that required? And then, through what looked like weakness, He single-handedly defeated all the power of Hell, for all eternity.

And this hero is the holder of the Name above all names, upon whom all honor will be bestowed for all eternity. And He says to us:

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. (Matt 11:29 KJV)

I don't know about you, but I want to discover the glorious power of this meekness. And I want the protection it offers from all the heartache I bring on myself when I pursue what the world wrongly calls strength.

Lord Jesus, teach me how to embrace Your yoke and learn meekness from You. Amen!

Strengthened and Protected…by Joy

2010-05-02T22:54:00.001-06:00

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I need this one to sink deeply into my heart today.

It has been a day of painful awareness…of stark realities that, frankly, frighten and sadden me.

No, no dreadful medical diagnoses, or other such troubles. My concerns are of a sort that have troubled many people (if not most) throughout all of history. The details don't matter. You have your own troubles to bring to this reading.

Despair and depression beckon. I know their voices well. But I don't intend to answer their call.

No, I'm not "toughening up." I'm not counseling myself to "Keep a stiff upper lip," "Don't Worry, Be Happy," or "Just have faith that everything will be okay." I don't have time to waste on false "help."

I need real joy. Not the kind that we humans can pluck on our own heartstrings, but the kind that vibrates in sympathy with Heaven. The kind that plays forth from a stroke of the Master's hand.

I need joy for protection, and for strength.

When God develops joy in me, He protects me from depression, despair, anger, and surliness.

I don't need the kind of joy that denies reality. I don't need the protection of a hiding place. I need the kind of joy-armor that puts a smile on my lips as I head into a battle called "tomorrow." I need a joy that can weep with the genuine sorrows of life, but still rejoice in the divine "Nevertheless."

"The joy of the LORD is your strength." (Neh 8:10b)

I can honestly say that I'm not accustomed to praying for joy. I couldn't have done so until recently. Tender emotions were for suckers, remember? So asking for joy would have made me feel downright idiotic.

Oh, I accepted joy when God sent it, and gladly. And He has sent it; sometimes in the beauty of His creation, sometimes in prayer, sometimes in the glory of a soul-dance called Sign Language. But somehow whenever joy has passed, I have tended to see its passing as proof that I was a fool to have entertained it at all.

Sucker. I don't know when or how that word took such deep root in my soul. It wasn't used in my childhood home. But I feel the scorn of it even now, knowing that, when I'm through writing this, I'm going to hit my knees and pray for joy. I think the request will stick in my throat at first, but only for a moment. God is working change in this middle-aged heart. I will ask for joy, knowing that it is His will to give it to me. How could He not want to grow the Fruit of His own Spirit?

I will ask for joy to protect me from depression, from despair, from anger, and from surliness. I will ask Him to give me joy to keep me from committing all of the sins that attend those heart attitudes, and from all of the regrets that would follow. I will ask for joy to strengthen me to persevere and even to thrive right here where God has placed me. I will ask for it to bless everyone around me, especially those who once felt my strength only as anger. And I will ask for joy to be buttressed by love, and peace, and by all of the other facets of God's spiritual fruit.

And I will not close my heart against joy when He gives it. Joy is not for suckers. It is for those who step into His presence (Ps. 16:11).

That's where I want to live.

Protected and Strengthened…by Love

2010-05-01T23:14:00.001-06:00

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Nothing draws me like the feeling of being warmly, strongly loved and cared for. The thought of loving protection makes me melt.

So when the Spirit of God nudged me to "Re-think the Fruit of the Spirit in terms of how God protects you," I was eager to go.

According to Gal.5:22-23, the first facet of this "Fruit of the Spirit" is love.

Now, it's easy to see how God's love for me would involve protection. Isn't that what a loving Father does? But how does God protect me by growing love in me?

Sometimes, before we can understand protection, we have to understand our enemy. Imagine, for example, that I went to a remote, "Stone Age" tribe and handed a warrior a small, funny-smelling bit of cloth. Suppose I told him it was for his protection. He'd probably laugh me to scorn and use it in playful mock fights with other strapping fellows like himself. But if he came to understand that the funny smell was mosquito repellant, and that the "enemy" was mosquito-borne malaria, he would no longer laugh.

When I went through some of the hard times that I described yesterday, I thought my painful circumstances were my enemies. And when God didn't change them, I concluded that He hadn't protected me. But now, ten years down the road (and counting), I perceive a completely different enemy. My problem isn't my circumstances, but my inability to cope with them, much less triumph in them. The enemy is within me.

Now, that's not to downplay the severity of some of the challenges I face. But when I think how much better my circumstances could now be if I had been a different person for the past ten years, I'm reminded of that famous old quote…

"We have met the enemy, and he is us."

I do not find myself daily lamenting autism or bipolar disorder or the other challenges that make our family unique. Instead, I find myself lamenting how I sin against my family, how I inadvertently fail them, how their futures are already more challenged because of those failings, and how I lack the wisdom to do better.

No, I'm not talking about "beating myself up," so please don't write and tell me to go easier on myself. I'm just explaining that I see the real enemy more clearly than I used to. And he is me…not that I'm an evil person, but that I'm an ordinary, flawed, flesh-and-blood, finite, fallible sinner like everybody else. My family needs more than I can give them.

When I think about God's protection, it no longer looks like "taking my kids' special needs away." It looks like strengthening me to do His will where I live, because that will help my family thrive. It looks like feeding my soul where it would otherwise starve.

And so we come back to love.

When God develops love in me, He protects me from sinning against Himself and others, and from missing out on the joy of fellowship with both.

I would be hard-pressed to tell you any sin that I have committed that has not been, at the very least, a failure of love. If God changes me so that I love more deeply, imagine the sins that He will have protected me from committing, and the regrets he will have kept me from feeling! Imagine how my family would be protected from those sins!

And remember, this protection isn't like a hiding place. This protection is like armor, meant to be worn on a battlefield where the enemy is not made of flesh and blood. With God's love filling me I am not protected from others, per se, but I am protected from the sin inside myself that would cause me to fail spiritually, to cause harm and shame.

Because I'm protected, I'm strengthened and emboldened. Imagine how much I could bless my family with more of His love filling my soul!

Remember yesterday I said I had been at an impasse for much of my parenting career, because I felt I had to choose between loving and being tough enough to handle life? Remember how "toughness" always came from anger, squelched tenderness, and made life miserable for everyone?

God, my protector and strengthener, is showing me a different source of strength. His love, growing in me, increasingly protects me from the worst things I could be and the worst things I could do…and this protection gives me courage to face more than I could before. Love and strength are no longer in opposition. They are two sides of the same coin. The impasse is being resolved.

I'm praying for fruit much more than for relief. I'm no longer squashing my tender feelings or rejecting them as "weak." Instead, I get to rejoice in them and be strengthened by them. This is radical, guys.

Of course He has a lot of work left to do, and He will until He takes me home to Glory. But already I'm seeing new hope springing up in me, because I see exciting possibilities. Already my children are starting to respond to a Mom who draws more strength from love than she used to.

I rejoice, because God is so good!

Your turn, dear reader. Are there any ways you'd like to be protected or strengthened by a new work of God's love in your heart? Do you have a testimony of how godly love in your soul has already given you safety or strength? I'd love to hear from you, so please leave a comment below.

Protection and Strength

2010-04-30T14:01:00.002-06:00

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"Life's tough, so you'd better get over it!"

"Oh, boo-hoo, you enjoy being depressed!"

It doesn't take long for a child to figure out she's on her own. And it doesn't take long for her to come up with her own emotional survival strategies. But of course she's only a child, and a sinner to boot. Her strategies are fatally flawed, but she can't see that. By the time she's a woman, they've become an unquestioned part of who she is, and they feel like life to her.

Toughen up. Shut down the tender feelings that make a sucker out of you. And don't expect help from anybody. In fact, keep 'em all at arm's length, or they'll suck you dry with their demands. Just show them the smile and move on. Handle life on your own.

That attitude is so deeply ingrained in me that I've never really examined it until recently. Of course toughness is necessary for survival, so of course it's loving. Of course tenderness is for suckers. (Never mind how deeply I long for it!)

What do you do when life brings you more than you can handle? If you were raised like I was, you know that God is up there. And though you don't believe He loves you personally, you do know that you once prayed the right prayer to take advantage of God's legal loophole and get forgiven. So when you need something, you pray. And pray. And pray.

But what if God doesn't answer? What if your precious toddling son really is gone, replaced by this look-alike who has lost all of his personality, who does nothing but scream day in and day out until you have no nerves left to fry? What if there are diagnoses that leave you without hope for his future…and then you find out your older son has something similar?

And what if God doesn't do anything about it, no matter how you plead, no matter how obviously you're drowning?

If you're like me, you go into hiding. You build walls. You avoid as much of reality as you possibly can. People don't help, and now you know that God won't, either. The circumstances just never change, and they don't look like they ever will. How could they? Autism and Bipolar Disorder don't go away. Medications only help a little. How can I be the mother these children need?

The answer echoes from my own childhood. Toughen up, wimp! That's the only way to cope and be what they need you to be. And so I try, but it's not in me. I can't shut off what's good inside my soul, even if I believe that "toughness" is the most loving thing I can do.

Can anything be more paralyzing than finding none of life's options to be livable?

Something inside of me sobs for a protector, but there isn't one. I learned that when God didn't change what was killing me. So nothing remains but to try to make the inner sobs shut up. Pour contempt on them. Crybaby! Wimp! Nobody's going to protect you but you. So hide. Hide. Hide.

Computer solitaire, anyone? Or how about catching up on Christian blogs, or the latest news? Has another day disappeared already?

Sometimes I venture out of my hiding place. The calendar keeps flipping. Children keep growing. The past is a blur. Opportunities have disappeared forever. The future makes huge demands, and I've got to be tough to meet them. My family needs me to be stronger! So I try, but toughness requires anger and kills all softness in me. And it's so ugly! I hate it. My family hates it. I can't bear to keep it up for long. Before I know it, I'm sinking back into escapism, knowing I've failed again because I'm not strong enough.

Of course, during all of the lonely years, God hasn't really been absent. He has thrown away all religious nonsense about "legal loopholes" and has introduced me to Himself. He has brought friends into my life, and has taught me to trust and enjoy them, and even to be there for them. He has allowed my most autistic child to progress in ways I never would have imagined. He has allowed me to be fed wonderful spiritual food from different sources. He has grown my faith tremendously.

But still, as I mentioned yesterday, there has always been a radical disconnection between my faith and my life. It's not that I'm living in any gross sin. It's just that I still don't have the strength to face my responsibilities.

But just a few days ago a thought popped into my head that could only have come from God. It's too foreign to my way of thinking for me to have manufactured it myself.

Re-think the Fruit of the Spirit in terms of how God protects you.

The part of my soul that sobs for a protector sat up and took notice right away. And God must have done some cultivating to prepare my heart's soil for that little seed, because it seems to be taking root.

It dawned on me that protection isn't synonymous with hiding. (That's a paradigm-shattering notion right there!) Protection can be like armor in the middle of a battle. It can make even a coward rush toward the enemy, can keep a weak man from being skewered, and can preserve a strong man to fight another day.

Then it dawned on me that, if protection can make you strong and brave, then maybe you don't need ugly, soul-killing, tenderness-squelching, angry "toughness" in order to face life's challenges.

Maybe, "Be strong in the Lord" doesn't mean what I thought it meant at all. Maybe it doesn't mean "believe the right things and carry a big stick."

Could this "gotta be tough" mindset be the false belief system that has been holding me back? I've been praying for God to teach me to walk in His grace…is this part of His answer?

This is beginning to sound exciting! Maybe there's a way to be strong and loving! Do you suppose?

And maybe…maybe if protection doesn't look the way I expected it to look, then perhaps it's because it's suited for a totally different enemy than the one I thought I was fighting. Had I mis-identified my opponent?

And if I was wrong about my opponent and about what protection looks like, then was I wrong to conclude that God had failed to protect me? Could I really scrap my forlorn conviction that I have to go it alone?

And how does the Fruit of the Spirit figure into all of this? (I know, I had planned to elaborate on that today, but I've already made this entry long enough just by laying the groundwork. Tomorrow then, okay?)

Confusing Ends with Means

2010-04-29T13:19:00.001-06:00

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I've been gone awhile.

Not "gone" as in "traveling," but as in "out of commission." Life's stresses built up to the point where writing was out of the question.

There is a time to keep silence and a time to speak (Ecc 3:7), and this was definitely a time for me to keep quiet and listen.

Some of you were used by God to speak to me during this time. You may or may not know it, but I do. More importantly, God does, and you will not lose your reward (Matt 10:42).

So why is it time to write again? Because He has given me a focus, a direction, some things to work through. I write to learn, more than to teach. I desperately need the content He gives me, and the chance to pass it along to someone else is pure gravy.

And what is He wanting to teach me? For starters, it's that my spiritual focus has been wrong. I've been focusing more on external circumstances than on internal realities. And when I've tried to deal with internals, I've done it mainly with an eye toward changing my circumstances. That hasn't been my conscious motivation, but it was my motivation nonetheless.

Now, there's nothing wrong with praying about (and dealing with) circumstances. We do not have because we do not ask (James 4:2). But sometimes, God gives a different answer than the one we were hoping for. Sometimes He says to us, like He said to the Apostle Paul, that our pain has a good purpose, and that He intends for it to continue (2 Co 12:8-9).

Whatever my spiritual direction has been, it hasn't been sufficient to prepare me for an answer like the one Paul got. I have regularly stumbled, gotten discouraged, and quit in the face of overwhelming and unrelenting difficulties. My spirituality was beautiful in theory, but it couldn't stand up to the realities of my life. That's one reason why I've found it so much easier to read and write my faith than to pick up a scrub brush with it.

I'm not talking about hypocrisy. I have believed, deeply. But there has been a radical disconnection between my head's belief and my heart's life, and I haven't been able to figure out why.

I could live out my faith if only they would…

I would be loving, but it's all so overwhelming…

Paul stopped praying for relief when God explained to him that His grace was sufficient. But I fear that my heart has been saying, "Sorry, God. Your grace is not sufficient for me. I need relief!"

What if life never stops being overwhelming? Is my spiritual walk really to be held hostage, only to be released when things become manageable for me? Why have I resorted to escapism and other sins so often? What has made me feel that I couldn't do what I knew God wanted me to do? Why would I turn away from love, from patience, from kindness when things got rough?

Could it be that, even though I "know better," I have been judging the value of godliness based on whether or not it changed my circumstances?

What if godliness isn't supposed to be a means to an end? What if it is the end that we are to seek?

Of course it is. I know that, at least in my head. But in my heart I've been screaming, "Life can't go on like this! I can't go on like this!"

And so, I quickly resort to the things that bring me relief, or that I hope will change my circumstances, even if they're not godly.

God hasn't told me to stop praying for circumstantial relief, so I will continue to do so. But relief may end up coming in a package that has nothing to do with a change in circumstances.

Maybe relief comes from a change in me. Godliness may turn out to be its own reward, if I give it a chance.

Tomorrow I want to write down some thoughts I've been having about how godliness (specifically, the Fruit of the Spirit) can help me, even if it doesn't change my circumstances at all. It won't be the wisdom of experience, because I don't have enough experience. But it will be the sorts of truths that I want to tell myself, the sorts of beliefs I want to encourage. Maybe they'll help others, too.

Quotables for 3/5/10

2010-03-05T09:50:00.001-07:00

"I have noticed among domestic servants one very common reason of unsettlement. It is that they do not know who is the mistress and have to take orders from half a dozen people. And all of us are servants in God's house, and always in our service we shall be irritable unless there be one voice we must obey and one will which gives us all our orders. That was the meaning of the peace of Job. He saw God always, and he saw Him everywhere. "The Lord hath given, and the Lord hath taken away," said Job, "blessed be the name of the Lord." It was not God today and fate tomorrow. It was not heaven in the morning and blind chance at night. Through light and shadow it was God to Job, and that was one secret of his rest. So is it with us all. To have many masters is always to be restless." ~ G.H. Morrison

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"No one can serve two masters."

(Jesus, Matt 6:24)

Christian Brainwashing?

2010-03-01T16:12:00.001-07:00

I continue to feel troubled by the recent events surrounding the death of Lydia Schatz, and by the fact that so many in Christian circles defend the often abusive "discipline" methods of Michael and Debi Pearl. While I don't intend to write an entire series on the subject, I do feel the need to look at this nightmarish story from another angle.

Would you ever dream of hiring a North Vietnamese Communist prison warden or a Stalinist "re-educator" to babysit your children? Would you feel that such a "caregiver" would be worth having because of the dramatic results he could bring about? If he showed you a nice face sometimes, would it make the terrible stuff more acceptable? Do the ends justify the means? After all, just think how quickly he could change your children and make them behave!

Preposterous, right? We pray for our children to be miraculously made new by the Spirit of God, not brainwashed into mindless submission, right?

Right?

Listen to this synopsis of the stages of brainwashing (to get the full version, click on the link):

Assault on identity (loss of sense of self; weakened beliefs and values; malleability.)
Guilt (the belief that torture is deserved.)
Self-betrayal (a break with all ties of loyalty to the past)
Breaking point (extreme emotional breakdown accompanied by the fear of total annihilation of the self.)
Leniency (makes the victim feel deeply grateful toward their torturer.)
The compulsion to confess (Strong attachment to the torturer and the desire to please them by agreeing with them about one's own wrongness.)
Channeling of Guilt and Re-education (really two steps in which the person continues the process of casting off their old self as a way to release guilt, and adapting their identity to the torturer's will.)
Progress and harmony (the victim finds peace and friendship and relief of suffering as a reward for becoming what their torturer wants them to be.)
Final confession and rebirth (Complete and total self-renunciation and total allegiance to the brainwasher.)

Now listen to some of the Pearl's views on discipline in general, and then read the following description of how he would deal with an angry child (I will add comments, though I doubt you'll need them):

"I could break his anger in two days. He would be too scared to get angry."

(He doesn't elaborate on what he would do in these two days, but if you've read the links above, you know it won't be pretty. When you consider the fear-based control and his other writings on corporal punishment, there can be little doubt it's torture, assault on identity, guilt, and everything else that leads up to the "breaking point" that comes next. If that sounds far-fetched, here's another quote from Michael Pearl: "it [the object used for punishment] will absolve the child of guilt, cleanse his soul, and give him a fresh start…" Funny, I thought that was what Jesus did, not what the Rod did. When the Rod becomes the savior, of course the brainwasher will wield it vigorously!)

"On the third day he would draw into a quiet shell and obey."

(That was obviously the breaking point. Can you not see the empty faces of abused children who've withdrawn into a shell? Is this what Jesus did with little children? Is this what we want for them?)

"On the fourth day I would treat him with respect and he would respond in kind."

(Clearly that's the "leniency" phase of the brainwashing.)

"On the fifth day the fear would go away and he would relax because he would have judged that as long as he responds correctly there is nothing to fear. On the sixth day he would like himself better and enjoy his new relationship to authority. On the seventh day I would fellowship with him in some activity that he enjoyed. On the eight day he would love me and would make a commitment to always please me because he valued my approval and fellowship. On the ninth day someone would comment that I had the most cheerful and obedient boy that they had ever seen. On the tenth day we would be the best of buddies."

Do I even need to point out the steps leading to "progress and harmony," and then to "Final confession and rebirth?" Can there be any question that this method is brainwashing?

Now tell me, do you believe that Jesus and Chairman Mao drew from the same wells? Or can you picture Jesus in a Viet Cong uniform?

Parent, if the change in your child is something you forced upon them, it has nothing to do with salvation! The good works of true Christianity are described as "fruit," which grows naturally from our attachment to Christ as the "Vine." A parent's job is to teach the truth, to provide reasonable discipline, to encourage, to model, to plead, to warn, to pray, and pray, and pray, and pray.

A parent's job is never to torture and brainwash. Does that really need to be said? Apparently it does.

If Jesus' way is the same one employed by communist torturers in the Korean or Vietnam wars, then what is unique about Christ? How is He superior to an interrogator at the Hanoi Hilton? How is He honored by the use of the same techniques we Americans so deplored when the enemy used them against our captured soldiers?

Is a child made righteous if he does good works in shackles and under the pain of the lash? No? Then how is he made righteous when he does good works under mental and emotional bondage and under the pain of the lash? Either way, it's force and fear, not a transformed nature, which causes the child to comply.

Parents, there is a world of difference between a desire and a goal. A goal is something we intend to make happen. And we cannot make our children trust in Christ. We cannot make them believe. We can lead, we can pray, we can teach, we can instruct, we can give discipline, but we cannot force trust and faith. If we try to do so, we push our children further away from God, no matter how much external conformity we may force to happen.

The World's Most Dangerous People

2010-02-25T14:29:00.001-07:00

I don't do many posts on current events. But one has caught my eye and my heart this week, and I feel I cannot remain silent about it.

If you read many Christian blogs, you've probably already heard about 7 year-old Lydia Schatz. She was being raised by what were, by all accounts, a very sweet, loving set of Christian parents. And she was horrifically, torturously murdered by those parents.

In an effort to save her soul.

Let me say it again. The parents who systematically, coolly beat that little girl to death were quite normal, well-liked people in the Christian and homeschooling circles where they lived their lives. And their decision to beat the child the way they did was based on the teachings of a couple named Michael and Debi Pearl, who are apparently very popular in conservative Christian circles.

How can this be? How does it happen? Because from what I'm reading, the Schatzes were no different from a whole lot of Conservative Christians. And I say that as a conservative Christian homeschooler myself.

What happened? Did they "snap," as many are describing it?

I don't think they did.

I think they beat that child because they had come to believe that that's what love does. Worse, they believed that that's what God wanted them to do.

A blogger called "Water Lilly" says it best (emphasis added by me):

The plumbing-supply-line whippings went on for several hours. To me, this would indicate that it is more likely that the parents were calm rather than angry. I’ve been angry with my children…but that anger burns hot and FAST… Anger and rage are exhausting, and they don’t last long...I want to suggest that only two types of people will beat their children for hours. The first type are sadists who enjoy hurting others… The second type are parents who desperately care for their children and their eternal salvation. They believe that this world is but fleeting, and that their children’s eternal salvation is the most important parenting goal.

I know from reading a few more of her entries that "Water Lilly" cares as deeply about the salvation of her children as any godly parent does. Indeed, any truly godly parent longs with all their hearts to see their children saved. It's one of the most powerful instincts in a Christian parent's being.

Nothing is more powerful than love, and that power has worked tremendous good in the world. It was because of love that God sent Jesus! But when love gets twisted, perverted, confused and distorted, its power makes it incredibly dangerous.

I am coming to believe that there are no more dangerous people on the face of the earth than those who believe that love and God are on their side while they pursue an evil which they've mistaken for goodness. How can they repent, when they believe they're holy warriors?

How does it happen? How does a loving parent get convinced that beating their child for hours over a minor infraction is an act of love? (In the case of the Schatzes, the "infraction" was mispronouncing a word!)

I can think of several key ingredients for this horrific stew:

The parents are deeply religious in a legalistic way, not living as people saved by the grace of God.
They see how the concept of grace has been abused, and they conclude that grace is nothing more than permissiveness. They do not know what grace does, and they fear it is only a get out of jail free card. So they reject it, and will not even consider anything other than punitive measures.
They are terrified about their children's eternal destinies.
They know that sin is the problem, but they believe in manmade solutions.
They believe that they have the power to rescue their children from Hell, and that love requires them to use whatever force is necessary to save them from it.
They do not know that salvation is a miraculous work of the Spirit which only God can accomplish. They believe it their duty to force their children to accept Christianity, rather than leading them toward a real relationship with the only true Savior (who saves by grace).

There was a time in my life when all of the above described me. You know the proverbial road to Hell that is paved with good intentions? I was firmly on it, and was paving it further under my children's feet. I thank God that I never heard of the Pearls before I was truly saved, because I would quite possibly have fallen for their schemes.

Listen to how it works. One mother asked on the Pearls' website, "How do I deal with an angry child? When he doesn't get his way, when I fix a breakfast he's not fond of, he acts angry and blames me. He often tells me that spankings only makes him angrier. What am I missing?"

Here are excerpts from the Pearls' response:

"He is manipulating you…He controls his weak mother, but the world is not made up of weak mothers…I regularly go to a prison that has over 1200 men in it. Many of them were just like your son when they were his age... Mother, I am trying to make you angry—not hurt, not guilty, and certainly not timid. The Devil is running away with your child. You can stop it. You can break the spell." (emphasis added)

(Note the appeal to fear…that would have hit me hard. If I don't follow the Pearls' methods, my kid will end up in prison! The devil is running away with him, and it's my fault! Note also the idea that the parent is the messiah, the savior, the answer. And see…the answer is found in the parents' anger! To the Pearls, the wrath of man does produce the righteousness of God. I used to believe that, too. Note also the insults and accusations heaped on this presumably "weak" mother. It gets worse.)

Your son needs to run smack dab into a big, high, unmoving fence of authority. You, mother, are a pushover, a sucker…To give over to his demands, even once, is like a mother giving drugs or alcohol to her addicted child…Display indifference with dignity… Like an army Sargent [sic], state your will and accept nothing less…If you think it is appropriate and you spank him make sure that it is not a token spanking. A proper spanking leaves children without breath to complain. (Emphasis added.)

(The Pearls often make statements against child abuse, and many people use those statements to try to absolve them. But the ugly truth of what they advocate can't be buried under the nicer words they sometimes publish. Their advice is rife with counsel that is abusive, no matter what they may say in other places. Lydia was not the first child to be murdered by a parent under their approach.)

So here is a mother who wants what is best for her children, and who knows that her children need to be made right with God somehow. Along comes an "expert" with:

a self-assured style,
proud boastful assertions of what he himself could do to miraculously transform her child in a mere 10 days (further on in the same article),
an arsenal of fear, guilt and insults which he sprays liberally at her, calling her a sucker and a drug pusher!
tantalyzing promises that, if she only had the backbone to beat her child until he "had no breath to respond," and to be "indifferent" to him, she too could be her child's savior.

As I said, there was a time in my life when I might have fallen for it. I had never experienced the transforming work of the Spirit in my own life, so what did I know of what my children really needed? I knew that sin was the problem, but I knew nothing of grace, so why wouldn't I have believed the lovely promises of all the beautiful results that would come if only I loved my kids enough to…(fill in the blank with any atrocity you like.)

Do you see how it happens? Love can be convinced to do even unspeakable horrors if it believes it's acting in a child's best interests and in obedience to God. Praise God I have not been an abusive parent, but reading even a small amount of the Pearls' advice left me speechless with gratitude that God kept their influence out of my life back when I might have been deceived by it.

It could have happened. It could have. That's why, as horrified as I am by what the Schatzes did, I can't think myself superior. It is God's truth which is superior. His love and wisdom are pure and peaceful, gentle, reasonable, full of mercy… (Jas 3:17). And while the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God (Jas 1:20), a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace (Jas 3:18).

People of God, live grace! Teach grace! Love grace! And just as importantly, understand what grace truly is. If people knew its transforming power, they would realize that the hope for their child comes from Christ, not a lash.

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Please do not use the "Comments" section to debate corporal punishment. I'm not saying that it never has its place, within reason (though right now I'm not sure exactly what I believe about its place and its reason.) But I do know that corporal punishment in and of itself never saved a soul, and trusting it to save is a deadly error and an idolatrous defection from the only One who saves.

Quotables for 2/24/10

2010-02-24T00:01:00.000-07:00

"A sermon 'zinger' used to encourage church plants instead of resuscitating old churches goes like this: 'It is easier to have a baby than to raise the dead!' Jesus, however, did only the latter. Evangelism is a bit more complicated than the sound bite conveys, simply because people are. Whether or not they are consciously aware of it, many non-Christians are seeking a deeper, ecclesial reality in their life, not a gospel that caters to their present one."

~ Matthew Milliner, "Attack of the Ugly Babies," Evangel

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“Never did the love of God reveal itself so clearly as when he laid down his life for his sheep, nor did the justice of God ever flame forth so conspicuously as when he would suffer in himself the curse for sin rather than sin should go unpunished, and the law should be dishonored. Every attribute of God was focused at the cross, and he that hath eyes to look through his tears, and see the wounds of Jesus, shall behold more of God there than a whole eternity of providence or an infinity of creation shall ever be able to reveal to him.”

~C.H. Spurgeon, quoted in Miscellanies.

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"If I were an unbeliever and I attended these [seeker-driven /purpose-driven] churches and listened to all their sermons week after week, how would I define the term "Christ Follower"?

Here's the answer I came up with after reviewing the sermons preached at these seeker-driven / purpose-driven churches over the last 24 months:

Christ Follower: Someone who has made the decision to be an emotionally well adjusted self-actualized risk taking leader who knows his purpose, lives a 'no regrets' life of significance, has overcome his fears, enjoys a healthy marriage with better than average sex, is an attentive parent, is celebrating recovery from all his hurts, habits and hang ups, practices Biblical stress relief techniques, is financially free from consumer debt, fosters emotionally healthy relationships with his peers, attends a weekly life group, volunteers regularly at church, tithes off the gross and has taken at least one humanitarian aid trip to a third world nation.

Based upon this summarized definition, I've come to the conclusion that the world is full of people who can fit this definition but who've never repented of their sins and trusted in Christ alone for the forgiveness of their sins."

Chris Rosebrough (read the rest here.)

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I have decided to limit postings of "Quotables" to one day per week, to avoid the risk of becoming simply a compiler of other people's work to the exclusion of my own. I deeply appreciate my readers, and ask for your prayer as I continue to try to find and follow God's direction in how I spend the time He gives me.

Quotables for 2/19/10

2010-02-19T09:57:00.001-07:00

"You may have stopped following Jesus, but now you want to follow again. When you stopped following Jesus, you did so on your terms. But the returning to Jesus is strictly under His conditions. He is God, and you are not. Are you willing to follow Jesus anywhere, at any time, under any condition? That is the only way you can follow Him."

~Blackaby, "Experiencing God Day by Day."

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(Regarding 1 John 3:22-23)

"Prayer has a specific purpose. God designed it in wisdom to fit his perfect way of working in the world. If you misuse it, it malfunctions. What then is the design of prayer? I think these verses show that prayer is designed by God to be the effect of faith and the cause of love.

Therefore if we try to pray when we really do not believe in the name of God’s Son, or if we try to pray when our aim is not love, prayer malfunctions.

'We receive from him whatever we ask, because we keep his commandments.' This does not mean that keeping his commandments earns answers to prayer; it means prayer is designed to give power in the path of obedience. That is what it is for. Prayer is God’s way of making himself available for us when we are pouring ourselves out in love for others. Prayer is the power to love. Therefore if we do not aim to love, we pray in vain. Prayer is not designed to compound hoarded pleasures."

~John Piper in "A Godward Life"

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"Drudgery is one of the finest tests to determine the genuineness of our character. Drudgery is work that is far removed from anything we think of as ideal work. It is the utterly hard, menial, tiresome, and dirty work. And when we experience it, our spirituality is instantly tested and we will know whether or not we are spiritually genuine. "

~Chambers, "My Utmost for His Highest."

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Thank you for letting me share with you a few of the things that touched my heart in this morning's devotions. May the Lord bless you!

Quotables for 2/18/10

2010-02-18T10:17:00.001-07:00

I am often blessed by what others say, and I frequently copy snippets into my Bible notes or Evernote for future enjoyment. But I'm beginning to wonder if I ought to do more to share them. So here is an eclectic mix of "quotables" that have caught my eye this week. In each case where a link is provided, you'll find much more than what you read here.

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(The problem with the whole idea of "Love Languages.")

"You and I need to learn a new language if we are to become fit to live with each other and with God. The greatest love ever shown does not speak the instinctively self-centered language of the recipients of such love. In fundamental ways, the love of Christ speaks contrary to your 'love language' and 'felt needs.' Does anyone naturally say, 'I need You to rule me so I’m no longer ruled by what I want'? Does anyone naturally say, 'For Your name’s sake, O LORD, pardon my iniquity for it is great' (Psalm 25:11)? Does anyone naturally say, 'My greatest need is for mercy, and then for the wisdom to give mercy. I long for redemption. May Your kingdom come. Deliver us from evil'?"

~David Powlison, "Love Speaks Many Languages Fluently." Quoted by Justin Taylor in the blog, "First Things." Brought to my attention by Tim Challies. (Isn't it wonderful how the internet brings together so many people who will probably never meet this side of Heaven?)

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(Regarding John 3:5)

"[Jesus] employed the words Spirit and water to mean the same thing, and this ought not to be regarded as a harsh or forced interpretation; for it is a frequent and common way of speaking in Scripture, when the Spirit is mentioned, to add the word Water or Fire, expressing his power. We sometimes meet with the statement, that it is Christ who baptizeth with the Holy Ghost and with fire, (Mat 3:11; Luke 3:16,) where fire means nothing different from the Spirit, but only shows what is his efficacy in us."

~John Calvin, quoted by David at The Thirsty Theologian.

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(Regarding the men who let their friend down through the roof to be healed in Mark 2:4):

"There is no hint that they ever asked permission before they began digging through that roof. There are people who would not smash a roof, though by doing it they might save a thousand souls. To them property is sacred. But to these comrades the sacred thing was life, and they were willing to destroy a hundred roofs if so doing they could save a brother. That is the spirit we want within the Church, the spirit that sees the worth of personality; the spirit ready, for the Master's sake, to break through everything that keeps us snug and comfortable. After all, it is only a matter of values, and whenever we see the value of one soul, then many an old roof will have to go, no matter what Peter's wife may think about it."

~G.H. Morrison, in the electronic collection of devotionals made available with the eSword Electronic Bible.

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I hope you enjoyed these "quotables." If people benefit by them, I'll probably do more of this kind of thing in the future, when I am still awaiting the time or inspiration to write something myself…

Wearied by Sacrifice

2010-02-17T12:02:00.002-07:00

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My Bible reading schedule has me in Leviticus right now. If you know the Bible, you know what that means. I'm reading regulation after regulation regarding the various types of sacrifices for the various types of sins.

I often find it to be rather tiresome going.

Haven't you ever thought about it…how quickly you would have gotten sick of hauling animals to be slaughtered, toting flour cakes and drink offerings and you-name-it to the Temple, every time you sinned? I never would have gotten anything else done!

As those sorts of thoughts flitted through my head this morning, the Spirit whispered a bit of perspective.

Are you saying you're glad that it's easier to get away with sinning as a Christian?

Oof. That hit like a punch in the gut. It's amazing how a still, small Voice, speaking gently, can pack such a wallop.

I had to step back and examine my whole perspective. And the first thing that came to mind was just exactly how God felt about those who were wearied by sacrifice:

Oh that there were one among you who would shut the doors, that you might not kindle fire on my altar in vain! I have no pleasure in you, says the LORD of hosts, and I will not accept an offering from your hand… You say, 'What a weariness this is,' and you snort at it, says the LORD of hosts…Shall I accept that from your hand? (Excerpted from Mal 1:10-13)

Every other time I've ever read that passage over the years, I've felt sympathy with those who complained about the 'nuisance' of the sacrifices. But subconsciously I was saying that, if I had lived in those days, I would have wished I could just sin freely and get away with it! I mean, come on, God! Get over it! Why do You have to make such a big deal about it? I might not have had the guts to put it in those words, but that's what I was feeling. The sacrifices were a total drag.

But that attitude toward the Old Testament sacrifices supports one of the heresies I most despise in modern Christendom…the idea that Jesus' sacrificial death on our behalves accomplished "carefree sinning" for us.

It's true that Jesus was the Final, Perfect Sacrifice, and that we no longer bring offerings to any Temple for the forgiveness of our sins. And praise God for that! But the way we look at that fact reveals a lot about our hearts.

Are we "sin-centered" or "God-centered?"

A sin-centered person in Old Testament times would have resented the sacrifices. A sin-centered person in the age of Grace is thankful for Christ's sacrifice…but not for the right reasons. Such a person is thankful because they believe they've gotten a "Get out of jail free" card.

The sin-centered person in the Old Testament may have brought sacrifices, but God did not receive them from his hand. They did him no good. And a sin-centered person in the age of Grace cannot hope to invoke the holy name of Jesus as an excuse to freely wallow in the very slime that Jesus died to save them from.

Think about this…the "blood money" that Judas got for betraying Jesus was so unholy that the Chief Priests wouldn't accept it into the Temple Treasury (Matt 27:6-7), even though they were the ones who had originally paid Judas that money in the first place (Matt 26:14-15). They recognized that the money was dirty because it had paid for a grievous sin to be committed.

Those who view Jesus' blood as their "ticket to sin" are in essence calling His blood "dirty money" which pays for sin…not for salvation from it, but for the free continuation of it! They are calling His blood an unholy thing, unfit for use in any sacred context. Surely it is for such people that Heb 10:29 was written!

A God-centered person in the Old Testament would have loved coming to the Temple with their sacrifices. Why? Because they loved the fact that they could be restored to fellowship with their God, the source of their joy (Ps 43:4)! For them, their own sinfulness was the "nuisance," and the sacrifices were a blessed way to be renewed in their fellowship with the God they loved.

For the God-centered person of the New Testament, Jesus' sacrifice is a never-ending wonder. They cannot fully comprehend why God would have given them the forgiveness and cleansing they need to freely return to fellowship with Himself, to righteousness, and to godliness (not to sinning)!

The lover of God, who comes to Him through Christ alone, has nothing to fear from Heb 10:29 when he sins. Such a person hates that he has broken fellowship, and can rejoice that the precious blood of Christ has bought his forgiveness and cleansing and restoration to fellowship. He does not profane that blood, or insult the Spirit of Grace. He sinned, and it was horrible of him, and he does not take it lightly. But he sees Christ as his Savior from sin, not as his sin-enabler. And that makes all the difference.

The lover of sin, who comes to Satan's altar with the blood of Christ on his hands as his "escape clause," is the one who needs to tremble at this verse. Oh adulterer, what is His blood to you, that you should think to pour it out on the filthy shrines of His sworn enemy; that you should raise your chalice of sin along with all the fiends of Hell to toast His grace with mocking lips? Do you sing "Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound" at your orgies of wicked indulgence?

What is His blood to you? What is the Holy Sacrifice? Is it really there just to remove the "nuisance" of Temple sacrifices and make sinning easier for you? If you had lived under the Law, would you have scorned the way of atonement that God made, or would you have rejoiced that He should have made any way back into His sweet presence at all?

Are you sin-centered, or God-centered?

Which am I?

Examine yourselves, to see whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves. Or do you not realize this about yourselves, that Jesus Christ is in you? —unless indeed you fail to meet the test! (2 Co 13:5)

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