Friday, October 31, 2003

FOR ALL THE SAINTS

This is one of those days when all of the readings in the lectionary line up to highlight the faithful martyrs of the ages. In Psalm 55 we read that David had personal enemies and felt deeply betrayed, even by a good friend (so was Jesus, by Judas). He cries out to God in his distress and finds some comfort, even though things are not resolved. Nehemiah begins the work of rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem, and along comes Sanballat, who not only threatens the work, but Nehemiah's life as well. I have felt like I have been betrayed in churches, that my biggest supporters and friends have turned on me. I have seen a surprising amount of ugliness in the church, as well as resistance from those outside. Thank God for examples in the Old Testament to let me know that I don't have it so badly.

The New Testament reading is from Revelation. The saints who have been martyred for their testimony are under the altar, and they cry out, "How long, O Lord, until you avenge our blood?" Indeed, how long? It's been over 1900 years since that book was written, and the saints are still being given white robes and told to wait "a little while longer." There are living martyrs today languishing in prisons, or hiding, starving and enduring who ask the same question and are given the same answer. "How long?" "Wait a little while."

Jesus tells the story about the enemy who did this (see my last entry for my own application of the farmer's statement), and then of the harvest at the end of the age. That's when it is finally pay day for all of the injustice. I just want to make sure I'm on the right side when justice is meted out!

"LORD, thank You that You waited until I stopped being Your enemy and became Your friend. Your patience continues to wait until all the saints are marked with Your seal. Thank You for all of the faithful saints through the years who have been true to Your name. But my prayer is Maranatha! Even so, come Lord Jesus."

Thursday, October 30, 2003

Wow, Ken.
I too, had major, major trouble this past week/weekend, but it was good for me to hear that others have had problems galore- helps me get out of my self-mode. I prayed for the tormenting person in my situation, as well, after a struggle with baaad feelings. That's a step I highly recommend, it always ends up giving peace.
We love you guys!
- cel

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

"AN ENEMY HAS DONE THIS"

Jesus told the story of a farmer who had an enemy sneak into his field and sow weeds. When the weeds began to grow up, the farmer's servants came to him and pointed out that he had a mixed field. "An enemy has done this," was the response of the discerning farmer.

An enemy has crept in to discourage and distract us this weekend. It was an incredible few days. I'll not point out everything, but here are the highlights: Friday started by cancelling Friday Fun Night, because we didn't have enough adult workers. I threw my back out during my morning class. Then Ellen and I had a court appointment regarding AJ, in which things inched forward for him to be placed into permanent custody. In the meantime, the Enquirer called and wanted an interview and to take our picture. That evening, Kathy's fever spiked, and Ellen took her to the hospital (good thing we weren't trying to do Friday Fun Night alone!).

On Saturday, I hauled a bunch of paint cans and other hazardous waste to a collection point and further strained my back. I missed four baptisms that were scheduled for noon, and we went to an adoption training class all afternoon. In the evening, open worship was cancelled because no one came. My plan had been to worship from the overflow of Saturday night on Sunday morning, but there was nothing but personal study from which to overflow.

Sunday morning, I hobbled to the building so that we could rehearse. For one reason or another, we had still not gotten started after 45 minutes. Then Ellen discovered that someone had broken into our garage and stolen or broken several things. She had to wait for a police officer, and so missed church. Standing in the cold rain, my back went into spasms, and I wasn't able to get back to church, either. Ellen somehow held us all together for the day, getting through our final soccer game and party and nursing Kathy and me. Daniel's soccer team lost their final game, just missing an automatic trip to the state tournament. Topping off his day, when he went to bed, he found fleas (again!), and slept somewhere else for the night. Now we have to bomb the house and wash the animals and try to keep the cats inside. At the end of the day, Ellen bought a paper, to discover that we were the front page cover story. (You have to know how we disliked being part of that confrontation with the county to know how terrible this is.) I called the parents of the primary suspects in our break-in, but was told it couldn't possibly be them.

I'm not one to attribute spiritual warfare lightly, but I believe that someone wanted to divide Ellen and me and wanted to discourage us. We were pushed to the breaking point, but not over it.

Instead, Ellen and I spent extra time together because one of us was staying in one place, and I had an entire afternoon to pray and reflect. Several saints came by to ask how they could help. What the enemy threw at us was irritating, but we are fighting back with giving thanks in all circumstances (We gave thanks that though our garage was broken into, we were not harmed; that though they took everything of value in the garage, there wasn't much there; and that it was our garage and not someone else's. Then we prayed for the criminals.).

When times like this come, we can curl up and feel sorry for ourselves, rehearsing the problems and nursing our wounds. Or, we can see the truth through the eyes of faith and fight spiritual warfare with spiritual weapons.

Tuesday, October 14, 2003

LEARNING TO BLESS WITH MY MOUTH

Hey, this is even harder than I thought it would be! I find sarcasm to be my most natural style of communication. That's okay, except that often it is biting and critical, only said with a smile. But the challenge remains, and I'm going to keep trying to keep a watch over the gates of my mouth. I'm learning about my tongue, if nothing else. What I really hope to learn is how to control my tongue; rather, how to let the Holy Spirit control my heart, which will change how I talk. Hope you are doing well.

In case some of you didn't get the devotional this week, or you missed the assembly, I will include the "challenge" from Sunday below:

Blessing with our Words

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” (Ephesians 4:29-31)

There is great power in words. The power of words can heal and bring hope, or it can squash and destroy someone. Proverbs says that the tongue has the power to give or to take life. (18:20) That’s mighty powerful! Indeed, we can hurt someone for the rest of their lives by the things we say.

Children sure can say some hurtful things. Sometimes, so can parents. Most of us probably have some deep-seated memories of hurtful things said by people we should have been able to trust when we were children. I remember some incidents when I was about eleven years old that have affected my self-image for my entire life. I’m guessing that you do, too.

James says that it is not natural for both fresh water and bitter water to come from the same spring. But it seems to be all too natural for our tongues to bless someone in one moment, and then turn around and curse someone in the next. (see James 3:10-11) Of course, sometimes we bless and curse the same person. But more often, what I see is that we sidle up to Bob while talking with him, but put down Barney, because he isn’t there to hear it. But to Barney’s face, we only say positive things. As James would say, “Brethren, these things ought not be so.”

I’m going to issue a challenge for us today. This may be one of the biggest challenges for some of us to date: I challenge us to purpose to speak ONLY words of blessing for one week. That means no gossip about another person. It means no sarcastic, critical remarks about our children when talking with other parents. It means no insulting, critical things said about teachers. It means that we will only say what is useful for encouraging and building up others. (see 1 Corinthians 14 and Ephesians 4:29.)

In Ecclesiastes is one of the most unusual little sayings. It has slipped into common usage as a cliché, but in its original form, it is powerful and significant. “Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich in your bedroom, because a bird of the air may carry your words, and a bird on the wing may report what you say.” (Ecclesiastes 10:20) If only we would always bless, and always tell the truth, we would never have to worry about someone finding out something we said, and when we ask them where they heard it, they say, “A little bird told me.”

Of course, this applies to speaking well of our president. It also is important to speak well of the police, of school administrators, of your boss and the executives at your workplace, of your parents, and of the church elders. (“Do not touch the Lord’s anointed,” says the Word.) But it also applies to your friends and neighbors (Jesus said that anyone who hates his brother, says to him ‘Raca,’ or calls him a fool is in danger of hell.), to your co-workers, to your children and employees. It even applies to your enemies! (Jesus told us many times to bless our enemies, but we tend to ignore that command.) In short, there is NO EXCUSE for ever cursing someone, slandering them, gossiping about them, or in any way using our tongue for anything other than healing.

If we don’t keep our consciences clear in regard to our tongues, we can shipwreck our very faith. Paul told Timothy to “hold on to faith and a good conscience,” which some have rejected and have “shipwrecked their faith.” (1 Timothy 1:19) So, for the sake of a clear conscience, for the sake of a strong faith, for the sake of God’s reputation, let’s together pledge to bless with our lips for one week. Maybe we’ll like it so much we’ll make it a lifetime habit! When we do, God will be pleased and He will have a pleasant home in which to dwell!

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

And then there was John. I always got the impression that John started out being a hot-headed little twerp. Through the love of Christ and for Christ, he was transformed into a loving, warm and giving man. At this stage in my life, while I fight to improve my inner workings, this example resonates with me more than the cool, gruff confidence of all-out-Paul. It's just as hard to learn to control your tongue as it is to be beaten. And in both cases, many outsiders benefit from what has happened to you. I see that both have love as the reason for what they did or what they went through, they just had different expressions of that love.
-cel

Monday, October 06, 2003

WHAT IF?

What if God's standards for heaven were much higher than we think they are? What if He only allowed one person out of a hundred who think themselves to be Christian into heaven? What if He only took the upper half? Would I make the cut?

Those are terrible questions on many levels, and I'm so glad that God doesn't work like that. However, the passage of a few days ago makes the questions reasonable. Paul said that in a race, everyone runs (everyone believes, to follow the metaphor), but only one gets the prize. Paul's application is that we should run in such a way as to win the prize. In other words, I should run all-out.

There is no place in Paul's mind for me to compare myself to others, and say to myself, "As long as I'm in the main part of the pack, I'm okay." No, Paul says that he buffets his body daily to bring it into subjection. He fasts. He prays. He reads. He works. And he works, not as hard as, but harder than anyone else.

No wonder Paul can say with such ease, "Follow me, as I follow Christ." He can say it more easily than I can because He followed more diligently than I do.

I'm glad that God's grace is extended to the chief of sinners, Paul, who worked harder than them all. But I'm also glad that God's grace in Christ Jesus is extended to me, a pretty good pagan kid who has many sins that still haunt me.

"LORD, thank You for Your grace, offered to me by the blood of Jesus Christ. May I never take Your grace for granted. May I never jog in the race of life, but rather may I run so as to win. I ask this in the name of Your Son, my gracious Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen."
-ker

Friday, October 03, 2003

But WHY do we exist for Him? Why did He make us at all? It's not as if He can play us like marionettes for His amusement- we buck at Him and break His heart all too often to be very fun to have around. Like ants that bite the picnic-er (is that a word?).
The only thing I can think of is that He loves so much, He has to create things/beings to love. Even if they bite at Him often. A born dad has to grow up and have kids to feel complete.
-cel

Thursday, October 02, 2003

WE EXIST FOR HIM

I just found another favorite verse: 1 Corinthians 8:6. Here's what it says in the NLV: "But we know that there is only one God, the Father, who created everything, and we exist for him. And there is only one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom God made everything and through whom we have been given life." It jumped out at me yesterday morning: "and we exist for Him."

God the Father created everything, and he made it through Jesus Christ. We have been given life through Jesus Christ, also. Those are powerful, sweeping truths. But sandwiched between them is that little phrase: "and we eixst for him."

Why was I born? What am I here on earth to do? What is my destiny?

The answer to these questions does not lie in careers or spouses or personal fulfillment. It does not lie in finding my spiritual gift or my place in the body. It is not about me at all. In four words, I exist for Him. It's that simple. He is why I am here. I am here to glorify the Father, to know Him through the Son, to do His bidding, to bring Him pleasure.

"LORD, I am here for You. I have known that, and You certainly know it. But I need to say it to You. I exist for You. Do what You will. And all the honor will go to You, Father, Son and Spirit, one God without beginning or end. Amen."
-ker