I keep thinking of what Jesus said to the disciples: " Love others as I have loved you"
As I meditate on this , I realized that the LOVE He is talking about is a love in which one where you must lay aside a fleshly thing called "personal rights". You know "Personal Rights"! The list of what one is entitled to as a human being and make sure that your comfort zone is always in tact. Those wonderful self indulging rights where you always get what you expect from others and allows you to demand your own way. These "rights" even allow you to feel offended and carry a grudge when wronged or preceived wrong occurs.
When Jesus said to love as He has loved, He issued a challenge to set aside these rights and to follow His example. Jesus set aside His "rights" when He came and dwelled among us. He had the right to wear the crown and robes of royality, yet He wore the clothes of a carpenter. He had the right to have people serve Him and wait upon Him,yet it was He who served others. He did good to all,yet He was despised and beaten. He was sinless and yet He bore the sins of all mankind.
I think on this whenever I start to feel that I have not received my "share of the pie" or that I have been wronged in some way. Then I feel ashamed that I have not surrended my "personal rights", but instead held tighly to my dear old flesh. Often I struggle in this area. Struggle with the idea that by surrendering these "rights", I am surrendering control of my life. I am giving up the right to be offended. I am giving up the right to hold a grudge when someone hurts me. I giving up the right to have life be all about ME!
But by surrendering, I am gaining the right to let forgiveness and mercy rule my relationships. I am gaining the right to love as God as loved me: unconditionally. I am gaining the right for life to be about others and not focused on me. My "tent" is greatly enlarged and joyous blessings are multiplied.
I pray that everday, I find myself surrending my "personal bill of rights" that I might gain what God has planned for me.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Looking For A Miracle
Many of us spend our days looking for a miracle to happen in our lives. We are looking so hard for something to happen to us or others that cannot be explained away by science....something that we know could only be the work of God.
I challenge you to look in the mirror! For most of us, a mirror is th last thing we want to look at. In a mirror, we see staring back at us all our precieved imperfections: our nose is either to small or too big...just does not go with out face or we see ourselves too fat, too skinny,too short, too tall....you get the picture. We are our own worst critics .
What if when we look into the mirror instead of seeing the "mess" we precieve ourselves to be. we see a creation of God in its total prefection? What if we realized that God created us to be the mirror? That's right, we are the mirror that God looks into every morning and we reflect Him.
So the question now is, Do we reflect His compassion and love toward His creations? When others look at us do we reflect the love that God has for them so that they are encouraged to receive all that He has for them? When we look into the mirror, are so worried about how our flesh looks or do we fade away until the only reflection we see is God?
Were we not created in His likeness? I hope that when you look int the mirror, you do see yourself: you are a miracle that was created to bring joy not only to God's heart but to His planet and all that He created for your pleasure. You are the miracle for whom He created all of the universe. It is you that He longs for fellowship and company. It is you He chose to bring His Only Son to deliver from sin and it will be you that He will spend eternity with.
I challenge you to look in the mirror! For most of us, a mirror is th last thing we want to look at. In a mirror, we see staring back at us all our precieved imperfections: our nose is either to small or too big...just does not go with out face or we see ourselves too fat, too skinny,too short, too tall....you get the picture. We are our own worst critics .
What if when we look into the mirror instead of seeing the "mess" we precieve ourselves to be. we see a creation of God in its total prefection? What if we realized that God created us to be the mirror? That's right, we are the mirror that God looks into every morning and we reflect Him.
So the question now is, Do we reflect His compassion and love toward His creations? When others look at us do we reflect the love that God has for them so that they are encouraged to receive all that He has for them? When we look into the mirror, are so worried about how our flesh looks or do we fade away until the only reflection we see is God?
Were we not created in His likeness? I hope that when you look int the mirror, you do see yourself: you are a miracle that was created to bring joy not only to God's heart but to His planet and all that He created for your pleasure. You are the miracle for whom He created all of the universe. It is you that He longs for fellowship and company. It is you He chose to bring His Only Son to deliver from sin and it will be you that He will spend eternity with.
Monday, March 24, 2008
I have been listening to Matt Redman alot lately. Some of the songs I really enjoy at this time are "You Never Let Go!","Better Is One Day In Your Courts" and "We Fall Facedown"
These songs seem to touch my spirit and the place I am with God. Their words based in scripture and in life bring assurance to me that God is with me at all times. They remind me that in Christ, many opportunities come to gain wisdom from above and knowledge that will guide me on the journey that God has planned for me and those I love.
Their words remind me also of how merciful God has been in past, present and will be in the future. Their words remind me that
in life, I can choose either life or death. I can choose to follow the steps of Jesus or I can take on the "mask" that the world wears.
In choosing to follow the steps of Jesus, I find peace,wisdom and a life filled with hope. Choosing to wear the mask, I will find only deception, foolishness and a life filled with darkness of separation. Through Jesus' sacrifice for us while we were still wearing the "mask" of sin that caused us to be separated from our Father, we have been given a choice: no longer hopeless prisoners in a cage. We have been given an eternal Light that overcomes any darkness within us.
The older I get, the more I understand the sacrifices God made for His children. I am learning the pain He felt when wrong choices were and are made. I am also learning the joy He must feel when HIs children are thankful and reach out to Him to know Him in deeper ways.
I become more grateful to and in awe of God my Father with every passing day. I am glad He never lets go! I am thankful for the opportunities to whorship Him and give Him the glory for every good thing and to praise Him for HIss eternal presence even in the midst of trials.
These songs seem to touch my spirit and the place I am with God. Their words based in scripture and in life bring assurance to me that God is with me at all times. They remind me that in Christ, many opportunities come to gain wisdom from above and knowledge that will guide me on the journey that God has planned for me and those I love.
Their words remind me also of how merciful God has been in past, present and will be in the future. Their words remind me that
in life, I can choose either life or death. I can choose to follow the steps of Jesus or I can take on the "mask" that the world wears.
In choosing to follow the steps of Jesus, I find peace,wisdom and a life filled with hope. Choosing to wear the mask, I will find only deception, foolishness and a life filled with darkness of separation. Through Jesus' sacrifice for us while we were still wearing the "mask" of sin that caused us to be separated from our Father, we have been given a choice: no longer hopeless prisoners in a cage. We have been given an eternal Light that overcomes any darkness within us.
The older I get, the more I understand the sacrifices God made for His children. I am learning the pain He felt when wrong choices were and are made. I am also learning the joy He must feel when HIs children are thankful and reach out to Him to know Him in deeper ways.
I become more grateful to and in awe of God my Father with every passing day. I am glad He never lets go! I am thankful for the opportunities to whorship Him and give Him the glory for every good thing and to praise Him for HIss eternal presence even in the midst of trials.
Friday, February 29, 2008
When Is the right time for a pity party?
I found myself at times thinking that things are rough. I am happy to say that it is not always the same thing or the same area: you see I was equal opportunity employer of the "pity party". Yep, a card carrying member of the "Winers Society".
I may not have wined out loud for my fellow travellers to hear; but God got an ear full from time to time. You see, my thoughts wondered at times from thinking about the blessings I do have to dwelling on short comings. Short comings I find in myself and in others. By dwelling, I became depressed and when depressed, I began to sing that chorus "Poor,Poor Me!..."
Thankfully, God sent a wonderful friend into my life who told me that I needed to set a time limit for such occasions. They told me I needed to send myself a mental invitation to a "Pity Party" : Set a date, time and location. For example: Wednesday,2:00p.m in the kitchen. The catch was that I may not invite anyone else and it can only last 5 minutes and I can only host one of these parties once a week.
That's right 5mintues and once a week only. I can serve myself a big helping of self pity and sing the "Poor Me Blues" all I want for that five minutes. After the five minutes are finished, I must rise up and dust myself off.
Those five minutes made me feel foolish at times because while I was there enjoying my self pity, thoughts began to creep into my head. Thoughts like this may be bad; but poor Miss X had something much worse happen to her. Then I began praying for Miss X that she knows the love of God toward her and then others follow with the same results,prayer.
After a while, I caught on...If I remained in an attitude of prayer, self pity would not find a place in my life. Not only had I learned to set a limit for myself; but I learned that if I am busy praying for the needs of others, I would not be dwelling about where I or others fall short.
Those five minutes taught me that the times I feel self pity is when I take my eyes off of Jesus and put them on myself. When I keep myself in conversation with God, I feel peaceful and confident. I feel my value as a human being: but mostly I find myself more open to hear what God is trying to say to me.
Self pity is a stumbling block. It keeps one from moving forward on their journey. Everyday, we have a choice: will we wear self pity as a chain to slow us down or will we keep our eyes focused on Jesus moving forward in prayer and joy?
I may not have wined out loud for my fellow travellers to hear; but God got an ear full from time to time. You see, my thoughts wondered at times from thinking about the blessings I do have to dwelling on short comings. Short comings I find in myself and in others. By dwelling, I became depressed and when depressed, I began to sing that chorus "Poor,Poor Me!..."
Thankfully, God sent a wonderful friend into my life who told me that I needed to set a time limit for such occasions. They told me I needed to send myself a mental invitation to a "Pity Party" : Set a date, time and location. For example: Wednesday,2:00p.m in the kitchen. The catch was that I may not invite anyone else and it can only last 5 minutes and I can only host one of these parties once a week.
That's right 5mintues and once a week only. I can serve myself a big helping of self pity and sing the "Poor Me Blues" all I want for that five minutes. After the five minutes are finished, I must rise up and dust myself off.
Those five minutes made me feel foolish at times because while I was there enjoying my self pity, thoughts began to creep into my head. Thoughts like this may be bad; but poor Miss X had something much worse happen to her. Then I began praying for Miss X that she knows the love of God toward her and then others follow with the same results,prayer.
After a while, I caught on...If I remained in an attitude of prayer, self pity would not find a place in my life. Not only had I learned to set a limit for myself; but I learned that if I am busy praying for the needs of others, I would not be dwelling about where I or others fall short.
Those five minutes taught me that the times I feel self pity is when I take my eyes off of Jesus and put them on myself. When I keep myself in conversation with God, I feel peaceful and confident. I feel my value as a human being: but mostly I find myself more open to hear what God is trying to say to me.
Self pity is a stumbling block. It keeps one from moving forward on their journey. Everyday, we have a choice: will we wear self pity as a chain to slow us down or will we keep our eyes focused on Jesus moving forward in prayer and joy?
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Proverb 17:3
"The crucible for silver and the furance for gold; but the Lord tests the heart."
In the 60's when I was at that wonderful stage call adolesence, I heard my father say something about a young man walking down the street. He spoke with great disapproval of the way he looked: " long hair,clown pants and wild shirt" Needless to say, my siblings and I thought he was "cool".
My father really was judging the young man's life by his dress. My grandmother (his mother) cleared her throat and quitely asked my father: "Are you God, can you see his heart?" My father became quite.
My grandmother in gentle soothing tones told my father that only God can see the hearts of men. She reminded him that just as the crucible and the furance separate dross from the pure so does the Spirit of God to the hearts of men. She reminded him that the vessel that carries our spirit is subjected to the ways and harshness of the world in which we live; but that part of us that only God can see is what is true and pure. Only God can pass judgement on the hearts of men.
I think of this conversation often and pray that my own heart is pure and that my motives are acceptable not to man; but to God. I pray that when others see me that they will not judge me for the way I look; but for the way that I love God and His word as well as how I have loved them as my fellow traveller on this journey.
In the 60's when I was at that wonderful stage call adolesence, I heard my father say something about a young man walking down the street. He spoke with great disapproval of the way he looked: " long hair,clown pants and wild shirt" Needless to say, my siblings and I thought he was "cool".
My father really was judging the young man's life by his dress. My grandmother (his mother) cleared her throat and quitely asked my father: "Are you God, can you see his heart?" My father became quite.
My grandmother in gentle soothing tones told my father that only God can see the hearts of men. She reminded him that just as the crucible and the furance separate dross from the pure so does the Spirit of God to the hearts of men. She reminded him that the vessel that carries our spirit is subjected to the ways and harshness of the world in which we live; but that part of us that only God can see is what is true and pure. Only God can pass judgement on the hearts of men.
I think of this conversation often and pray that my own heart is pure and that my motives are acceptable not to man; but to God. I pray that when others see me that they will not judge me for the way I look; but for the way that I love God and His word as well as how I have loved them as my fellow traveller on this journey.
Monday, February 18, 2008
My grandchildren tell me that I am fat (which I am) and in the same breath tell me they like it that I am soft and cuddly. Their parents of course tell them that it is impolite to tell me that I am fat. I usually laugh because one cannot be angry that the truth has been spoken with such innocence and love. I see it as an observation not as an insult.
We should not find offense when truth is spoken to us in such innocence. Did not God tell us ,the body of Christ, that we were to speak truthful to each other in love? Of course there will always be someone who will say cruel and hurtful things to others in the "name of love" and truly have no love in their hearts or words when speaking. This is when we must trust in our own daily communication with God to test the "truth" spoken. We must also consider from whom the words come as well.
As we have told our children and grandchildren: Words can be as sharp as knives and can wound the heart and spirit of another just as if you have stabbed them with a knife. Words can tear down a person's self esteem or they can build one up, causing them to see themselves and others in a positive way.
Jesus sought the build others up for the Kingdom. He would sit with them,eat with them and when He spoke to them, He let them know He was aware of their short comings but He did not dwell on those short comings. Instead, He spoke to them the way God the Father saw them. He spoke to them as children who needed a Father to remind them of who they were and who they could be. When He spoke, it was in such authority and love that one wanted to be more that who they were and they knew it was possible because Jesus said,
"YOU ARE FORGIVEN!"
When the truth in love is spoken, it brings about change not shame or bitterness. It brings about Hope and Life not despair and death.
Speak the truth in love, speak it as God our Father speaks to you: loving,encouranging,edifying so that you will be willing to "put off the old man"
We should not find offense when truth is spoken to us in such innocence. Did not God tell us ,the body of Christ, that we were to speak truthful to each other in love? Of course there will always be someone who will say cruel and hurtful things to others in the "name of love" and truly have no love in their hearts or words when speaking. This is when we must trust in our own daily communication with God to test the "truth" spoken. We must also consider from whom the words come as well.
As we have told our children and grandchildren: Words can be as sharp as knives and can wound the heart and spirit of another just as if you have stabbed them with a knife. Words can tear down a person's self esteem or they can build one up, causing them to see themselves and others in a positive way.
Jesus sought the build others up for the Kingdom. He would sit with them,eat with them and when He spoke to them, He let them know He was aware of their short comings but He did not dwell on those short comings. Instead, He spoke to them the way God the Father saw them. He spoke to them as children who needed a Father to remind them of who they were and who they could be. When He spoke, it was in such authority and love that one wanted to be more that who they were and they knew it was possible because Jesus said,
"YOU ARE FORGIVEN!"
When the truth in love is spoken, it brings about change not shame or bitterness. It brings about Hope and Life not despair and death.
Speak the truth in love, speak it as God our Father speaks to you: loving,encouranging,edifying so that you will be willing to "put off the old man"
Friday, February 8, 2008
"Life isn't about how to survive the storm;but learning to dance in the rain"
Life from time to time seems to bring storms our way. These storms might be anything from financial problems,marital problems or a testing of our faith. These storms sometime are mild reminders that life can change just as easy as a breeze can turn into a full gale. Sometimes these storms pull up by the roots beliefs or ideas about life and faith that one may have.
Any rate, each storm bring on trials. Testing where you must trust God that whatever has happened: has happened for a purpose. When the storm comes, we immediately want to retreat from it. We hide ourselves looking for a safe place until the storm has passed. This is human instinct.
But what if? What if we decided to embrace the storm and learn the rythm of the rolling thunder,wind and lighting? What if we lift our hands toward the clouds and begin to praise our common Creator? Begin to seek out God as our dance partner and place ourselves into His embrace, abandoning our fears and trusting that He will guide us through the storm .
If we were to practice this dance over and over, would we then run toward the sound of the thunder and begin to look forward to the dance that would bring us closer to our Partner ,God?
I for one have yet learned how to abandon all fears when the storms come;but I am learning. I may not begin to dance at the beginning of the storm; but at some point, I place my hand in God's. When I do the rain is more gentle and taste sweeter and I wonder why did I struggle.
Any rate, each storm bring on trials. Testing where you must trust God that whatever has happened: has happened for a purpose. When the storm comes, we immediately want to retreat from it. We hide ourselves looking for a safe place until the storm has passed. This is human instinct.
But what if? What if we decided to embrace the storm and learn the rythm of the rolling thunder,wind and lighting? What if we lift our hands toward the clouds and begin to praise our common Creator? Begin to seek out God as our dance partner and place ourselves into His embrace, abandoning our fears and trusting that He will guide us through the storm .
If we were to practice this dance over and over, would we then run toward the sound of the thunder and begin to look forward to the dance that would bring us closer to our Partner ,God?
I for one have yet learned how to abandon all fears when the storms come;but I am learning. I may not begin to dance at the beginning of the storm; but at some point, I place my hand in God's. When I do the rain is more gentle and taste sweeter and I wonder why did I struggle.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)