Words

I've been trying to think of something authentic and worth-your-while to write for this blog over the past couple of weeks, but to no avail. And it just came to me why that might be: I'm sick of words. Sometimes I look at my life and that's all I see - words, words and more words. I do a lot of talking and singing and reading and writing, and not much else. And I'm thinking that maybe that's not ok.


I finally signed myself into youtube and made a playlist of all my favourite songs this past week! Twenty-six songs that really speak to me - can't believe I've waited so long to do this...One song on my list is Lifesong by Casting Crowns. Unlike most of the other songs on my new list, I hadn't heard this one for a while and really just added it because I remembered that I liked it at one time, and it was in the list of suggested videos down the side of the page... However, once I listened to it again, one line in particular really jumped out at me:

Empty hands held high
Such small sacrifice
If not joined with my life
I sing in vain tonight

I just have to ask myself: have I been singing in vain? And writing in vain? And preaching in vain? And posting God-things on facebook in vain? What does it all amount to, anyway? Are these merely small, empty sacrifices? Am I just talking the talk?

I'm not expecting an answer - but it's a thought that deserves examination, I think. And if all this singing and writing and talking are encouraging a few people and helping them see and know and trust and serve God even a little more deeply, clearly, fully - then I must believe all is not in vain. Two scriptures keep coming to mind when I consider this question: "be still and know that I am God" (Psalm 46:10) and "faith without works is dead" (James 2:17). The first reminds me that what I do is not the only important thing - God invites me to be still and know Him. But the second! Here are the surrounding verses:

What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.

But someone will say, “You have faith; I have deeds.” Show me your faith without deeds, and I will show you my faith by my deeds. (James 2:15-18)

Since I believe that all the parts of the Bible fit together, I have to conclude that these thoughts are not mutually exclusive; that both are significant.  Food for thought; fuel for action.  I'm so thankful that God has brought this to my attention; I'm excited to see what He wants to do with me! Excited, scared, anticipating, freaked...you know :)  I'm praying that all this will serve to help me be a little more deliberate, intentional as I go about my day-to-day. Because that's where the rubber hits the road - am I living the love of Jesus in my closest relationships; in my family, with my friends and colleagues? I'm thinking that as I learn to live this out, I'll be finding more and more real joy. Praying God's peace and direction for you (yes, you!) as you journey further down your own path - bless you!







From Sorrow to Joy

It's been a hard week. These past few days, I've become acutely, painfully aware of my own personal sinfulness. My relationships, my habits, my day-to-day activities, my very thoughts - everything in my world seems to be conspiring to bring my faults into glaring clarity. And it hurts. I'm ashamed. Maybe it's no coincidence that all this is happening parallel to the beginning of Lent. There's been quite a lot of discussion on facebook this week surrounding Lent; people giving up chocolate or fiction; people fasting and praying; people wondering what Lent is and if we should even participate since Lent itself isn't a Biblical practice. Personally, I believe that any tradition is what you make it, Lent included. If there's no reason or purpose behind the sacrificing of a particular pleasure or vice save that everyone's doing it, to me it has little true value. Sure, you might lose a few pounds or get rid of an unhealthy habit, which is good, but I think the practice of Lenten sacrifice can have so much more meaning when we use the time to deliberately, intentionally consider what Jesus did for us and our dire need of Him. Traditionally, it's known as a time of preparation of the heart to receive and celebrate Jesus, culminating with the pinnacle of Easter and resurrection. So I guess that's what I'm doing. I'm taking a long, hard look within, not making excuses, not glossing anything over, no pretense, no evasion. And I don't like what I'm finding. Not one bit.


I participated in a beautiful, meaningful Ash Wednesday service (the first day of Lent) this week. The music and lyrics and liturgy were well-crafted and thoughtfully compiled. In one part of the service, we all together recited a confession of sin. I'd like to share it here:

Most holy and merciful God: we confess to you and to one another, and before the whole company of heaven, that we have sinned by our fault, by our own fault, by our own most grievous fault, in thought, word and deed, by what we have done and by what we have left undone.

We have not loved you with our whole heart, and mind and strength. We have not loved our neighbours as ourselves. We have not forgiven others as we have been forgiven.

We have shut our ears to your call to serve as Christ served us. We have not been true to the mind of Christ. We have grieved your Holy Spirit.

Our past unfaithfulness, the pride, envy, hypocrisy,
and apathy that have infected our lives.,

we confess to you.

Our self-indulgent appetites and ways,
and our exploitation of other people,

we confess to you.

Our negligence in prayer and worship,
and our failure to share the faith that is in us,

we confess to you.

Our neglect of human need and suffering, 
and our indifference to injustice and cruelty,

we confess to you.

Our false judgements, our uncharitable thoughts toward our neighbours,

and our prejudice and contempt toward those who differ from us,

we confess to you.

Our waste and pollution of your creation,
and our lack of concern for those who come after us,

we confess to you.

There are no words to describe how much grief I felt as a result of reciting this confession. It all fit! Every word! The sorrow that I was feeling over the state of my soul had begun the day before, and this prayer expressed what my downcast spirit had been unable to articulate. It's so clear to me this week that I don't deserve, can't do anything to deserve, this wild, extravagant, illogical grace and mercy. And right now, in my present mood of self-disgust, I don't even feel able to contemplate it, to receive it, to acknowledge that I might have some part in this glorious redemption. It's been a real challenge to be with people, to try and achieve some level of acceptable cordiality without feeling like an utter hypocrite. When most people smile and ask, " How are you?", they're not looking for much more than, "Good, thanks - and you?". (This isn't true of everyone, for which I am very grateful...) I know it's mostly a time issue and a socially-expected question/answer routine, but it's made me feel so false and hollow. Not that I want to go pouring out my heart to all I meet (that's what this blog is for, after all :) ), but I wish it was ok to say...something, something that reflects the reality of my current position; something to express that I'm not ok and that I'm ok with not being ok, and that you can be ok with that, too. It's a necessary process for me right now, I think. I'm hoping that it will eventually progress to a profound thankfulness for the solid fact of my salvation and a renewed sense of trust and power and resolve to follow hard after Christ. But I'm just not there yet. I feel the need to face up to the reality of my sinfulness, my brokenness, my depravity in light of the cross. I never want to take this indescribable gift for granted - though I know I often, almost always, do.


And so I'm sorrowful, sorrow-filled, that I could so belittle the grandeur of this gift, this love. I look at my life and think, "I've been at this for so long, shouldn't I be farther along than this?" I feel shame over the fact that God must take me through the same lessons over and over and over again, that I learn, rejoice, apply - and forget!


Dare I issue an invitation for you to join me in this part of the joy-journey? The beauty of it all is that even as I lament and grieve my sin, I'm already looking ahead to the end of the story, which is always the beginning of my story - hope, life, grace, peace, love.  The path to joy can, perhaps must, include sorrow - much like Jesus' own journey from the manger to the cross to the grave to miraculous life!

But he was pierced for our transgressions,

he was crushed for our iniquities;

the punishment that brought us peace was on him,

and by his wounds we are healed.

We all, like sheep, have gone astray,

each of us has turned to our own way

and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

(Isaiah 53:5-6)

I Give Up

I enjoyed the most delightful privilege this past Sunday of standing before a congregation that I love and proclaiming God's truth - which I also love :) Below is an excerpt of what I shared with them - maybe there's something here for you, too?

Do you have anyone in your life who’s a perfectionist? Or maybe you’re one yourself? Or even a recovering perfectionist? Maybe you’re not an across-the-board perfectionist – but maybe there are certain areas of your life where you strive for perfection? I have a confession to make: I’ve lived most of my life as a self-professed anti-perfectionist. (Maybe because I live with 2 of them? We’re not sure about Jake yet... ) I’ve been pretty outspoken about the issue of perfectionism, and never thought that it was a problem in my life at all. In fact, in most areas of my life, I’m very much a “good enough is good enough” kind of gal.  However, I’ve recently discovered 2 things about myself that did not impress me in the least: 1) that I’m a perfectionist in my writing…I’ve been writing a blog (this blog!) for a few years now, and it takes me FOREVER to dare to hit the publish button after I’ve written and re-written and re-re-written and proofread and corrected and thesaurus-ed  and proofed again...yeesh! And 2) In general, I’m a lazy perfectionist – how’s that for an oxymoron?! All my life, I would only attempt that which I could do very well very easily. And this caused the appearance of a sort of shiny perfect veneer over my life – it looked GREAT to the casual observer, and I did everything in my power to keep it looking that way!  For example, you might be familiar with the mad dash to clean up before company comes over? And while that may be a necessary dash in some cases so that guests can enter my home without tripping over half a million pairs of shoes or have a place to sit down without being pierced by Lego and light sabers, I took it too far, even getting out my scrubbing toothbrush to clean around the baseboards (and yes, it was only the imminent threat of company coming that would coax that scrubbing toothbrush out of hiding). Trying to look like one has a perfect life can be very tiring!

 It was today’s Scriptures that got me thinking along these lines.  In 3 out of 4 of our passages this morning, we are confronted with a list of rules, of do’s and don’ts, of resolutions to keep the law. (Leviticus 19:1-2, 9-18; Psalm 119:33-40; 1 Cor 3:10-11, 16-23; Matt 5:38-48, in case you were wondering) And we encounter this chilling command: “be holy because I am holy” in the OT reading, which is echoed in the Gospel: “be perfect, because I am perfect”. Now we perfectionists know better than anyone just how impossible it is to actually BE perfect, and how very stressful it is to keep trying and failing. Is this really what God requires of us? And if so, is it worth the effort, knowing we’ll just end up failing anyway?

 

Yes, it’s true that God calls His followers to a high standard, and yes, we’re to live holy and righteous and God-honouring lives. And we might look at that, count the cost, decide that it’s worth it and say, Ok God, I’ll give it my best shot. That’s what the world would tell us to do: try harder, work more, keep striving, do your best, never give up…it’s all about being independent and self-sufficient, pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps and clawing our way to the top.

 And if that was how God intended for us to live, there would be very few who would hang around in the long run. It’s exhausting to try and live a perfect life for any length of time – exhausting and discouraging and ultimately pointless, really; because we know it’s impossible! We can never measure up to the standard of perfection on our own.

 

But the good news is (you knew I was getting to this, right?) The good news is, God didn’t leave us on our own. It’s our New Testament reading  that offers us this astonishing hope: “Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in your midst?” After Jesus had died and been raised to life again, he appeared to his followers several times. These were some of his last words to them before he went up into Heaven:

 “Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the gift my Father promised,

which you have heard me speak about. For John baptized with water,

but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit...

You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you;

and you will be my witnesses..."

(from Acts 1)

 

The promise of power – power to do and to be all that God requires! To be His witnesses – to live a life that brings glory to Him, that points the way to Him. The Bible teaches that the Holy Spirit has several functions in the life of the believer, from comforting to convicting of sin; from teaching to reminding to producing fruit; from gifting to empowering…And not one of these depends even a speck on the effort I put in, the work I do – it’s all about God’s work in me, through me. (And we don't have to wait any more! As Billy Graham puts it, "This is the good news: we are no longer waiting for the Holy Spirit - He is waiting for us! We are no longer living in a time of promise, but in the days of fulfillment!")

I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened

in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you,

the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people,

and his incomparably great power for us who believe.

That power is the same as the mighty strength he exerted

when he raised Christ from the dead...!

(Ephesians 1:18-20)

Did you catch that? The same power that raised Jesus from the dead is available to us! Because the Holy Spirit is in us, we can dare to be brave and bold and authentic and take risks for God that in our own strength would be downright impossible! And I’m preaching to myself as much as to anyone else here – I have this amazing, life-changing, terrifying ministry opportunity in front of me right now, and as much as I believe this is the path God wants me to take, there are times when my doubts and worries and fears take over. What if I can’t do what’s needed? What if I try and fail? What if let everybody down? Very early on in my conversations with God about it, I confessed this to Him, and said, “God, I know myself – I can’t do this!”.  And He said (not audibly, but this is the sense I got) “That’s the whole point. I don’t want someone coming in to this who by the sheer force and weight of their personality and leadership skills will force the thing through in their own power. I need someone who can’t, so that I CAN!”

 

And I think that’s the whole point, the whole key to living for Him – acknowledging our weakness and inability and inadequacy and allowing the power of the Holy Spirit to do it all, by consciously, deliberately, regularly surrendering to Him and resting in His love and grace.

I asked God what words He had for us today. And I think I got an answer; you can weigh them for yourself and decide, but here is it: God wants you to give up. He wants you to stop trying so hard to do what you think you should do, to stop doing your best and hoping it will be enough, to stop striving for perfection on your own steam. He longs for you to surrender everything to Him so that He can begin to lead you in to His very best for you, to empower you to live the victorious, abundant, freedom-filled, risk-filled, joy-filled, satisfying life He has in mind for you. I can't, but He CAN!