Friday, June 26, 2009

Noah's Rainbow



This morning a very dear lady who suffers from some serious diseases arose early and couldn't go back to sleep. So she got up, went to her chair to pray, and ended up praying for Noah's results to be okay today.

A few minutes later she felt prompted by the Spirit to go look out the window. Not the window she usually looks out. The other window. When she pulled back the curtains, a huge rainbow graced the sky. No rain. Just a beautiful, clear rainbow.

Noah's rainbow.

She knew to expect the call she got a few minutes later from my mom. She knew that Noah would be okay.

And he is! Praise the Lord, God has spared our son from cancer, and he is a healthy little boy with some overactive lymph nodes! The peace that God has provided the whole way through this trial has been in part from all the wonderful people who have prayed for us with compassion and love. We are so thankful for the grace of the Lord in giving us so many people who love our son. We are most thankful for the dear Lord who loves him more than we do. We know he will always be safe in our Father's hands.

And last night at dinner Noah prayed for the special lady that has been praying for him. We will never forget how important prayer is, and how much we need to pray for those who are suffering. Prayer changes things. I am now more convinced of this than ever.

And we will never forget about Noah's rainbow. This one, nor the one that the original Noah saw as he stepped out of the ark onto waterlogged, but dry ground. Noah will hear both stories, and he will learn to trust the Lord, and to trust His faithful promises.

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promises. 2 Peter 3:9


Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Chaos... Yet Peace



And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 4:7

I am at a place I never expected to be. It's one of those things that you worry constantly as a mother will happen, but you never truly anticipate your worst fears becoming a reality.

For anyone who is a mother, you can appreciate my fears for my children. It seems especially during these years of pregnancy and hormonal ups and downs that it's so easy to be anxious over every sniffle and fever.

The ironic thing is now that I am facing a very real unknown, though I am definitely worried and anxious for the results that we will get Friday, I am experiencing a completely ridiculous, even inappropriate peace. Those are strange words to use, I know, but it is the only way I can think to describe my emotional state right now.

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, my three-year-old son had surgery yesterday to remove three huge lymph nodes that are at this moment being biopsied to check for lymphoma. This alone, I know, is not a huge cause for concern, since the statistics are excellent (almost 90%) for them to come back benign. Yet when the doctor removed them, he told us with concern that they were "suspicious." I suppose that moves us down in the percentage a few categories.

It's a mystery to me how I can get myself so worked up into the "what ifs" and "please, Lord, no" of this life when nothing is wrong, and then when God does allow a stressful week of waiting to know whether we are about to embark on a scary road of childhood cancer or if we will be set free from this trial... well, there's just so much peace.

Don't get me wrong. I feel a great weight almost crushing my chest, stealing my breath. It's kind of like running a marathon - pushing past that pain to persevere and finish this race. It's burning, it hurts, it's the furthest thing from comfortable. But I'm okay with being here.

What? Okay with the possibility of your son having cancer? Of course, the answer is a resounding NO! The thought of it is the scariest thing I have ever seriously considered. But I'm okay with God allowing something really painful. I'd compare it to when Peter jumped out of that boat and started walking on that water toward Jesus. As long as his eyes were pinned on Jesus, he did fine. It was only when he started looking around at where he was that he started to sink and be afraid. So at this moment my eyes are GLUED to Christ. I get senses of the scary storm around me, but all I see is Him. And I am definitely okay with that. I would say I can see His face more clearly right now. And I have to admit, He's beautiful.

So all this to say, don't waste your joyful times worrying about the battles to come. God doesn't give His perfect peace that passes understanding to us when we don't need it. But don't mistake it - it's there in abundance, overflowing - when we do.

And please pray for my little boy if you think of it. Please pray that God will spare him the hard road of cancer. Please pray that we will get a good report of benign lymph nodes later this week.

But pray most of all that God will do His perfect will. Because He really does know best, whatever the circumstances are. I can say that with more assurance than I ever have before.

"It feels like chaos, but somehow there's peace." - Sanctus Real

Sunday, June 21, 2009

My Only Son



You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you... Isaiah 26:3

My most precious possession... my only son
With trembling hands, I lay him at Your feet
I give up control of his life, his health, his future
For I know it was never mine.

I trade my questions, my fears, my moments of doubt and bewilderment
I give them up to you, knowing that in return You promise...
Perfect peace. Beyond my capacity to understand.

A peace that doesn't make sense. A peace that surprises me, surprises those who watch me step into this trial where my son will be placed on Your altar. They know I should be wild with fear. They know I should be weeping, not praising.

And yet I praise. I praise You for being so good for an eternity past that my mind has no rational reason not to let you hold him. I praise You because You have always been a healer, compassionate to the frailty of our lowly bodies wracked with sin. Were I to turn my son over to a human being, to take him and try to heal him with shaking human weakness, I would despair. It is only because a sparrow can't fall without You watching and caring. It is only because of the droves of people that brought their children to You in order to have your holy, gentle hands heal their diseases. You have given so much hope to so many parents, that I cannot help but trust You.

My only son, yet he is yours. You deserve to have his tender heart within your capable hands that hold the universe. For You gave me Your son. Willingly. Without compulsion. I give you mine because I have no choice. He is only safe with you. You gave me yours to die in my place. You offered him on the altar for my sake that there might be some hope of my life glorifying you instead of being a waste.

My only son, because of your only Son.

Take him in Your arms. Heal him. Set him right and set him on his feet again. May he grow, and learn more about You, and follow You to places You have planned for him to journey. May he love you unreservedly, with complete trust and hope that translates into simple faith. May his life glorify Your name.

May You start a work in his heart as he walks through this trial, hand in hand with his mom and dad. May all of this be a tool used for Your kingdom, to bring honor to Your name.

For that is what I pray my only son's life will accomplish.

And I'm thankful for the peace that passes all understanding, and keeps our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Lord, You are good.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Two Purposes for Life



"Did God die on the cross?"

This was the abrupt question from my three-year-old son recently, as I sat at the breakfast table with my children. Pleasantly surprised by the question, I took a minute to thank the Lord, since I have been eagerly waiting for Noah to show some interest in the cross and salvation. In my pause, my five-year-old Hannah beat me in answering.

"Yes, Jesus died on the cross for our sins."

I took a breath, about to pick up where she had left off...

"And because of that, we can have our sins forgiven and go to heaven someday. Do you have sins, Noah?"

I looked back at Noah, who was soaking up his sister's words. I was impressed. I'm not commonly sure that Noah hears a word I say.

"No, I don't have any sins." he replied, looking a little confused, as if he wasn't sure this was correct, but rather that he thought it was the right answer. He knew he SHOULDN'T have sins, even though he was pretty sure he did.

"Oh, yes, you do!" Hannah said in a cheerful tone, the excitement of her year-and-a-half as a follower of Christ spilling over in her expression.

"Oh." Noah smiled, glad that Hannah had answered for him.

I waited, wondering if the moment was over and we had lost dear Noah to thoughts of airplanes or the pool or the bug crawling on the wall. But Hannah wasn't finished with him yet.

"Would you like to ask God to forgive your sins so you can go to heaven?" she invited. I almost expected her to break forth in a rousing rendition of "I Have Decided to Follow Jesus."

"Yeah." Noah said. "And I like to fly the airplane in the backyard."

I saw Hannah's face fall a little bit, and she returned to eating her breakfast, sensing that she had lost her brother's attention.

"He's still little." I reminded her. "You're doing a good job telling others about Jesus, just like the Bible tells us."

"Yeah." she agreed. "But mom, I feel sad for the people who don't believe in Jesus when they die."


I nod, sighing. "Me too."

What I would give for such an uncomplicated version of a heart dedicated to the Great Commission. There are no obstacles for her that I let come into my heart, like "Now isn't the right time" or "I don't know what to say" or "When they ask I'll know it's time to say something." She just speaks from a heart overflowing with love for her Savior.

I know there have been and will always be times when the Spirit speaks through me and uses me to share His wonderful story. But my daughter's simple attitude convicts me that those times should come more often. That I should worry less about the mechanics of sharing the major points of theology and just live and breathe the One I love, the One who is coming, the One who is the answer to any problem this life will inevitably bring around.

After all, I'm here for a reason, and it isn't to have a nice house and fill it with nice things and have all my needs and wants met. God wouldn't have left us here for this time if there weren't a specific purpose in all the hard times we face throughout our earthly sojourning. There are two, and only two, ultimate purposes for life.

ACCEPT CHRIST.

TELL OTHERS.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Amendment

It's a rather basic rule for writers. At least for this culture. Don't preach to your audience. As strongly as I feel about any subject, it is not helpful to shake my finger in people's faces and tell them what's what.

So I amend my post from yesterday. Modification is in order. While I stand by every point I made, I left out the part where I give some practical applications to how I am going to endeavor to change my heart in the matter of being a member of the Laodicean church. (see previous post)

So, how in the world can I go from where I am to the place God has for me? How can I be earnest, repent, and invite Jesus into my heart's home to fellowship with him in this busy, busy society and time?

Well, I haven't figured it all out yet. But I've got some ideas. Obviously, the answer is in the Bible. Tonight in our family devotions we read Deuteronomy 30. A verse has been stuck in my mind ever since.

See, I set before you today life and prosperity, death and destruction. For I command you today to love the LORD your God, to walk in his ways, and to keep his commands, decrees and laws; then you will live and increase, and the LORD your God will bless you in the land you are entering to possess.

The key is loving God. When we love him, it makes us desire what he desires, and the result will be that we walk in his ways. When we do that, we find peace despite our circumstances. But this key is hard to grasp hold of in a time that is so against God in so many ways. Loving God cannot happen if we don't know him. The more time we spend with him, the easier this will come to us.

So if I can focus my energy and effort on loving God more, I will see him start to work in my life toward earnestness, toward repentance, and toward fellowship with him. It's what he wants. If the Creator of this universe desires to fellowhip with me, what kind of life am I missing out on if I choose my own way?

Just my thoughts on this Wednesday evening. I pray we all figure out what God wants for the church in this time in history. He loves us. He wants us. Let's move back toward him. Let's purpose to do things his way, even if it requires more effort than we think we possess.

It's suprising what you possess when you surrender to such an amazing Source of life and peace.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Bible Stands



I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth. You say, 'I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.' But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked. I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so you can see. Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. To him who overcomes, I will give the right to sit with me on my throne, just as I overcame and sat down with my Father on his throne.

What do you think when you are driving on the highway, and some driver comes along, disregarding every traffic law in the book right beside your car? Driving on the wrong side of the road, speeding or going below the speed limit, passing in no passing zones, not wearing seatbelts... or my personal pet peeve - parents who do not have young children in car seats, but rather allow them to move about the car freely and unrestrained?

Of course, it bothers all that are safe and conscientious drivers. We don't like to see people disobey the law, especially when it is we who suffer the consequences.

Consider this. Say you are driving and doing everything you should be, when a cop pulls you over, saunters up to your window, and something like this comes out of his mouth:

"A ways back you passed a car that was moving more slowly."

"I didn't exceed the speed limit." you say, a bit confused.

"Yeah, but I've decided that passing is against the law today. You just never know when passing is going to turn into speeding, and I'm not allowing it anymore."

Sounds kind of ridiculous, doesn't it? Of course this is counterproductive and not helpful to the general state of the roadways. What is concerning is that we as a church increasingly are doing everything we can to sabotage our own growth and productivity in Christ, the work He has us on this earth to do. Some of the ways we do this we don't even think about.

God made it clear from these verses from Revelation 3 to the Laodicean church (which I believe is most likely a representation of the final part of the church age)that being neither hot nor cold is unacceptable to Him. There are so many ways that we as a body of Christ make ourselves lukewarm, but all of them can be traced back to one major problem in the church today - and that is failure to yield to the authority of the Scripture.

This manifests in many different ways. Some go ahead and write new Scripture to add to the Bible. The problem arises when their words contradict the Bible. It seems people generally choose their own ideas in these cases.

Some hold on to traditions as the same as Scripture. This can be much more deceiving for believers who consider themselves to truly be saved by Christ, and may very well be. They have been taught a certain way of believing, which is very close to the Word, but still not quite right. When challenged, they cling to the traditions and teaching they have been handed down rather than cling to God's Words and let all else fall away.

It is interesting to think about some of the preconceived notions we have as a church that are not necessarily rooted in the Bible. An example of this is our ideas about Satan. I'm sure he is very relieved that the church believes he is so all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-seeing. I'm sure he's glad we think he can be everywhere, and attack each and every one of us. We've made him into a sort of "anti-God" when in reality he is only an angel. A fallen angel at that. And though he has a third of the angels that God created on his side, his abilities are so inferior to God's magnificent power that he isn't worth fearing or giving more credit than he is due. (When we are living in the strength of Christ, that is, for there is no question that he and his legions are still more powerful than us as human beings.)

We also tend to make heroes out of people, especially those who live in the past and whom we have never known personally. We have a very skewed picture of those who have gone before in Christ's name. Examples are the crusaders, whom for some reason I was taught to respect for their zeal in the name of Christ. When you take a good hard look at history, though, a great many of them actually went out and murdered God's people in Christ's name. Repercussions of these horrific acts of violence still ripple through the world today. Another example is the Puritans. They were certainly Puritans who truly loved Christ and lived for him. But a great amount of legalism existed in the Puritan life, and many people lost their freedom, their families, even their lives in honor of the rigid and impossibly stifling rules and demands Puritan leaders placed on their followers. Rules God never intended.

We tend to think that going overboard in our "righteous acts" would cause us to be "hotter" in God's eyes. In fact, it has the exact effect that God says makes him sick to his stomach. We mix our own version of righteousness, which is cold and dead, with His version, which is on fire with life and truth, and the result is a stale, disgusting, unappetizing lukewarm, like a drink that's been sitting in a hot car all afternoon.

I know this entry is long and more complex than I usually write. But if you don't read anything else, read this. God isn't interested in our brand of Christianity. It isn't good for us, it doesn't help us love or relate or win the lost he died to save. It's something that makes God sick.

That should be enough for all of us to get over what we think and just stick to what he says.


I don't mean just believing it. I mean first of all knowing it, which we are so lazy about. We are so busy and so distracted by our things and our money and our hobbies that we don't have time to study and know and love our Lord through his awesome and life-changing Book. That's why we don't know the truth, we don't understand his doctrines, and why we feel comfortable adding so much to it.

After we know what it says, we will learn to love God the way we are supposed to. The way that gives us life, and peace, and strength, and joy. He says that we should buy from him "gold refined by fire." That's not an easy thing to seek. It means we are going to have to suffer as He molds us and burns off all that doesn't belong. We would rather be happy. Healthy. Relaxed. Safe. And although the Lord promises in the passage that he does love us and wants these things for us, now is not the time. They are for later. Now we are to welcome that which seems hard.

He has two strong petitions for us: Be Earnest, (not lazy, selfish, apathetic, or proud but rather hard-working, others-focused, zealous and humble,) and then he urges us to repent. We have such a comfortable relationship with sin. We don't mind breaking God's rules as long as we don't break our own. Sin is sin, and for us to truly have a relationship with God, sin must be cared for. Whether ultimately in the saving power of Christ's gift, or day-to-day so that we can know him on a deeper level.

It's a challenge that's hard to write, because I know that I tend toward warm just as much as any other Christian in this time and place. But I want more. I want to be hot. I want God's people to be hot. We are so spoiled. It's time for us all to wake up and get it together.

I don't know if these words will mean anything, or if anyone is still reading. But I pray that we can get our temperature up in this culture and society. He's going to return, and none of us are going to be paying attention. None of us are going to be ready to leave.

Time to get ready.

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