Friday, March 29, 2013

Dear Jesus


Dear Jesus,

Thank you for not loving your own life more than mine. Thank you for loving your Father so much that you obeyed Him even unto your own death. Thank you for taking a beating for me, so Satan can't touch me when I trip up and gratify my flesh, my repentance writing a bloody "not guilty" across my spirit. It says you endured it for the joy set before you. For your inheritance. That is me, and all the others. I am your joy? Perfect beauty came down to die for me. How many could believe such a thing? We know what we are. Or do we? Perhaps we've been listening to Satan's lies far too long. Who does God say I am? Beloved.



John 3:14-17 Amplified Bible

14And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the desert [on a pole], so must [so it is necessary that] the Son of Man be lifted up [on the cross],(B)

15In order that everyone who believes in Him [who cleaves to Him, trusts Him, and relies on Him] may [c]not perish, but have eternal life and [actually] live forever!

16For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten ([d]unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life.

17For God did not send the Son into the world in order to judge (to reject, to condemn, to pass sentence on) the world, but that the world might find salvation and be made safe and sound through Him.

AMEN.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Tales From A Desert Time (for my friend)


A Hurting, Thankful Bride (Parts 1 & 2)

She's hurting, but she dare not get upset or complain, for He is perfect and she doesn't want to seem ungrateful, or... un-spiritual. So she thanks Him for the crumbs, thanks Him for the rags that at least cover her nakedness as she wanders the desert. She licks the dew off the blades of grass, she crushes a cactus with a rock and sucks the juice. She is thankful for the liquid that keeps her body alive. She remembers a story of water from a rock and manna from the sky, but it's not to be found here. There is a purpose, she says, I just can't see it. He loves me, His word says so, He has shown me His kindness before. Other seasons have been good, this is just a difficult season, press on, press on. 
A sandstorm sweeps the desert, she survives, in a mysterious cave she stumbled upon at the last minute. Thank you God, she says, you have spared my life again. Her eyes sting from the dust, she wipes them with her rags. The storm over, she emerges from the cave and adjusts her burning eyes to view the landscape. All the cacti lay on the ground, destroyed. She waits for the dew, she licks the grass. The sun rises, the dew dries up and the heat saps her strength. She goes back to the cave to hide from the heat and collapses in a heap. Thank you for the cave and the dew, she whispers hoarsley, her lips crack and bleed. She takes a breath and something breaks, her exhale is a wail, loud and clear. She cannot control it any longer. She cannot silence her broken heart and she wails. Deeply. Tears flow, hot and abundant. She wails her heart's contents, spilling it all over the ground, all over His feet. Loudly. The lament pushes tears into dry ground. Her tears begin to reach seeds that have waited, waited, waited...

As she is overwhelmed by the pain of her wounds and the pain of her broken heart she pours out her tears. Her wails ask Him where His lovingkindness is, where He has gone. Does He not see? Where are You? What have I done? The tears pour hot to the ground, to the dry, barren ground. As the streams flow from her heart toward her God, the thirsty, cracked desert drinks deeply. Seeds long forgotten, buried deep, are awakened by the flow. As she lays on the ground, at His mercy, the only hope she has left, she feels a softness under her fingers. She opens her eyes, dimly, and sees a transformation beginning all around her barren place. Shoots of fresh, green growth have enveloped her and begin to rise upward, reaching to the sky. As her body is cooled and nourished by the vegetation, she gains her strength. All around her a beautiful garden has sprung up. She hears footsteps coming toward her. In the cool of the evening He has come, as in days of old, where intimate friendship was worked out in the very first garden. Suddenly she realizes, that her lament was not only hers, but His.



The Well: Living Water

A desert is a place devoid of streams, rivers or lakes; there can be no life there apart from the underground streams that become accessible through an Oasis or a well. If there is no place where the underground streams can surface, then the water has to be accessed through digging and actively drawing it up as needed. Labourious, but sufficient nonetheless. Once drawn up it nourishes those who are present at that moment to drink it, or infrastructure must be built to keep drawing the water out and distributing it for specific purposes.

Once you have this water source, you are saved, there may be desert all around you, but you will be a garden sufficient for the nourishment of those whom God puts in your path. I think that is a key element in the equation of sufficiency. If we are careless with what God has given us – not taking sufficient time to draw from the well of His presence, we will begin to wilt. We can give of ourselves generously however, in the place of His calling, doing what we see Him doing when we sit with Him in the secret place, and not run dry. As we are faithful to draw on Him as we pour out that Living Water through our own hearts to others, our “gallons per minute” increase to meet the demand.

It is all about spending time at the Well, without that, we won't last, we won't have fresh water for ourselves or others, and we may turn to whatever substitutes are available. Unfortunately these may sustain a form of life for a period of time, but it can't produce good fruit, there can't be healthy growth, if any at all. This form of life may be diverting for a time, but eventually it will produce it's own type of fruit, as Jesus said, “By their fruit you will know them”, (what their source is).

Sources of water have been fought over since ancient times, scripture tells us that Earth used to be watered from a mist that rose and fell, as well as from underground streams, however that changed with a significant climate shift that caused heavy rains and some famous flooding. No longer was all of Earth watered equally with a mist and accessible underground streams, the garden of Eden a not so distant memory, but the drastic shift in the climate that brought deserts to the earth was a result of the increased, widespread and prolific perversion of mankind. This is a picture of the spiritual condition, as the “visible speaks of the invisible”. What we do affects nature and not just by physically polluting it. Scripture tells us that nature “groans for the Sons of God (a unisex term like Man, as in mankind) to be revealed”, like a mother bringing forth children, the earth is instrumental in bringing forth the mature Sons of God. Sons who are in relationship with the Father.

So with that in mind, should we be surprised when we find ourselves in a dry place, forced to dig for water, battling forces that are hellbent on preventing the Children of God from “subduing the earth” - turning it back into the garden of Divine intimacy, beauty, nourishment and health? In places where Oasis exhist there are also fierce battles, and many, many, attractive substitutes, to keep people from drawing on the source of Living Water. It is as though we have an enemy. The destroyer of life will do anything to prevent the children of God from succeeding in their divine commission.

We have been given the means to transform the world around us, it has been slow going. Why? We are in a spiritual war and one of satan's greatest tactics is to turn what ought to be authentic relationship with God – into mere religiosity, form without power, stagnant rules of man that put people in bondage rather than set them free, decimating our hearts. There have been genuine revivals, outpourings of God's Spirit, healings, miracles, signs and wonders, but we build theology around it, enshrine it and begin to worship the infrastructure instead of the Source. The Source would not share us with anything less than Himself and so He withdraws, hoping we'll notice what we did, hoping we'll notice the impotence of our foolishness. If we notice, we pursue, we grow and we increase. If we don't notice, and continue with our new status quo of maintaining and worshiping an outdated infrastructure, we become stagnant and spiritually sterile.

One of the reasons we don't pursue Him when He withdraws His manifest presence, is that He often withdraws into the wilderness, into the desert. We may initially realize His manifest presence has left, but when we catch sight of that desert we get scared and we convince ourselves that He wouldn't have gone there, so we camp out where we experienced Him last, hoping He'll return to where we are, but that probably won't happen, as His Word tells us...”Behold, I am doing a new thing, do you not percieve it?”

Why the wilderness? Why a desert? In my own experiences I have learned that this is where He reveals His heart to us, when we choose to follow, trusting, by faith, to put all our eggs in His basket, we enter a realm of intimacy and maturity in God that He only opens to us as we prove our love this way. Eventually the wilderness and the desert will test all our resolve, even while He cares and provides for our needs (which He determines). We will run into questions about what He is doing and what He was thinking – either that, or we will tell our heart to be quiet and keep a stiff upper lip... but then we have lost the whole point.

The pursuit of God into the desert opens the door to a deeper knowing of His heart only after we open the doors of our heart to Him. As we pour out our hearts to Him in all honesty, emptying of ourselves (the good, the bad and the ugly), He comes and fills us, He not only provides for us physically, but emotionally. He satisfies our heart, and in doing so, reveals His heart for us. We get to know Him more deeply, in a way that would not have been possible in the excitement and rush of our mountain top experiences with Him. Wilderness, or desert times, when navigated well (in pursuit of God), will precede a spiritual promotion. It prepares our hearts to recieve and succeed in seasons of abundance, minimizing our ability to become corrupted. We will be able to discern God's voice among the throngs of others that will clamour for our attention in the lands flowing with milk and honey.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

When Good, Even Godly, Is Bad.

This topic comes across my consciousness all too often.  It is a topic that elicits emotion in me, it exposes my impatience with others on matters that, although I've been given a grace to deal with in my own life, I am not immune from any more than anybody else.  So I'm going to write about it, because it might help me process those emotions, which have got me in trouble on occasion, and hopefully help others as well.

We each have been given gifts, one of mine (I think) is the ability to self-analyze and process my own soul and spirit issues and dialogue with God about it to get through to the other side of whatever the issue happens to be.  I say that, because some of what I might write next may sound proud, it's not coming from a place of pride, though, it's coming from a place of experience and observation.  I've been there, done that, and I am attempting to pass it on so that others can spare themselves the discomfort or agony or time wasted, that I have experienced and/or observed.

So here goes.

Any time the lack of something you want whether in your life or in someone else's or in or from another person (including God) elicits a negative and ongoing emotional response in you, you have a problem.  You might be thinking, "yeah, duh", at me right now, but hear me out.  If something is bearing bad fruit in your life it doesn't matter how good the tree looks, or even is.  If there is bad fruit (like negative and ongoing problems) the "tree" (whatever the desire is) is growing in the wrong spot in your life.  You've planted it between you and God, between you and another person, between you and the right thing to do.

That may also seem like a no-brainer, but in reality, it is not.  I have witnessed many, including myself, who have had a whole grove planted in the wrong spot.  The wrong spot being between you and God. The more you have planted there, the harder it will be to see God clearly, hear Him clearly, or even recognize Him.  Some of our trees look very Godly and we think God put them there.  He didn't.  These are often the worst kind, the hardest ones to see for what they are.  These Godly-looking trees.  These Godly desires.  These God-given desires.  If planted in the wrong spot they will bear bad fruit.  Bad fruit for you.  Bad fruit for others.  Bad.

How can something that feels so good, feel so right, feel so... God, be bad?  I think it may be dawning on you now.  Why do some people get drunk?  Why do we like to shop?  Why do we watch movies too late and eat too much chocolate?  We do these things, because they feel good, they suck us in, we want something from them.  Later, after we reap the fruit of our actions, do we realize an important truth.  What we did was took something that in itself might not be a bad thing, might even be a good thing, but by what we did with it turned it into something that bore bad fruit.  The same thing is possible even with a "God thing" or a "God-given" desire.  We take it and put it in a space that feels good, fulfills something that is lacking, but it is in the wrong space, between you and God.  No way?  Yes way.  Seen it too many times.  Sorry to say.

To be continued...


Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Thoughts on Sacrifice

It's a snow day today, my girls are home.  This could be the shortest post ever.  I am choosing to be optimistic.

A couple days ago I was pondering the difference between laying down your life for another and sacrificing who you are.  I think both Christians, and those who are not, can be equally at risk of losing sight of the glorious creation that is uniquely them.

Some Christians, meaning well, and thinking they are pleasing God (or in their desire to meet some expectation), have lost themselves in serving to the point of burn-out and deeply buried un-fulfillment (which can lead to confusion, disappointment, depression and disillusionment, or pride, judging others, bitterness, etc.).  I have also observed a similar phenomena among "non- Christians", where their plumb line might be "the Joneses" - or what they represent (happiness, success etc), a veneered unreality masking as reality (whether rich and materialistic or grass-roots earthy).

I think the problem stems from not knowing who we are or who God is.  Sometimes we'll only learn through the process of elimination.  We need hard evidence that our way doesn't actually work, before we ask God's opinion.  Many of us are so bound by fear, because we have a faulty image of God, that our circumstances need to get very painful before we turn to the One who has all the answers.

I lay down my life for my family every day, by blundering my way through the necessary domestic duties.  I lay down my life by asking God's opinion and direction for it and then following that.  I lay down my life by admitting when I am wrong and apologizing.  I lay down my life by listening to nudges from Holy Spirit and following them, God helping me.  I lay down my life by respecting my husband.  I lay down my life by being the parent God wants me to be, God helping me.

I don't sacrifice who I am, by not responding to every need and want of others.  I don't sacrifice who I am, by not being a domestic goddess of motherhood, because the basics of domesticity have been enough to break me, any more and it would be a graphic mess.  I don't sacrifice who I am, by sticking to my beliefs and values at the possible expense of popularity.  I don't sacrifice who I am, by pursuing what burns in my heart of hearts and not apologizing for it, while we clothe ourselves out of laundry baskets.  I don't sacrifice who I am, by spending time doing what I think is important, which may not be what you think is important.  I don't sacrifice who I am, by being honest with myself and others about my limitations.

Jesus lay down His life for me, but He never sacrificed who He was.  He knew His Father, He knew His call, and He was given the grace, through His relationship with God the Father, to run the race to the end.  At times He was misunderstood.  He was emulated.  He was hated.  He was loved.  He succeeded in fulfilling God the Father's plan for His life.  To some He looked like a failure.  To others He was a hero.  Some worshipped Him.  Some crucified Him.  Such is the life of conviction without compromise.  He was fulfilled.  His food was to do the will of His Father, who sent Him.  He lay down His life, but did not sacrifice who He was.  For Love, for joy.  Strength born out of relationship with God.

Laying down our lives produces the fruit of joy and peace in seeing our transformation into the likeness of Jesus.  Sacrificing who we are does not produce peace and joy, but the opposite, some of which I mentioned earlier in this post.  Sacrifice tries to buy relationship, laying down is the product of relationship and is based on love and trust.

Learn who you are.  It's worth the dig.  Be true to yourself.  Walk with Love, He will show you the way.

If we don't love ourselves, we will have no idea how to love others.

Someone somewhere wrote this:
"The glory of God is Man fully alive."

I want to be fully alive.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Why 'My Christianity. Honestly."

I have several blogs and now I add this one.

Why:

I am hoping that this one will be easier to keep up because I did not limit myself with a theme.  I want the freedom to write my thoughts, emotions, ponderings, epiphanies, tantrums and interactions with God as they roll off my passionate mood.  And it is important to me (God knows why) for you, the reader, to understand that I am human and I am also a spiritual Christian, and that the two are not contradictory terms.

I care about real relationship with God, purity, transformation and wholeness.  Being real.  I hate homework, cooking/baking, making lunches and will not likely win parent of the year awards.  I don't do crafts.  I am not from venus, I am from mars and my husband understands and loves me the way I am.  I am blessed.  He also is not afraid to stand up to me and we have a very loving and dynamic relationship.  It's fantastic.  If God had not created my husband such a wonderful man, I may have become a nun, even though I am not Catholic.  Seriously.  I guess I might have to become Catholic to become a nun.  Fine with me.

I am also not just any human, but of a group of humans that are referred to as artistic, intellectual, gifted types.  No I did not give myself this title.  I discovered the artist thing early, but the other came over 30 years later, while trying to figure out why one of my children is so sensitive (emotionally and physically), moody, emotional, brilliant, anxious, creative, passionate, strong willed, opinionated, talented, perseverant (in what she loves), stick in mud (in what she hates), lives in heaven or hell (emotionally, depending on ?) and loves being alone, undisturbed, for great lengths of time, then emerging with something brilliant and complex.  All by age 5.

That is all for now.

Later.