Caught In The Middle Of Two First Christmas

Posted: December 25, 2013 in Love

Christmas is often a time we acknowledge first: first Christmas as a married couple, first Christmas in a new house, first Christmas with snow.

This morning, I acknowledged two first: one is beautifully glorious, the other is gloriously difficult.

The beautifully glorious celebration is the first Christmas with my 3 month old- Foster. While he’s my second child, he’s my boy. There’s so much potential I see in the chunky monkey. His innocent little smile will never understand the perfection he has in daddies eyes. His peaceful rest in my arms is so symbolic of a place I have been a lot this year.

Here’s why: while I celebrate the first Christmas with my beautiful son, I’m painfully taking each breath trying not to break into tears as I walk through the first Christmas without my PaPa. I’ll be honest- it sucks. I know he’s in heaven rejoicing and singing praises with his Savior. That’s comforting and all. But I miss him. And I think that’s okay.

Every Christmas he’d come to our house on Christmas morning to see all the crazy gifts Santa brought us. He’d bring his sling shot and sit on the front porch and shoot squirrels. He’d laugh and drink Sweet Tea and eat buckeye balls and potato candy. He’d play on the ground with us with our new toys. When we got older he’d take us out to ride bikes and shoot guns.

When I got married to Jess, I’ll never forget how much he loved her. He had stories to tell about her featuring Kudzu and bow hunting. When Riley came along, I’ll never forget him sitting in our house in NC and holding her. You could sense how proud he was, and I was proud to share her with him.

Today’s hard because he never got to hold Foster. So I just have to acknowledge today: I’m caught in the middle of two first. The first Christmas with my son, and the first Christmas without my PaPa.

He’d want me to be happy today. He’d want me to hold Jess a little closer and sit on the ground a little longer with the kids. He’d want me to love my parents a little more and get along with others more. He told me the day I entered ministry that I get paid to share the greatest message man can know. And I’ll do that. But not without a tear. At least today.

I’ll close by sharing a portion ofthe letter I read to him the last night I spent with him:

I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being there to make me laugh when I didn’t think I could or didn’t want to…but most of all, thanks for being a man of God. Thanks for teaching me how to love Jesus. Thanks for living it every day. Thanks for praying for me, believing in me, and trusting in me.

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Dear Student,

I’ve been where you are. I know what you’re thinking. Every time I challenge you to consider walking across the room and talking to that one guy or that one girl about Jesus. I know you think of a name. I know their face becomes clear before you. In most cases, multiple faces appear.

And I know your heart. I know you love Jesus and I know you want to serve Him and I know you want to grow and I know you believe that God wants the world for Christ. I know you mean it when you lift your hands in worship and close your eyes singing: “You are more, you are more than my words will ever say, You are Lord, You are Lord, all creation will proclaim…” I know you believe it. And I know you want to be a part of something that is massive and something that is huge and you want to be a world changer.

But I also know that for you, that person whose face comes into view in your mind during a moment of challenge is paralyzingly for you. I know that every scenario has been played through your head and I know that fear keeps you standing on your side or sitting at your table. I know that you feel a sense of shame that you just don’t have what it takes. I know you’re afraid your tongue will stopped working and you want have the words to say. I know you fear that the Word of God will leave you and their arguments will make you’re God look weak. I know you stand in fear of messing up. I know you stand in fear of ruining your friendship or your reputation. In short. I know you fear.

But let me introduce you to a man. A man not so different from yourself. A man challenged, just like you, to walk across the room. To engage in a conversation. The risk were steep, and the temptation to stand paralyzed were there. Reputation wasn’t just on the line- so was His life. He questioned the challenge. He weighed his options.

But He went. Yeah, he laid those thoughts aside, and He went. And I think there’s a reason. The potential outweighed the risk. He trusted God had a plan. God called his friend something he couldn’t dismiss- “My chosen instrument.” That changes perspectives. It changes how we see people. Protection turns to potential. Fear melts into purpose. Gods instrument.

The man was Ananias. His friend, the soon-to-be Apostle Paul. A world changer. God’s chosen instrument. We know the rest of the story.

So, students, do you believe your friend is Gods chosen instrument? Do you believe God could change a heart? Do you believe He has chosen for you to play a part?

You can do this. Why? Because God wants this. And what He wants, you can’t mess up. Who knows, He could lead you to be the one who SHARES with the next world changer. Oh, and one by one, you’re changing the world too.

I love you and believe in you,

Kirk

“Evangelicals have done a superb job of evangelizing people, bringing them to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord, but they are failing to provide believers with approaches to living that keep them going and growing in spiritual relationship with him.… Many start the life of faith with great enthusiasm, only to discover themselves in difficulty shortly afterward. Their high hopes and good intentions seem to fade away. The spirit may be willing, but the flesh proves weak.… People need support to keep them going when enthusiasm fades.”-Alister McGrath

A Primary Goal
Each week, our family of three (soon to be four) loads up the car and heads to Target for our weekly shopping experience. And experience it is. Often, my wife will head off with a shopping cart while my daughter and I will commence to roaming through the aisles examining the shelves for anything we “might need” or want. But mainly, we just roam.

There’s something homey about Target- something inherently comforting and personal that keeps us- and by us I mean my daughter and I- coming back week after week. I would venture to say its abnormal that father and two-year-old child come grocery shopping with mom on a consistent basis. But it’s a captivating place.

So what is it about the Target experience? Because, let’s face it, I’m not the only dad roaming the aisles while my wife shops. And there’s a reason that Target has succeeded in becoming one of the world’s top discount retailers. Branding expert Marc Gobe describes it as the human touch: “We are living in a time where we are losing control of our own lives—technologies move faster than we do—and globalization is a concept that is very hard to ‘completely embrace.’ People are seeking somehow to be reassured with anything that has some kind of human touch. Target delivers the human touch through communication, through their products, through the design of their stores and their people. You feel that personal touch and feel reassured in a world that’s not reassuring.”

Laura Rowley writes of her research on Target’s success in On Target: “Why do people gravitate to Target? When quality products are offered at a fair price, it implies honesty; someone respects the value of your hard-earned dollar. When a store is clean, well-organized, and gets you on your way quickly, it implies respect for your time. When the products are imaginative and stylish, it implies a belief that everyone, not just the wealthy, appreciates and deserves beauty. Giving away $100 million a year implies that someone shares your concerns about the community. The external experience is about shopping; the internal, emotional experience is about being validated, and treated with respect.”

What the Church Is Missing
In the church, the external experience is about worship, teaching, and connection. However, internally, the emotional experience is about being validated and treated with respect- it’s all about grace. If grace were water, then the church should be an ocean. There’s not a single created soul that doesn’t long to be drowning in a sea of grace.

In his book Guilt and Grace, the Swiss doctor Paul Tournier, a man of deep personal faith, admits, “I cannot study this very serious problem of guilt with you without raising the very obvious and tragic fact that religion- my own as well as that of all believers- can crush instead of liberate.” Tournier tells of patients who come to him: a man harboring guilt over an old sin, a woman who cannot put out of her mind an abortion that took place ten years before. “What the patients truly seek,” says Tournier, “is grace. Yet in some churches they encounter shame, the threat of punishment, and a sense of judgment. In short, when they look in the church for grace, they often find ungrace.”

An Atmosphere of Ungrace
I pick on Christians only because I am one, and see no real reason to pretend we are better than we are. I fight the grip of ungrace in my own life. It’s not that we don’t want to be grace-filled; it’s simply that we have made grace secondary. We’re like a blood hungry CEO who is chasing after our own self-worth and accomplishments, therefore willing to sacrifice all good things for that which will bring us success. One of the biggest ways that the church communicates grace being secondary is through its lack of unity. Ironically, the very place where everyone should get along, they just don’t. Perhaps we gain more sense of community at a place like Target than we do in our own churches. It’s scary.

Philip Yancey writes in What’s So Amazing About Grace: “We live in an atmosphere choked with the fumes of ungrace. Grace comes from outside, as a gift and not as an achievement. How easily it vanishes from our dog-eat-dog, survival-of-the-fittest, look-out-for-number-one world.”

How do I know that we have made grace secondary? Because the rise of guilt simultaneously shows the need for grace. And where the need for grace is on the rise, ungrace is rampant. Lewis Smedes explains guilt beatitfully in his book, Shame and Grace: “Guilt was not my problem as I felt it. What I felt most was a glob of unworthiness that I could not tie down to any concrete sins I was guilty of. What I needed more than pardon was a sense that God accepted me, owned me, held me, affirmed me, and would never let go of me even if He was not too much impressed with what He had on His hands.”

We need churches where grace stands primary; churches where all things- all programs, all ministries, all staff, all congregation, all plans and desires- fall secondary to the purpose of being an ocean of grace for people who need it.

When Grace Becomes Secondary
I wonder what would happen if Target decided to cut a few corners for the sake of making a few extra dollars? What if Target decided to hire the less than desirable designers in order to cheapen overhead and pocket the net? What if Target cut their store size in half narrowing aisles and packing the floor in an effort to save a few dollars. What if Target lines became longer simply because they desired to have fewer employees so that they could save a few dollars. What if Target sacrificed the value of the customers experience and instead of offering a place where customers feel welcome, wanted, respected, and appreciated sought to simply become the next place that sells the goods at the cheapest price? What if Target’s values became secondary to success?

The church of Jesus Christ exists to manifest the glory of God through the grace of Jesus Christ. That’s primary, not secondary. The successful church will only be deemed successful in as far as its relentless pursuit to that end.

What happens when the church sacrifices grace making it secondary in its purposes and plans? People flee. When people who are searching for grace sadly find only ungrace, they will continue searching for that which their heart desires- elsewhere. Could it be that our churches are shrinking simply because we have made secondary our primary purpose on this earth- to manifest the glory of God through grace of His Son Jesus Christ? The gospel of Jesus Christ is a gospel of grace. Grace is the gospel; the gospel is grace. But along those same lines, God is the gospel. And if God is the gospel, and the gospel is grace, then when we become a church that saturates people with grace, then we become a church that saturates people with God.

I was reading a blog post earlier today by a mother who’s child is very sick. The best doctors in the world have been working to figure out the problem, yet after a few days the answer is still a frustrating: “I don’t know.”

To counter the “I don’t knows,” the mother wrote again and again: “God knows…”

(See the blog post referred to at http://laurajonesjournal.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/lainee-grace-850-pm-lurie-childrens/)

It’s mind boggling, isn’t it. Yes, the faith of the mother is incredible, but what is way more mind boggling and comforting and loving are those two simple words: “God knows…” I can only think of two more powerful words in history, and they share similar meaning and insight. The two words: “I AM…”

Whatever the Lord pleases he does, in heaven and on earth, in the seas and all deeps.

So what do we mean when we say, “God knows…?”

God has always been, IS, and will always be fully happy.

God has never been lonely. God has ALWAYS rejoiced with overflowing satisfaction in the glory of His Son. And God knows He will forever- for eternity- be supremely satisfied and fully happy. So when we say that “God knows,” what we are saying is that the purpose of which allows for Him to be fully happy will not be thwarted.

Which leads to the next point…

God is not constrained by anything outside Himself

See, if God were in some way deficient, then he would not be fully happy. Yet, because He is complete and exuberantly happy and overflowing with satisfaction, everything He does is FREE. It is un-coerced. EVERY deed is an overflow of His love and joy.

Therefore…

God does what He pleases…

God does what He pleases, and therefore He chooses only that which brings Him ultimate joy. This may seem as though He is limited, but how can God be limited if His freedom of choice gives Him the ability to choose that which brings Him the greatest joy and works towards filling His greatest purpose.

What’s His greatest purpose?

God Is All About The Glory Of His Son

Every piece of the divine puzzle which God lays out throughout history will have its rightful place in manifesting and proclaiming the Glory of His Son which He is so jealous for.

Our Greatest Satisfaction Being Christ Brings Him Utmost Glory

God created mankind for one purpose: to magnify the Glory of His Son. He did this, however, in such a way that in order to magnify the Glory of His Son means for us to experience our greatest satisfaction and His overflowing joy and happiness. God care a lot about our joy and happiness; not from a humanistic mindset, but from the infinitely powerful and intrinsically deep love that is able to sovereignly see history from beginning to end and know the outcome.

One last question: “Is saying, ‘God knows’ just a cop-out when unexplainable pain and horror come?” In other words, does this statement have credence-really- when our daughter is lying on a hospital bed, tubes and machine galore attached to her fragile body, with simply unanswered medical conditions? Does claiming “God knows” really do anything for us, or is it just a hollow claim in moments of despair?

Here’s what I know. God does not withhold our greatest need from us in moments of despair and tribulation. Our hearts and minds weep for that which we desire. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with weeping painful tears over the unexplainable and incredibly painful realities that come in moments of despair. It is RIGHT for us to pray. But God is not short changing anyone when prayers aren’t answered. Claiming and believing that “God knows” is as substance filled as the deep emotions and tears we weep in those moments.

What’s the substance?

God is working all things for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose (Rom 8:28). What’s the substance of this ultimate good? Is it the daughter being well? Is it the end of our trials and tribulations? Is it the end of our pain? Is it the answer to all the “I don’t knows” of life? Perhaps those things come. But…if God is most glorified when we are most satisfied in Him, and our greatest satisfaction is found in God Himself, then the substance of the “good” which He brings must be Himself. If God gave us everything else out hearts desired, and yet failed to give us Himself, proclaiming “God knows” would be shallow and lacking substance. God is the good.

What better substance is there than God-Himself. The glorious message of the gospel is that God is the gospel. We long for His presence above ALL THINGS. And He is ever working towards His presence with us in ALL THINGS- even moments of tremendous pain and turmoil.

Note the first words of the blog from this mother again: “The presence of God is in this place.” When His presence is with us, then the only words we can say are: “God knows…” And we know these words hold THE GREATEST substance and utmost hope.

This is astonishing to me, and should cause us to think more globally…

Consider the world as if it were shrunk down to a village of 100 persons:

In our town of 100—

There would be 60 Asians, 12 Europeans, 13 Africans, and 14 from the entire Western Hemisphere.

25 live in substandard housing, 20 suffer from malnutrition, 26 of the adults are unable to read.

20 people possess 90 percent of the town’s wealth. Of the rest, almost half get by on less that two dollars a day.

2 have a college education, and 4 own a computer.

How does the fortunate group use its incredible wealth? Well, as a group they spend less than 1 percent of their income to aid the lower land. In the United States, for example, of every $100 earned, $2.66 is given for all religious and charitable uses, and only a small part of that goes outside the U.S.

I realize these issues have complex economic and cultural factors behind them. But I am impressed with how decisively the early church responded to pressing needs: the apostle Paul took months out of his schedule to collect money from Greek Christians to aid impoverished Jewish Christians in Jerusalem.”

Excerpt From: Philip Yancey & Paul Brand. “In the Likeness of God.” ZONDERVAN. iBooks.

I think we have replaced the passionate pursuit of the Glory of God globally with the passionate pursuit for our own glory amongst our privileged community. Reality is that we do not live in a village as described above, and thus the reality of the global context is less front and center. What will it take for us to think globally for the Glory of God?

Time and Effort: And right there I lose half of the audience who is chasing after the American Dream. If there is one area Satan is successfully winning the battle, it’s in the area of convincing us that we must give all of our time and energy towards the pursuit of worldly things. Never in history have we experienced a society spread so thin. Sadly, we excuse the behavior by saying its for the betterment of our self, children, and families. All the while our perspective globally is blinded more and more.

Money: And there goes the remaining group. Let’s be honest, we have some well intentioned people who will take a week or two and go to a different context, but they come back to a half million dollar home in a very affluent area and think only in terms of charitable giving. Again, I’m not against money- we need all levels of society in society for various reasons for the Glory of God. What I am against is the mindset that a week or two or a few thousand dollars here or there is your contribution to the globalization of the Gospel.

We need to STOP! We need to say “No” to some things that’s all about us and our pursuit, and “Yes” towards things that take us outside of our own conceited context.

Satan adores divisiveness. One of the more clear ways I believe Satan is working against Christian community is through the realm of aesthetics.

Here’s what I mean: we have all heard it said, for instance, that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Aesthetics brings into question the vocabulary of “good,” “bad,” “ugly,” or other adjectives. Sadly this applies to all of us as all of us have likely walked away from a movie or worship experience stating “that was good.” Often times when we make such statements we probably don’t really think too hard about such a response. We are simply stating our opinions and usually the result of an immediate emotional response.

The problem is when we attempt to relate qualitative statements to general guidelines that apply to a larger community- particularly in today’s more consumeristic world. Where we might say, “that was good” and praise the creator for their work, another person or group of people might say, “that was bad” and discredit any future works of the creator.

When applied to the Christian community, this is detrimental. Let’s take Christian music for instance- since that’s a major avenue which art is seen in the church. When aesthetics enters a community, it can shatter the community into a million “small thinking” pieces. Small thinking because the community is asserting quality on a level of emotional appreciation. If the music fails to connect emotionally, we categorize such music aesthetically as not good- and therefore discredit the music, it’s writers, musicians, etc. I believe it is aesthetics that is ultimately the demise of the Christian artist because it trumps creativity and forces a “pleaser” mentality with a powerful force that often leaves leaders discouraged, frustrated, and at whits end. It’s not what they signed up for.

I believe Christ calls for “Greater thinking”- and this is where I believe the Christian artist- and many others- can find some restoration and healing. I have never heard anyone respond to a sunset: “That’s just ugly.” But I have heard many people respond in community- “that’s a gorgeous sunset.” Why is that? From a Christian perspective, it’s because we are thinking Greater. A sunset, a towering waterfall, or majestic mountains all provoke emotional-aesthetic- response. Yet, we know the very fabric of the universe expresses God’s presence with majestic beauty and grandeur. We are forced to think greater in the shadows of the almighty. “The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament show forth his handiwork” (Psalm 19:1).

Philippians 4:8 gives us a way in which we can think Greater: “Finally brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things.”

So we ask:

– Is this true? Is this a true representation of the Holy God?
– Is this honorable? Does this honor God?
– Is this right? This has to do with morality.
– is it pure? Has this been brought as an offering to God with the greatest of intentions?
– Is it lovely? This allows for us to acknowledge our enjoyment, but not on the basis of mere emotional response. Was it lovely in the sense that we enjoyed its work of bringing us closer to God and taking in His greatness.
– Is it good repute? Was it brought to us by someone desiring to bring us close to the heart of God? Is it trusted?
– Is it excellent? Not in terms of performance, but in showing the technical mastery of God at work through the gifts and talents of His creative?
– Is it praiseworthy? What is the effect? Are we left standing in awe of God?

Paul says to “dwell on these things.” What Cristian artist would not desire a community of believers around them to “dwell” on God the Father as a result and through their creative work?

We are in a time where there needs to be a desperate call for Greater thinkers- for the sake of our artistic expression, and for the sake of the church.

I, like many of you, have sat glued to the television the last couple of days trying to take in the images of devastation coming from Moore, Oklahoma. My heart is heavy and full for the people there, particularly the families who lost loved ones. Amidst the compassion welling up inside of me is the remembrance of God’s control of all things. Like many, I ask: “How am I to respond to God amidst this tragedy?”

This is a vitally important question! It’s an emotional question because its not so much about words as it is about the feelings that stir deep in ones soul following a tragedy, and how those feelings relate to the convictions one has about God.

It’s seems that the deeper question (because there is always a deeper question) is “When I see and believe that God is in charge of all things and controls all things (sovereign), even the path of a tornado in Moore, Oklahoma, or the bombing of a fertilizer plant killing dozens inTexas, or the Boston Marathon bombing, or countless other tragedies; when we see and believe that God is indeed in charge of all these things, then does this contradict or limit or frustrate my compassion in the midst of these tragedies?” In other words, it seems that feeling compassion and trusting in God’s sovereignty are at odds on even the most basic level.

Why would we feel this way?…

I think we often assume or potentially even hope that God’s being the ultimate cause of all things would somehow exclude our feeling hurt, or our weeping, or our helping, or our outrage, at the sin and devastation involved. Now, understandably, tragedy hurts. Losing a loved one, seeing innocent children killed, or having your life wrecked by the sinful choice of another is not easy. But I think this assumption of God misses the point.

I think part of God’s plan in permitting or orchestrating tragedy is, on a very basic level, that we weep with those who weep and feel with every deep and painful emotion that can be expressed in our souls. Nothing, absolutely nothing, goes unnoticed and uncared for in God’s economy. When we begin believing in God’s sovereignty to that extent, then we will see that God intends weeping, He intends us to to hate evil, He intends us to rescue the perishing, and He intends us to heal the broken-hearted- even as He orchestrates and allows devastation and tragedy.

In John 9, when Jesus met the man who was born blind, people said, “Ok, who sinned, this man or his parents?” (9:2). Jesus answered, “It is neither. This man was born blind for the glory of God” (9:3). What does this mean? I think it means that when God ordained that this man endure years of blindness, He was also willing that there be some responses to it of a certain kind. For instance, I have no doubt that Jesus desired years worth of faithful parenting from this man’s parents, just like he wants from parents who have both healthy and children with disability. What’s the purpose in this? There are many, but a clear one would be the compassion and love from faithful parents.

So the point is very clear: If you see a tragedy and you know that God has the power to stop it, which He does, and He isn’t stopping it, then he MUST have a purpose in it.

Acts 4:27 teaches us that God knew and allowed (predestined) what Herod and Pontius Pilate and the Gentiles and the Jews would bring to pass in crucifying Jesus. God orchestrated and allowed the greatest tragedy in history to take place, the very killing of His Son, that we might have salvation. God wills tragedy for the sake of thousands upon thousands of good responses. He wants us to trust Jesus. He wanted Mary to come to the tomb with compassion in her heart. God had millions and millions of good and holy purposes in willing such a tragedy. We trust that this is true in every tragedy He brings about in this world. And in this we work towards how we, image bearers of Christ, bring the hope of His glory in such moments.

I am thankful for the writing of Pastor John Piper on this subject. For a further explanation in facing tragedy, or further writing on the sovereignty of God in the midst of suffering, please visit http://www.desiringgod.org.

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Dear Mothers,

There are five reasons I decided to write to you today:

1.) It’s Mother’s Day and a day to celebrate you!

2.) Each year on Mother’s Day, I am reminded of the painful moments when the woman I called my “second mother” suffered and died from cancer.

3.) Tomorrow I will say “goodbye” to my mother and will again be separated some 800 miles from her. I’m reminded the risks mothers take for the sake of love.

4.) Over the past week and a half I have from time to time read through the cynical comments on “Glen Ellyn Patch” regarding the school boards decision to remove a controversial book from the shelves of a local Middle School. Many of the comments are coward “low blows” at families and, sadly, certain students. I’m reminded the persecution our families will take when we stand for Godly things. Click Here for article

5.) Just this past week I comforted a mother over the phone who in the next 2 weeks will be seeing her daughter handed off to her new husband in marriage, and saying goodbye as the newlyweds head as missionaries to a remote part of Africa in an attempt to reach an unreached people group.

The question I am left asking myself is simple: How do we handle setbacks, disappointments, abuses, heartaches, calamities, and just the bitter providences of this life? I ask that specifically of mothers, because to be a mother is a call to suffer- really, it is. When Jesus looked for an analogy of suffering followed by joy, He said (John 16:21) “Whenever a woman is in labor she has pain, because her hour has come; but when she gives birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy that a child has been born into the world.”

Mothers suffer when their children are born. Mothers suffer when children leave them and go on the mission field. Mothers suffer when their children die. Mothers suffer when their children are persecuted for the gospel. Mothers suffer when their children are foolish. Yes, motherhood is a lot more than this. But it is not less.

So my question is, what do mothers do? Do mothers walk away saying: “When an individual inflicts pain on another individual, [one should not] go looking for the ‘purpose of God’ in the event.” Is that how mothers should think? Should mothers respond by simply saying: “God doesn’t really know what is happening in this world?” Is that what will bring a mother comfort and joy in moments of despair, frustration, sadness, confusion, or anger? ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Consider the words of Jesus on why missionary candidates should not fear to go to the hard and dangerous places, and why mothers should not fear to let their sons and daughters go. In Matthew 10:28-31, Jesus says:

“Do not fear those who kill the body but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.” (Matthew 10:28-31)

Mothers DO NOT fold to the thought that God is yet to know how tomorrow will unfold. Instead, they BOLDLY fear and HOLD ON with ALL hope to the sovereignty of a Holy God who knows the exact number of hairs on their head, and walks forward with all confidence that He will “work all things for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purposes” (Romans 8:28).

Proverbs 31:25: “Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she smiles [literally: laughs] at the future.” Do you see what that means? Most people are anxious about the future. A mother laughs at the future. She looks in future’s face with boldness and says, “You think you can terrify me? You think you can dangle all your terrors in front of me and all the sicknesses and all the calamities and all the enemies and all the miseries and all the losses and all the heartaches that the future holds and make me cower in the corner of life like a mouse on the kitchen floor? No, strength and dignity are my clothing, and I laugh at your threats.”

I am thankful that I serve students whose mothers wear strength and dignity as their choice outfit in a world that relishes so many other brands. I am thankful to minister with mothers who smile at the future with tremendous hope unleashing their children into the beautiful freedom of God’s plans and purposes. I am thankful for the moments when tears stream down the faces of mothers as they pray unspoken words over their sons and daughters with all hope and trust in THE sovereign Lord.

I am thankful for each of you… Happy Mothers Day!

Kirk

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.
(Romans 8:18-23)

I’m starting to learn that comparison is a huge driving force in the lives of humans. Comparison is the driving influence behind social development, emotional health and sense of joy, and our worst experiences. It’s as though we have lost a vital portion of us that helps us function and live well, and we are on this massive search to find it and keep it. In the meantime, we will take down whatever necessary in an attempt to get there. We simply try to feel right and complete and worthwhile by comparing ourselves to others.

It’s confusing if you ask me. I don’t know many people that can really explain it: why we compare ourselves to each other that is. It’s not like anyone ever came to us and told us that there was something wrong with us. That we need to prove ourselves and make a name for ourselves and become popular and gain wealth and win the survival of the fittest. Honestly, Im the same way. I need to like people and I want people to like me and I want to do well and succeed. And when I don’t, life seems pretty miserable and sometimes I feel that pain of rejection and the thoughts of depression creep in. All because I’ve replaced the voice of God with the less credible voices.

I’m a sucker for sappy movies and one that I’ve DVRed and watch quite often is “August Rush.” The story is about an orphaned child who is searching for his mom and dad. He has this belief that nothing will separate him from them- that someday he will find them. The world tries to convince him otherwise- like he will never be anything in life and that his existence is merely to bring a better life for someone else. But August never loses hope. The main reason he never loses hope is because of the music in his head- it’s always there and never escapes him.

It doesn’t take a child long to learn that there is a fashionable and an unfashionable in the world; an ugly and a pretty, a popular and an unpopular, valued and un valued. God only knows where it comes from. It’s a little sickening. Saddest part is we all agree that it’s ridiculous and illogical and unfair and just plain evil, but the system continues.

This week we learned that the political leaders in Russia were closing the doors to America to adopt their orphaned children. Our hearts break as we read of the conditions these children live in and the de-value they receive in such an institutionalized system. Frustration and anger rises for many of us because it touches a nerve close to home- whether we’ve walked the oath of adoption or not. We long for acceptance and love and comfort and hope, and when these things are ripped away and replaced with layer upon layer of pain and hopelessness, we ache and groan for something more. And if we’re honest, we!re not just pleading for justice for these children, we are crying out for something so much more- redemption!

I’ve read a couple of people saying they ate “glad they weren’t born in Russia. I’ve been there. It’s no different than here. Again, we spend too much time comparing. But I think what they are really saying is they are glad they don’t have to suffer like those children. Then they end their talk with “God bless them” as if that’s some consolation.

The Apostle Paul counters our present suffering with future glory. In a way, even that’s frustrating. It’s like telling the kid on the bottom of the popularity poll that one day he will be popular. Not that popularity really matters that much, but you get my point. Present suffering is tangible and real, while future glory seems mystic and in the clouds.

So is Paul really just throwing out some false hope to ease our suffering now? Is there anything we can say to the thousands of children in Russia who this week lost all hope at a better life; or the thousands of couples whose chances of bringing home their adopted son or daughter was thrown out, or for any of us who suffer in life from all sorts of things. Can our present suffering really be thwarted with the glory that will be revealed in us? If so, it seems it would be worth living our lives for!

Our deepest longing must be the confirmation of this glory. Paul pays careful attention to the words he uses in 8:18: I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The interesting thing about revealing is that you reveal that which already exist. Revelation never happens before proof. Paul firmly believes that the counter to our present suffering is those moments, seconds, glimmers of hope of something more and something greater being fully revealed and manifested in us.

So the hope which Paul gives is not false or mystic. It’s a truth girded in the unshakeable reality that God is at work and is working all things for good every second of every day- even when it seems he isn’t.

“God, grant those living with unimaginable suffering and hopelessness moment after moment of hope rising. Fill them with a Spirit that connects the dots of those simple moments that reverberates faith in the midst of brokenness and shame. Flicker a star, cross their path with an angel, fill their ears with an endless song that leaves them longing- groaning- for something more.”

Santa Theology

Posted: December 25, 2012 in Community, The Glory of God

Relationships are about the toughest aspect of being a human, if you ask me. There’s just something about the requirements that makes it tough. Getting to know someone and letting yourself be known doesn’t seem to come natural to many. I’ve tried asking myself why this is. I haven’t quite figured it out. All I know is that I think people mask who they really are because it’s safer that way. It’s safer because you don’t have to expose yourself or explain yourself or fess up to the the things lacking in you. Your just are who you want to be, and in those moments that who you want to be seems to fall apart, well you throw the mask to the side and pick up a new one.

There’s something about Santa Claus that makes the relationship with Him so desirable for all relationships if you ask me- especially our relationship with God.. First, Santa’s never really expected much out of me. I mean, besides the naughty and nice list, he’s never really stated any life-changing or challenging things to me. Honestly, the mental and philosophical questions that come with Santa are more surface level. Like “Has he ever burned himself in the chimney,” or “Does he ever wear green,” or “What year did the North Pole get power?” There’s no real personal questions. And the whole naughty and nice thing was blown out of the water when I was younger too. I was eight,or something, and punched a kid in the stomach after a basketball game. Anyways, Santa still came that year.

That leads me into my second point. Santa theology is pretty cut and dry- black and white if you will. You either make the list, or you don’t. And while good and bad is never clearly defined, you believe at least that bad gets bad and good gets good. There’s really no spectrum which means that people are never too far away from being good people, no matter how bad they are. And really most of us only talk about bad and good like they both exist.

That’s my third point: bad kids get presents anyways. Tommy, the school bully, always came back after Christmas talking about what Santa brought him. Honestly, if Santa still came to Tommy’s house, what else must a kid do to be bad and be skipped over by Santa? Santa’s premise seemed even greater as I got older. I started to understand it: Santa just wants all people to be good and kind to each other and to spread cheer, but he’s not going to really avoid spreading cheer no matter how bad someone is because that’s just not who he is. Santa’s a giver, and nothing will change that or stand in the way of that. In the end, the giving must win people like Tommy over.

Santa’s never came to dwell, you know? That’s comforting, but scary too. We trust him with our most cherished possessions: our wish lists. Our whole year hangs in the balance of a 30 second conversation on the lap of the dude in a big red suit. Some of us follow up with a letter. But most of us simply sit out a glass of milk and a couple of cookies and hope for the best. He never fails us though, or at least not yet. Christmas morning is always magical.

I’ve never really thought about Santa as a baby. No beard, no red suit, no jiggling belly, not surrounded in toys, no reindeer- just baby Santa. It would change things. Or if Santa came to live in my town. What would I do with 364 more days of seeing him, talking to him, sipping coffee beside him at Starbucks. It just seems awkward to invite him over for dinner. I mean, I wouldn’t exclude him ever, but a invitation doesn’t seem fitting either. After all, he knows his way in.

It’s just awkward, you know? I wouldn’t want it to, but 365 days of living with Santa would inevitably lead me to ask those painful questions: “Why didn’t you bring me (insert item here) when I asked so much for it.” Or, “Santa, why did Tommy still get presents?” I feel like seeing Santa in jeans and a flannel shirt would just make him too real.

In High School, my family used to go to this Christmas performance every year. I’ve never really thought about it, but there was an amazing scene that happened at the end. The choir is singing this big song and the nativity scene is on stage. One by one people would come walking up and kneel down in front of Jesus. First the shepherds, then the wise men. Then everyday people like nurses and doctors and businessmen and firemen and teachers. It was the last one that gets me to this day- Santa Clause. In his big red suit and long white beard, he comes walking up and kneels down in front of Jesus.

What would we do with a Santa that kneeled before Jesus? What if over a cup of coffee Santa told us: “It was never to become about me. I’m merely here to point to something greater. I know, I know…it’s hard to see now because people have taken this whole giving and receiving thing far beyond what was ever intended, but I really just gave because God first gave to me. I’m not a one and done, either, like most think I am. I’m not God.” What would that do for your theology?

And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14 NASB)

God came. Jesus Christ dwelt among us. The Word became flesh. And we saw His glory. Not glory in a gift. Not glory in a miracle. Glory in the face of a little child.

God took this relationship to a new level leaving the fullness and the riches of Heaven to walk and talk and eat and sip coffee with us. God incarnate. God with us. Expectations are different when you come to dwell. “Follow Me,” is what He said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” “I didn’t come to make bad people good, but to bring life to those who were dead.”

Then He did the weirdest thing. Jesus Christ turned to us saying: “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:18-20 NASB)

As pretty as the lights are and as fun as it is to watch people fight year after year to get the perfect gift, it’s not about that. Not that that statement is a stunning revelation for you. Christmas is about God dwelling with us. The more stunning of revelations may be His invitation to you. “Join My story!” As awkward and uncomfortable as relationships are, we all desire to be a part of a story. The greatest part of the story is that the writer came to walk through the pages of His story as He wrote it. In doing so, He’s slowly chiseling away the layers of muck and mire which we’ve surrounded ourselves with in an attempt to mask our true identity. Slowly but surely, piece by piece, step by step, we grow closer to who we were created to be- a reflection of Him.