Monday, April 18, 2011

How to Disciple

Luke 12:1-8

Previously, the scribes and the pharisees, were trying to get him to say things, waiting to catch him, waiting to step in and make their move to prove their point.
In the middle of this, comes verse 1-8.
While the scribes and pharisees were in the thick of it,
at the time when many had gathered, piled up on one another,
Jesus started talking to his disciples first.
He said, Watch out for the leaven of the Pharisees; that is hypocrisy.
I think this says something of discipleship.
While the problem was right there, he started teaching his disciples about this problem.
In common speech, it might have been like this,
"Look here"
"See what's happening? Beware of this- the hypocrisy."

He didn't wait for another time.
His concern was for who it could damage.  His priority was to teach the truth.
He pointed to the problem underneath the hypocrisy.
"It is deceptive."
"Watch out for it; mark it as dangerous."

This is discipleship in action.
This is my model.
Want to know what to teach your children, when to teach your children, how?
Live and walk together and teach as situations present themselves. 
And don't be shy on the "Bewares." Jesus wasn't.

Monday, April 04, 2011

The Existence of God

Amy Carmichael once referred to in one of her books the constant of mountains and stars regardless of a cloudy night, when human visibility was low.

Totally separate from whether she could see the mountains or not was the fact that they were there.

The existence of God is truth eternal you don't have to feel him for him to be there.
He just is.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Worry...as a termite to joy within the spirit

Worry has a way of gnawing down a path and eating away at Joy.  
Like a termite would chew it's way through a wood beam.
















I have been reading from a journal of mine, I believe written more than 10 years ago.
 ...remembering Corrie Ten Boom's analogy of the grace and strength that comes in time of great need.  Miss Ten Boom's father, when she was a small child, would stand at the train depot with her.  This is how they traveled in those days.  He would wait with her for the train to come.  He never gave her the train ticket until it was time for her to climb aboard.  When the time came, she received just what she needed to make the trip.  She spoke about this when people said things like "I could never do what you did," or "if terrifying times come, how will I know that I'll survive?" She would recall the memory and verify that this holds true for the heavenly Father.
I have thought on this before.  For me, I struggle to be one who rests and patiently waits for "the ticket."  I've fretted and searched for "tickets".  I've pleaded with God to give it to me ahead of time.  I've sat and worried about how I would probably lose it anyways, brow-beating myself over events that might, possibly happen. 
I've been tied up in knots and worried myself into a frenzy.  This seems to come so naturally.  But what a waste! A waste!  Worry for nothing.  I get aboard and slump into exhaustion from the workout, ride until my next stop, and fret all the same at the next boarding. I'm only realizing this now.  He is faithful every time to give me the faith, grace, strength, endurance that I need in the time of battle.
I'm only realizing now that I've missed the joy of standing in the waiting line.

I spoke there years ago, of the joy that was missed.  I had missed the conversations with my Father, my heavenly Father, about important things while waiting to go where I was to go.  I had missed the tender moments of shared affection and new discoveries and pleasant surprises, all because I was busy talking and pestering him about the ticket.

Oh Lord, Thank you for the times of waiting.
I desire to see them truly as part of the journey.  I rest in quiet confidence in your ability to be faithful.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Laundry Room Smiles


The other day as I was doing my routine, hamper to washer, washer to dryer, dryer to table for folding. I smiled as I folded a newly cleaned tablecloth.

I lined up the edges, smoothed and folded it in half, lined up the edges, and more folding until it reached the size that would fit into the cabinet. My hands and arms did the physical work but my thoughts were on the little faces around the table that weekend. My mind replayed the clip of seeing little feet dangling over the edge of chairs and smiles with crumbs from a brownie in the corners of their lips. Small fingers were grasping spoons, giggles and chatter abounded. Hmmm...I could see them all here again as I folded this tablecloth.

The act of doing laundry isn't about fabrics,soaps,and water. It isn't about staying clean and cleaning up. It's about preparing for more happy memories. It's about helping those you love have an enjoyable experience as they walk through this life.