Monthly Archive for November, 2009

Hear The Words

“We love Him because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19). Starting here, and continuing through 2 Cor. 3:18, Acts 17:28 and Col. 3:10; we see that we are not the “instigators” in our relationship with God. In all my fallen humanity, I don’t approach Him because of my own bright idea. It’s always a response to Him drawing me.

Having said that, I’ve found (and am still finding) that the best way to maintain a life of prayer is to fill my mind with truth about how God sees me and feels about me. I need to hear His words. To borrow from Meg’s post, when I consecrate myself to take in His words about how He sees me, I set myself up to encounter Him in the place of prayer.

For me, this all starts in Psalm 45:2…”Grace is poured upon Your lips.” The words that He speaks are dripping with grace, with love, with mercy…they’re words that my soul loves to hear. They don’t condemn me, they lift me up. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I usually prefer to hang out with people who, I’m pretty sure, I like me. And by the same token, if I know someone really doesn’t like me, I’m usually going to do everything in my power to avoid being alone with them. The same is true of my heart before God: if I feel shame or condemnation, or if I believe the lies that I’m not performing up to snuff, I avoid prayer. I don’t want to set my heart before someone (God, no less) if I’m sure they’re disappointed in me. But when my heart is convinced of the truth that He is in love with me, as much now as He has ever been and ever will be, prayer becomes a little more enjoyable. Just a little. So the more my heart hears those words from the One who is drenched with grace, the more I want to stick around in that place with Him (prayer).

So let’s consecrate ourselves unto encounter; let’s commit to getting the Word into our heads and our hearts, especially the passages that reveal His thoughts and feelings about us. Hear words of grace, love and kindness, and let the understanding of His thoughts and feelings about us sink in. Realize that He actually likes us and likes to be around us. That’s where prayer starts to become enjoyable, which is the best way I know to sustain prayer in a busy lifestyle.

a season of consecration

“A life of consecration always comes before a life of love, and a satisfying experience always comes after an act of consecration.” – Watchman Nee

Currently I have made the decision to step into a season of consecration, it was a hard decision mostly because it was waging war against my flesh but I knew the Lord was calling me to come out and be set a part from my current lifestyle, situation, circumstance, etc. It took almost a month to finally make the  decision but I am seeing how it was the best decision I could have made for myself, and honestly it was the Lord that really made that decision. I just obeyed. I was sharing with my roommates and some friends that through this consecration I am ACTIVELY pursuing singleness. I know that sounds strange, and completely the opposite of what is “normal” because here I am at age 27 still single and now I have chosen to pursue the single lifestyle for an entire year. Basically the Lord and I decided this was the best thing for me because, well, first of all – He has a lot for me still, and He’s not ready to give me up yet. Second of all, I have been marriage minded since I can remember, and it’s time I lay that idol down and really let the Lord take hold of that part of my life.

Awhile ago I felt the Lord speaking to me about marriage and I believe it was He that spoke, but I took hold of that quickly and had such a strong hold on it, I don’t know if I was still really listening to what the Lord was doing – having said all that, it just made my life way more complicated the past two years. So now all that changed, I am pursuing holiness and sanctification above all else. I want to be all that I am, and be fully known by the Lord. I hope that through this journey I will learn what it means to be fully known and to fully know God.

There have been some extremely painful moments, and also some sweet moments, and granted its only been two weeks, but I look at it and think, wow two weeks. Some moments it feels like yesterday I made the decision and some moments I feel like I’ve been on this path FOREVER. Two weeks, fifty to go. I’m mostly excited to see what week 23 looks like, and week 40. I am expecting much revelation from the Lord, and also the opportunity to practice my own spiritual gifts that the Lord has given me.

I don’t really know if any of this is making any sense because I’m just rambling. But I am excited to bring you along with me on this journey. I actually have been documenting it on my own personal blog here for those of you interested. I blog about my journey daily. I hope to keep doing it throughout the whole year.

Know that you are loved by a jealous God, and He will have His way.

Temptation

This weekend I’ve been reading Acts 8:1-8.

This verse in particular has caught my attention (v1), ” At that time a great persecution arose against the church which was at Jerusalem; and they were all scattered throughout the regions of Judea and Samaria,”

I’ve been bombarded with the real temptations to get caught up in the busy life that surrounds me. I work a 9-5 job, Monday to Friday, that I feel God placed me 8 years ago.  I have 4 kids, and my wife.  I have the dirty diaper changes, the breakfast to make when the wife needs to sleep in (b/c our newborn kept her up the night before, and yes, I do make breakfast at other times as well), the homeschooling to help with, the house to clean with the kids, the kids to play with, the car’s oil to change, the computer just crashed so I have to fix it, the wood to stack (we heat our home with wood(, and then there’s the FOTB prayer that we’re involved in.  It certainly takes a measure of discipline to keep my eyes fixed on the simple and steady things that God’s word calls us to walk through.  The temptation to let a busy life sweep me away is something that I face – I know my wife feels the same way.

As I consider the verse above, I can’t imagine having a major hub being displaced in such a dramatic fashion.  I look around the world today, knowing of some major missions centers, but none can compare to the beginnings of something like what was had in Jerusalem. I think of how much calamity must have been taking place around those people who were followers of Christ.  Some were most likely newbies, others may have been followers for some time, and then the others were the apostles.

I think of the real threats that people in that day had to live with.  Here, in my life, I concern myself with things like: knowing Jesus, food, shelter, and health for my wife and kids.  These just don’t seem as imminent a threat as what may have existed in those days of Jerusalem.

I wonder about the fathers and mothers of that day.  There are those parents who took a chance to believe what was spoken of Jesus and now were being persecuted because of their beliefs.  They must have been concerned for the safety of their children.  There must have been some inner questioning of their choice to believe the words of Jesus.  The fathers and mothers had to keep things together enough to move these families out into Judea and Samaria.  I think things like, “Where did they go?  How did they make the choice about where to flee?”

There is truly much to the story that we may not know.  There must be personal stories of great things that God did in their midst during this time.  There must have been families who moved together with other families, and this built a sense of community, fellowship, and accountability.  There certainly was worship and prayer involved.  This is what keeps me encouraged.  God knows us enough to place us within a community of believers who will encourage us towards the best things (Matt 22:37).  In this context we will struggle through the hard and challenging stuff together.  We will have people to pray for us and to pray with us.  At our FOTB prayer times, there are men who are sitting there, elbow-to-elbow, praying together with me because they see that it’s the best thing for them to do for their families and for their life in God.  There are mothers there who have chosen that time as sacred for the purpose of agreeing with God and His Word.  If you have a chance, come pray with us on a Friday night.

On Friday nights, as I sit there with this group, I am constantly reminded by the Holy Spirit of Acts 6:4-5, and the call to that kind of lifestyle of prayer; that kind of intimate friendship with God.  Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like the longer I know Christ, the more I depend on Him.  There’s comfort in knowing that I can continue to trust Him; in knowing that the Father is good (Ps 25:6-11), and He desires for me to know Him.  Lord, awaken our hearts!


Does Jesus Ever Enjoy Potty Humor?

I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. The scriptures really don’t give much detail at all about Jesus’ life growing up with His siblings and friends, but we do know He had a typical childhood. He had to learn how to walk, talk, & be potty-trained just like the rest of us humans. After all, He is fully God but also fully man. So, I guess maybe I’m wondering if the typical child 2000 years ago in Jewish culture liked potty humor? Let me explain where I’m going with this…

I think most kids today, especially boys, really enjoy potty humor. I hear about it from other parents of young ones, read about it online & in email newsletters, etc. Most boys go through it around 3 or 4, so I read, but my little one has really enjoyed it all along. His first word at 6 months old was not Mama or Dada, but “poo”. At the end of singing his ABCs, he says, “…next time won’t you sing with poopie?!” He loves the reaction & the attention. He thinks it’s hilarious & I have to admit, sometimes the silly potty-related things he says are pretty funny. Maybe I’m immature, or maybe just light-hearted; let’s assume the latter. :) However, I was conflicted when he first began saying his “poopie” prayers.

Each night we try to wind down (which takes quite a while!) by putting on pjs, brushing teeth, reading a couple books, & then sometimes a verbally-told story as well. We finish up with our good night prayer. Some of you may know it: Now I lay me / Down to sleep / I pray the Lord / My soul to keep / Keep me safe / All through the night / & guide me ’til / The morning light. We then add additional prayers for healing for various people, the poor, the church, ourselves, some thanks, & close with “In Jesus’ name, I love you, Amen”. John repeats after me line by line. He’s gotten some of it memorized by now & if I say something in a different order he’ll correct me (as if it were wrong) or if I forget something or someone he reminds me. Sometimes he’ll even add something! But, several months ago when he repeated each line, he began adding the word “poopie” into it! So it instead sounds more like: Now I poopie lay me / Down to poopie sleep / I pray the poopie Lord / My soul to poopie keep, etc. My husband & I couldn’t believe when he first did it; he didn’t miss a line! I was shocked & didn’t know what to do. My husband laughed hysterically until he couldn’t breathe (maybe it’s a guy-thing?). This has gone on every night ever since!

I told a few other young adults & was told I should stop him from saying it. He needs to understand a respect & healthy fear of the Lord. Prayers are powerful & shouldn’t be taken too lightly. Others, like my parents, laughed & said something along the lines of, “what a kid”. At first I was torn! What do I do?! Let my child be goofy during prayers or insist that he needs to say them the proper way? (Actually, is there a proper way?)

Well, I’ve so far decided to let it be. He’s 2. If I insist he not use the word “poopie” during prayers, he may just use it all the more (with his personality & twinkle in his eye I’m almost positive that would happen!). & I wondered, what would Jesus have said, while He physically walked the earth, if one of the children who came to Him said something similar? The Jesus I think I know, would laugh right along. I can almost imagine Him giggling & shaking His head, just happy that John is having fun while saying prayers & learning how to speak with his God. Here’s what Jesus said, as written in Mark 10: 13-16 (NIV):

People were bringing little children to Jesus to have Him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, He was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And He took the children in His arms, put His hands on them and blessed them.

Therefore, I decided to continue leading him in the prayer my way (i.e.: I don’t say “poopie”), but let John respond how he wants. So, prayers are still poopie for now.

Think about the young kids you know & how they approach God. They don’t go before him worrying about paying bills or getting a better job. They don’t have issues, judgments, or bitterness about their past, their present, or their perceived pessimistic future. They don’t pretend to be someone they’re not. What do they do? They simply run up to Him, jump into His arms & get comfy, ready to listen to a great story told by a strong, gentle voice. They’re silly & they just act how they feel & say what they’re thinking. They’re real. Maybe we should all begin approaching Jesus with such realness?

What do you think? How would you respond? Any similar stories to share?