God brought you alive—
right along with Christ! Think of it!
All sins forgiven,
the slate wiped clean,
that old arrest warrant canceled and nailed to Christ’s cross…
So don’t put up with anyone pressuring you
in details of diet, worship services, or holy days.
All those things are mere shadows
cast before what was to come;
the substance is Christ.

Colossians 2:14-17

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Being born again from above is a perennial, perpetual, and eternal beginning,
a freshness all the time
in thinking and in talking and in living
the continual surprise of the life in God.

Being born of the spirit gives us a new vision
and keeps us absolutely fresh for everything.
Oswald Chambers

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If anyone is in Christ,
the new creation has come:
The old has gone,
the new is here!

II Corinthians 5:17

I resisted upgrading my day planner for a long time. All around me, people were twiddling on their iPhones and smart phones and BlackBerries. But I kept using an old-fashioned paper and pen planner.

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“To truly become a Christian we must also repent of the reasons we ever did anything right. Pharisees only repent of their sins, but Christians repent for the very roots of their righteousness, too. Continue Reading…

The missing prayer

June 4, 2013 — 1 Comment

Here’s what talking with God often looks like for me, teenager-style:
“Hi Dad, you know, I think you’re great. And hey, thanks for everything you did for me yesterday, it was awesome. Oh, and by the way, can I borrow the car—and some cash?” Continue Reading…

How can I stand up before God
and show proper respect to the high God?
Should I bring an armload of offerings
topped off with yearling calves?
Would God be impressed with thousands of rams,
with buckets and barrels of olive oil?
Would He be moved if I sacrificed my firstborn child,
my precious baby, to cancel my sin?

But He’s already made it plain how to live, what to do,
what God is looking for in men and women.
It’s quite simple:
Do what is fair and just to your neighbor,
be compassionate and loyal in your love,
And don’t take yourself too seriously—
take God seriously.
Micah 6:7-8 The Message

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“With fervor he (Jesus) proclaims that the way to the Kingdom is not found in saying many prayers or offering many sacrifices but in feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and visiting the sick and the prisoners (see Mt.25:31-46).”
Henri Nouwen

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“Power without love is reckless and abusive,
and love without power is sentimental and anemic.
Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice,
and justice at its best is power correcting everything that stands against love.”
Martin Luther King, Jr.

I love going to the market here and buying fresh herbs:

a beautiful bunch of mint

a beautiful bunch of mint

And basil plants like this one:

fresh basil

fresh basil

It has about 200 leaves, and if I was going to be a faithful upholder of God’s law, following Leviticus 27:30**, I would pluck off twenty leaves to set them apart as holy.

My Pharisee tendencies would also kick in. I’d wonder if I should use the little leaves that can’t be used in cooking or if I should just take the big ones? What about the leaves that have spots or those that have been nibbled on by a hungry caterpillar?

And then I would remind myself that I live under grace. I am free from petty rules and thoughtless legalism. But Jesus said He didn’t come to get rid of the law:

…you give God a tenth of your mint, rue and all other kinds of garden herbs, but you neglect justice and the love of God. You should have practiced the latter without leaving the former undone. Luke 11:42

Or as The Message puts it, the Pharisees managed to “find loopholes for getting around basic matters of justice and God’s love.”

Jesus didn’t criticize the Pharisees combing over their herb plants and tithing 10%. He affirmed this discipline which reminds us that everything we have comes from God and ultimately belongs to him, even basil leaves.

But holiness isn’t just how we act towards God. It also includes how we act towards other people. Jesus doesn’t want us to be so absorbed in counting leaves, or even singing praise to Him that we overlook seeking justice for those who are oppressed.

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But unlike the simple math of giving a tenth, justice is an abstract concept. It can be hard to know what I should do specifically. I can understand why the Pharisees focused on keeping the law.  It seems a lot easier to figure out how many basil leaves to pick from my kitchen herb garden than how to bring justice to the world.

And I can quickly feel powerless. Injustice is woven into the fabric of the society. What can I as just one person do to change the system?

Well, the first thing I can do is pay attention.  Suffering makes me feel uncomfortable, and since injustice breeds misery, I tend to turn away. But if I want to imitate Jesus, I will look at the people I pass on the street. When I see someone in difficulty and think “life is just not fair”, that’s my cue.

*Driving to my early morning walk in the park, I pass a man biking to work–but he’s not wearing spandex and he’s not grinding away on his one-speed because he wants to stay in shape. He’s biking because it’s the only way to get to his job—which most likely doesn’t pay a living wage. That’s not fair.

*Then there is the woman who cleans my house can’t read. That’s not fair.

*Most heart-wrenching of all the children who don’t get enough to eat. They’re vegetarians– not from philosophical choice, but because their parents can’t afford meat or milk. That’s not fair.

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As I pay attention, I need to remind myself that it is possible for me to make a difference in their lives. I recently read two memoirs by people who suffered horrendous poverty as children, one in New York City, one in Ireland.**

I was struck by their poignant descriptions of how they experienced the best and the worst in people.  Some people ignored their obvious distress. But others, in powerful acts of generosity, gave them food and clothing.

It can be difficult for those of us who have everything we need, to understand how meaningful a little kindness can be. But we can act justly in small but significant ways. I can keep packages of cheese to keep in my purse and hand out when I can. I can have money to my pocket ready to give. I can get involved in a program that reaches out to those living on the margins.

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What about you?  How can you do good for God? Who are the people in your world who are suffering unjustly?

**Notes
Leviticus 27:30
“‘A tithe of everything from the land, whether grain from the soil or fruit from the trees, belongs to the Lord; it is holy to the Lord.”

two memoirs:
Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt
Breaking Nights by Liz Murray

One thing I ask from the Lord,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
and to seek Him in his temple.

Psalm 27:4

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There was nothing attractive about Him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at Him and people turned away.
We looked down on Him, thought He was scum.

Isaiah 53:3 The Message

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Keep your eyes on Jesus,
who both began and finished this race we’re in.
Study how He did it.
Because He never lost sight of where He was headed—
that exhilarating finish in and with God—
He could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever.

Hebrews 12:2-3 The Message

Eye-candy. Isn’t that a great word to describe something that is visually attractive? When something appeals to our eyes, it’s like a vision of a sweet, mouth-watering, colorful confection.

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It may be tempting to think that eye-candy is a modern creation, fed by advertising and glossy packaging. But there’s nothing new about it. In the New Testament, John talked about it when he listed what comes from the world. “The desire of the eyes,” is how he described it in  I John 2. In other words, eye-candy.

I’ve always thought this phrase was a caution against coveting things. I walk down the medina alleys and my eyes are pulled to pretty shoes and scarves, with the simple action/reaction of ‘I see it, I want it’.

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But then I came across a thoughtful question about this passage:
“What if the eye-lust described here is the craving for attention and status?”

That gave me pause. I crave what I see with my eyes. But I can also crave that my “I” is seen by the eyes of other people. I want to be the eye-candy.

It’s true. I desire attention as much as I do chocolate. Which is a lot.

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This lust for recognition may sound like a paradox for someone who is a self-proclaimed hermit. But I’m also a writer who wants an audience for her work. I want people to read it, followed by a big serving of applause and recognition.

“If writers possess a common temperament, it’s that they tend to be shy egomaniacs;
Publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave.”
Gail Caldwell

I don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with being seen or noticed. In fact, the Bible is generally suspect of people who want to hide like Adam and Eve in the garden, or someone who keeps their light under the table.

But it’s all too easy for me start caring about my reputation. How do I compare to other people? Who is looking at me? What do people think about me? Before long, I’m no longer focused on the One who gave me all the good gifts I have. Instead, I’m keeping the praise for myself and hungry for more. Next thing you know, I’m fudging the truth about who I am so I can appear better to others.

There’s only one antidote for this. I need to glue my eyes on Jesus and let Him transform my sight so I will see like Him: looking at the crowd not to receive adulation but to weep with compassion and feed their hunger with living bread.

But how do I fix my eyes on what is unseen? How do I make God my eye-candy?

I’d say contemplating the vision of God that He gives us in His word is one way. And talking with Him helps me focus the eyes of my heart on what is good and true and beautiful. That’s not an exhaustive list though.

I’d love to hear from you. What do you do to fix your eyes on Jesus? What helps you keep your focus on God?

The greatest saints are not those who need less grace,
but those who consume the most grace,
who indeed are most in need of grace—
those who are saturated by grace in every dimension of their being.
Grace to them is like breath.

Dallas Willard

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I continue to be amazed at how stubborn and self-willed I am… I know very well that I need God’s power, but when I face a stiff challenge, I almost always reach for my own strength first. It’s baffling, isn’t it? Why not start with dependence on God instead of having to first exhaust our own efforts?

It should be simple, but it’s not. And lately, I think I’m discovering part of the reason why. I don’t rely on myself because I think I’m stronger or smarter than God, but because I want to feel in control. I trust God to help me, but I’d rather he let me lead the way and lend his strength.

In other words, I’m willing to let God be my higher power as long as he does my will.

Heather Kopp

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I gave up my membership to the Christianity club. I’m not interested in proving myself and I don’t care whether or not I look the part. I’m not shined up – not all the time. And when I am, I had absolutely nothing to do with it.

But I like it so much better out here on the outskirts, hanging out with Jesus – messy and honest.

…something remarkable has changed – I’m sitting beside Jesus now – not performing for him.

I don’t want to be the perfect Christian because I realized that for me, there’s no lonelier place in the world. I’d rather be a messy Christian, full of honesty and desperately in need of some grace.

I want to be the kind of person that believes she’s loved by Jesus – not because of me, not because of anything I do,

Stephanie May

Usually we read stories about drunks who then become Christians. That’s the encouraging progression we’re used to seeing in people’s lives. But it doesn’t always work that way. Sober Mercies by Heather Kopp is the memoir of a Christian who became an alcoholic.

With searing and painful honesty, she shares her descent into a very messy darkness and then how she found her way back to life as a recovering alcoholic.

For several years after she started following Jesus as a teenager, Kopp rarely drank. But slowly she began to drink more, and eventually she became addicted. Although alcohol didn’t satisfy her, she found herself pulled back to it again and again. Drinking became another way of life for her, one of hangovers and blackouts.

Trapped in the grip of addiction, she experienced the particular shame that a Christian drunk feels. Because for those who are already saved, “to even admit that we have become addicted feels like a betrayal of Christ’s work on the cross… in order to shield those we love, and to protect God’s reputation (and ours), we try to hide our problem…it’s our desire to maintain a good witness that turns us into sneaks, liars, and hypocrites.”

I don’t know about you, but that sounds familiar to me. How many times have I done something even though as a Christian I’m supposed to know better, to act better? How many times have I begun to think I’m worthy of grace because I have cleaned up my act in a few areas of my life– even if there are many other parts that remain messy and broken?

Kopp’s experience reminds us that when we receive God’s gift of salvation our problems are not solved once and for all. I want to cling to the fairytale of faith: Once upon a time, there was a sinner who found Jesus. She became active in a church, developed a love of prayer and Bible study, and lived happily ever after. But what often happens next is not happiness but struggle and heartache.

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We continue to carry longtime brokenness; we fall back into old destructive habits. We can become frustrated and angry that the problems of our past have not disappeared. Then we discover how difficult it can be to live out our faith in God’s redeeming grace.

And we find ourselves developing new bad behaviors and attitudes. We may trade our messed-up life for a proud life. A dishonest life may be traded for a judgmental one. A rigid, authoritarian life can be traded for a slow descent into addiction. Only now we feel more stuck than before because good people don’t do bad things, especially good Christians. Like Kopp, we may try to bargain with God, hoping to find a way to hold on to our unsatisfying craving that is destroying our life.

Kopp finally hit bottom after years of being an alcoholic. At that point she had to begin to face unpleasant truths. Perhaps most importantly she had to accept that her own strength of will and ‘clenched-fist prayers’ weren’t enough to free her from her desire to drink. She started on the road to recovery only when she surrendered completely.

Hadn’t she done that already when she became a Christian? Yes, and probably many times afterwards. But surrender isn’t a one-time act. It’s easy to think of it as the first level on a video game that you have to pass to reach the next level. Sober Mercies reminds us that as recovering sinners, we will never leave the ground floor. Every single day we will need to experience God’s grace. And the only way we can do that is to admit who we really are and what we’ve done, and then surrender our will to God again.

Kopp’s story echoes those we read throughout the Old and New Testament of people who entered into a covenantal relationship with God and then wandered far away. When they turned back to come home, they found their loving Father waiting to redeem their life again.

Recovering from an addition is a hard battle. As in Kopp’s case, there are rarely overnight miracles. But step by step she begins to recover her life, her marriage, her senses. She regains joy and true freedom. This is a story of great hope: God never gives up on us, and when we return to Him, He helps us put our life back together using His love and grace as the glue.

Sober Mercies also reminds us that moral failure is not limited to the pastors and Christian celebrities we read about in the news. There are hiding, hurting, desperate people in church who have been Christians for years. They attend worship services, they are members of a Bible study, they are part of a church ministry. Someone may be sitting next to me in the pew week after week struggling with a shameful secret, and in need of redemption now more than ever.

Someone just like me.

Hello, my name is Annie, and I’m a sinner who needs Jesus. Still.

What about you? Are there areas in your life where you wandered away from God’s transforming grace?

What Christian sinner needs you to love them with fearless honesty and compassion?

Dr. John Witherspoon, a signer of the Declaration of Independence and president of Princeton lived a couple of miles away from the college at Rocky Hill. Every day he drove horse and buggy to his office at the college.

“One day one of his neighbors burst into his office, exclaiming, ‘Dr. Witherspoon, you must join me in giving thanks to God for his extraordinary providence in saving my life, for as I was driving from Rocky Hill the horse ran away and the buggy was smashed to pieces on the rocks, but I escaped unharmed!’

“Witherspoon replied, ‘Why, I can tell you a far more remarkable providence than that. I have drive over that road hundreds of times. My horse never ran away, my buggy never was smashed, I was never hurt.’

“So we must beware of thinking that God is only in the earthquake, wind, and fire; of thinking that manna but not grain is God’s food. Most of God’s gifts to his people are not dazzling and gaudy but wrapped in simple brown paper. Quiet provisions of safety on the highway, health of children, picking up a paycheck, supper with the family—all in an ordinary day’s work for our God.”

Dale Ralph Davis in Joshua: No Fallen Words

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“One day my father-in-law asked me who I thought the richest man in the world was, and I mentioned some names. He said, ‘You’re wrong, it is the man with a satisfied mind.’”
Joe Hayes, writer of the song “A Satisfied Mind”:

“How many times have you heard someone say
“If I had his money, I’d do things my way”
But little they know that it’s so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind”

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Don’t grumble against one another, brothers and sisters, or you will be judged. The Judge is standing at the door!
James 5:9

I’m up to Exodus in my chronological Bible reading Last month, just in time for the Passover Seder, I read the account of God bringing the Israelites out of Egypt. It’s a wonderful story. They cry out and God rescues them from 400 years of hard slave labor. But faster than one can say, ‘deliver us from Pharoah’, the Israelites start to grumble against Moses. “What are we going to eat? What are we going to drink? It would have been better to die in Egypt.”

It was stunning for me to read how quickly they became discontent. God freed them, but that wasn’t enough for them. They mumbled and grumbled at Moses, even after he pointed out to them that they were really grumbling against God. When I finished reading the passage, I rolled my eyes at the Israelites’ inability to put things in perspective. I wished I could have given them a shake and told them to have a little backbone and a lot of gratitude.

Then I realized I’m no different from them.

Often what comes out of my mouth in the course of the day is not thanks or gratitude or praise. Instead, you’ll hear grumbling, murmuring, and sometimes downright complaining. In the last four months, a lot of this grumble time was taken up with the weather which I’ve found to be too cold, too wet, too cloudy, too dark, and too rainy to my liking.

too often I see my life like this

too often I see my life like this

When I lived in the states, I took turns grumbling about the quirky co-workers at my job, the songs we sang [or didn't sing] at church, politicians, and the tulip-eating deer in my garden. Now living in a developing country, I’ve moved on to other topics. At the grocery store, I grumble about my broken shopping cart that refuses to go in a straight line; about the sudden disappearance of [choose one] evaporated milk, decaf coffee, or oatmeal; about how hard it is to open the plastic grocery bags at the checkout.

If I stop grumbling long enough to look around, I can see how fortunate I am. Unlike a majority of people here, I don’t have to complain that my roof leaks when it rains, or that my clothes are damp because I don’t have a drier. I don’t have to complain that I have to eat the same dish of porridge for supper because I can’t afford anything else. I don’t have to complain that I’m cold at night because my blanket is so thin. I don’t have to complain that I have to walk to work because it doesn’t pay me enough to buy a car. I don’t have to complain that my tooth hurts because I don’t have money for the dentist.

In reality, my life is like this

In reality, my life is like this

The easy solution is to focus on being thankful for all God has done for me and given to me. And for the past five years it’s been my daily habit to write down what I’m grateful for. Every day I have at least a half-dozen items and I think this practice has made a difference.

But I still find myself grumbling. Partly that’s because I have a casual attitude about it. It’s hard to see how a little complaining does any real harm. I treat it like a sport or a little dramatic performance.

However, grumbling is serious business. Psalm 95:8-10 says that the Israelites’ grumbling in the wilderness had two very bad consequences. First, it resulted in the hardening of their hearts. They stopped listening and went their own way. Second, their testing of God made Him angry. Given that God is slow to anger and rich in love, this must have been some major grumbling.

So what can I do to eradicate grumbling from my life besides faithfully writing my list of daily thanks?

It seems to me that the most grumble-free people I know have a different way of looking at life than I do:

  • They don’t expect to be in control.
  • They don’t expect other people to be perfect, or for things to always run smoothly.
  • They are satisfied. Period.

So along with thanking God every morning, I need to remind myself:

  • There is a God and it’s not me.
  • Something will probably not go right today.
  • Someone will probably act badly.
  • And I can still be content. For God has given me an endless supply of grace.
May I learn to be content in all things

May I learn to be content in all things

Do everything without grumbling or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, “children of God without fault in a warped and crooked generation.” Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky as you hold firmly to the word of life. Philippians 2:14-16

What about you?
How full do you see your glass?
Do you ever find yourself grumbling about what’s missing in it?
And if you hear me grumbling, will you give me a nudge?

We are Redeemed, to be the hands and feet and mouths and brains of the Body of Christ. We are sanctified, so that through and in and with and by us the whole world is brought into God’s eternal Kingdom.

Anonymous

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Don’t look for big things. . .just do small things with great love.

Mother Theresa

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The love of other people helps us to know and accept God’s love for us.
If we have not been held close to another’s heart, we are unlikely to experience God holding us in a firm embrace.
We need the palpable experience of unconditional love from another human being
to encounter the unfathomable depths of God’s abiding love.

Maureen Conroy

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“How many loaves do you have?” Jesus asked. “Go and see.”

Mark 6:38

When my recently widowed mom became ill with double pneumonia, I felt the common regret of living far from family. She was in one country, I was in another with 3430 miles of stormy Atlantic Ocean between us. Continue Reading…

Desire is often talked about as something we ought to overcome.  Still, being is desiring:  our bodies, our minds, our hearts, and our souls are full of desires.  Some are unruly, turbulent, and very distracting; some make us think deep thoughts and see great visions; some teach us how to love; and some keep us searching for God.   Our desire for God is the desire that should guide all other desires.  Otherwise our bodies, minds, hearts, and souls become one another’s enemies and our inner lives become chaotic, leading us to despair and self-destruction.

Henri Nouwen

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Up now, slight man! Flee for a little while your occupations; hide yourself for a time you’re your disturbing thoughts. Cast aside now your burdensome cares, and put away your toilsome business. Yield room for some little time to God, and rest for a little time in Him. Enter the inner chamber of your mind; shut out all thoughts save that of God and those that can help you in seeking Him.

Speak now, my whole heart! Speak now to God, saying, “I seek Your face; Your face, Lord, will I seek.”

Anselm

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Abide in me: These words are no law of Moses, demanding from the sinful what they cannot perform. They are the command of love, which is ever only a promise in a different shape.

You are not under the law, with its inexorable ‘Do,’ but under grace, with its blessed ‘Believe what Christ will do for you’.

Andrew Murray

Getting connected

April 16, 2013 — 4 Comments

A few years ago, I drove down from Boston to an artist’s colony in the hills of Virginia. I stayed overnight at a friend’s house and before I got on the road again, I took advantage of her wireless internet connection.

I only had time to send a brief update to Jack who was holding down the fort back in Rabat and I was looking forward to catching up on my internet activity when I arrived at my destination.

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Once I unpacked, I discovered I could connect to my choice of four wireless networks. But there was one small problem: the internet was down. It still wasn’t working the next morning. I started going into withdrawal with feelings of desperation. I started to wonder how long could I survive without being connected.

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At breakfast in the residence hall, one person mentioned they had checked email that morning. “So the internet is working?” I asked with hope in my voice. No, he had used his Iphone. “Oh,” I said with disappointment.

At lunch in the studio complex, I asked a few more people. One said he had used a wireless network on the other side of the long narrow building. I didn’t exactly run back to my studio and grab my computer; but I did go straight away, leaving my soup to cool.

I clicked on this new wireless network and felt a surprisingly powerful sense of relief when it connected. I could communicate with friends again, check the weather, catch up on the news, load up a blog post, visit with family on Skype, and research a half-dozen “I wonder about…” questions I had thought of during my 12 hours of driving.

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The internet has been around for years but I haven’t always been so dependent on it. The first time I went to an artist’s colony, there was one desktop computer and residents signed up for half-hour slots [I put my westward jetlag to good use with long pre-dawn sessions]. The last time I went, they had just gotten wireless and I read A.W.Tozer’s Knowledge of the Holy online. But when the connection went down for a weekend, it didn’t phase me.

Now the idea of spending 24 hours without a connection feels like being stranded on a desert island. I’ve slowly changed how I live to the point where it’s difficult to function without the internet. This didn’t happen overnight though. The change was a gradual process. And I do believer it would be possible to wean myself off of the internet, especially if my family and friends stopped using it.

There are a lot of parallels between my dependence on the internet and my connection with God. First, it’s helpful for me to remember that significant life change usually doesn’t happen overnight. Patterns and habits take time to develop, and they also take time to wither away.

When I first committed myself to following Jesus, spending time with God every day wasn’t too difficult. I was learning new things and making discoveries. I was eager to get to know Him better and being a student, I had a fair amount of control over my day. I found it a lot harder to stay connected when I had children, and later when I worked fulltime. I let the relationship go slack and gradually lost the habit of taking time to be with God.

When I regained control over the structure of my life after I left my job and moved overseas, I decided to plug in deeper again. But it took awhile before I became dependent on my daily time with God once more.

And there are still periods when my connection to God goes ‘down’ and I have to work at reconnecting. This past week as I’ve been traveling and out of my routine, I’ve found it harder to find a quiet space. It’s not as easy as being at home in my routine. It’s like having to walk outside into the snowy cold air, through the mud, to the other studio wing to get an internet connection.

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When I’m desperate enough though, I don’t mind the extra effort. And what a relief it is to find God has been waiting patiently for me to come and spend time with Him again.

How about you? What is your connection to God like these days? Strong and easy? Or requiring more effort?

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Bring me a worm
that can comprehend a man,
and then I will show you a man
that can comprehend the Triune God.
John Wesley

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“Do not be afraid,
O worm Jacob, O little Israel,
for I am myself will help you,” declares the Lord.

Isaiah 4:14

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God is greater than mind itself. His greatness cannot be conceived.
Nay, could we conceive of His greatness
He would be less than the human mind which could form the conception.
Novatian

I was out walking in a field one moist morning, captivated by the beauty.
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I took some pictures, and then some close-ups.
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What I didn’t realize until I looked at the pictures later was how the drops of water held reflections.
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Who knew that something so small could hold something so big?

This one drop only shows a few trees from a single forest. Imagine trying to contain a reflection of the whole world in it. That would be as difficult as me trying to comprehend the all-powerful, all-loving God. He is too big for me to take in and I am much too small, like a mere drop of water that dries up in the noonday sun. My view is limited, and I’ll never be able to fully grasp who He is or understand Him completely.

I need to remember this when I read something in God’s word that doesn’t make sense to me, like how His wrath and His love exist together. There are mysteries I have to trust Him with because He’s the Creator, I’m the created. He is the Shepherd, I am the sheep.

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You turn things upside down,
as if the potter were thought to be like the clay!
Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it,
“You did not make me”?
Can the pot say to the potter,
“You know nothing”?

Isaiah 29:16

What about you? What don’t you understand about God? What mystery do you need to trust Him for?

[edited from the archives]

Lift eyes from mud. Look up for rainbows, brilliant and glorious
Reflected by a well-washed and shining prism: saintly faith turned toward the light of truth.
Set your focus on things above, not on earthly things
Gaze on the Throne where darkness never dwells, to the King whose rule is Love
To His right side, where the Redeemer Son intercedes to purify the Beloved Bride.

Virginia Knowles

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If there’s no resurrection, there’s no living Christ, then all you’re doing is wandering about in the dark, as lost as ever. …if all we get out of Christ is a little inspiration for a few short years, we’re a pretty sorry lot.

I look death in the face practically every day I live. Do you think I’d do this if I wasn’t convinced of your resurrection and mine as guaranteed by the resurrected Messiah Jesus? ……It’s resurrection, resurrection, always resurrection, that undergirds what I do and say, the way I live.

I Corinthians 15 :13, 16, 30-32 The Message

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Now the holy rays of the light of Christ shine forth,
the pure stars of the pure Spirit rise, the heavenly treasures of glory and divinity lie open.
In this splendor the long dark night has been swallowed up and the dreary shadows of death have vanished.
For us who believe in Him a glorious day has dawned, a long unending day.

Hippolytus of Rome 

After the great storm

April 2, 2013 — 2 Comments

When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Not a Disney or cartoon rainbow, but a real sky-spanning rainbow?

For me, it was last week. When we left the house an hour before sunset to meet with friends, I caught sight of a multi-colored streak in the sky at the end of our street.

a morning rainbow in our neighborhood [Not the one I saw last week]

a morning rainbow in our neighborhood [Not the one I saw last week]


We turned onto the main road and I thought that would be the end of it.
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