Strong One-a-Day Monday 11/25/19

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Give thanks with a grateful heart.

Give thanks to the Holy One.

Give thanks because he’s given Jesus Christ, his son.

And now, let the weak say, “I am strong…”

(Give Thanks, Don Moen, 1986)

Context is really important.

This line from Don Moen’s song is found in the Bible in Joel 3:10.  Of course, those of you who look it up will find that the Lord is actually speaking to the enemies of Israel, the nations who have plundered and destroyed his people.  God is essentially telling them to “Bring it on,” to prepare to fight, because God is going to turn them to powder.

Not exactly the same feeling Mr. Moen was looking to engender in his song.

Why am I telling you this, and spoiling the moment?  Well, for one thing, I want you to be Biblically literate.  If we’re going to use Scripture, we should at least know what it really says.  

Also, even with the contextual confusion, this remains one of my all-time favorite worship songs.  And the message is true, even if the reference is a bit askew. The Bible is full of the truth that God gives strength to the weak.  He offers–may I be so bold as to say that he longs–to show his strength in our feeblieosity.

Do you feel weak?  

Well, you are…you know… in and of yourself.

But in Christ…oh, Baby!

In Christ you are mighty.  In Christ, you have the power to do battle with whatever comes against you today.  In Christ, your weakness is transformed into his great strength.

So now, though you are weak, say, “I am strong!”

Go ahead, say it.

Happy Monday, Beloved.

Take Time One-a-Day Friday 11/22/19

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As we close in on Thanksgiving, I’m going to look at one of my favorite worship songs.  It’s written by Don Moen. Part of it is Scripture; all of it is scriptural. Feel free to sing along!

Give thanks with a grateful heart.                         

Give thanks to the Holy One.

Give thanks, because he’s given Jesus Christ, his son.

Are you thankful today, Beloved?  Do you even have time to stop and think of all you have to be thankful for? Or are you so busy preparing your house or your travel plans that preparing your heart has slipped down the list? Even worse–has your Christmas to-do list leapfrogged Thanksgiving entirely?  Look, I’m not judging; I know you’ve got a lot to do. Myself, I’m looking at a garage that needs to be cleaned–I’ve been putting it off for eight months now–just so I can get to the Christmas lights, most of which are broken, if I remember correctly. I have a vague memory of an entire string of lights falling from the roof last January, resulting in a string of mini-explosions and a decision that I would replace all the lights “Next year,” when finances would undoubtedly be better, except they’re not.  So I’ve probably gotta buy lights, and garland, and maybe a lawn elf–but no inflatables, I’m passionately against inflatables–before I can even start decorating, and some of the neighbors are done already…

Yeah, so I get it.

But, for those of us in Christ, the One we give thanks for next Thursday is the same One we celebrate at Christmas.  It’s pretty much the same holiday; you just have to swap funny hats.

Of course, you know that already…you’re a bright one.

So, hey, take time–like today, like right now–to stop and breathe and give thanks.  

For him

For you and him

Happy Friday, Beloved.

Will You Will? One-a-Day Thursday 11/21/19

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I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”  My bones suffer mortal agony as my foes taunt me, saying to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Why are you so downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God (Psalm 42:4).

After you have panicked

After you have vented

After the righteous indignation and the self-indulgent pity party

After you have wept, and screamed, and smashed little porcelain figurines

quiet comes, and the question:

Will you still praise him?

(*hint: the answer should be Yes)

Happy Thursday, Beloved

Day and Night One-a-Day Wednesday 11/20/19

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By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me–a prayer to the God of my life (Psalm 42:8).

When I’m stressed, I don’t know which is worse–

Day, when I have to deal with all the garbage that is arrayed against me, or

Night, when I can’t sleep because I can’t escape all the things I didn’t do right today and probably won’t accomplish tomorrow.

And yet HIs love is with me, day or night or twilight or dawn or sunset or sunrise or gloaming.

He is the God of my life.

And yours

All will be well.

Happy Wednesday, Beloved

Water One-a-Day Tuesday 11/19/19

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Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me (Psalm 42:7).

Water is an interesting thing.

It is necessary for life and delightful in a tall glass with ice, but it can also 

crush, 

drown, 

sweep away.

It can be wild and uncontrollable and utterly unstoppable.

All in all, a pretty solid metaphor for the sorrow and pain David is feeling.

And maybe not just David.

Beloved, when the water threatens to sweep you away, remember that you have an Anchor.

And your Anchor holds.

Happy Tuesday, Beloved

Remember Him One-a-Day Monday 11/18/19

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My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon–from Mt. Mizar (Psalm 42:6).

Whatever

Whenever

However

Whoever 

Wherever God takes you in this life, remember that it is He who takes you.

You know, the One who 

loves you and

calls you and

keeps you and

guides you and

redeems you.

He’s got you, Beloved.

Happy Monday

Pep Talk One-a-Day Friday 11/15/19

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Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. (Psalm 42:5)

What, you never talk to yourself?

Sure you do.

That’s what the Psalmist is doing here. He’s giving himself a pep talk, looking in the mirror and saying “Suck it up, Boyo! God is still God, and you’re gonna praise him, come what may!”

Kinda one part cheerleader, two parts drill sergeant.

I love this. I love that the Psalmist is not giving in to despair, nor is he letting his emotions rule the day. He is making a conscious decision that he will praise God.

And it is a matter of will.

Lord, let me hope in you, even when I see no hope. Let me praise you even when I don’t feel like it. 

Happy Friday, Beloved.

Church One-a-Day Thursday 11/14/19

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These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng (Psalm 42:4).

So…church this Sunday.

You excited?

As the Psalmist writes this, he is unable to go to the temple. Don’t know why–maybe he has been carried off by a foreign army, maybe he is sick or disgraced in some way. Whatever it is, it’s resulting in mocking by the ungodly and anguish in his soul.

And what is on his mind, in the midst of all this trouble?

He wants to go to church.

He wants to lead the crowd, singing at the top of his lungs and crying “Hallelujah” from the pews/folding chairs.

Because of his circumstances, he can’t.

But you can.

Will you?

Happy Thursday, Beloved.

Where? One-a-Day Wednesday 11/13/19

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My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” (Psalm 42:3)

When life is hard, the world is watching.

When you are at your lowest, they wait and wonder how you will respond.

Perhaps they mock, or taunt, or ridicule.

Perhaps they simply stand back to see how you handle this dark day.

You see, though they may not show it, they want to see how real God is to you

for  you

in you. 

This is your chance, Beloved.

This is your witness.

When the tears pour out

let your heart hold firm

that the world may see

and know

that you are Beloved.

Need One-a-Day Tuesday 11/12/19

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As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?  (Psalm 42:1-2).

Does time with God feel like a precious, priceless gift

or 

a chore,

something to be sandwiched between

checking your news feed

and 

racing to the shower?

I’m not accusing you, Beloved.

I’m just looking in the mirror.

Father, give me the desire for you, the hunger, the thirst, the aching need that can only be met by the One who knows me completely

and loves me anyway. 

Amen, Beloved?

Happy Tuesday