A Life Worthy

Category: A Life Worthy

  • One-a-Day Tuesday 5/13/14

    number 1Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world… (Romans 12:2a).

    I know all about conforming—I teach middle school.

    These poor kids.  They so very much want to belong that they will wear the silliest clothes, listen to the lousiest music, and eat the nastiest snacks, just to be like everyone else.  The irony is, they think they’re the picture of bold individualism, when in fact they are poster children for the Clone Society.

    But they are children.

    We are not.

    Right?

    Everybody wants to belong.  It’s natural. It’s normal. It’s healthy.  The danger comes from what you want to belong to.  And what you’re willing to do to fit in.  This sinful, broken world is not worth belonging to.  These lost, dying people are not fit for emulating.

    Loving, yes.

    Conforming to, no.

    If we are going to stand for God in this place, if we’re going to reach people for Christ, we have to be willing to stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.

    How do you conform to this world, Beloved?  In what areas do you go with the flow, try to fit in with the people around you?  Paul says, “Do not conform any longer…”  That means you have a choice.  You have the power to stand for God instead of falling in line.  Use it.

    Be a sore thumb for Christ today, Beloved.

  • One-a-Day Monday 5/12/14

    number 1Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship (Romans 12:1).

    The Jews offered a dead sacrifice.  They were, in a sense, fulfilling a contract, paying, “The wages of sin” that Paul talks about in Romans 6:23.  But we are not under that contract—that law.  We are under the covenant of grace.  We receive “The gift of God…eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord” that comes in the second half of that verse.  So our sacrifice is a living sacrifice.  We offer ourselves.

    I mentioned on Saturday that I think I could die for Jesus if it came to that—if someone put a gun to my head and told me to deny him, or some such thing.  I’m sure that, under the same conditions, you would die for him as well.

    But we’re not called to die for him—not in that sense.

    We’re called to live for him.  And, some days, that can seem so much harder.

    One definition of worship is, “To offer God all that we are in response to all that he is.” I like that, because it implies that everything we do can be worship, if we do it for him.

    Will you worship him today, Beloved?  Will you offer your body—your life—to him, to do with as he pleases?  I don’t know what that will entail, but I know that it will bring you closer to your Lord.

    And it will bring him the glory he deserves.

    Not a bad way to start your week, hmm?

  • Big Crosses/ Little Crosses

    I’m driving along and I get stuck in a massive traffic jam.  InchingBig cross little cross my way down the road, I fret, wondering if I will get to where I need to go by the time I need to be there.  Then, up ahead on the right, I see the cause of the jam—an overturned car.  The thought that runs through my head—I kid you not—is, “Oh good.  It’s an accident.  Once I get past that, the speed will pick up.”

    Tell me you’ve done that, at least once.  I’d hate to think I’m the only one. (more…)

  • One-a-Day Friday 5/9/14

    number 1Warning: this poem–if you can call it that–kinda blindsided me.  It’s not what I intended to write today.  And yet, it’s what came out.  Read gently.

    For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it (Matthew 5:14).

    When will I let go?

    I am a child gripping candy in his fist.

    I won’t let go, even though the candy is old

    and foul

    and sticky

    and no good for me.

    I scream and wail and weep because you ask me to give you

    that which only rots my teeth

    and, frankly, tastes awful.

    It’s been on the ground, but I’ve scooped it up.

    I rubbed it on my shirt, but still it’s covered

    with dirt

    and grit

    and nasty bits.

    I can’t possibly enjoy it, but I will

    not

    let

    it

    go

    no matter how you ask.

    Why must you ask?

    Why must you be so gentle?

    Tear it from my hand, Lord—I know you could.

    Ignore the shrieks of protest.

    Ignore the tantrum.

    Just do it.

    Because if you wait for me to give it up, I fear I never will.

    Because if I…

    if I give it up, what if there is nothing else?

    What if, in spite of your promises, this sticky

    filthy

    nasty

    mess is all there is or ever will be

    of life

    of self

    of me?

    What if, once lost, I am never found?

    Oh God, you curse me with a freedom that is more than I can bear.

    Quickly now, before I can think about it

    like a splinter

    or a bandaid.

    I hold my breath

    and grit my teeth

    and close my eyes…

    and release.

  • One-a-Day Thursday 5/8/14

    number 1If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me (Matthew 16:24).

    There is a man in my area who has a cross.  It’s a full-size, heavy, wooden cross, very authentic looking except for the wheel at the base.  This man, as far as I can tell, spends his days walking the highway and byways, sharing the gospel without saying a word.  To see him dragging that cross along the road is surprising, and comforting, and yet a little disturbing.  It’s a reminder that I do not always appreciate.  All of which is probably why he does it.

    I admire the man, though I doubt that this is what Jesus meant in the above passage.  I kinda wish he had.  I mean, as tough as dragging that piece of wood undoubtedly is, it’s cake compared to the cross Jesus is talking about.

    The cross of self-denial.

    The cross of it’s not about me.

    The cross of true humility.

    What does your cross look like today, Beloved?  What will it mean for you to deny yourself so that you can be with Him?  Your cross will look different from mine, but it will be heavy all the same.  And yet…the reward.

    To follow him.

    To walk with Christ.

    No matter how big, how ugly, how brutal your cross may be, his grace will enable you to lift it.  He wouldn’t tell you to do it otherwise.

    Trust him…he’s earned it.

    Heave-ho Beloved.

  • One-a-Day Wednesday 5/7/14

    number 1Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others (Philippians 2:4).

    Other people annoy me.

    I know I’ve said it before, and I shouldn’t say it at all, but there it is.

    The problem is, other people never seem to put me first.  I mean, I could put the other person ahead of me once in a while, if I were confident that they would be putting me ahead of themselves at the same time.  Then, you know, each of us would get to be first.  But what happens is, I put them first, and they put them first, and I’m left out in the cold.

    But it’s not about me.

    At least, it’s not supposed to be.

    Why do I do it, Beloved?  Why do I keep score, like there’s a cosmic points system and I’m afraid of falling behind?  When will I learn—really, in my heart of hearts learn—that God will meet all my needs, and that I don’t have to look to others for my validation?  When will I be truly free to serve without keeping score?

    I’m glad you’ve got it all together, Beloved.

    Me—I’m a mess.

  • One-a-Day Tuesday 5/6/14

    number 1For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think more highly of yourself than you ought… (Romans 12:3).

    “Yes, but I deserve…”

    Dangerous words.

    I can’t tell you how many times those words, or at least that spirit, has flashed through my mind when I had the opportunity to help/serve/love someone.  If it’s going to take any sacrifice on my part, my brain immediately jumps to reasons that I shouldn’t have to do it, why I deserve better…or at least why I deserve recognition for my noble sacrifice.

    And then, if I’m lucky, I remember.

    It’s not about me.

    This verse comes right after Paul’s urging to offer ourselves, “As living sacrifices,” and to be, “Transformed by the renewing of your mind.”  The thread here seems to be that if we belong to God and he is truly at work in us, we will be able to see ourselves as we really are, with eyes that are unclouded by pride and self.

    In those moments, when God allows me to see myself as I really am, I dare not utter the words, “I deserve…”

    Because I know what I deserve…and it ain’t recognition for my noble sacrifice.

    Take a good look at yourself today, Beloved.  You don’t deserve much, and yet you are worth everything.

    And so is that person God is calling you to serve.

  • One-a-Day Monday 5/5/14

    number 1…the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many (Matthew 20:28).

    The theme of this week’s One-a-Days is, “It’s not about me.”  It covers many reasons you can be glad I’m not God…

    I want to be like Jesus.

    Mostly

    I mean, the teaching, the leading, the healing—I love that stuff.

    The prayer, the compassion—I’m there.

    Clearing the temple—are you kidding me?  Give me a whip, and let’s go!

    But the serving…

    I’m OK with serving, as long as it’s on my terms.  Who I want. How I want. When I want.

    But God doesn’t usually let me set the terms.  And that bugs me, because it can be so inconvenient.

    Like, I suppose, the cross was inconvenient.

    Beloved, I wish I could tell you that I really want to be a servant like my Lord.  Right now, the best I can say is that I really want to want to be a servant like my Lord.

    What about you?  How is your heart this morning?  Are you looking to serve—any time, anyone, anywhere?  Or are you, like me, just praying for the desire?

    I’ll pray for you today, Beloved.  You pray for me.

  • Breaking Point

    I have a ladder which I like quite a bit.  Apart from its inherent Load limitusefulness, the thing I appreciate most about this piece of household equipment is that it clearly communicates its limitations to me.  There is a bold sticker on the side that says, “Max. wt. 300 lbs.”  If you weigh in at 350 and you hoist yourself up on my ladder, you’re going to have problems—and don’t come crying to me about it.

    Ladders, bridges, fishing line—they all have a breaking point, and they all come clearly labelled so that you don’t expect more of them than you should.  If only people…

    Today, a story of breaking points. (more…)

  • One-a-Day Friday 5/2/14

    number 1You are the light of the world.  A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.  Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl.  Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house.  In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven  (Matthew 5:14).

    This little light of mine, I’m gonna…

    Sorry.

    You know, sometimes I don’t want to let my light shine.  It just seems so little, so dull—I can’t imagine anyone glorifying God because of it.

    I’m sure you never feel that way.  Just humor me.

    I am writing this from atop Zanja Peak, a wannabe mountain a few miles from my home.  It’s 11:00 at night, and I’m in the middle of a night hike.  As I worked my way up here, I remembered something important.  Nature gets dark at night.  Really dark.  So dark that if Mandibles of Death, the fluffy yet vicious golden retriever, weren’t with me, I might be a tad trepidatious.

    I have a head lamp, and yes I do look silly wearing it.  That’s not the point.  The point is, at home the light from the head lamp looks pretty mild.  I sometimes have to double check to make sure it’s on.  Out here, in the ohsovery darkness, it’s a different story.  As I hike along, if I hear something go bump/slither/growl/snarl in the night, I click my trusty headlamp and the world is ablaze with light.  It’s so bright that my night vision is ruined for several minutes, which can be an adventure all its own, but that is also not the point.

    This world is pretty dark, spiritually speaking. That little light of yours may not be much to you.  To a lost soul, it may seem like the very glory of God.

    Which, in a way, it is.

    Shine for him today, Beloved.

    Happy Friday.