The Heart of Beauty One-a-Day Monday    8/28/17

A life worthy

Sending the kids off to college has me remembering the things I’ve written to them over the years.  I’m going to share a few of those posts this week–the advice seems as pertinent now as ever.  I hope you don’t mind some Daddy musings…

My daughter and I once did a production of Seussical the Musical at LifeHouse, our local community theater.  These thoughts arose from that odd and oddly truthful fantasy.  

Hey, Lovely

One of the many ways that you make my life rich is that you nudge me to do things that I would not normally do.

Case in point: Seussical the Musical.

I mean, seriously—a musical based on fever-induced hallucinations?  Why?

Well, now I know. Thanks for the nudge, Kiddo.

Every great story is a reflection of the Great Story of God’s love for us.  That holds true here.  If you keep your eyes and heart open, you can learn great truths, even from an elephant and a few birds.

Man looks at the outward appearance, but God looks at the heart (1 Samuel 16:7).

Gertrude is a bird in love with an elephant.  This fact presents more problems than we have space to deal with here, so let’s just focus on what she sees as the biggest issue—he doesn’t notice her. Gertrude assumes that Horton is not interested because of her looks (it never seems to occur to her that he might, I don’t know, be more interested in she-elephants).  As you know, Gertrude is a rather plain-looking little bird with “A one-feather tail.”  She decides that she needs a little help, so she follows the advice of Mayzie, a beautiful but ultimately empty creature.  Mayzie sends Gertrude to a doctor, where the glamour, attention, and, ultimately love that she craves is “All for sale.” Convinced that this will win her Horton’s attention, Gertrude gets the Seuss version of plastic surgery to augment her assets.

She buys the lie—and nearly ruins everything.

Ding ding ding goes the irony bell.  Gertrude is not interested in Horton because of his looks.  She tells us that she fell for him when she noticed his, “kind and powerful heart.”  And yet she assumes that Horton will only be interested in her if she looks the right way.

Hmmm…

You see—oh, please tell me you see this—Gertrude’s new tail wasn’t really Gertrude at all.  Sure it looked good, but it was too big to allow her to fly.  It took away more than it gave.  The price Gertrude paid for beauty was a loss of her identity.  She became “beautiful” in the eyes of the world, but she was no longer Gertrude.

Baby Girl, don’t ever fall into the lie of thinking that you have to be something else in order to be attractive.  First of all, if you go that route, you will never be satisfied.  If you think thin is pretty, you’ll never be thin enough.  If you think blonde is pretty—though you know I prefer redheads—there will never be hair color enough.  If you think taller, or shorter, is what you need, there will never be heels high enough or flats flat enough to make you who you think you need to be.

Which brings me to the Second of all.  You are hand-formed by the God of the Universe, and he has made you to be exactly the girl you are.   Your size, your shape, your skin, your hair, your eyes, were all designed by the One who loves you most and knows you best. You are perfect in his sight—why mess with perfection? If you had moles the size of cows or an extra nostril—OK, we might get those fixed, but you see where I’m going here.

Now, am I saying that you can’t use a little makeup, or wear pretty clothes?  Am I saying that girls who are not blessed with red hair can’t try a little color, just for fun?  No.  But be aware of why you make…augmentations.

Is it because it makes you feel pretty, and it’s fun to look your best?  Great.

Is it because maybe this dress, these shoes, this makeup, this diet, will get you the attention you desperately crave?

Dangerous.

Color me Crazy-Dad, but today’s diet leads to tomorrow’s eating disorder, if it’s done for the wrong reasons. Today’s makeup becomes tomorrow’s plastic surgery.  Today’s loss of self will be tomorrow’s despair.

Horton, of course, finally notices Gertrude.  However, it doesn’t happen until after she has ditched the new tail—a painful process—and returned to being herself.  It’s the inner person—brave, selfless, giving—that wins the pachyderm’s passionate praise.

That’s the last thing I want to point out to you today.  Horton sees the real Gertrude—it takes a little while, but he sees her—and he loves her.  He’s not concerned with what she “lacks.”  He’s not concerned with how she looks.  He loves her heart.

Hear me, Daughter of My Heart.  If you ever feel pressured to change who you are for the love of a man, then he is not the man for you.  The man who tries to change you into someone else is not worth having.  Bring him to me, and I will teach him to look at a person’s insides…starting with his own.

The man worth having will be looking for what is in your heart.  He will see you as Christ sees you, and love you as Christ loves you. Find that man, and bring him to me…and I’ll let you know.

Holding Tight…Letting Go Friday    8/25/17

A life worthy

I remember teaching you to ride a bicycle.  You were so scared, the bicycle so big.  It was, in truth, a tiny machine, long since sold at a yard sale. On that morning, however,  it was your Goliath to conquer, your stallion to tame and to claim.  

“Deeda, hold on tight.  You won’t let go, will you?”

Never, if I have the choice.

So up and down the sidewalk we went, you gripping the handlebars, me gripping the back of the seat, both of us holding on for dear life.  At first it was all I could do to keep you upright, your natural inclination being to kiss the pavement.  Little by bit, you steadied, you strengthened, and you began to pull away.

From me.

I felt it before you did…the balance, the control, the confidence coursing through your little body.  I still held on, but my hand was superfluous.  I held on not for you, but for me.

“Deeda, you’re still holding on, right?”

Right, but…I can’t hold on forever, can I?

Oh please, God…can I?

May I?

No.

I remember—I know it sounds crazy, but I remember—the first glimpse of daylight between my hand and the seat post.  I remember the feel of the metal as it slipped from my fingertips 

and I saw, in that flicker of a moment, that this was the pattern of my life.

Hold

Protect

Teach

Challenge

Guide

Release

I have always known, from the moment I first held you, that letting go was part of the job.  Because, of course, you are not mine—you belong to your Heavenly Father, and he has plans that will take you far beyond my puny grasp. I have always known that my job was to prepare you to leave.

But knowing doesn’t make it easier.  Trust me on that.

So do your old man a favor, huh?  Cut me some slack when it comes to the whole “Letting go” thing.  I may not always release as quickly as I should—or at least, as quickly as you would like. I’ve had nightmares of you driving off to college, dragging me along by the bumper as I try to attach training wheels to the car.

I promise not to do that.

Probably.

By the way, watching you ride your bike that long-ago morning was pure delight.  It was a delight that I pray you get to experience one day, the happiness that comes from seeing your beloved child head out boldly into the great big world.  So those tears in my eyes, yeah, those were pure joy—joy tempered by loss, joy strengthened by sacrifice.

The joy of being a dad.

Your dad.

Boast One-a-Day Thursday  8/24/17

A life worthy

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children without fault in a crooked and depraved generation in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life–in order that I may boast on the day of Christ that I did not run or labor for nothing (Philippians 2:16).

I’m a teacher, and as I read this a couple of thoughts pop into my head.

One, this is a really long sentence.  Paul…Buddy…I know this is translated from Greek and all, but you oughta review your punctuation.

Two, I identify with this.  I mean, I’m just a middle school teacher, but like all teachers I take a measure of success or failure from my students’ performance.  I know that there are a thousand things that affect their scores over which I have zero influence.  Still, my success is tied up in theirs.  When they pass the test, so do I. When they fall short…

And Paul was so much more than their teacher.  He was the founder of their church, their mentor, their spiritual father…their apostle.

And he was watching to see that his work had not been in vain.

Beloved, who has invested in your life?  Who has run and labored on your behalf?  Remember them today.  Pray for them.  Reach out to them if you can, and let them know that you know…you know?

Happy Thursday, Beloved.

The Word  One-a-Day Wednesday    8/23/17

A life worthy

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children without fault in a crooked and depraved generation in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life… (Philippians 2:16)

You walk out into the world today carrying the greatest treasure imaginable.  

Don’t grip it in a clenched fist, Beloved.  

Hold it loosely

and

release it

with joy.

Happy Wednesday, Beloved.

The Light  One-a-Day Tuesday    8/22/17

A life worthy

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children without fault in a crooked and depraved generation in which you shine like stars in the universe… (Philippians 2:14)

Like a star

But not a star

You and I are more like moons, reflecting the light of the Son. When we do our jobs right, we reflect pure light onto a dark world. When we get a little too full of ourselves, and maybe start thinking that’s our light pouring out on the world, well…

You did see the eclipse yesterday, ya?

Be a full moon today.

Happy Tuesday, Beloved.

Blameless and Pure One-a-Day Monday    8/21/17

A life worthy

Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children without fault in a crooked and depraved generation… (Philippians 2:15)

Blameless because he took the blame.

Pure because he has purified you.

Faultless because he chose not to assign fault.

It’s not because of you, Beloved.

It’s through you.

You don’t have to make it happen.

Just let it happen.

Happy Monday, Beloved

Unity One-a-Day Friday    8/18/17

A life worthy

Do everything without complaining or arguing… (Philippians 2:14)

Remember, Paul’s talking to the Church here.  These are believers, Christ followers, ambassadors of hope in a really sad, perverse, messed-up world.

Kinda like ours.

Beloved, look at the news.

Look out the window.

This is a time to remember what unifies us, not what pulls us apart.  Yes, there are non-negotiables of the faith–the nature of God, and of Man, and of the Word–but they are comparatively few. Most of the things that separate us are not essential to the core of life with Christ.  And while we bicker, the world is blown further and further from the Truth.

As an old pastor of mine would say, there are elephants and there are peanuts.  Deal with the elephants, and don’t worry about the peanuts.

Happy Friday, Beloved

Complaining One-a-Day Thursday  8/17/17

A life worthy

Do everything without complaining… (Philippians 2:14)

Here’s the deal–complaining is basically saying to God, “You’re doing this part wrong, Lord of the Universe.  I’m annoyed with the plan that you have for me, and I don’t really trust that you’ve got it all under control.”

I’m not a trained theologian, but I’m thinking that is not the best way to pursue our relationship with the Almighty.

Is Paul saying that I can’t be frustrated when I don’t understand what’s happening and why it’s happening?  No…I’m pretty sure God understands frustration, and he wants us to be honest with him.

But complaining is more than just getting frustrated every once in a while.  Complaining is an attitude of the heart, and it brings you and everyone around you down.

So knock it off, you little whiner.

Beloved, if you trust God, if you believe he is in control, if you know in your heart that he wants what’s best for you, then relax and let him do the God part.

You do the you part.

Which, frankly, is enough to keep us all busy, ya?

Happy Thursday, Beloved.

His Call One-a-Day Wednesday    8/16/17

A life worthy

…for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose  (Philippians 2:13)

Let’s face it–without the Holy Spirit, not only are you not able to be the person God’s called you to be,

You don’t even want to be.

He gives you the desire to follow him, and then he equips and enables you to follow him.  He gives you the desire to glorify him, and then he provides the strength and opportunity to do it.

So that part where you feel like you’re not strong enough, or brave enough, or good enough, or wise enough, or dedicated enough?

That’s irrelevant.

God hasn’t called you to be anything

except his.

Happy Wednesday, Beloved.

Journey  One-a-Day Tuesday    8/15/17

A life worthy

Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed–not only in my presence, now much more in my absence–continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling… (Philippians 2:12)

The destination is assured, but you still have to take the journey.

No, Beloved, Paul isn’t saying that you have to earn your salvation. He’s spent a lot of ink teaching us that our salvation is a gift, purchased with the very life of God’s only Son, and that we only need to receive it.

But there’s a process.

There’s a road between who we are and who we’re called to be.

And it’s work, because the road is long and rough and steep.

And there’s fear, because we can’t yet see the finish line, and sometimes we wonder if we’ll ever get there.

And we tremble, because we have used up all the strength in our spiritual muscles, and they twitch with exhaustion, and the road is still before us.

There are steps God’s going to call you to take today, steps you won’t want to take because you are tired and scared and frustrated and feeling like you’re making no progress toward the goal.

Take the steps, Beloved.

They lead home.

Happy Tuesday.