Monthly Archives: July 2009

Applying the Word

Last fall, I had the supreme honor of entering into a small group focused on discovering our passions. Five extraordinarily talented and beautiful ladies allowed me to gather with them over a period of 6 months to pursue God’s plan for our giftedness. Our simple desire was to serve God with the gift he had bestowed upon us. As we listened to each other’s passion we also discovered deep wounds and heart wrenching trials. As we brought each other before the Lord, a sense of peace developed in each of our hearts for what the Lord might chose to do in our lives; whether or not our giftedness was involved. Only one lady appeared to walk away with a clear “call.”

Today’s chapter in Because He Loves Me is entitled “Gospel-centered Relationships.” The church as family is described as “communal relationship.” “The New Testament church, in part because of the great persecution she faced and in part because of the familial nature of the culture, was a tightly knit family in relationship. They thought of themselves as family, as fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, living life together. In fact, the relationships they had with their Christian brothers and sisters were frequently more meaningful and binding that the ones they had with their biological families. They had a new identity, an identity defined by a common adoption. They frequently lived together or sacrificially shared their material goods, because so many had been cut off from jobs, homes, inheritances. Although it was extremely difficult for them, they knew that this was the way congregational life was to be lived out: in close, deep, biblical relationship. It is also the way that our congregational life is meant to be lived today, even though most of us aren’t suffering in the ways they were.”

Ms. Fitzpatrick is describing the Acts 2 church, the one that many of us desire to be a member of. Yet she goes on to say that this New Testament church is practically nonexistent. Though numerous groups of people meet for the purpose of deeper community and meaningful spiritual growth, “depth of biblical fellowship [is] way beyond their normal practice.”

So what is missing? If our hearts are inclined toward strong Biblical community and authentic personal change, what could possibly be deficient?

“We grow when each part is ‘working properly’….using the gifts of wisdom, insight, encouragement, confrontation, comfort, or prayer that he has supplied by his Spirit. Maturity in Christ does not occur because we attend Bible studies. Maturity in Christ occurs when, by the Spirit and in God’s grace, our brothers and sisters take biblical truth and apply it lovingly, patiently, boldly to our hearts.” (emphasis mine)

The “call” that my friend accepted from the Lord during our passion pursuit has turned out to be much different than the one she actually received. The day I learned of Tigger’s cancer, I also learned of hers. If ever there was an example for what Ms. Fitzpatrick describes above it must be contained in my friend’s words. She is, in fact, applying biblical truth to her situation, and continues to inspire me in her pursuit to

“get the truth of God’s word to people who don’t know it….

Pray with me and for me that God will accomplish every one of His good purposes for the cancer in my body. Pray that I will not fail to submit without complaint or rebellion to every part of this journey. He is altogether worthy of my explicit trust, obedience and allegiance. He has been unbelievably merciful and good to me every day of my life. He has never allowed any calamity that He did not use to enrich my life and make me more like Christ and more fit for eternal life in His kingdom.” MLJ

Amazing


Morning is broken

Morning is still hard around here, now for a different reason.

Our first call to life, when Tigger was healthy, was when ‘bug’ (as he was referred to—lil bugger) jumped on our bed and mewed for his daily drip of free flowing water.  In my slumber I typically stepped dangerously close to ON him and then fought for my own place at the sink.  Even as he succumbed to sickness, his liveliest hours were the a.m.

This morning was quiet.  Dead quiet.

Yesterday, after Bob left to take Tigger to the vet, I rocked hysterically on my (Tig’s!) closet floor.  As I tried to keep from hyperventilating, I rambled on and on that I had killed my cat, my precious beloved cat.  In the background, the satellite radio played Crystal Lewis and between sobs I heard,

“He’s the lion and the lamb…

He’s the Lamb that was slain

He’s the Lion that reigns

My Savior and King both the same”

Immediately the thought occurred to me that yes, I had in fact killed my pet; animals die because of our sin. Before the fall animals lived forever.  An even greater truth invaded my mind, however, as I realized the sacrifices before Christ always involved an animal and Jesus himself is referred to as an animal; he is called our lamb.

Could it be that, when our pets die, we are closer than we will ever be to witnessing what Christ did on our behalf?  How he gave His life because of us?

I silently wondered if how I suffered yesterday was even close to how I would have felt if I witnessed the death of Christ.  And I realized that yes, my sins are the reason my cat had to die but ultimately that fact does not have the eternally significant outcome that Christ’s death did.

“Who is He…The mightiest of all

Who is He…Creation trembles at His call

Who is He…The lowly sacrifice, who paid a victims price

His name is Jesus

Jesus…From the Father’s own right hand

Jesus…Son of God and son of man

Jesus…Who died and rose again

Jesus…He’s the Lion and the Lamb

Who is He…With the power none can tame

Who is He…That every foe would fear his name

Who is he…Who was humbly led away, to suffer that dark day

His name is Jesus

He’s the lion and the lamb

He’s the Lamb that was slain

He’s the Lion that reigns

My Savior and King both the same

Who is He…With the eyes that burn like fire

Who is He…Oh the wonder He inspires

Who is He…Who bore the guilt and shame

For those who’ve gone astray

His name is Jesus”

Crystal Lewis


How Beautiful is the Body of Christ

How beautiful the hands that served

the wine and the bread

and the sons of the earth.

How beautiful the feet that walked

the long dusty roads

and the hills to the cross.

How beautiful

how beautiful

how beautiful is the body of Christ.

How beautiful the heart that bled

that took all my sin

and bore it instead.

How beautiful the tender eyes

that chose to forgive

and never despise.

How beautiful

how beautiful

how beautiful is the body of Christ.

And as He laid down His life

we offer this sacrifice

that we will live just as he died:

willing to pay the price

willing to pay the price.

How beautiful the radiant Bride

who waits for her Groom

with His light in her eyes.

How beautiful when humble hearts give

the fruit of pure lives

so that others may live.

How beautiful

how beautiful

how beautiful is the body of Christ.

How beautiful the feet that bring

the sound of good news

and the love of the King.

How beautiful the hands that serve

the wine and the bread

and the sons of the earth.

How beautiful

how beautiful

how beautiful is the body of Christ.

Twila Paris


Tigger-tage

lov’n on ma (ma lov’n on Tig?)

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foiled again

(one more foil ball)

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“I know if I do this I will purr, but mmmmmm!”

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“enuf already!”

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one more cuddle with K

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laundry day snuggle

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FANCY feast

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the best spot in the house

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Tigger

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April 26, 1995

July 13, 2009

“Many people grieve deeply when their pets die.  Some have told me they’re embarrassed or even ashamed at this.  Their loss is great, and they long for hope that they’ll see their pets again.

If we regard pets as God-created companions entrusted to our care, it’s only right that we should experience grief at their loss.  Who made these endearing qualities in animals?  God.  Who made us to be touched by them?  God.  Do we love animals because of sin and the Curse?  No.  We love animals because God created us—and them—to love each other.  We can turn people into idols, but it doesn’t mean it’s wrong to love people.  The same is true of animals.

We know the stories of pets who’ve risked their lives and died for their owners because the animals’ instinct for love and loyalty outweighed their instinct for self-preservation.  It’s noble for a person to lay down his or her life for others, so animals who do the same must also be noble.  We needn’t be embarrassed either to grieve their loss or to want to see them again.  If we believe God is their creator, that he loves us and them, that he intends to restore his creatures from the bondage they experienced because of our sin, then we have biblical grounds for not only wanting but also expecting that we may be with them again on the New Earth.

Let’s not “correct” our children and grandchildren when they pray that they’ll be able to see their pets again.  The answer to that prayer is up to God.  But he loves to hear the prayers of his children, and there is scriptural reason to believe he may answer those prayers.”

Randy Alcorn

Heaven


“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” Ps. 150:6

Mornings are definitely the hardest time of day around our house.  Tigger, our pathetic, cancer riddled, dying cat is set off on his coughing spree the moment we wake up.  It seems it takes little to make him happy, and therefore precariously purring.  Our emergence from slumber simply makes his day.  He purrs at our appearance, and then coughs and coughs.  And coughs.

As I begin my morning demotions, his incessant hacking distracts me.  I listen as he works to control his emotions and hopefully breathe.  I pace between the rooms he wanders into in his persistent search of calm and air.  I try valiantly to leave him alone as he stands a better chance of calm when I am not there.  And I listen.

Relief hit me this morning when the coughing finally subsided.  “Peace,” I sighed, now I can get on with my focus of the Father.  Ironically, death was the subject in my chapter of Because He Loves Me.

When faced with suffering and death, the thought that pervades our thinking is, “when it will be     over?”  We just want the anguish to end.  Perhaps that is one of the reasons that a focus on Jesus death repels us; dying just isn’t part of a good day.

However, as Elyse Fitzpatrick writes, that thought is the exact inspiration we need in order to apply the gospel to our every day lives.  As we picture the Savior being crucified, we are reminded that we will do nothing good enough to earn favor from God.  When we think of his pain and groaning we realize “he felt the bruising that should have been [ours] because [we] thought that God was unjust and unkind.”  At the time it occurs to us that God literally left Christ, we remember how we leave him out of our lives every day.

If I don’t first wake to the thought of Christ’s death, I won’t proceed through the day knowing “Christ’s perfect righteousness is [mine]….and that’s all that matters about [me]”

I can’t get over how God is using this cat’s death to lead me to Him.  It gives me even greater hope that, if Tigger is capable of bringing me to a place of praising the Lord, I will one day see him in his recreated bouncy-flouncy-fun-fun-fun body in heaven.  “Something better remains after death for these poor creatures….that these, likewise, shall one day be delivered from this bondage of corruption, and shall then receive an ample amends for all their present sufferings.”  John Wesley


Truth-Love

I made a new friend recently in the most peculiar way.  A conference was held at an institution I felt represented my personal and spiritual viewpoint, and the speaker gave her talk on a subject I was most interested in; serving the Lord.  Long story short (AS IF I could do THAT), I struggled to resonate what was spoken at this conference with what the Bible teaches.

And since I have time on my hands, I wrote an evaluation letter.  A very NICE letter…I had no need to stir conflict or promote dissension.  I just brought up some food for thought and hoped to begin a dialogue.  Well, the poor woman who received the letter (she stated mine was the last in a line of not-so-nice communications) contacted me and asked if I would meet her for lunch.  “Sure!” I said, who would want to pass up lunch?? We bonded famously over leafy food and enjoyed each other immensely.  I discovered her wedding anniversary was the following day (so was mine!), that she had been married 26 years (me too!!), and that she loves red wine (‘nuff said, bff and ever)

As we discussed my concerns over the conference, a theme emerged from which we both felt a desire to investigate.  How do believers balance a life in pursuit of truth with that of a pursuit of love?  My friend spends much of her time in an atmosphere where truth is spoken, taught, argued, and debated; she wonders where the love is.  I spend most of my days pursuing truth, excited about what I am learning, and feel (as I spoke of before) that love is given plenty of air space in our Christian communities.

Today, in Because He Loves Me, I read the chapter entitled “Walk in Love.”  Ms. Fitzpatrick writes that it is truth, mainly about God and specifically about us, that will propel our walk toward love.  “Our resume has already been written; we’re more sinful and flawed than we ever dared believe, but more loved and welcomed than we ever dared hope.”

Our response to God’s overwhelming love and our overwhelming sin is obedience to the greatest commandment, “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

“Owe no one anything, except to love each other, for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.  For the commandments, ‘you shall not commit adultery,’ ‘you shall not murder,’ ‘you shall not steal,’ ‘you shall not covet,’ and any other commandment, are summed up in this word: ‘you shall love your neighbor as yourself.’  Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfilling of the law.” (Romans 13:8-10)

Be prepared, I’m gonna love on ya!


He Knows

Last night, Tigger came closer to death’s doorstep than he ever had before.  The attack on his lungs was fiercer, his ability to stabilize himself grew weaker, and the amount of time it took to recover seemed unending.  I had imagined I was prepared for this inevitability; that is, until it happened.  After subduing my own trembling body, a series of thoughts flew through my mind.  They began innocuously enough, after all a practical course of action needed to be determined.  He was in severe distress, if he didn’t stabilize, should I take him to be put down?   If I left him alone, he would have a better chance of calming the attack, but should I walk away and leave him by himself if he is dying?  Was he dying???

And that’s when my thinking shifted.  It’s amazing to me that, after all these years, I still struggle with the same sin.  Self.  In a matter of moments I was able to transfer my care and anxiety for a pathetic, suffering animal and turn it into concern for the inconvenience this disaster would now cause.  I had guests coming for dinner and I had just spent hours in the kitchen chopping and sautéing, was I simply to cancel our plans and potentially waste all of that food?  Tigger’s clinic was now closed; I certainly didn’t want another experience at the animal hospital (I’d be there for hours!)  We’re leaving next week, my schedule is packed; sure, and he’ll need to be put down over the weekend.

I think you get the point.  It really is all about me.

This morning, during my demotions, Elyse Fitzpatrick wrote these words in her book “Because He Loves Me.” “There is one sin at the root of all sin; unbelief.” As I considered what happened last night I found it difficult to associate unbelief with the ugly sinful self who appeared in my kitchen.  What could unbelief possibly have to do with selfishness?  Ms. Fitzpatrick immediately relates that statement to an illustration from her life in which her plans were interrupted.  Her immediate response was one of disbelief and faithlessness.  She couldn’t believe that a God who proclaimed to love her would in fact, ruin her plans.  She struggled to accept that a God all kind, all wise and all powerful would overrule the life she so desired.

While I spent a moment contemplating that rich new thought, I happened to look over at the bookmark a friend recently gave me.  On it is the verse that so many of us love and carry around as our life verse.  “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”  For years I have found comfort in knowing my future has hope.  This morning, however, the words “I know” jumped off the beautiful leather bound bookmark and hit me square between the eyes.  The Lord revealed that verse in a new way, a way in which I had never focused on it before.  The fact of the matter is that HE knows.  I don’t and I am not supposed to.  I don’t know the future, I don’t know his plans; only he knows and that truth is the truth he has called me to believe.  If I simply rest in the knowledge, as Ms. Fitzpatrick says, that He knows, that He is good, and that his plans for my life are good as well, I am free from the bond of sin that unbelief breeds.  This is the work of the gospel in sanctification.  Belief.

“Let believers, therefore, learn to embrace Him, not only for justification, but also for sanctification, as He has been given to us for both these purposes.” (Calvin)


What was I thinking?

Did you ever attend a party and once you got there regretted you went out in the first place?  Introverts know what I am talking about.

The typical introvert tends to have difficulty adjusting to social situations.”

That’s the first and final time you will catch me quoting Carl Jung.

Anyway, after a week in the Facebook community that is precisely how I feel.  First of all I said I would NEVER have a Facebook account.  Hopefully you (nor God) heard me say that.  In previous years, God has heard me say I would NEVER have more than 2 children, NEVER homeschool, NEVER go back to attending Sunday evening church services and NEVER counsel people.  God giggles when I use the word NEVER.

Second, I have an email account, a blog, a house phone, a cell phone, a Twitter account, and a pen and paper.  What other communication tool could this introvert possibly need?

Third, I am not at all interested in finding out That Much Information about my family.  It is a wonderful blessing to live in another state oblivious to the pervasive plastic cup usage by those I love (psssst, kids!  Grown-ups use glass!)

And Fourth, I don’t really want to relive high school.  I brought my favorite part of those years with me to North Carolina (hi honey!)

So, what WAS I thinking?  Guess what?  I’m gonna tell ya….

When I peeked over Bob’s shoulder the other night to read his Facebook page, I caught sight of a whole bunch of people I had lost touch with over the last year or so.  Now, it’s not like I am absent from THE FRONT OF MY COMPUTER SCREEN 2/3rds IMG_0713of the day and unavailable for the  occasional email; I am unemployed, housebound with a dying cat, and simply love to write;  if you email me, I will answer!  But several of those currently in my contact list recently, and  most mysteriously, disappeared.  When I looked at Bob’s page I noticed all of my missing  contacts partyin without me!

It was at that moment an idea hit me.  Here I sit, tapping away at a keyboard futilely, hoping someone will talk (not meow) to me during the day, someone will read my blog (which I agonizingly update daily) when it occurred to me there is a open forum.  An open, FREE forum where I can practice communication skills before I forget how to speak and at the same time shamelessly promote myself.  And ya’ll say I’m shy….

Simply said, I plan to one day have my Face on a Book (complete with speaking engagements) and therefore I am USING Facebook to propel me toward my goal.  Hey, it’s worth a try.

In the meantime I do want to make a commitment to my family.  I am not on here to a) look like the cool mom b) keep tabs on you via your pictures or c) be friends with your friends.

Actually, I will probably end up developing a new Facebook category.  Enemies.


Walk This Way

Last fall our church did a little refreshing with the décor of the sanctuary.  Along with patching the cracks in the ceiling and brightening the room with a fresh coat of paint, a new lectern was professionally hand crafted.  I helped a bit with color selection, and when asked about the stain choice I learned that the words, “We preach Christ crucified” would be carved prominently on the face.  Now Bob and I sought out a church that would do just that, preach Christ crucified.  Instead of focusing on simply finding a “Bible believing” church when we moved here, we knew that we needed to be in a body that preaches the gospel.  Every week.

Detractors from that frame of thought often argue, “what about the believer?”  They mistakenly believe that the gospel has only implications for those among the not-already-convinced and that the believer needs REAL meat on Sunday.  What I love about “Because He Loves Me” is that Elyse Fitzpatrick illustrates how the gospel, “Christ crucified,” not only has the power to save the lost, it also sanctifies the believer.

Far from a works mentality, a “man-centered, pull up your bootstrap sanctification,” Paul describes this process in Ephesians 1:10.  “We are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” Fitzpatrick points out that, not only “has he done everything that needs to be done to secure our relationship to himself….He has also already prepared good works for us to do, to walk in.”

I can almost picture this life, a body if you will, one that God has already prepared for me.  It actually looks a lot like him.  My goal in life (Christlikeness) is to take steps INTO that body.  To crawl inside.  Imagine how difficult that would be!  Not only is it a perfect body of which my imperfect one will find difficult to fit, it means that once I start getting inside you will no longer see me.  It means setting aside my desire to be known, to be valued for how holy or good I can be.  It means I become small and He becomes great.

“The gospel serves us by stripping away vain-glorious delusions we harbor about our innate goodness and ability to please God through our self-generated effort.  When I forget that the only way that God could stand to have me in his family was by crushing the Son he loves—that without the perfect record of someone else I could not stand before his judicious holiness, that on my own I do not have within me either the desire of the power to please God—I am tempted to believe that I’m really pretty good.  And although I might need a nip or tuck, if I try hard enough, I can accomplish all he has called me to.  It’s when we forget the gospel, when we think we’re not really all that bad, not so much in need, not so far from Christlikeness, that pride, arrogance, and the inevitable guilt crush hope and faith.”

Humbling.


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