The God who is and was and is to comeā€¦

Sometimes you become the answer to your own prayersā€¦It was this way for Moses I guess.Ā  One fine afternoon on the backside of nowhere he gets a call, ā€œMoses, Moses!ā€

ā€œHere I amā€, he says. And the next thing you know God is saying, actually what matters is that ā€œI AMā€ here.
Iā€™ve seen my peopleā€™s afflictions.
Iā€™ve heard their cries.
I know how theyā€™re suffering.
Iā€™ve come down to deliver themā€¦
Now you come, I’ll send you to do the job.

HUH ME?!

OK, so Moses has to get involved, tongue-tied and disabled though he perceive himself to be, HEā€™s the man for the jobā€¦

Iā€™m feeling a little like that today.Ā  The call came a couple days ago.Ā  Iā€™ve got the plane tickets.Ā  The suitcases are standing at attention waiting for me to make up my mind about a multitude of details.Ā  I woke up a little early this morning and my mind started whirring restlessly.Ā  So I got up and sat here pouring over some names of God, looking for one to be just the one I need to hang onto for this journey.

My dadā€™s an increasingly unmanageable patient these days with a lone caregiver (my mom) who is increasingly frazzled and stretched beyond capacityā€¦something has to be done.Ā  The Lord has seen their affliction, heard their cries, and is well-acquainted with their sufferingā€¦ I have prayed.Ā  And now am being asked to step into the picture with my very own skin, to get involved in the answer to my prayers. Who am I for such a task?Ā  How am I going to do any good?

To keep anxious thoughts and ad nauseum pending decisions at bay this morning, I filtered through the names of God looking for one that might grab me and hold me tight as I pack and as I go*ā€¦Which of Godā€™s many names is custom-fitted for my situation?

What am I in need of?Ā  El Shaddai (God Almighty) ought to cover itā€¦or The Lord my Shepherd (Jehovah Ra-ah)ā€¦These are so familiar.Ā  My heart felt kind of numbed with doubt thoughā€¦so I kept onā€¦Ā  The Lord my Confidence (Yahweh Kesel) caught my eye. Yes! this confidence that gives strength to internal muscles, this confidence.Ā  Yes, I need that: ā€œfor the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being caught.ā€ (Pr.3:26) That sounds good.

Jehovah Shalom (The Lord my peace).Ā  Yes, I need that too.Ā  ā€œThou wilt keep Him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Theeā€Ā  would come to mind later in the day as I was out walking…
An unfamiliar name rang sweetly:Ā  Jehovah Shamah.Ā  This is the name given to the new Jerusalem as the book of Ezekiel closes out.Ā  It means ā€œThe Lord is Thereā€.Ā  Yes, thatā€™s all I really need, to know the Lord is there too, not only here with me on my cozy turf, but there also where I go, to face the unknown with confidence and grace.

But yaā€™ know, when God spoke through Moses to His people, the two names He chose were these: ā€œI AM who I AMā€,Ā  and ā€œYahweh, the God of your fathersā€.Ā  This was His covenant name, the one He wanted them to remember ā€˜throughout all generationsā€™ (Ex.3:15). He is my fatherā€™s God too, the one that has held his hand through all the years and the one that holds mine now, the great I AM.

Incidentally, I was looking yesterday at Jesus own I AMā€™sā€¦the same words are translated ā€œIt is Iā€.Ā  ā€œIt is I, be not afraidā€– ā€œI AM, be not afraidā€(Mt.14:27).Ā  Isnā€™t that it?Ā  Because He is, I need not be afraid.Ā  All thatā€™s left is to believe on the One that God has sent, not merely to save me and take me to Heaven, but to be with me in the meantime.Ā  This is the real work Iā€™m called to, to believe, and keep believing in the God who is.Ā  And Iā€™m back at the burning bush hearing Godā€™s response to Mosesā€™ ā€œWho am I that I should goā€¦ā€.Ā Ā  and God saying, ā€œbut I will be with youā€¦ā€

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Grace to you and peace from Him who is and who was and who is to comeā€¦ Rev.1:4

–LS

*I was gleaning some of these names from Knowing God by Name by Mary A. Kassianā€”a womenā€™s Bible study book.

Did you enjoy the fajita?

Arguing with my heart todayā€¦I read a sweet little book this past whileā€”an allegory written to show the heart of God for his little orphans.Ā  A line stood out to me, made my heart jump in eagerness for it to be true.Ā  The character representing Jesus had just shared little Willie Juanā€™s lunch with him, consuming it with obvious relish and attention even though it was but a humble home-made fajita.Ā  The line was this:

ā€œWhen you get to heaven, Little Friend, which is where I live, Abba will not ask you how many prayers you said or how many souls you saved. No, heā€™ll ask, ā€˜Did you enjoy the fajita?ā€™ He wants you to live with passion, in the beauty of the moment, accepting and enjoying his gifts.ā€ (Patched Togetherā€”Manning,60)

I like that.

But thatā€™s not the sole criteria for accepting such a statement as true.Ā  What of the ā€˜judgment seat of Christā€™?Ā  the giving an account for every idle word? the ā€œWhat have you done with your few minasā€”how did you invest them?ā€

This sort of welcoming Fatherā€™s heart that just sweeps me up in arms and enjoys what I have to share is SO much more inviting than my own imagined version of a reserved conditional sort of welcomeā€¦or a rewards ceremony where I sit it out in the bleachers just glad to have made it to the event!

Can it be supported in Scripture?

I waver between basking in Godā€™s pleasure despite my shortcomings and taking serious stock of my situation and wondering if Iā€™m fooling myself to assume Heā€™s entirely pleased.Ā  I donā€™t really want to think about it, but if my love of God is shown in love for my neighborsā€¦ well, these are concrete persons living beside me.Ā  This is a measurable sort of love.Ā  Do I love my neighbors in the same quality and quantity as I love myself?Ā  (grimace)Ā  And if not, hmmmā€¦Will I just get a sympatheticĀ  pat on the head and a ā€˜nevermind what I asked of you.ā€™Ā  Whatā€™s that verse about ā€˜trembling at His Wordā€™? But this is the one to whom I will look: he who is humble and contrite in spirit and trembles at my word. (Is.66:2)

Oh, Iā€™m eager to listen for His voice, but honestly, I want to hear good stuffā€”something congratulatory, comfortingā€¦ Instruction too is ok if itā€™s not anything too challenging, too scary, too far from my comfort zone.

And what of this business of reveling in blessings but being loathe to pass them on?Ā  Enjoying ā€˜the fajitaā€™, so to speak, but not wanting to share it for fear it will all get eaten and Iā€™ll go hungry, or for fear the sharee wonā€™t like it…Ā  Is this why gratitude seems hardly a sufficient response to so much goodness dished out on my behalf?Ā  Iā€™m pretty good at receiving, not nearly so good at generosityā€¦

ā€˜Between the time a gift comes to us and the time we pass it along, we suffer gratitude.ā€™ā€”Lewis Hyde

And so goes my heart-to-mind talk with myself. Ha!Ā  I was reading this morning in a little book on spiritual practices for the modern pilgrim.*Ā  The author referred to ā€œthe athlete view of spiritual lifeā€ as opposed to a more receptive, less ā€˜disciplinedā€™ view, where my job is to make space, to be receptive for the Spirit to work.Ā  Interesting concept.Ā  I obviously tend to be the ā€˜athleteā€™, at least in my mind!Ā  Try a little harder, pen more lists, spend more timeā€¦But it does seem that when I get all through with my mental strivings, or maybe smack dab in the middle of them, when I least expect it, God speaks to my heart precisely what I most need to hear.

It was like that this morning.Ā  I was digging into aĀ  couple phrases that caught my attention from II Samuel 13.Ā  The passage reads like a soap opera.Ā  Davidā€™s reigning as king now but on the domestic front things are a mess!Ā  It seems his own sins have come to nest in his childrenā€™s lives. Davidā€™s firstborn rapes his own half-sister.Ā  Then after scheming for two years her own blood brother avenges her shame (and sets himself up to be heir to the throne?)Ā  by murdering Davidā€™s first-born.Ā  And twice in this passage you read the words: ā€œDonā€™t take it to heart.ā€Ā  Once addressed to the sister whoā€™s just been violated and will now hide in shame for the duration of her life.Ā  Once addressed to David whose beloved son has just murdered his firstborn son!Ā  ā€œDonā€™t take it to heartā€ !!! How does that work?

Oh, and the beautiful girl whose life is left in shambles is told to ā€˜hold your peaceā€™.Ā  Really?Ā  This hardly seems like an appropriate response.Ā  So I went looking at these two phrases throughout Scripture. [Incidentally, blueletterbible.org is a SUPER resource for such studies.Ā  Try it out sometime!] Ā  There are things that should and things that should not be ā€˜taken to heartā€™.Ā  As the source of the ā€˜springs of lifeā€™ the heart has got to be guarded with discrimination. (Prov.4:23)

For instance, Moses warns the Israelites to remember who their God is so they donā€™t go chasing idols: ā€œKnow therefore today, and take it to your heart, that the LORD is God in heaven above and on the earth beneath; there is no other.ā€ (Deut.4:39)

But Pharaoh, when he should take to heart the plagues as signs of the one true God, refuses to do so and instead hardens his heart. (Ex.7:23)

I wonā€™t take your through all my rich gleanings… but what are the things I take to heart when in fact only what God says deserves to hold sway there?Ā  Reminds me of something Brennan Manning said in that sweet little book I mentioned earlier:

ā€œLive like the beloved of Abbaā€¦Your courage in living as Abbaā€™s beloved can give others the strength to do the same. For in the end only one thing remainsā€”Abbaā€™s loveā€¦ Define yourself as one beloved by God.ā€ (124)

Which brings us back to my mind and my heart arguingā€¦ah, and that other word study: ā€œHold your peace.ā€ Now this was interesting.Ā  Definitely a range of reasons to hold your peace and definite occasions not to!Ā  Queen Esther on the one hand was brought to her position for ā€˜just such a time as thisā€™ and strongly encouraged not to ā€˜hold her peaceā€™ lest she and her family be destroyed (Esther 4:14).Ā  But there are times when the fight is the Lordā€™s and our job is to ā€˜hold your peaceā€™. (Ex.14:14)

Okay, so Iā€™m buzzing along through all these references toĀ  charash, the Hebrew verb meaning: hold your peace, be silent, be dumb, be speechless, be deafā€¦keep quiet, and Iā€™m loving it. ( I love words in their settings and all the nuances of written language! And when their Godā€™s words, itā€™s even better!) And then I come to Godā€™s answer for my restless debate between heart and mind.Ā  For there is a verse that refers to God holding His peace, God choosing silence as the best expression of His love.Ā  I have read it many times before,Ā  (Oh that reading were believing!) and various translations render it in different ways.

But Zephaniah 3:17 describes God as resting (being silent, speechless, quiet) in His love for His beloved.Ā  First He is described as being ā€˜mighty in your midstā€™ and as One who saves.Ā  Yes, Heā€™s a powerful God and Saviour.Ā  Heā€™s described as ā€˜rejoicing over thee with joyā€™.Ā  Yes, there is an exuberance too.Ā  And Heā€™s even said to sing over His beloved.Ā  But in the middle is this resting, this silent love. ā€œHe will rest in his love.ā€Ā  He isnā€™t hung up with all the objections that hold me back from believing His love could cover my multitude of sins.Ā  He just loves.Ā  This is a silent joy in ā€˜the possession of the object of oneā€™s love, too great for words to expressā€™.Ā  (J,F, & B commentary).Ā  It is perhaps like the rest of silent satisfaction after the six days of creation, when God looked and ā€˜behold it was very goodā€™.

As Matthew Henry puts it, ā€œThe great God not only loves his saints, but he loves to love them.”Ā  Song of Solomon, if we can take it as a figure of Christ and the Church, implies that we captivate Godā€™s heart. ā€œYou have captivated my heart, my sister, my bride; you have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyesā€¦ā€ (SofS 4:9)Ā 

As heirs with Israel of Godā€™s grace we are destined to be ā€œa crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD, and a royal diadem in the hand of your Godā€¦and as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you.ā€ (Is.62:3,5)Ā  There is not a lot of room for argument here.Ā  We are objects of an incredible and very personal love.Ā  And I suspect that as we come to live in our true identity as ones well loved, the obedience that seems so scary will begin to flow quite naturally from our well-nourished hearts, constrained by such a great love, to do anything desired by the Lover.

I give thanks, O LORD, with my whole heart; before the gods I sing your praiseā€¦for your steadfast love and your faithfulness, for you have exalted above all things your name and your word. (Ps.138:1,2)

So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.
(I Jn.4:16)

Whew! If you got to the end of that youā€™re a wonder.Ā  Bless you and be sure to enjoy the fajita!

–LS

ā€œThe LORD will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O LORD, endures forever.Ā  Do not forsake the work of your hands.ā€ ā€“Ps.138:8

P.S. A brief review of Patched Together by Brennan Manning is posted at: thestackofdawn.blogspot.com

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*God in the Yard: Spiritual Practice for the rest of us–Barkat, p.41ff

What was it Like when you first met Jesus?

Do you remember when you became a Christian? Can you tell in a single sentence what it was like? It seemed a simple enough question to pose to a congregation of believers. But when individuals were pointed out to give an answer, my mind went scrambling for words. What was it like?

Iā€™ve always considered my ā€˜testimonyā€™ to be a rather boring thing, lacking the beforeā€™s and afterā€™s of more dramatic accounts of meeting Jesus. In fact, my memory serves me so sketchily that I have few particulars of the occasion. Perhaps thatā€™s why I am an inveterate journal keeper. I have boxes of assorted journals, mostly informal spiral bound versions, but way back in the beginning, there was a little black ā€œOne-Year Diaryā€ with a little latch and a key. That was the first one. I guess I was about 10 then. And thatā€™s the one I cannot find today. Itā€™s the one I hoped would say what it was like when I prayed to ask Jesus into my heart. I know where itā€™s supposed to be. Its green twin from 1974 used to lie with it. But now just the green one is at hand. It talks of puppies and riding bikes, of picking strawberries and going to Girl Scoutsā€¦And laced throughout are mentions of reading my Bibleā€¦when I got up, when I was afraid after watching a movie, and when I was trying to ā€˜catch upā€™ with my OneYearReadThru planā€¦ I was twelve then, growing up in a sheltered Christian community, Christian school, close-knit church, Christian parents and grandparents and cousins, aunts and unclesā€¦What was it like in this context to ā€˜become a Christianā€™? I feel as though Iā€™ve been one all my life.

But there was an evening at the altar one balmy summerā€™s nightā€¦ It was ā€˜Campmeetingā€™ week. Nightly services for the faithful. Lots of hymn singing. Exuberant marching around the pews sometimes– exulting in prospects like ā€˜Beulah Landā€™ and ā€˜marching on to glory with the faithful fewā€™. Energetic preaching and always an altar call. Those were the days of real ā€˜altarsā€™, well, long wooden backless benches up front where people knelt in rows to pray aloud after the service. And thatā€™s where I ended up one such night with my two childhood friends, twins Iā€™d known since Kindergarten. An old saint of a lady named Mrs. Wolfram knelt beside me and asked me if Iā€™d ever asked Jesus to be my Saviour? I donā€™t remember just what she said, only the sense that Jesus had died for me personally and I could personally acknowledge this and he would be my Saviour.

Now I look back and wonder what I really acknowledged that night. Did I understand all the implications of depravity and repentance, of humility and grace? I doubt it. I was good little Lindy, the quiet pupil with straight Aā€™s and little to add to the report card but ā€œLinda needs to speak up in class.ā€ I was a pleaser belonging to a community that excelled in measuring goodness by conformity to certain standards. Praying at the altar was the right thing to do. Asking Jesus into my heart was the obvious thing required of me in this setting. And that night I was ā€˜savedā€™ along with my friends who said their prayers somewhere along that bench. What was it like? Was I filled with rapturous wonder? Was I ecstatic? Was I transformed from that moment on? Thinking back I only remember being happy. My outgoing friends were more demonstratively so. We celebrated by running outside in the summer darkness to share our joy.

I woke up this morning with an old Sunday School song in my heart: ā€œHappiness isā€¦ā€Ā  Do you know it?Ā Ā  It goes like this:

[Press CTRL and click to listen] [or, for the happy wordless version listen here.]

Happiness is to know the Savior,
Living a life within His favor,
Having a change in my behavior,
Happiness is the Lord.

Happiness is a new creation,
Jesus and me in close relation,
Having a part in His salvation,
Happiness is the Lord.

Happiness is to be forgiven,
Living a life that’s worth the livin’,
Taking a trip that leads to Heaven,
Happiness is the Lord.

Real joy is mine,
No matter if the teardrops start,
I’ve found the secret,
It’s Jesus in my heart.

And that makes a pretty good summary of my own testimony. A simple one, more of a continuation in the path Iā€™d been born into really. Not remarkable in most respects and yetā€¦ When I consider this God who humbly accepts such a childā€™s prayer, when she in all likelihood doesnā€™t comprehend His glory or her need… Who chooses her to have a heritage of believers preceding her and surrounding herā€¦Who preserves her from being tempted or drawn into a world of sins she never samplesā€¦Who bears with her in her prideful self-righteousness, her silly legalisms, her deficient capacity to love wellā€¦When I consider this God inviting me to know Him and waiting as I grow into what that meansā€¦ I see a remarkable story in the simplest of testimonies.

Later I would question my salvation when I compared my ho-hum existence to the enthusiastic inner joy and unconcealable delight my best friend found when she asked Jesus into her heart one night at Youth Group. What did she see that Iā€™d missed? Every morning sheā€™d bring to school a little snippet of paper with a verse on it that thrilled her, in hopes that we could exchange verses. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I prayed privately just case Iā€™d missed something the first time around welcoming Jesus to re-ignite the joy of my salvation and was soon just as ā€˜fired upā€™ about the Word as she was. I look back now and see her friendship as His mercy, drawing me back to my first loveā€¦

There were other strategic moments, quiet transactions with this God who was for me a wonderful shepherd. He met me in my insecure shyness and brought me gently along, to trust Him, to commit my days to Him as His bondservant, to do things I can only look back at now in wonder at what this quiet least-likely-to-leave-home girl would do with such abandon. Whoā€™d ever heard of Alberta, Canada? How did I end up there for my last year of highschool, leaving the classmates Iā€™d spent over a decade with, leaving family and beloved woods and sheltering church communityā€¦confidently following my Shepherd? This too is my testimony.

Itā€™s a quiet one of circumstances woven to shape my life despite my inherent foibles. Of the Spirit bearing witness with my spirit that I am His child. And always, of this Shepherd drawing me to know how much He loves and forming in me a heart to love Him more. I havenā€™t had dramatic experiences, terrific revelations, or awesome visions. His Spirit moves quietly and unseen. I see my testimony in Peterā€™s words:

ā€œThough you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.ā€ I Pet.1:8,9

And my mind scrambling to compose a succinct testimony to describe ā€˜What was it likeā€™Ā  is calmed and settled. This joy of being personally related to the One who knows me most and loves me best is inexpressibleā€”not meant to be circumscribed entirely with words and passed around like the latest news. It is not the ā€˜feelingā€™ of the moment that counts, but the long getting to know my first and best True Love. As the service ended that day, this song played and sang for me my heartā€™s own song:

ā€œFirst Loveā€

[I highly commend it to you for a listen. May your heart sing along.]

Although I am changing Youā€™re unchangeable oh God

You will be my first love, be my first love

And for all the changes that You lead me through oh God

You will be my first love, be my first love

Every morning when the sun comes up

And every evening when the day is done

You will be my first love, be my first love

Even when You fill my heartā€™s desires

Even when You are consuming fire

You will be my first love, be my first love

Although I am shaken, Youā€™re unshakable, oh God

You will be my first love, be my first love

So let my idols crumble Youā€™re unshakable oh God

You will be my first love, be my first love

May every day and every way I live bring glory to You Lord. (x3)

Be my first love. ā€“Jeremy Horn

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ā€œBeloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appearsĀ  we shall be like him, because we shall see him as He is.ā€ (I Jn. 3:2)

May every day and every way I live bring glory to You Lord,

–LS

Something Good

Do you remember that song Julie Andrews sings in The Sound of Music? She canā€™t believe her good fortune in being loved by the wonderful ā€˜Captainā€™ so as they stand in a leafy arbor one evening she sings this sweet romantic song with him:

Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
–ā€œSomething Goodā€ from The Sound of Music

[For the audio, and decidedly romantic clip, press CTRL and click here]

Sweet and romantic, but an altogether erroneous conclusion! Iā€™ve been thinking along these lines this weekā€”due to the incredibly delightful ā€˜fitness vacationā€™ Iā€™ve just been treated to with my best friend, coach and lover. (See: ā€œTandem Treatā€ at Sketches from Skeltons) What do we conclude when our lives overflow with blessing, when all seems sweet, when our health is good and we are strong? Why should we enjoy peace and prosperity, go camping for fun not out of necessity, live in comfort and safetyā€¦What is my response? I want it to be purely one of humble gratitude, like Davidā€™s:

“Who am I, O Lord GOD, and what is my house, that you have brought me thus far?ā€ (II Sam.7:18), knowing that this is the grace of God for this season of my life. Maybe things will be different tomorrow. Will I still be grateful? Will it mean Iā€™ve done something bad?!

But I hear a murmur of this tuneā€”ā€œI must have done something goodā€– lurking in that part of me that wants to pat itself on the back, as if I deserved this, had it coming somehow. Thatā€™s nothing but raw pride, the energy of the flesh trying to claim some glory for itself. Not because of anything in me have I been so blessed. Thereā€™s something humbling about grace when you think about it. Itā€™s freely given, canā€™t be earned, isnā€™t deserved, doesnā€™t have to continue, is entirely unrelated to merit. We are at the mercy of Godā€™s grace. We are not in charge, not able to earn anything or guarantee one iota of ā€˜feeling goodā€™ for tomorrow! A gratitude that gives Him all the glory is a humbly dependent thing. It is ok with whatever is given, trusting that He is good and His grace sufficient when life doesnā€™t feel good anymore.

Having just finished reading I Samuel, Iā€™m intrigued with Davidā€™s life. At last Saul is dead, no longer able to impede Davidā€™s rise to the throne for which God appointed him. In all the conflict, all the running for his life, he has preserved respect for Saul as Godā€™s anointed and refused to play a part in taking his life, though he had ample opportunity. He waited, humbly, for God to move on his behalf. And now, his time has come.

And what does he say?

ā€œThe Lord has rewarded me according to my righteousnessā€¦ ā€œ (Ps.18:24)

What?! That sounds just a tad arrogant, doesnā€™t it? Iā€™ve always thought so. But with a closer look at Davidā€™s life, itā€™s obvious who he considers the source of his righteousness, his integrity, his strength, his everything. First he credits Godā€™s rules with being his guiding principles. Then he goes on to attribute to God his security, his ability in war, his salvation, and his greatnessā€¦ ā€œI love you, O LORD my strength…For who is God, but the LORD? And who is a rock, except our God?ā€”the God who equipped me with strength and made my way blameless. Your gentleness made me great.ā€ (18:31,32,35) There is no arrogance here.

Davidā€™s attitude is made clear in the incident with Nabal and Abigail, where David was bent on vengeance against the wicked fool who denied him and his men any reward for their guardian services. As heā€™s marching on his self-righteous way to take revenge, Abigail meets him and persuades him to let the Lord defend his cause and spare himself ā€œcause for grief or pangs of conscience for having shed blood without causeā€. His integrity is preserved intact and he gives the credit to God:

ā€œBlessed by the Lordā€¦who sent you this day to meet me! The Lordā€¦who has restrained me from hurting youā€¦Blessed be the Lord who hasā€¦kept back his servant from wrongdoing.ā€
(I Sam.25:32ff)

Arguably, there is great reward for the one who follows Godā€™s principles. Staying married to oneā€™s spouse through thick and thin does have a pay-back, for instance. As does ā€˜buffeting oneā€™s bodyā€™ so that it can go on a splendid ā€˜fitness vacationā€™! God is after all the creator and He has established the ā€˜design specificationsā€™ for mankind. This is how life will work best. David repeatedly acknowledges the value of Godā€™s law: Moreover, by them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward. (Ps.19:11) But at the same time, he reiterates his dependence on God to enable him to walk in Godā€™s ways:

Who can discern his errors?
Declare me innocent from hidden faults.
Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins;
let them not have dominion over me! (Ps.19:12,13)

So yes, God blesses those who walk by His directions, but no, there is no credit to be taken, only given to God for His love and mercy. Is this why weā€™re taught to pray: ā€œLead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.ā€ We need the help! And who knows how often a ā€˜way of escapeā€™ has been made for us that we were not even aware of. God is faithful to protect us in temptation (I Cor. 10:13) He is after all FOR US! He has an agenda for us, his ā€˜treasured possessionā€™. We see it in the covenant with Israel:

For you are a people holy to the LORD your God, and the LORD has chosen you to be a people for his treasured possession, out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth. (Deut.14:2) His intention is to set them ā€œin praise and in fame and in honor high above all nations that he has made, and that you shall be a people holy to the LORD your God, as he promised.” (Deut.26:19) Israel stood out among the nations by virtue of Godā€™s blessings on them. Not for any virtue of their own. They were to be a reference point for the nations around them to sit up and take notice that Israelā€™s God was AWESOME (in the truest sense of the word) and GOOD. Isnā€™t that what our lives should say? After all Heā€™s the one whoā€™s done something good! In us. Through us.

Seems we arenā€™t the only generation to get that confused. Way back in the day when God gave the land of Canaan to His kids he warned them about getting so comfy and cocky that they started thinking they must have done something good: ā€œDo not say in your heartā€¦ ā€˜It is because of my righteousness that the LORD has brought me in to possess the landā€™ā€¦for you are a stubborn people.ā€ (Deut.9:4,6) A little history lesson follows just case they needed to hear some specifics. Humbling. They are reminded that God set his love upon them for no merit of their own. And lest they start thinking there own power and might has gotten them to this place Moses reminds them it is God who in fact gives them power to get wealth! (Deut.8:18)

So what is my response to all the blessings, seen and unseen, felt and not felt, that are poured on my life from moment to moment?

Perhaps I can stand in my leafy arbor, this home Heā€™s provided, and sing to Himā€¦
ā€œFor here you are, standing there, loving me / Whether or not you shouldā€¦ā€
And itā€™s only because Youā€™re good!

Bless the Lord, o my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!

–LS

For the Lord your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of brooks and of water, of fountains and springs, flowing out in the valleys and hills, a land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranatesā€¦a land in which you will eat bread without scarcity, in which you will lack nothing, ā€¦and you shall eat and be full, and you shall bless the LORD your God for the good land he has given you. (Deut.8:7-10)

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ā€œBut I am like a green olive tree in the house of God.
I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever.
I will thank you forever, because you have done it.
I will wait for your name, for it is goodā€¦ā€ (Ps.52:8-9)

Listeningā€¦

“Incline your ear and come to Me. Listen, that you may live.ā€ Is.55:3

I sat in the back yard this morningā€”my very own retreat centerā€”savoring sunshine, and the quiet that is not quite silenceā€¦ mulling over the Word and my reactions to it, reading, cat-napping, and just relishing this being a living temple for Almighty God to inhabit by His Spirit.

Incredible reality.

This phrase ā€œincline your earā€ is rolling about in my mind of late. I love the picture of it. Can you see it? Like a good sheep-dog, one ear cocked, ready, listening. Like young Samuelā€”ā€œSpeak Lord, Iā€™m listening.ā€ Itā€™s the part of prayer that we sometimes overlook. The part where we need say nothing.

How many times did Jesus say, ā€œLet him who has ears hearā€¦ā€? And in Luke He adds: ā€œTake care how you hear!ā€ (Lk.8:18) In the parable of the sower and his seeds, the good soil is commendable. It represents the one who upon hearing the Word ā€˜holds it fast in an honest and good heart, and bears fruit with patienceā€™(8:15) Oooo I like that. Hanging onto Godā€™s words, whether they ring true for me or not. Hanging onto them because He promises that His Word ā€œwill accomplish that which I purpose and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.ā€ (Is.55:11)

His words are spirit, they are living and active (Heb.4:12); they are life-giving. Do I really believe that?! Then why do I sometimes cringe, turn a deaf ear, harden my heart, not want to hear what God will say to me nextā€¦ while Heā€™s saying: ā€œHear me, that your soul may live!ā€

Hmmā€¦ so Iā€™m mulling over these things this morning. And what it is the Gospel has to offer the cringing deafened earā€¦ cringing lest a command be given that will be too hard to obey or too unpleasant or too fearful a thingā€¦ What does the gospel have to offer? Repentance and forgiveness of sins, for saint and sinner alike; for we are alike but for the living breathing spirit of God in our beings making all things new.

His Word mirrors to me who He is, who Iā€™m not. It offers me the correction I need to hear, and the reassurance. It breathes new life into my deadened hard spots. It invites me to come, to call, to fear not, to know and believe my Redeemer is strong enough for even my weaknesses. And yes even I can be a witness to His being alive.

ā€œWoman, where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you? Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.ā€

I do not stand condemned but shown a better way, encouraged, emboldened to askā€¦and reminded that yes, Iā€™m chosen to be His witness, a witness to who God is, not who I am. He is strong in my weakness, able without my strength, a Redeemer who turns all things to good, who speaks life and peace, who restores joy and invites me to be of good courage, for He has overcome the world. I need only follow Him, one ear cocked to hear His voice, eyes wide to watch the way He does it.

Funny, I see this generation following after us, but not exactly in our footsteps. This is at first alarming, but when I look more closely I see them choosing different steps, getting to know the world, the people in it, not just believers. Listening to people. Walking and working with people. Caring. And finding Jesusā€™ way with people. He enjoyed people. He spent time with them. They enjoyed being with Him too. And in the process life was breathed into dark places. Hope was born. Healing granted. Freedom and forgiveness found. And there was joy.

This is the by-product of listening to Him. Not only do we find life, but we reflect who He is.

Ah, Lord, youā€™ve chosen us to know you and made us witnesses to the Life you are to us. You are the Redeemer. Redeem our weaknesses. Shine through our cracked places. Be glorified in our lives from generation to generationā€¦

–LS

ā€œTake to your heart all the words with which I am warning you today, which you shall command your sons to observe carefully, even all the words of this law. For it is not an idle word for you; indeed it is your life.ā€ Deut. 32:46,47

“But to this one I will look, To him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word.ā€ Is.66:2