Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Redefined


Neither love nor rejection from the finite will define my worth.
Neither my accomplishments nor my failures will define my value.
 My Creator, my Father, my Savior, my God...He alone holds that right.
He redefines the shame I have felt.
He redefines the lies I have told myself.
I am redefined by His grace.
I am redefined in His truth.
I am all that He says I am.
 
My identity is found in Christ alone.
My confidence is in Christ and who I am in Him.
He is faithful when I am faithless.
He is trust when I doubt.
He is able when I'm weak.
He is love when I am abandoned.
He is wisdom when I don't understand.
He is joy when I am heart broken.
He is forgiveness when I fall.
He is worthy when I don't feel good enough.
He is patience when I'm overwhelmed.
He is hope when I am discouraged.
He is truth when I'm uncertain or deceived.
He is freedom and salvation.
 
God help me to see.
Help me to hear.
Help me to know Your heart.
I am worthy because You have chosen me.
I am rescued.
I am redeemed.
I am restored.
I am made complete in You.
I am Yours.
I am Your Beloved.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

In Your Eyes

 
Lover of my soul, I'm coming back to You
Running back to You, stumbling
Lover of my soul, I'm crying out to You
Pleading for Your grace, and when You see me...
 
I'm beautiful in Your eyes
Joy and delight in Your eyes
Perfectly made in Your eyes
Love of Your life in Your eyes
 
Lover of my heart, I'm giving all to You
Offering all of me, surrendering
Lover of my heart, I'm laying down my life
A willing sacrifice, and when You see me...
 
I'm beautiful in Your eyes
Joy and delight in Your eyes
Perfectly made in Your eyes
Love of Your life in Your eyes
 
You don't see the shame that's held me down
You don't see the scars of past gone wrong
There's no more pain and no more night
You've turned my darkness into light

Monday, February 27, 2012

It's You



But as for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.
My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
of your salvation all day long,
though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign LORD;
I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone.
My lips will shout for joy
when I sing praise to you -
I, whom you have redeemed.


There is a light in the dark
That's come to make us new
Come to heal our hearts
God it's You

There is a hope for the weak
That's come to show us the truth
Come to be all we need
God it's You

God of all creation
King of all the nations
The universe declares His praise
Can you hear it rising
Over the horizon
Come and join redemption's song
It's You
God it's You

You are the light in the dark
You've come to make us new
Come to heal our hearts
God it's You
God it's You

God of all creation
King of all the nations
The universe declares His praise
Can you hear it rising
Over the horizon
Come and join redemption's song
It's You
God it's You

You are worthy
You are worthy
You are worthy, God
You are worthy
You are worthy
You are worthy, God

Monday, January 30, 2012

Second Chance

I can't get enough of this song and the others on the Rend Collective Experiment's newest album. 

Life born from death.


I'm so thankful for second chances and the unfailing love of my heavenly Father...


My future hangs on this
You make preciousness from dust
Please don't
Stop creating me

Your blood offers the chance
To rewind to innocence
Reborn
Perfect as a child

Oh Your cross it changes everything
There my world begins again with You
Oh Your cross it's where my hope restarts
A second chance is Heaven's heart

When sin and ugliness
Collide with redemption's kiss
Beauty
Awakens by romance

Always inside this mess
I have found forgiveness
Mercy
As infinite as You

Oh Your cross it changes everything
There my world begins again with You
Oh Your cross it's where my hope restarts
A second chance is Heaven's heart

Countless second chances
We've been given at the cross

Fragments of brokenness
Salvaged by the art of grace
You craft
Life from our mistakes

Black skies of my regrets
Outshone by this kindness
New life
Dawns over my soul

Oh Your cross it changes everything
There my world begins again with You
Oh Your cross it's where my hope restarts
A second chance is Heaven's heart

Countless second chances
We've been given at the cross

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A New Perspective

I took an little trip north to New Hampshire this past weekend. I've had an open invitation to visit for the last few years, and for some reason I've never acted on it. It's kind of crazy that I've ventured south multiple times, but never north. I think there were a couple of things that made me resist the thought.

It's cold.

It's dark.

Ok, so somehow I hit it on one of the most balmy weekends they've ever had for this time of year, so I can't complain about the temperature. Although, every time I walked outside I was mentally bracing myself for a breath snatching kind of cold that thankfully was not the case.

But it was dark. Like REALLY dark. And the darkness started closing in around 3:30. It was a little eerie to say the least. By the time 5:00 hit, I was heading up 91N through Vermont along the New Hampshire border, and it just got darker and darker. I could only see the road directly in front of me. There were hardly any other cars on the road. There were no lights anywhere. No nearby towns to shed a little illumination. I couldn't see the moon or stars. Nothing. I kept waiting for a moose to appear out of nowhere. The darkness was enveloping. Oppressive. All encompassing. Penetrating.

Contrast that with my drive back south Monday morning in the daylight. That same stretch of road took on a whole different feeling in the light. It was absolutely glorious! Breath taking! Completely gorgeous! I couldn't believe how much I had missed seeing on the way up because I just plain couldn't see it in the dark. I just kept looking around and soaking it all in. God surely outdid Himself with those incredibly beautiful mountains.


The sun decided to paint the sky with the type of rays that filter down through the billowing clouds in streams. The trees were a mix of those that had shaken themselves free from their autumn leaves and the evergreens that live up to their name. And while the snow wasn't laying as thickly as is pictured above, there were patches of white dotting the landscape combined with ice formations clinging to the sides of the rock face that had been exposed in order to make way for the highway.

I just kept repeating "Wow, God, WOW!!" and thanking Him for the gift. I couldn't help myself. It was majestically beautiful!

What a difference light makes. I gained an entirely new perspective. I kept thinking about how much I could have missed if I wouldn't have had the opportunity to drive through that area in the daylight. The oppressive darkness of the night was lifted and turned into one of the most glorious scenes I've ever witnessed.

And then I started wondering how much I could have missed if I wouldn't have God's light opening my eyes to the beautiful things He's been doing and orchestrating along this life journey of mine. What a difference His light has made in my life. His light has illuminated the most amazing and miraculous things. I know I have an entirely new perspective on everything that happens.
A new perspective on the people around me.
A new perspective on my purpose; my passions; my goals.
A new perspective on morality; on my actions, thoughts, and words.
A new perspective on compassion.
A new perspective on pain; hurt; disappointment; worry; tragedy.
A new perspective on contentment; joy.
A new perspective on failure.
A new perspective on friendships; community; relationships; marriage.
A new perspective on change; waiting; anticipation; growth.
A new perspective on everyday miracles; sunrises; ocean tides; babies; stars.
A new perspective on thankfulness; grace; mercy; faithfulness; trust.
A new perspective on life.

I'm so thankful for my Savior. I'm so thankful for the opportunity to walk through this life in His light. I'm so thankful He broke through the oppressive darkness that shrouded my heart and turned my life into something beautiful...something even more glorious than the scenery I witnessed this weekend.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

When You Came



The people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.  ~Matthew 4:16

Light has dawned in the shadow
Life has shattered the dead
Glory has overcome darkness
Sight has revealed what's ahead
Truth unveils the deception
Grace eclipses the shame
Mercy forgives transgression
Found recovers the strayed

You came to bring freedom
You came to bring change
You came to bring light into this darkened world
And nothing remained the same
When You came
You came to bring healing
You came to bring hope
You came to bring life like we've never known before
And everything changed
When You came

Peace has overwhelmed turmoil
Love has drowned out hate
Joy has broken through sorrow
Strength has encouraged the faint
Comfort supplies the needy
Clean washes the stained
Freedom bursts through the chains that have held me
Hope heals all the pain

You came to bring freedom
You came to bring change
You came to bring light into this darkened world
And nothing remained the same
When You came
You came to bring healing
You came to bring hope
You came to bring life like we've never known before
And everything changed
When You came

We were lost
We were broken
We couldn't find You
We were blind
We were wandering
We didn't see You
Until You came

Monday, November 28, 2011

All He Says I Am

There are so many voices out there telling us how we should act...what we should look like...who we should be.
It's so easy to get lost within the lies of those voices.
To never actually hear and know the truth of who we are.
To never hear the only Voice that matters.
To never hear the truth of who we are in Christ.
To never know the love, freedom, and abundant life that's found through knowing Him.

So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.

Our identity is in Him and Him alone.
We are His beloved children.
Redeemed. Restored. Whole. ALIVE!!
No, I will not abandon you as orphans—I will come to you. Soon the world will no longer see me, but you will see me. Since I live, you also will live. When I am raised to life again, you will know that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. Those who accept my commandments and obey them are the ones who love me. And because they love me, my Father will love them. And I will love them and reveal myself to each of them. 
I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.  
I love Cody Carnes' song All He Says I Am that expresses all of this so incredibly well. I could just sit and listen to it over and over and over. In fact, I have...


He whispers in my ear
Tells me that I'm fearless
He shares a melody
Tells me to repeat it
And it makes me whole
It reminds my soul

I am all He says I am
I am all He says I am
I am all He says I am
And He says I am His own

I was blinded by scales upon my eyes
And He came like a light
And burned up all the lies
Oh He set me free
He reminded me

I am all He says I am
I am all He says I am
I am all He says I am
And He says I am His own

Chains are broken, scales are on the floor
Truth is spoken, I'm no orphan anymore
Chains are broken, scales are on the floor
Truth is spoken, I'm no orphan anymore
Chains are broken, scales are on the floor
Truth is spoken, I'm no orphan anymore

I am loved
I am new again
And I am free
I'm no slave to sin
And I'm a saint
I am righteousness
And I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!

I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!

Oh I'm alive!
I'm alive!
I'm alive!

I am all He says I am
I am all He says I am
I am all He says I am
And He says I am His own

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Give And Take

You split the sky with painted light
Rolling timpani shaking
You echo through the darkest night
Bellowing winds swirling

You shake the earth and trees bend low
Bowing down almost breaking
You churn waves and seas below
Crashing in and overtaking

Your majesty on display
Mighty One
Creator God
Your power can turn night to day
You give and take away

You soak completely my resolve
Breaking through and rebuilding
You pour out overwhelming love
Overflowing and healing

You whisper gently to my heart
Loving warmly and embracing
You'll never leave me or depart
Breathing life into dying

Your majesty on display
Mighty One
Creator God
Your power can turn night to day
You give and take away
Yet even in our darkest hour
Comforter
Loving Father
You're our faithful strong tower
You give and take away

Broken restored
Weak given strength
All glory to You
Shattered rebuilt
Torn mended and new
All glory to You, God

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Perfect


Does Mr. Perfect remind you of someone?
Go look in the mirror.
Any resemblance?
No.
Oh, really?!
Interesting. Well, let's keep that in mind...

There's a common thought that a lot of people have about the church that I think is terribly sad. So many think that they need to be perfect in order to set foot inside a church. That if the church really knew everything about them, they wouldn't be accepted. That they'll never escape the sideways glances, the pointed fingers, and the whispered accusations. Their past will always haunt them, and they'll never be good enough. And unfortunately, it seems that the church is often actually the root problem behind propagating this attitude, because far too often these scenarios are exactly what's happened.

It breaks my heart to hear that in the one place where people should be able to experience grace, love, and forgiveness, they are met with judgment, contempt, and guilt. It makes me sad to see how often people who need to be loved on the most are the ones who are shut out most frequently. I know...because I've done it. And it makes me sick to think about how awful that is. It's so far opposite from how Jesus treated people, and it's wrong. It's even more upsetting to realize how many times we as the church get in the way and destroy Jesus' message by being so self-righteous.

No one is perfect. Period.

There's nothing that we could ever do to earn our salvation, and there's nothing that we've ever done that can't be covered by God's grace and love. It's only by the grace of God that we have been saved!
Once you were dead because of your disobedience and your many sins. You used to live in sin, just like the rest of the world, obeying the devil. All of us used to live that way, following the passionate desires and inclinations of our sinful nature. By our very nature we were subject to God’s anger, just like everyone else. But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead. (It is only by God’s grace that you have been saved!)
So next time you're tempted to think you're better than someone else, think again. The next time you start to think that you're perfect, go look in the mirror again. I guarantee that you won't see Mr. Perfect looking back at you.

My apologies for the implied cuss word, but I love how Perry Noble lays it out so well in one of his blog posts:  “This Sh_t Is Awesome!”

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Back Again


 She walked away at seventeen
She didn't wanna be anything He had for her
She took off running thinking freedom was somewhere else but in His care
Running away from His arms of liberty

But He never left her side
He never gave up tryin' to get through
How much He loves her still the same
And wants her back again
He's calling her
My love, come back again

She messed it up at twenty-one
She never thought she could repay the damage done
She took off running thinking there'd never be forgiveness for this shame
Running away from His arms of mercy

But He never left her side
He never gave up tryin' to get through
How much He loves her still the same
And wants her back again
He keeps calling her
My love, come back again

Now she's here at thirty-three
She's learned some things about life and Jesus along the way
She took off running thinking there's no other way to make it through
Running straight into His open arms of love

You see He's never left her side
He never gave up tryin' to get through
How much He loves her still the same
And wants her back again
Now He's holding her
My love, you're back again

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Sufficient

Have you ever been reading through Scripture and caught yourself glazing over the passages that you've known all your life.  They're so familiar that you don't take the time to stop and really let them sink in. But I love when those exact same verses coming roaring back with renewed meaning and strength during certain seasons of life. God's Word is living and active, and I'm so thankful He still breathes life into our hearts through His Word.

I watched a North Point service online this weekend, and one of those verses has caught my heart and mind with a new depth.

Paul writes in 2 Corinthians how he pleaded with God multiple times to take away a "thorn in his flesh". It was a torment to him. But despite his prayers, God says "No" outright.

Wouldn't you think that with all the incredible work that Paul was doing to spread the gospel, God might step in and help him out?  Wouldn't you think that Paul would be so much more effective if God would take away the thing that was ailing Paul?  Wouldn't you think God would want to make Paul as strong as possible so that he could do even greater things through him?

But God said, "No." 

Really?!  Why, God?! 

And then in verse 9, we see how God spoke into Paul's situation and Paul's subsequent response:
But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
I love how Andy Stanley explains it: While we have permission to ask God to remove our thorns, God has the right to say no to our requests. God may choose to showcase His power on the stage of our weakness, but the question lies in how we are going to respond.

Are we going to question if God exists? Will we question His wisdom or falter in our willingness to trust Him? Do we continue to struggle to deal with the situation in our own strength? Or do we instead submit to God, trust that He is in control, and accept His answer of no. Because when we do, God gives us something in return - sustaining grace. His strength in our weakness is proof of His presence in our life. In our weakness, we will find that His power will sustain us through even our most difficult circumstances, and His grace is sufficient to cover every need.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Psalm 51

Generous in love- God, give grace! Huge in mercy- wipe out my bad record. Scrub away my guilt, soak out my sins in your laundry. I know how bad I've been; my sins are staring me down.

You're the One I've violated, and you've seen it all, seen the full extent of my evil. You have all the facts before you; whatever you decide about me is fair. I've been out of step with you for a long time, in the wrong since before I was born. What you're after is truth from the inside out. Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.

Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean, scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life. Tune me in to foot-tapping songs, set these once-broken bones to dancing. Don't look too close for blemishes, give me a clean bill of health. God, make a fresh start in me, shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life. Don't throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. Bring me back from gray exile, put a fresh wind in my sails! Give me a job teaching rebels your ways so the lost can find their way home. Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God, and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways. Unbutton my lips, dear God; I'll let loose with your praise.

Going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Don't Jump

I love this little excerpt from Margaret Feinberg's Hungry for God:

A few years ago, my husband Leif and I adopted a little puppy. As soon as the soft brown ball of fur crawled into the palms of my hands, I was in love. We named him Hershey.

After extensive training, Hershey was ready to go anywhere and everywhere. If dogs earned airline status, he'd be triple platinum. Though it sounds silly, sometimes God uses Hershey to teach me spiritual lessons. My furry friend is a living, breathing example of unconditional loyalty and love.

Because Hershey weighs less than five pounds, I carry him with me rather than use a leash. When Hershey stands still and trusts me, I scoop him up in a single motion. But sometimes he thinks I need his help. As I'm leaning down, he'll try to jump up, creating a klutzy moment in which I have to scramble so he doesn't fall. In the split second I'm trying to grab hold of my dog, I've sensed the Holy Spirit whispering, You do this sometimes too.

Like Hershey, I don't always trust my master. I think he needs my help. When I jump to take matters into my own hands, rather than trust God, I find everything falling apart. God is faithful and gracious enough to prevent me from thumping on the ground, but these moments remind me of the importance of relying and waiting on him.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Game of Life


I was talked into playing The Game of Life this past weekend with "the fam" before I had to leave the land of dial-up and make the trek home.  Now I know I've played the game before, but it's been a long, long time.  Wow.  So many choices.  So many paths to take.  So many things that could potentially change the entire course of the game.  And so much of it was dependant purely on chance...spinning the right number...landing on the right spaces...hoping no one would sue you..."investing" money to try to land a windfall. 

Most of the players involved had goals set for themselves at the onset of the game.  Of course, the whole point for everyone was to ultimately try to win, but everyone had a different strategy, and "winning" wasn't necessarily everything.  One player wanted to live in the smallest home and get the best paying job possible in order to gather as much cash as possible along the way.  Another player just wanted to land on all the baby spaces so their car would be filled with children.  And as for me, well...I just wanted to play the game as quickly as possible so I didn't end up leaving too late.  haha

Well, let's just say that out of those three "goals", the only plan that actually ended up panning out was the cash hoarder who ended up eventually winning! Surprise...that's life, right? We all tend to have similar long term goals. We all want to "win" in the end, right? But, for the most part, what constitutes "winning" is going to look different to everyone. Some people want to do it all and have it all and collect as much cash as possible along the way. To live it up. To experience as much as possible. Other people want to settle down, get married, and have children. Their lives are absorbed in family and relationships and the security of familiarity and home. And then there are people who don't really have any goals and float through life. They're not really in it to win it; they're just trying to make it through and make it to the end so it can be over.

How often does life not pan out the way we planned?  How often do we take one path, and seem to always land on the wrong spaces?  How often do we want to live a certain way and accomplish certain things along the way, and luck of the draw just doesn't seem to be cooperating.  Life seems to refuse to line up with your expectations.

In this weekend's game, the player whose whole goal was to land on as many "kid spaces" as possible...of course, she didn't end up landing on any at all.  The most hilarious part was that I could have cared less about the kids, and somehow I ended up with an entire car full!!  Actually, I ended up with so many children that I ran out of room in my car.  So I sent my only "girl" to go ride in her auntie's childless vehicle.  I got free babysitting out of the deal at least!!  And seriously, my whole goal of getting through the game quickly was totally blown out of the water, too.  The one hour game turned into two, which had to be followed up by a two hour drive home.  Fail.

Life may seem like a game at times, but it's really not.  And to treat it as such simply leads to one disappointment, failure, and unmet expectation after another.  I don't know about you, but I don't like losing.  I don't like making plans and not having them work out.  I don't like picking up the pieces after watching yet another dream get crushed. 

The only real strategy that I've seen pan out is when I've surrendered all of my goals to God, given up control, and put all my efforts into running hard after Him.  He's guaranteed that we will win if we do so.  He's promised that we will win eternal life with Him.
So we make it our goal to please him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it.   
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. 

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Reconstruction



Every morning on my normal route to work for the past several months I've passed a bridge that's been under construction.  The road has been closed practically all summer long.  It seems like it's taking a really long time, and I'm sure it seems like it's taking even longer to the people who had typically used that road in the past.  It would be one thing if the bridge were just being repaired or patched or reinforced, but that's not the case.  The bridge that had been there was completely destroyed and removed all the way down to the ground level, and now this new one is being totally reconstructed starting from the foundation on up.

I remember when the original bridge was demolished. The whole process of tearing it down and destroying it literally only took a day or two. There was a sign announcing that the road was going to be closed, then I saw a crew show up one morning, and then practically the next day the entire bridge was gone. It's amazing to me how quickly it was dismantled in comparison to how long it's taking for it to be reconstructed.

I'm sure that there was a reason that bridge needed to be torn down. Everything eventually wears out. I'm sure the water that runs underneath it had eroded its foundation. I'm sure there was wear and tear from all the traffic that had driven over it. I'm sure the weather and just plain old time passing by caused it to weaken and start to fall apart.

It got me thinking about life, of course. I have a half hour drive to work...there's lots of time for thinking (when I'm not singing along with my music, that is). It got me thinking about how quickly our lives and relationships can be demolished, seemingly overnight sometimes. But the fact of the matter is that it's hardly ever something that "just happens".   It's those little things.  How the pressures of life chip away at our resolve. How negative attitudes can wear us down. How the people we hang out with leave their mark and will weaken our standards if we're not careful to surround ourselves with quality, healthy friendships. How sin eats away at our foundation unless it's addressed and dealt with.

Putting your finger in a cracked dam will only hold back the water for so long.  Putting a band-aid on a gaping wound does nothing.  Repairing potholes and cracks in a bridge will only fix the problem temporarily.

More often than not, it seems like it takes hitting rock bottom for us to acknowledge that we can't "fix" this on our own.  I love that God graciously provides us with a solution for this demolished, messed up life of ours.  I love that while we may be sitting amidst a pile of rubble in our lives, He has the ability to take those shattered ruins and rebuild our lives from the ground up.  He sees through our facade that we've patched up and tried to unsuccessfully repair ourselves.  And I love that we have a God who steps in and offers us a plan for complete and total reconstruction. 
But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions–it is by grace you have been saved. And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God– not by works, so that no one can boast.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

God: My Amazing Daddy

Church history is full of debate over the doctrine of predestination vs. free will, and Mark Driscoll spends a chapter disecting this very topic in Religion Saves: And Nine Other MisconceptionsHe addresses the question of why an all-loving, all-knowing, and all-sovereign God wills into creation people he foreknows will suffer eternal condemnation.  Maybe you're not into theological debates and trying to figure it all out, but I just love how he concludes this chapter with a story from his own life in an effort to take all of the complicated theology and make it more concretely practical.

My personal journey with God regarding the doctrine of predestination has been incredibly insightful to my understanding of God as Father and has deepened my worship of him in response to his predestinating me. So, in an effort to show how the doctrine of predestination is inextricably connected to the fatherhood of God, I want to share with you how I see and savor the doctrine of predestination.
We have been blessed with three boys and two girls.  Our oldest child is Ashley Marisa.  I adore her with all my heart and love seeing her blossom into a beautiful, smart, creative, and godly young woman.  I shudder to remember the day she nearly died when she was roughly two years old.

At that time we lived off a busy street next to the football stadium of the University of Washington. Beyond our front porch there were perhaps twenty feet of property followed by a sidewalk and then four lanes of nearly constant heavy traffic. One day, when we opened the front door to walk to our parked car, Ashley started running toward the street, so we chased her, grabbed her, and carefully explained to her that she was never to run away from us again toward the traffic. She did not fully understand what we were saying; she just thought it was fun that we would chase her. To her, the whole thing was basically a playtime game. For some weeks she stayed near us as we went to put her in the car...until one nearly fateful day.
As we were loading her newborn brother into the car, she turned from my side and ran as fast as she could toward the busy street.  She was exercising her free will and made her own decision for her life.  In panic, I cried out to her, essentially preaching repentance to her, pleading with her to turn around and return to her daddy.  She foolishly did not respond, and I will never forget the smile on her face and the look in her eye as she ran toward the street, thinking we were playing a game and not seeing the death that awaited her.

Ashley ran in front of a vehicle parked on the side of the road. As I sprinted toward her, I looked to my left at the oncoming traffic and saw a large delivery truck rumbling down the road, right in the lane where Ashley was about to step. To make matters even worse, she was so short that the turck driver would never see her if she came out from behind the parked car, and I was certain that my daughter was going to die in front of my eyes. I closed in on her just as she stepped into the lane of the oncoming delivery truck. She was a few steps into the street when I grabbed her by the back of her vest and literally pulled her out of the way of the truck. Everything happened so fast that the truck driver did not have time to hit the horn or the brakes. My daughter's life was spared by just inches.

With one arm, I reached out and overrode the free-will decision of my daughter and saved her. I did this because my love for her is more important than her free will.
Tragically, I have heard a well-known Christian radio show host explain the Reformed view of predestination as God being a rapist rather than a lover because God overrides the free will of some people.  My heart breaks every time I hear that kind of statement, because rapists are not the only people who impose their will on others; sometimes so do loving daddies who want their kids to live. They reach out their hand to ensure they are saved from death.

Being a daddy myself, the predestinating hand of God the Father reaching down to me through Jesus makes me worship him for being such an amazing Dad.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Gospel

David Platt's Radical is one of those wake up call kind of books. Don't read it if you're looking for something to make you "feel good" or "comfortable". Don't read it if you're not willing to take a good long look at your heart. Don't read it if you're content sitting on the fence in lukewarm faith and not putting it into action. I'm about half way through, and it hasn't been easy pulling out the microscope to examine my life.

In order to fully examine one's faith, it doesn't do much good to look at outward actions until you've stripped it down to the basics, inspected where your roots are buried, and tested the foundation it's built on.  Everything we do and say will ultimately flow out of this underlying core. So Platt starts off with the fundamentals. He nails down the foundation of the Christian faith, and I just love how he lays it all out so clearly. I just had to share his telling of the gospel message...

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In the gospel God reveals the depth of our need for him. He shows us that there is absolutely nothing we can do to come to him. We can't manufacture salvation. We can't program it. We can't produce it. We can't even initiate it. God has to open our eyes, set us free, overcome our evil, and appease his wrath. He has to come to us.

Now we are getting to the beauty of the gospel.

As long as you and I understand salvation as checking off a box to get to God, we will find ourselves in the meaningless sea of world religions that actually condemn the human race by exalting our supposed ability to get to God. On the other hand, when you and I realize that we are morally evil, dead in sin, and deserving of God's wrath with no way out on our own, we begin to discover our desperate need for Christ.

Our understanding of who God is and who we are drastically affects our understanding of who Christ is and why we need him. For example, if God is only a loving Father who wants to help his people, then we will see Christ as a mere example of that love. We will view the Cross as just a demonstration of God's love in which he allowed Roman soldiers to crucify his Son so that sinful man would know how much he loves us.

But this picture of Christ and the Cross is woefully inadequate, missing the entire point of the gospel. We are not saved from our sins because Jesus was falsely tried by Jewish and Roman officials and sentenced by Pilate to die. Neither are we saved because Roman persecutors thrust nails into the hands and feet of Christ and hung him on a cross.

Do we really think that the false judgment of men heaped upon Christ would pay the debt for all humankind's sin? Do we really think that a crown of thorns and whips and nails and a wooden cross and all the other facets of the crucifixion that we glamorize are powerful enough to save us?

Listen to his words: "My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me." The "cup" is not a reference to a wooden cross; it is a reference to divine judgment. It is the cup of God's wrath.

This is what Jesus is recoiling from in the garden. All God's holy wrath and hatred toward sin and sinners, stored up since the beginning of the world, is about to be poured out on him, and he is sweating blood at the thought of it.

What happened at the Cross was not primarily about nails being thrust into Jesus' hands and feet but about the wrath due your sin and my sin being thrust upon his soul. In that holy moment, all the righteous wrath and justice of God due us came rushing down like a torrent on Christ himself. Some say, "God looked down and could not bear to see the suffering that the soldiers were inflicting on Jesus, so he turned away." But this is not true. God turned away because he could not bear to see your sin and my sin on his Son.

One preacher described it as if you and I were standing a short hundred yards away from a dam of water ten thousand miles high and ten thousand miles wide. All of a sudden that dam was breached, and a torrential flood of water came crashing toward us. Right before it reached our feet, the ground in front of us opened up and swallowed it all. At the Cross, Christ drank the full cup of the wrath of God, and when he had downed the last drop, he turned the cup over and cried out, "It is finished."

This is the gospel. The just and loving Creator of the universe has looked upon hopelessly sinful people and sent his Son, God in the flesh, to bear his wrath against sin on the cross and to show his power over sin in the Resurrection so that all who trust in him will be reconciled to God forever.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Feeling Small

We watched Louie Giglio's sermon, Indescribable, in church on Sunday, and it's still reverberating around in my head and heart.  Louie showed a lot of breathtaking pictures...the sun, galaxies, and pictures of space that are billions and billions of miles away.  I can't tell you what most of them even were, but I know they were mind-bogglingly massive, and they were astoundingly beautiful.  And they were all made by an extraordinarily creative God. 
By the word of the Lord were the heavens made, their starry host by the breath of his mouth. He gathers the waters of the sea into jars; he puts the deep into storehouses. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere him. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm.
Here's the part that I'm still contemplating though. Did you ever stop and think about how extremely insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things? Our lives are pretty short in comparison to the history of the world. And when you compare the length of life to eternity, we're just a mere blip on the radar. In comparison to the expanse of the universe, we're nothing more than a speck of dust.

When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?

Yet, the same Creator of the universe lovingly made each of us and knows each and every one of us by name.  That same Creator loved each and every one of us enough to send His Son to take our place and die for us so that we could spend an eternity with Him.  He's the same God who has adopted us into His family, and we can know Him intimately as our Daddy. 
You received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, "Abba, Father."
Now to me, that is absolutely awesome!  We are so very small, and yet our great God loves us so amazingly much!!

The Lord is gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and rich in love.
The Lord is good to all;
he has compassion on all he has made.
The Lord is faithful to all his promises
and loving toward all he has made.
The Lord upholds all those who fall
and lifts up all who are bowed down.
The eyes of all look to you,
and you give them their food at the proper time.
You open your hand
and satisfy the desires of every living thing.
The Lord is righteous in all his ways
and loving toward all he has made.
The Lord is near to all who call on him,
to all who call on him in truth.
He fulfills the desires of those who fear him;
he hears their cry and saves them.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Your Love Is Everything

I love how God's gifted people to combine words and melodies to compose songs that touch hearts.  I love how different songs hit me at different times.  I love how there's been so many times when there's nothing quite as soothing as God speaking through music.  There are songs that I've put on repeat and just soaked in their goodness.  This is one of those songs.
Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men, for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things.
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:  Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.”  The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him; it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.  Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love.


When I'm dry and thirsty Lord
And I'm crying out for more
I know I can trust in Your love
In the darkness in the night
When I'm starving for the light
I know I can trust in Your love

You keep no record of my sin
You don't remember all my shame

Your love heals every disease
You love fills every need
Your love is everything to me
Your love is everything

I will not forget
I won't forget Your promises
I will not forget
I won't forget Your love

I will not forget
That nothing is impossible
I will not forget
I won't forget Your love

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Moving Beyond Forgiven

I love books that make me think and hit home all at the same time.  I'm immersed in Rob Bell's Velvet Elvis at the moment, and it's definitely been causing wheels to turn and process.  I know Mr. Bell has been under some major scrutiny recently for some questionable theology in his most recent writings, but I've found some really in depth thoughts and insights from some of his prior books.  So do we throw the baby out with the bathwater?  I think the back cover of this book actually says it fairly well:
We have to test everything.  Test it.  Probe it.  Do that to this book.  Don't swallow it uncritically.  Think about it.  Wrestle with it.  Just because I'm a Christian and I'm trying to articulate a Christian worldview doesn't mean I've got it nailed.  I'm contributing to the discussion.  God has spoken, and the rest is commentary, right?
Anyway, that's a whole other post in and of itself.  Back to my original thought process...

The following is one of the many paragraphs in his book that made me stop and really think:
The point of the cross isn't forgiveness.  Forgiveness leads to something much bigger: restoration.  God isn't just interested in the covering over of our sins; God wants to make us into the people we were originally created to be.  It is not just the removal of what's being held against us; it is God pulling us into the people he originally had in mind when he made us.  This restoration is why Jesus always orients his message around becoming the kind of people who are generous and loving and compassionate.  The goal here isn't simply to not sin.  It is not about what you don't do.  The point is becoming more and more the kind of people God had in mind when we were first created.  It is one thing to be forgiven; it is another thing to become more and more and more and more the person God made you to be.
So many times I think we stop at the forgiveness aspect of the cross.  While His grace and forgiveness through the cross is an essential foundational piece, it's more than that.  If we fully grasp how long and how wide and how high and how deep His love is for us, shouldn't that spur us on to want to be more like Jesus?  And yes, God wants us to turn from sin, but I think the ultimate goal is to have a real, raw, intimate relationship with Him. 

Have you ever noticed that the more time you spend with a person, the more you start to act like that person?  You might start saying phrases they say.  You start to use similar gestures.  Babies do it with parents.  They intently watch and learn.  They mimic facial expressions, and they will repeat phrases that you say.  So often you hear things like, "he is so much like his father", and you hope that it's a good thing.  So as we take a step beyond our first encounter with the cross and start getting to know Jesus more and building our relationship with Him, shouldn't our natural inclinations and actions grow to be more and more like His?  Shouldn't we start to reflect Him?  As we move beyond the moment when we surrender our lives to Jesus and accept His forgiveness, shouldn't we start extending His grace and forgiveness to others?  Shouldn't we start loving others the way that He loves us?

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God.  Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.  Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.  This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him.  This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.  Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.  No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.  We know that we live in him and he in us, because he has given us of his Spirit.  And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world.  If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in him and he in God.  And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.  God is love.  Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.  In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him.