Friday, February 15, 2013
These works of men were designed to bring to bear the presence of heaven on earth, but in many of them a true heavenly presence is found lacking as those within fail to realize we each carry God's Kingdom with us when we embrace our Lord and Savior and his Holy Spirit indwells each of us. Many of those who make such proclamations have not fully embraced the calling to "be holy as I am holy". Few are truly willing to follow their Savior into the mire of sin-laden humanity, willing to expose themselves to the desperation of searching and yearning hearts starving for significance, worth, and purpose. Fading from their remembrance is the fact that they too, were once embroiled, helpless, and set on a path of aimless destruction.
Comfortable in our modern-day sanctuaries, many are content to witness God's working through the hands and feet of others. Some are moved to the necessary act of sowing funds into those works, but Jesus' words were never a calling to permit acts of financial support to substitute for the laying down of one's own life for others. We are each of us called to these words by our Savior and Master:
"Then, calling the crowd to join his disciples, he said, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross, and follow me. If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it."
Mark 8:34-35 NLT
And what does this "taking up your cross" look like? Is it being burdened down and weighted with additional holy commands and platitudes? Is it continual self-chastisement and a down-trodden demeanor? Are these the paradoxical expectations of the author of a book that is permeated with exhortations to walk in joy and love - a book where many are commanded to "fear not" and to "be glad"?
"This is how we’ve come to understand and experience love: Christ sacrificed his life for us. This is why we ought to live sacrificially for our fellow believers, and not just be out for ourselves. If you see some brother or sister in need and have the means to do something about it but turn a cold shoulder and do nothing, what happens to God’s love? It disappears. And you made it disappear."
1 John 3:16-17 MSG
Without God's love we are empty, our actions are empty. We become hollow - we become the cathedral's shell. We are each fearfully and wonderfully made, but without the substantive indwelling of God's love in our hearts and the resultant actions it produces (faith without works is dead) we are the embodiment of sanctuaries built to house the holy but echoing its vacant emptiness. We become nothing more than tombs, pleasant to behold on the outward yet decaying from within from a lack of holy substance. Jesus encountered many in this same state as he walked this plane. His description of them? "Whitewashed sepulchres" (Matthew 23:27).
"But that was addressed to bigoted self-righteous religious leaders". No, it was addressed to men who, like many of us, had all of the pedigree of a spiritual upbringing, circulated well in many social circles, and very many of them had the spiritual well-being of their culture impressed upon them. Yet, they failed to notice the lowly, the hurting, those ground under the wheels of society, those barred from their circle by either economic, social, or racial walls. They failed to give second glance to "the least of these", convinced that there were others who would care for them, there were institutions and ministries who would tend their needs.
How many sit in our modern sanctuaries in a similar state - content to display the outward but unwilling to transform the internal. Unwilling to engage "the least of these" among us within our church, beyond its walls to our homes and work, beyond our borders to the world? There is sterility in rote obedience in putting funds in an offering plate or teaching Sunday school, but God never did want or need our sacrifices or our money. He desires that we support our churches and vital ministries but more than this, he desires our hearts that we should put footsteps to knowledge and hands to convictions as we take up our crosses and follow.
In this, the church is filled with love's holy purpose and empowered to transform the world around it. Oppression is lifted from those under demonic weight and and worth is instilled such that we begin to see the value in each other and ourselves that the Creator has placed within. Walking out this "love one for another", each of us transitions from the hollow to the holy.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I am weary. I am weary of this season, this winter, this continuance. But this is simply the external response to a deeper weariness. There is a winter upon my mind and heart that brings weight to the soul. I do not suffer the anxieties of Seasonal Affective Disorder as I spend a great part of each of my days traversing between buildings and experiencing the outdoors of my work. Nor would I label this "depression" as I daily find new joys in my bride, my children, and my Father. Rather, I find my personal weariness extends from a heightening frustration endured in finding the balance of laying down one's life and picking up our cross as instructed by our Savior and simultaneously finding such actions brings one into the arena of actively engaging in a war against hellish forces for others' well-being, lives, and even souls while others pass by with indifference. Too often such is the fate of the wounded, the fatherless, the downtrodden.
I am currently aware of two young men being ravaged by the enemy of our souls, attacked in every manner; in their sense of self-worth, moral compasses and in the directional pull of others. With one attempting to end their life only weeks ago, I desire to mentor these young men, to speak words of life and truth into their lives and yet I am one piece of the puzzle, limited in the effort and frustrated at the lack of supportive groundswell around both of them - a groundswell of love, affirmation, valuation, and movement towards them and their families by the redeemed as these families are in the fight of their lives for these young mens' very lives and eternal futures.
At home, a six year old girl is far too wise for her years and very astute, despite often play-acting the child. She is beginning to reconcile a conclusive reality that her birth mother may have parental rights permanently terminated in a matter of weeks. This child's heart is torn between fears of varying natures; a fear of returning to a home which has previously known violence, a fear of being permanently removed from that home and losing birth parents, a fear of losing relationship and contact with beloved siblings, even a fear of retaliatory harm towards us. The resultant internalization of emotions as she seeks to protect everyone displays itself in tantrums, bathroom accidents, and misbehaviors of varying types and severity. Her four-year old brother often follows suit, having less emotional attatchment to his birth parents and suffering greater loss in the severing of relationship with previous foster parents as the upheaval in his life often comes to a head in frequent disobedience, lying, and other misbehaviors. Firm words and discipline are paired with love and affirmation resulting in a chaotic storm of tears as small ones seek to find their identity while always bracing themselves for anticipated blows of emotional and physical abandonment.
Weary. This posting is not an endeavor to impart wisdom or mirth but rather a snapshot of winter winds howling through a storm in process. Some will say "where is your God in these times, these storms of your life?" As always, He is my ever-present comfort and source, never failing me or faltering as he leads me. Never was a path around the difficulties promised but a companionship through them was covenanted. And this is but a season.
A truth even those living in the most desolate of regions on this sphere comprehend is simply this: change comes through the seasons. We have seasons in our marriages, seasons in our families, even seasons in our faith. Our lives are the culminations of seasons; snapshots of beauty, pain, triumph and even defeat but ulitmately when we lay our lives down in service to our Lord, and the snapshots are taken for His glory, then the portfolio takes on meaning and we inexplicably find we have something of worth within us where we previously doubted ourselves, doubted others, and even doubted Him.
The winds are still blowing cold, both outside and inwardly, but I know that warm breezes kissed with gentle fragrances are gathering on the horrizon of the near future. I also know the inward exhortation to "Weary not in doing good" is daily moving me, not only towards a brighter future, but towards a return on the effort that is beyond my limited scope of reasoning to reconcile as hearts and minds of this sphere are transformed eternally for Him.
"To everything there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven"
Ecclesiates 3:1 AMP
"And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up."
Galatians 6:9 ESV