Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Epitaph
"Crazy Love" by Francis Chan has worked me over.
I could write for hours and describe my reactions to his many valuable concepts, insights, and scriptural nuggets, but will be very brief with this one reaction. I don't want it to become lost in verbal clutter.
If I die today, by what works (or lack of works) will I be judged?
O great and mighty God, whose name is the Lord of hosts ... rewarding each one according to his ways and according to the fruit of his deeds. (Jer. 23:18-19 ESV).
Matters of the heart are crucial. But it doesn't stop there.
It is by my WORKS that men shall know me.
God, forgive me for my dependence upon comfort.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Book of the Week :-(
In an earlier post, I think I mentioned that my goal for 2010 is to read one book per week...a total of 52 books for the year. I'm not being picky about the genre...just whatever I'm into at the moment. It can be motivational, inspirational, fiction, way-out-there, or whatever.
The Bible is an everyday, all the time, non-negotiable.
Today is the 4th Saturday of the year. I haven't finished my first book yet.
But I'm working on it....Crazy Love by Francis Chan. It's been around a while, but I'm playing catch-up on a lot of life right now.
It keeps me up at night. If you haven't read it, you need to.
The Bible is an everyday, all the time, non-negotiable.
Today is the 4th Saturday of the year. I haven't finished my first book yet.
But I'm working on it....Crazy Love by Francis Chan. It's been around a while, but I'm playing catch-up on a lot of life right now.
It keeps me up at night. If you haven't read it, you need to.
Friday, January 1, 2010
I Will...
On the very cold morning of January 12, 2007, a man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and, without stopping, continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tugged him along, in such a hurry, but the kid kept stopping to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child began to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew that the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the entire world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats averaged $100 each.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception and priorities of people.
They wondered if humanity intricately perceives beauty or if it is something dictated to them by peers and media. They wondered if calendars and clocks were more important to thousands of people than what has been defined as some of the best music in the world. They wondered if people are so caught up in their own preoccupations, their problems and pursuits that they don’t even know when they step into the sphere of the uncommon.
Gene Weingarten of the Washington Post initiated the experiment and the article describing the event won him a Pulitzer Prize. But even more impacting than the Pulitzer Prize, is the question that is still resonating from the whole ordeal. Weingarten asks us all: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
We read in the Gospels about others who missed some very important moments.
- · A priest and a rabbi missed a wounded man on the side of the road who was dying. A Samaritan—viewed as second class—was the only one who noticed.
- · An innkeeper missed the moment in Bethlehem when he turned away an exhausted man and a woman in labor on a donkey.
- · A rich, young ruler came close – SO very close – to recognizing the magnitude of the dusty Rabbi. But in the end, his money proved too enticing…and he gave up earthly fulfillment and eternal riches to hang on to what was familiar to him.
- · The Pharisees and Saducees studied about Him day and night. They prayed, they expounded, they represented Him 24/7…and when He walked into their temple, they had no clue who He was.
I’ve missed some moments in my life. Some I know about, but I wonder how many I will never know about?
How many angels have I entertained, unaware of who they were?
How many needs have I not seen, nor heard, because I was in such a hurry?
How many times have I bypassed the widows and fatherless--what the Bible declares as pure religion—simply because I had a deadline to meet, or a plane to catch, or a list to check off?
The lesson of Joshua Bell and the violin in the subway station has gripped me.
That’s why 2010 will be different for me.
In 2010, I WILL ---- listen.
In 2010, I WILL ---- follow.
In 2010, I WILL ---- go.
In 2010, I WILL ---- stop.
In 2010, I WILL ---- respond.
In 2010, I WILL ---- give.
In 2010, I WILL ---- rescue.
In 2010, I WILL ---- work.
In 2010, I WILL ---- recognize.
In 2010, I WILL ---- act.
In 2010, I WILL ---- allow.
In 2010, I WILL ---- speak.
In 2010, I WILL ---- be still.
In 2010, I WILL ---- love.
In 2010, I WILL ----
Monday, December 28, 2009
Reading in 2010
So many books, so little time!
I'm compiling my 2010 Reading List. I usually do this at the beginning of the year in some form or another...but I'm usually not quite as intentional about it as I am being this year. I tend to stack books "to be read." The larger the stack of unread books, the better I feel, because I know they are there waiting for me at any given moment.
When I get the time.
The trouble is, there is so little time.
And when you stack my spare time next to my stack of unread books, it appears the stack of unread books has already far surpassed the stack of spare time I will have in my life ever again. Hence, the intentionality. My goal for 2010 is to read one book a week. Because, as my friend Scott Jones tweeted yesterday, "Men can live w/out air a few minutes, w/out water for 2 weeks, w/out food for 2 months - and w/out a new thought for years on end." -K Ruth (LOVED that!)
However...(and herein lies the catch!)...in my determination and intentionality to consume at least 52 books in 2010, I am more focused than ever before on consuming the Word. It would be interesting as well as scary and horrifying to know how many well-meaning people with an intense hunger to know God were led off the path into the the side roads of humanism, self-adulation, and dependence on abilities and marketing instead of the Spirit, all because of what they fed their mind on a daily basis.
Every book must be processed through the filter of the Word.
Every innovative idea must be processed through the filter of the Word.
Every emphatic re-discovered "truth" must be processed through the filter of the Word.
Otherwise, our souls will soon become a product of of our culture, and the eternal will be swallowed up in the slick, and our lives will become worthless, empty, clanging bells. But there is no way to process all the new books and ideas through the filter of the Word if we don't KNOW the Word. If it isn't hidden in our hearts. If we don't read it over and over and over again to allow the layers of revelation it contains to overwhelm us fresh and new every morning.
I don't agree a lot of Eugene Peterson's doctrinal positions. But there are a few things he is so right on about until it makes me want to hug him. And he can express it so much more succinctly than I. So, I'll just let him sum up my little out-with-the-old, in-with-the-new-year thoughts I am having this crisp, cold morning.
He says, "The blunt reality is that for all our sophistication, learning, and self-study we don't know enough to run our lives. The sorry state of the lives of the many who have taken their own experience as the text for their lives is a damning refutation of the pretensions of the sovereignty of the self. We require a text that reveals what we cannot know by simply pooling the acquired knowledge of the ages. The book, the Bible, reveals the self-revealing God and along with that the way the world is, the way life is, the way we are. We need to know the lay of the land that we are living in.
...Without this text, [the Bible], firmly established at the authoritative center of our communal and personal lives, we will founder. We will sink into a swamp of well-meaning but ineffectual men and women who are mired unmercifully in our needs and wants and feelings."
Exactly right, Rev. Mr. Peterson. I couldn't have said it better myself!
I'm compiling my 2010 Reading List. I usually do this at the beginning of the year in some form or another...but I'm usually not quite as intentional about it as I am being this year. I tend to stack books "to be read." The larger the stack of unread books, the better I feel, because I know they are there waiting for me at any given moment.
When I get the time.
The trouble is, there is so little time.
And when you stack my spare time next to my stack of unread books, it appears the stack of unread books has already far surpassed the stack of spare time I will have in my life ever again. Hence, the intentionality. My goal for 2010 is to read one book a week. Because, as my friend Scott Jones tweeted yesterday, "Men can live w/out air a few minutes, w/out water for 2 weeks, w/out food for 2 months - and w/out a new thought for years on end." -K Ruth (LOVED that!)
However...(and herein lies the catch!)...in my determination and intentionality to consume at least 52 books in 2010, I am more focused than ever before on consuming the Word. It would be interesting as well as scary and horrifying to know how many well-meaning people with an intense hunger to know God were led off the path into the the side roads of humanism, self-adulation, and dependence on abilities and marketing instead of the Spirit, all because of what they fed their mind on a daily basis.
Every book must be processed through the filter of the Word.
Every innovative idea must be processed through the filter of the Word.
Every emphatic re-discovered "truth" must be processed through the filter of the Word.
Otherwise, our souls will soon become a product of of our culture, and the eternal will be swallowed up in the slick, and our lives will become worthless, empty, clanging bells. But there is no way to process all the new books and ideas through the filter of the Word if we don't KNOW the Word. If it isn't hidden in our hearts. If we don't read it over and over and over again to allow the layers of revelation it contains to overwhelm us fresh and new every morning.
I don't agree a lot of Eugene Peterson's doctrinal positions. But there are a few things he is so right on about until it makes me want to hug him. And he can express it so much more succinctly than I. So, I'll just let him sum up my little out-with-the-old, in-with-the-new-year thoughts I am having this crisp, cold morning.
He says, "The blunt reality is that for all our sophistication, learning, and self-study we don't know enough to run our lives. The sorry state of the lives of the many who have taken their own experience as the text for their lives is a damning refutation of the pretensions of the sovereignty of the self. We require a text that reveals what we cannot know by simply pooling the acquired knowledge of the ages. The book, the Bible, reveals the self-revealing God and along with that the way the world is, the way life is, the way we are. We need to know the lay of the land that we are living in.
...Without this text, [the Bible], firmly established at the authoritative center of our communal and personal lives, we will founder. We will sink into a swamp of well-meaning but ineffectual men and women who are mired unmercifully in our needs and wants and feelings."
Exactly right, Rev. Mr. Peterson. I couldn't have said it better myself!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tis the Season
Christmas cheer. Parties. Happiness flying, penetrating every crack. Laughter. Food (so much food!). Tears (because death comes even at Christmas). Exhaustion. Presents. Hurry. Cookies. Love. Thanksgiving. Joy. Singing--off-key, on-key, doesn't-matter-what-key.
Vision. A little bit of anxiety that death will come too quickly and the to-do list will not be finished. Dreams. Calendars. Clocks. Yes, I will be happy to. No, I'm sorry, I can't. I would love to, but. Focus. This next year, I will (fill-in-the-blank).
Then, out of it all, a nugget emerges. One of those moments that catches your soul off-guard and brings tears of clarity raining down your face.
You may just say, "What? What's the big deal about that? The Shock lady is a little bit too dramatic for me."
That's okay.
Because, then again, maybe you WON'T say that. Maybe it will explode in your heart, too.
Read it and watch the whole 5 minutes of the video: http://bit.ly/7oQ921
Vision. A little bit of anxiety that death will come too quickly and the to-do list will not be finished. Dreams. Calendars. Clocks. Yes, I will be happy to. No, I'm sorry, I can't. I would love to, but. Focus. This next year, I will (fill-in-the-blank).
Then, out of it all, a nugget emerges. One of those moments that catches your soul off-guard and brings tears of clarity raining down your face.
You may just say, "What? What's the big deal about that? The Shock lady is a little bit too dramatic for me."
That's okay.
Because, then again, maybe you WON'T say that. Maybe it will explode in your heart, too.
Read it and watch the whole 5 minutes of the video: http://bit.ly/7oQ921
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Mr. Willie
So, it's the perfect Saturday afternoon and I'm standing at the kitchen counter mixing up a batch of Breakfast Cookies that are to die for. It's freezing cold outside, the fire is blazing in the fireplace, and Nat King Cole is crooning to me about "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire." The dogs are sleeping on the rug under the kitchen table, Bradyn is on the couch exploring Facebook, Terry is at the office, and Kendra has gone to the grocery store for some essential baking ingredients that are nowhere to be found in the pantry.
I'm happy. Content. Thankful. Full of dreams and plans for 2010, but satisfied for now just to be baking cookies on this wonderful Saturday afternoon. Until Kendra walked back through the door.
She dumped the groceries on the table and turned to me teary-eyed. "Mom? Do you remember Mr. Willie? The homeless man I connected to a few years ago when we were feeding them in the park every Saturday morning? Remember Mom? Brother Tim baptized him. He and I just had a connection, ya know?"
I did remember. She would frequently come home from those Saturday mornings talking about Mr. Willie. Talking about how there was just something about him that was different. She really cared about him. The youth group has since stopped their Saturday morning homeless ministry and she had lost contact with Mr. Willie.
"Mom, I was coming out of the grocery store and when I turned the corner, Mr. Willie was coming across the parking lot pushing a buggy and tears were POURING down his face. I saw him and just went straight to him and hugged him and said, 'Mr. Willie, what's wrong?' Mom, when he saw me, he just lifted his hands and said, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you!' I asked him again what was wrong and he just said, 'It's gonna be all right now. The Lord has let me see you and has reminded me that He loves me. I've seen you and I know it's gonna be all right!' Mom, he wouldn't tell me what was wrong, he just kept saying that seeing me had let him know the Lord loved him and it was going to be all right. I asked him if he needed anything and he said the Lord was going to provide it. I had $5 in my pocket and made him take it. I told him he had to come to church Sunday and he said that he would be there because the Lord had sent me to let him know it was all right. He went into the store crying happy tears instead of sad tears and I went on to my car. Oh MOM!"
Dear God in heaven. Thank you for reminding me one more time that "to whom much has been given, much will be required." Thank you for reminding me again that Mr. Willie needs my touch this Christmas. My presence. My cookies and tears. All Mr. Willie needs is to see a caring face that reminded him of You to let him know that You still care. Oh Lord, please help me to stay sensitive this Christmas season. And to give freely of my hugs and my cookies and my prayers.
Help me to love the Mr. Willies that cross my path.
And Lord, help me to not be so busy and so focused on my list that I miss them.
I'm happy. Content. Thankful. Full of dreams and plans for 2010, but satisfied for now just to be baking cookies on this wonderful Saturday afternoon. Until Kendra walked back through the door.
She dumped the groceries on the table and turned to me teary-eyed. "Mom? Do you remember Mr. Willie? The homeless man I connected to a few years ago when we were feeding them in the park every Saturday morning? Remember Mom? Brother Tim baptized him. He and I just had a connection, ya know?"
I did remember. She would frequently come home from those Saturday mornings talking about Mr. Willie. Talking about how there was just something about him that was different. She really cared about him. The youth group has since stopped their Saturday morning homeless ministry and she had lost contact with Mr. Willie.
"Mom, I was coming out of the grocery store and when I turned the corner, Mr. Willie was coming across the parking lot pushing a buggy and tears were POURING down his face. I saw him and just went straight to him and hugged him and said, 'Mr. Willie, what's wrong?' Mom, when he saw me, he just lifted his hands and said, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you!' I asked him again what was wrong and he just said, 'It's gonna be all right now. The Lord has let me see you and has reminded me that He loves me. I've seen you and I know it's gonna be all right!' Mom, he wouldn't tell me what was wrong, he just kept saying that seeing me had let him know the Lord loved him and it was going to be all right. I asked him if he needed anything and he said the Lord was going to provide it. I had $5 in my pocket and made him take it. I told him he had to come to church Sunday and he said that he would be there because the Lord had sent me to let him know it was all right. He went into the store crying happy tears instead of sad tears and I went on to my car. Oh MOM!"
Dear God in heaven. Thank you for reminding me one more time that "to whom much has been given, much will be required." Thank you for reminding me again that Mr. Willie needs my touch this Christmas. My presence. My cookies and tears. All Mr. Willie needs is to see a caring face that reminded him of You to let him know that You still care. Oh Lord, please help me to stay sensitive this Christmas season. And to give freely of my hugs and my cookies and my prayers.
Help me to love the Mr. Willies that cross my path.
And Lord, help me to not be so busy and so focused on my list that I miss them.
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