Upward, Outward, Stooping

“Love that goes upward is worship; love that goes outward is affection; love that stoops is grace” (Dr. Donald Barnhouse).

I agree with all this. I also think that when we love others well as God loved us, then that’s worship. When we worship, we are giving God back the very breath He blew into our lungs, so that’s grace. . . I could go on and on.

Really, all three are interchangeable. Worship is not a separate category from serving or giving grace. Affection, or as I prefer to call it, charity (in the old sense of the word) begins in worship that stems from grace and goes outward in service.

At the end of the day, all that matters is how well we have loved like God has loved us.

Being Right Vs. Being Righteous

I think Tim Keller said that you can speak the truth, but present it in such a harsh way that it turns people off. That’s not loving. That’s about ego and wanting to be proven right more than helping others to find the right path. I saw something today that said that no one was ever argued into a change of heart. Let that sink in for a bit.

I’ve been guilty of wanting to win an argument or two back in the day, especially when it comes to theology. But at the end of the day, it really didn’t matter. It’s no good to win an argument over someone about faith if you lose the battle for their soul. Not that we win anyone to Jesus or save anyone, but we can sure be a roadblock or a hindrance to someone coming to faith.

That’s why it’s vital to speak the truth in love. In love. We do need to speak the truth. Otherwise, we’re just enabling bad behavior and allowing lost people to remain lost. But if we speak the truth in an unloving way, it’s just as dangerous because they associate the gospel with judgment rather than love.

Be merciful. St. Isaac the Syrian once said, “Let mercy outweigh all else in you. A hard an unmerciful heart will never be pure.”

Yes, speak the truth. Live your convictions. But always, always remember to be merciful. Be loving. Remember how patient God was toward you while you were still an enemy and far from the truth. Remember how many times people loved you enough to share with you that you were a sinner but that God still loved you.

Above all, be merciful just as your Father in heaven is merciful.

How You’ve Overcome

I love the idea that while our trials and suffering aren’t something we’d wish on anyone, God can use them to help anyone who’s going through the same kind of testing. So often we’re tempted to hide our testimony due to shame or regret, but we forget that those very moments might be what God uses to set someone else free from a similar kind of shame and guilt.

If you think hard enough, you can probably bring to mind at least one person who walked with you through a hard season. It was their experience and wisdom that helped you navigate the tricky terrain of your circumstances. You have been blessed to be a blessing to others, and you have received encouragement so that you can pass it on to those in your life who need it at least as much as you did.

My pastor used to say that grace means that the part of your story that you swore you’d never tell anyone becomes the first part of your testimony. It’s never to highlight your sin but to showcase God’s grace in how He pulled you out and redeemed you from your sin.

God doesn’t waste your pain. Nothing you go through is ever in vain. He works all things — even your worst moments — for your good and His glory. I just love the way God works!

Sneaking Up

As usual, Labor Day weekend snuck up on me. I never remember that it’s an actual holiday until the Friday before. The same goes for Memorial Day. Not in anyway to diminish either of these holidays, but I can be a little thick sometimes.

I am thankful for Labor Day (or should it really be called Labor-Free Day?) and for the extra day off. Even if it’s 145 degrees outside in the shade. And no, I’m not counting down the days until fall starts (15).

Today, the sermon at church was on Luke 10:1-2 where Jesus says that the fields are ready for harvest but the laborers are few. According to multiple studies, 20% of church people do 80% of the work. Most people are content to occupy a space on the pew or the chair and spectate rather than participate.

But God created all of us with unique gifts and passions that bless those within and without the walls of a church gathering. Plus, there’s joy in finding your place of serving and ministry in God’s kingdom. Not all of us are called to preach from a pulpit or lead worship, but we can all worship in our own way, no matter how small it seems to us or to others.

I love my church. I love that I get to sleep in tomorrow, even though it’s a Monday. I love that every day God wakes me up is a gift and I find that I take it for granted less and less as I get older. Too many people I know who are my age or younger have passed away for me ever to think that I’m guaranteed 80 years in this world.

So happy Labor Day! May you enjoy a restful day — and if you’re one of those who don’t get a day off, may you find joy in your labors, knowing that you’re not really working for a human boss or a human organization ultimately, but for God and God alone.

An Excerpt from The Magician’s Nephew

If you want a good read (and you’re okay with reading children’s books), then I suggest The Chronicles of Narnia. It’s best to start with The Magician’s Nephew, a story which tells of the origins of Narnia. I’ve included an excerpt to give you an idea. Also, good books are good books, no matter who the intended target audience is. I’ve learned that much in my life so far:

“Well,” said Aslan, “can you use a spade and a plough and raise food out of the earth?”

“Yes, sir, I could do a bit of that sort of work: being brought up to it, like.”

“Can you rule these creatures kindly and fairly, remembering that they are not slaves like the dumb beasts of the world you were born in, but Talking Beasts and free subjects?”

“I see that, sir,” replied the Cabby. “I’d try to do the square thing by them all.”

“And would you bring up your children and grandchildren to do the same?”

“It’d be up to me to try, sir. I’d do my best: wouldn’t we, Nellie?”

“And you wouldn’t have favorites either among your own children or among the other creatures, or let any hold another under or use it hardly?”

“I never could abide such goings on, sir, and that’s the truth. I’d give ’em what for if I caught ’em at it,” said the Cabby. (All through this conversation his voice was growing slower and richer. More like the country voice he must have had as a boy and less like the sharp, quick voice of a cockney.)

“And if enemies came against the land (for enemies will arise) and there was war, would you be the first in the charge and the last in the retreat?”

“Well, sir,” said the Cabby very slowly, “a chap don’t exactly know till he’s been tried. I dare say I might turn out ever such a soft ’un. Never did no fighting except with my fists. I’d try—that is, I ’ope I’d try—to do my bit.”

“Then,” said Aslan, “you will have done all that a King should do.”

C. S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

Entirely Yours

“To say, ‘I am not my own,’ is to have reached a high point in my spiritual stature. The desire that comes into a disciple is not one of doing anything for Jesus, but of being a perfect delight to Him. The secret is truly being able to say, ‘I am His, and He is accomplishing His work and His purposes through me.’ Be entirely His!” (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest)

Lord, I am not my own. I have been bought with a price. I belong to You. Help me not so much to seek to do things for You but to be available for You at any moment to use as You see fit. Make me a vessel through which to pour Your love. Work Your purposes in me and work through me so that I might be a channel of blessing from You to others. Make me more like You every day. Amen.

Water from the Well

“‘So the three mighty men . . . drew water from the well of Bethlehem . . . and brought it to David. Nevertheless he would not drink it, but poured it out to the Lord.’ (2 Samuel 23:16).

What has been like ‘water from the well of Bethlehem’ to you recently–love, friendship, or maybe some spiritual blessing? Have you taken whatever it may be simply to satisfy yourself? If you are always keeping blessings to yourself and never learning to pour out anything ‘to the Lord,’ other people will never have their vision of God expanded through you” (Oswald Chambers, from My Utmost for His Highest).

How has God blessed you lately? The tendency is to hoard blessings in case there aren’t any more in the future, but that is a miserly way to be. God blesses us so that we can be a blessing to others.

I think there’s a Scripture about sharing all good things with your teacher. If you gain wisdom, it’s good to let your pastor or teacher know. You can take what you learn and pass it on to others. I’ve learned that when you learn something in order to teach it to someone else, what you learn stays with you more than if you just learned it for yourself.

May we be a blessing conduit instead of a blessing reservoir, so that God’s goodness won’t just stop with us but keep flowing through us to those who need it. May we be channels of blessing every day that God gives us breath.

Taking it Back to 1850

I ran across another hymn that I wish we could bring back. I’m a fan of modern worship, but sometimes I think we miss out by eliminating the old hymns completely. This is one that could possibly use a newer arrangement but the words are still powerful:

“Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless,
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me” 1 Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see.
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

3 I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and strength can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

4 I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless,
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes.
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks and earth’s vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me” (Henry Francis Lyte).

Sing with Your Conduct

“Don’t let your life give evidence against your tongue. Sing with your voices… sing also with your conduct” (St. Augustine).

I think it was Brennan Manning who once said that the greatest single cause for atheism in the world are Christians who profess Jesus with their lips, and then walk out the door of worship and deny Him with their lifestyle.

That’s the classic definition of a hypocrite — pretending to be something that you’re not. And the best way to determine a phony is not what comes out of their mouth but how they act, especially when they think no one’s watching.

That’s the reasoning behind Romans 12:1-2. Worship isn’t just singing. Worship is sacrifice.

Anyone can sing songs about God. Anyone can get caught up in the moment and say it’s worship. But then again, you can do the same thing at a secular concert or at a football game.

True worship isn’t an event but a lifestyle. It doesn’t start at 9:30 on Sunday morning but from the moment you wake up until you lay your head on the pillow at night.

Yes, sing to the Lord. Sing loudly — even if you sound like a dying moose. But also sing with your actions as well as your words. Sing with your work ethic. Sing with your compassion to those in need around you. Sing with how well you love your spouse and your family. Sing with your life.

The Joy of Jesus

“The joy of Jesus was His absolute self-surrender and self-sacrifice to His Father–the joy of doing that which the Father sent Him to do. Jesus prayed that our joy might continue fulfilling itself until it becomes the same joy as His. Have I allowed Jesus Christ to introduce His joy to me?” (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest).

Lord, I pray that that same joy of Jesus will be our joy. I pray that we will live every moment in self-surrender and self-sacrifice, longing only to do Your will. Lord, slay in us any desires that aren’t of You and help us to love what You love so that we might pray in Your name and in accord with Your will.

Jesus, You didn’t see Your lofty position as something to be held onto tightly, but You emptied Yourself and took the form of a slave. You were obedient in every waking moment all the way up to Golgatha and laid down Your life for us so that we might be set free and live. May Your example be ours as well. Amen.