Comparison Is the Thief of Joy

I heard a great sermon today from John 21:20-23. In the text, Jesus has finished telling Peter how he will glorify God by dying as a martyr. Peter then proceeds to do what he does best– namely, put his big foot in his bigger mouth– by asking Jesus, “Well, what about John?”

The gist is that Jesus tells Peter not to worry about John. He says, “You follow me.”

I wonder how many special moments in my own life have been ruined by me comparing them to other people’s experiences. I probably spend way too much time focused on how others think of me or how they seem to have more than me or how my spirituality compares to theirs.

I think Theodore Roosevelt is the one that said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.”

You can ruin a good moment by comparing it to a seemingly better one. You can mess up a compliment from a friend by comparing it to the compliment he or she gave to someone else.

I think the words of Jesus ring just as true for me as for Peter. I need to be so consumed in following Jesus that I don’t have time to compare my walk, my body, my mind, or anything else with anybody else.

Easier said than done. Every ad from every kind of media source feeds off of of a deep-seated competitive nature of ours and wants buy any number of things to keep up with the Joneses or whoever else we may be comparing ourselves with.

I think for me the only kind of healthy comparison is with myself. Can I be more like Jesus today than I was yesterday? Can I be more patient and understanding than I was last week? Can I love my neighbor as myself better than I did last month?

Once you and I fully realize that the approval we seek can’t be earned from others but only given by God, then the downward pull of comparison has no more power over us. God’s approval comes to those made in His image who have placed all their hopes and trust and faith in Jesus.

Contentment, not comparison, is what brings true joy.

Main Street Festival Report

I took in the annual Main Street Festival in Historic Downtown Franklin. And I walked. And walked. And walked. And walked.

I parked at The Factory and walked the rest of the way. I walked all the way from one end of the Festival to the other at least two or three times.

I believe I ended up with very close to 20,000 steps. I think a couple laps around the house may get me there. Or maybe a few trips to and from the bathroom.

Apparently, a good time was had by all.

I saw lots of people milling about and taking it all in. There were booths with crafts and food and all sorts of fun stuff.  There were families and couples, young and old, adults and kids, and lots and lots of dogs. Dogs everywhere. I had to restrain myself from attempting to pet all the dogs.

I myself had some iced fruit tea, a redneck burrito from Puckett’s (and which I highly recommend if you like barbecue), and a rather obscenely large chocolate chip cookie (heated, of course).

I bought some local honey from Early’s Honey Stand located in that quaint little building just as you enter downtown Franklin.

Aside from the fact that people, especially the ones in front of me, do tend to walk at a snail’s pace, it was a good day. Then again, I do tend to be a fast walker, so there’s that.

There was a Journey tribute band called Faithfully that I caught snippets of. The lead singer tried valiantly, but was no Steve Perry. Some of the high notes were painfully off. Maybe he was having an off day vocally. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt this time.

All in all, I’d classify this as a good day.

 

 

Just Stay Calm Part II

I have an update. I still have my Jeep. It’s still not fixed yet and technically, it may be considered a junker, but it’s still mine.

To me, value was more than monetary anyway. Memories outweigh monetary value any day of the week. And there are lots of memories associated with that red car.

Thanks for all the support and prayers. It still seems silly to get sentimental over a vehicle and to ask for prayers for it, but I do believe the same God who knows the number of hairs on our heads wants us to bring Him every little thing.

So my Red Sled Adventures will continue.

 

 

Just Stay Calm

I just found out today that my car has been deemed a total loss.

I was in a fender bender last Wednesday on my way to work, and apparently the damages exceeded they value they assessed to my car. That doesn’t take much when you drive a vintage vehicle.

But to me that red Jeep is worth more than a numerical value based on age and wear. I’ve been through a lot of life in that 1997 Jeep Cherokee.

I’m not ready to let go just yet.

So I’m praying.

I don’t know if it’s theologically correct to pray about things like cars, but I’m praying. I believe that God says to come boldly to the throne of grace in time of need. Not just for what you and I consider the major events and the important stuff.

I think it means to come all the time. To pray without ceasing until praying is as natural and automatic as breathing. To bring my need to the God who cares for the lowliest of sparrows.

I can’t imagine how this scenario with my car will play out favorably, but I will bring my request before the Father in heaven and let Him do the fighting.

I’m more than a little stressed at the moment. It’s my default setting, and try as I might to pray verses and claim God’s promises that perfect love casts out fear, I’m still worried sick.

I’m taking my mustard seed-sized faith and trusting that God will do not what I want but what’s best. In the end, I always find that God’s best is what I would have wanted from the start had I been wise enough to look from a broader perspective. God’s best easily surpasses the wildest and biggest imaginings of my heart.

Now I will wait and see and trust and hope.

 

A Tuesday Prayer

” I haven’t stopped thanking Him for you. I am continually speaking to Him on your behalf in my prayers. Here’s what I say:

God of our Lord Jesus the Anointed, Father of Glory: I call out to You on behalf of Your people. Give them minds ready to receive wisdom and revelation so they will truly know You. Open the eyes of their hearts, and let the light of Your truth flood in. Shine Your light on the hope You are calling them to embrace. Reveal to them the glorious riches You are preparing as their inheritance. Let them see the full extent of Your power that is at work in those of us who believe, and may it be done according to Your might and power.

Friends, it is this same might and resurrection power that He used in the Anointed One to raise Him from the dead and to position Him at His right hand in heaven. There is nothing over Him. He’s above all rule, authority, power, and dominion; over every name invoked, over every title bestowed in this age and the next. God has placed all things beneath His feet and anointed Him as the head over all things for His church. This church is His body, the fullness of the One who fills all in all” (Ephesians 1:16-23, The Voice).

May you know just as surely as the sun rises in the East that through the power of the cross and the resurrection that you are no longer misfits and nobodies but God’s masterpiece and His inheritance.

May you receive in Christ all that God has for you and know to the depths of your souls this power that raised Jesus from the dead and that now dwells in you through the Holy Spirit.

May you know that God’s approval is already yours in Christ and that the victory is already won.

Amen.

Be At Rest

“God is at work. He does not slumber.
Christ intercedes. He does not fail.
The Spirit comforts. He does not forsake.
Be at rest. Be at peace.
Your name at the end of the day is Beloved” (Ann Voskamp).

You and I can be at rest and have peace, even on those Mondays when our devices aren’t working, when our circumstances don’t cooperate with our plans, and when fear and anxiety seem to have the upper hand in our thoughts.

We can rest because we know that our identity is not what we do but who we are. Or whose we are.

All the diplomas and titles and honors and rewards in the world count for nothing apart from Christ, and nothing is lost if you lose everything and still have Jesus.

That is peace. That is rest.

 

Good Borrowed Words on a Rainy Sunday

“It should be plain .  . . that the One we preach is not Christ-in-a-vacuum, nor a mystical Christ unrelated to the real world, nor even only the Jesus of ancient history, but rather the contemporary Christ who once lived and died, and now lives to meet human need in all its variety today. To encounter Christ is to touch reality and experience transcendence. He gives us a sense of self-worth or personal significance, because he assures us of God’s love for us. He sets us free from guilt because he died for us, from the prison of our own self-centredness by the power of his resurrection, and from paralysing fear because he reigns, all the principalities and powers of evil having been put under his feet. He gives meaning to marriage and home, work and leisure, personhood and citizenship. He introduces us into his new community, the new humanity he is creating. He challenges us to go out into some segment of the world which does not acknowledge him, there to give ourselves in witness and service for him. He promises us that history is neither meaningless nor endless, for one day he will return to terminate it, to destroy death and to usher in the new universe of righteousness and peace” (John Stott, Between Two Worlds).

This is the Christ who once said, “If you don’t take up your cross and follow me, you cannot be my disciples,” because He knew that it’s better to save your own soul and lose everything else than to gain the whole world and lose your soul in the process.

It’s a good reminder for me on a rainy Sunday in April when hope for many can seem like its a million miles away.  Hope has come and has never left. He’s still here.

 

Another Serving Saturday

I have a feeling I’m going to be sore in the morning. But it was worth it.

I took part in Engage Middle Tennessee, a serving Saturday for all the regional campuses of Brentwood Baptist Church.

I chose to help out with Monroe Harding. I found out this morning that we’d be moving dirt that got dumped into their driveway.

I pictured the kind of soil that you put around flower beds and thought, “This won’t be too bad. I might actually break a little sweat.”

Little did I know that the dirt in question was to fill in an old swimming pool. This dirt consisted of more rocks than dirt.

I think I broke more than a little sweat. I can’t remember the last time I did so much manual labor.

Depending on how soon the ibuprofen I took kicks in, I might be feeling achy and old in the morning. But I can say without question that it was worth it.

The family we served has adopted three children and fosters several more. They probably expend more energy on a daily basis than I did today. They probably have more than a few mornings where they wake up sore and achy. But I’m sure they’d do all of it over again for the sake of these kids. I believe God’s heart is for orphans and widows, so I know God is blessing what they’re doing.

I remembered the verse where Jesus said that if we had faith, we could move mountains. Maybe I’m not being exegetically correct or theologically sound, but I wonder if those mountains don’t sometimes get moved one shovel-full at a time, one wheelbarrow-load at a time. Maybe it’s the faith of several people united in purpose and belief that moves mountains and changes the world.

 

4 Years Ago Today

My Timehop app reminded me that today’s a very important day. Not so much in the sense of a grand historical event or the birthday of someone famous.

No, on this day 4 years ago, The Church at Avenue South had its very first non-official worship service on Easter Sunday.

We had rows of the white plastic folding chairs set up in the area that is now home to the preschool and children’s ministry. I can’t remember now how many people turned up, but it was way more than anyone had expected.

We didn’t officially launch until that September, but even way back in April, we knew that all the prayers and dreams of a lot of people were becoming reality.

I suppose you don’t realize how fast the time goes by until you get a memory like that like cold water to the face. But this was a very good memory.

I still remember that after the service, the pastor invited us to take markers and write on the floor and the walls to commemorate the day. Most people wrote meaningful Bible verses or lyrics from hymns.

It’s neat to think that now when we have a worship service, we’re literally standing on the Word of God. It’s a memory that I’d let slip into the recesses of my mind that just came back.

I’m thankful for Aaron Bryant, Matthew Page, and the leadership team for making Ave South a church that I’m proud to call home. I’m aware that there are no perfect people or perfect churches, but I think we as a whole get it right a lot more than we get it wrong.

And God shows up every Sunday, without fail.

I can’t wait to see what the next four years will bring. God willing, I will get to be a small part of it.