December 27, or Christmas III: Revenge of the Mistletoe

I have absolutely no idea why I came up with this title. It just felt good in a whimsical kind of way. And it will probably have nothing at all to do with the rest of the blog.

Today ends my Christmas vacation, or stay-cation, since I didn’t exactly go anywhere during my time off. It was also yet another memorable Christmas for me and once again, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that Christmas Day has already come and gone.

The older I get, the more keenly aware I am of family and friends. The more I see how precious they are to me. The more I am aware of just how much God has blessed and encouraged and challenged and changed me through all of them.

I also see that while I take for granted that all my family and all my friends will always be there, I also know they won’t. This Christmas reminded me of how fragile this life is and how we must handle it with care. Life is much too valuable to be wasted on grudges and petty things and unforgiveness. The pain spent making a wrong right or mending a broken friendship or simply saying, “I’m sorry, I was wrong forgive me,” is much less than the pain of regret over words not spoken and forgiveness withheld.

I see that the most valuable things in life are too precious to hold on to with closed fists. I must hold them with open hands, always ready to let them go. Really, nothing in this life belongs to me, anyway. I’m just taking care of it. My job is  to make sure that everything and everyone in my life leaves me better off than when I received them.

My job is to make sure that in the time you know me and spend with me, I let you go looking more like Jesus than before I met you. That you run the race with more assurance and fight the good faith with more confidence and trust God more radically.

That’s where I am headed in 2012. Less of me and more of Jesus. Less of my own plans and more of surrender to whatever He wants. Less anxiety and craving and striving and more resting and trusting and believing the promises.

Most of all, I want to remain a Ragamuffin whose mantra is still “My Abba is very fond of me (and you)!”

 

Christmas Is Over?

I can remember on December 26 that I always had a sort of letdown feeling. It didn’t matter that I got everything on my wish list or that I saw all my family happy and together. I still couldn’t help but feeling a bit depressed on the day after.

If Christmas is just a day, then that’s a natural feeling. If we spend so much time and energy in anticipation for one day of presents and food, then there’s no way the actual day can live up to all the hype. Especially these days when there is more and more pressure to buy the perfect gift and to go into debt to do so.

But if Christmas is a frame of mind, then we know that the best gift has already been given. There’s no need to try and compete with the perfect first gift of Christmas, wrapped by a teenage peasant in swaddling clothes and laid in a feeding trough. This gift isn’t for just one day a year, but for all 365 days a year.

If Christmas isn’t just about giving and receiving, then it doesn’t disappoint. If Christmas is about honoring the first gift, about celebrating the birth of Emmanuel, then Christmas takes on a whole new meaning. If we strive to fill the stocking of the Christ-child, so to speak, we find ourselves asking a whole new set of questions.

What would He want most from us? What gift could we bring that would most honor Him who gave everything for us? Who came to earth on December 25 expressly for the purpose of taking our place and dying the death we deserved, so we could have more full and abundant life than our wildest dreams could conceive?

I think what Jesus wants from us is us. Not out wallets or our talents or our calendars, but us. Living sacrifices and vessels set apart for God to use whenever and however He chooses. Vessels of mercy, kindness, grace, and above all, love.

I want to wake up tomorrow and live out a thank you to Jesus. I want everything I do and say, everywhere I go, to be Jesus working and speaking through me. I want to live out the true meaning of Christmas, not just one day a year, but every day of every year for as long as God gives me breath.

I hope and pray that every day for you will be Christmas where you seek to give Jesus the best present you have to give Him– your heart.

It’s Christmas Day and Emmanuel is Here

On Christmas Day, we celebrate Emmanuel, God with us. God for us, God on our side, God over us, and (thanks to Jesus’ final and finished work) God in us. That means

The Light of the world has come into our darkness and all the darkness in the world could not comprehend or conquer this Light. The way to God has forever been illuminated.

The glory of God has come and, as one pastor put it, He is the only one strong enough to take all the pieces of our lives and hold them together. Only He can fill the God-shaped void inside us when no one and nothing else will.

Perfect Love has come and that love casts out all fear. Doubts vanish as we have beheld this one and only Son of God who pitched His tent among us.

This Jesus has come to give us a hope and a future, as Jeremiah promised, and give us each a new name . . . Beloved. We have more than a chance at something better, we have been adopted as sons and daughters and given an eternal inheritance that will never be taken away.

This God in mortal form has come for the sick and lonely and scarred and (best of all) broken. All those broken relationships and hearts and dreams and psyches find healing and wholeness as we find a stronger Love inside us that can pour out through us to those we love.

Death no longer has the final word. The Word, Jesus, has spoken victory forever over death and hell and the grave. He holds the keys to all of the above and His love is stronger than anything we will ever face.

When we could not get to God or bridge the gap that separated us from Him, He came to us and not only showed us the way Home, he became the Way. He has reconciled us to God by His own blood and turned us from enemies and outcasts and strangers into sons and daughters of the King over Everything.

Celebrate Emmanuel, God with us. The God who will be with us on December 26, and on every day after that, too!

Tonight’s Theology Lessons from George Bailey

If you have a pulse and you’re over 30, chances are extremely good that  you’ve seen It’s A Wonderful Life at some point in your life. Even if you’re one of those Undead Americans like the Cullens family, you’ve probably seen it, too. I personally lost count of how many times I’ve seen this holiday classic around 20.

There are some remarkably good theology lessons to be gleaned from this film:

1) The world would NOT be better off without you in it. The world would not have been better if you had never been born. Lots of lives are connected with yours and what you do DOES make a difference. You may not see it, but what you do and say affects so many others.

2) Sometimes the biggest changes in the world come from those nickels and dimes. You may feel like you’re stuck in a tiny corner of the world with a very small area of influence, but if you’re influencing one person, you’re influencing the world. At the very least you’re influencing that person’s world.

3) You are NOT a failure if you have friends. Notice, I did not say failure means having loads of money or power or influence or fame. You can have all those things and still fail miserably, missing the whole point of it all. Just ask Jacob Marley about that one. If you have friends, you have something infinitely more valuable than any amount of treasure or possessions you could ever own.

4) Sometimes, it DOES take a supernatural event to get you to see how much you matter. You may not get a visit from Clarence, Angel Second Class, but you will get something far better. You have God’s written Word, that says God so loved the world (which includes YOU) that He gave His one-of-a-kind, never to be duplicated, Son. You have the Community of Faith, that says, “We need you and we can’t function without you. It’s like we’re missing a limb or an eye without you.” You have the voice of Your Abba Father, saying, “This one’s Mine, the one whom I created and redeemed. The one I died for. This is my beloved child, in whom I am well-pleased because I see Jesus in that person.”

This Christmas Season, celebrate the fact that the world IS better with you in it. You may be the only Jesus some will ever see, the only Bible some will ever read, and the only Faith some will ever see lived out. How well you represent Jesus will determine if someone else will choose to follow Him or not. And those little random acts of kindness that seem so insignificant to you at the moment will live long after you’re gone.

So, thank you, George Bailey. And in those immortal words, “Atta boy, Clarence!”

An Advent Plea Day 6

“Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high,
And cheer us by your drawing nigh,
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!”

For us who have been touched by death’s dark shadows, both near and far, come to us, Emmanuel.

For us who have seen loved ones get sick, grow old and frail, and pass away, come to us, Emmanuel.

For us who know death isn’t natural or right, that it isn’t the original plan, but a product of the sin of Adam and Eve, come to us Emmanuel.

For us, who long to see broken bodies made whole, sickness healed, feeble minds grow strong, blind eyes given sight, lame made to walk, and the dead raised to new life, come to us, Emmanuel.

Come to us who long for perfect healing that can only come from You. Come to us who long for the day when we shall never grow old or mourn anymore or have to say goodbyes to those we love. You who are our peace and comfort now in days of loss and sorrow will be our joy and triumph in the days of restoration and joy yet to come.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

An Advent Plea Day 5

“Oh, come, O Key of David, come,
And open wide our heav’nly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!”

For us who often lose our way in a world that is pulling us in every direction except the one You call us to walk in, come to us, Emmanuel.

For us who are so easily distracted by any and every little thing and so often forget You and Your promise to guide and keep us safe, come to us, Emmanuel.

For us who are so prone to giving up and sitting on the side of the road in self-pity and despair, come to us, Emmanuel.

For us who need one more reminder of Your goodness, one more sign of Your faithfulness, and one more rememberance of Your saving deeds of the past, come to us, Emmanuel.

Come to us who are weary and heavy-laden and be our Rest. Come to us who grow weary and faint and renew us to rise up as eagles. Come to us who lose the way and lose our true selves amid the cacophony of voices telling us who we should be and what we should do and where we should go and be our Way Home.

Be our Wisdom, our Courage, our Purpose, our Direction, our Promise, our Strength, our Joy, and our Salvation Song.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Stopping the Parade

Some moments are so precious and rare that they stop you in your tracks. Some are so beautiful that they become engrained in your mind the same way an image is burned on to a strip of film.

Today, as I wached the Christmas parade in downtown Franklin, I noticed a man standing with his arms around a little boy who had Down’s syndrome. I watched how loving the man was toward the boy and assumed he was the boy’s father.

At one point, an older man stopped the parade, got out of his car, walked over to the boy, and handed him a stuffed toy dog. I think that image will be forever in my memory.

At one time, we were all in a parade like that. Slowly marching through history, trying anything and everything to fill the deep aching inside. None of the flashing lights or sounds could fil the void or fix the brokenness inside.

Then God stopped the parade. He entered human history in a hidden corner of the world in a lowly barn to a peasant couple in backwoods Bethlehem. God became one of us to find us and rescue us from our sins and ourselves.

That man, Jesus, lived a life we could never hope to live and satisfied the requirements of God that we never could. He climbed up a hill and died a criminal’s death that should have been yours and mine and rose from the grave, leaving all our sin and brokenness and fear of death behind in the grave.

Where were you when God stopped your parade? Where were you when Jesus entered into your history and became something more than a historical figure or religious icon? Where were you when Jesus saved you?

I know at the end there will be a different kind of parade. We will all be in it, along with every saint who ever lived and followed Jesus. It will be a triumphant parade with songs of victory and shouts of joy. Jesus will be the grand marshall and this parade will never end.

I hope during this frantic Christmas season, Jesus will stop your parade and speak peace over you in the few moments of stillness. I pray He will remind you that it’s His birthday we’re celebrating and what He wants more than anything is your heart surrendered and you being a vessel that He can love and reach and heal people through.

Unclean

For the better part of two days, something that Mike Glenn said at Kairos has been running around in my brain.

He related the story of how God showed Peter a vision in which a whole assortment of food came down from heaven and God said, “Eat.” Peter said, “But that’s unclean and against my religion (I’m paraphrasing a bit here).

God said, “What I have made, don’t you dare call unclean.”

Did you catch that? Let me put it this way. “God said, “I made you, and what I have made, don’t you ever call unclean or ugly or second-rate or worthless or no good. Don’t you dare put down the one I made, because when you do, you’re insulting Me.”

God made you. That gives you great worth. After you fell into sin and brokenness, He redeemed you. That makes you priceless.

Hear this. You are not what you own. You are not what you do. You are not what you drive or where you live or what you wear.

You are not the names people call you or the names you call yourself. You are not your past or your failures or your shortcomings.

You are not your usefulness or your abilities or your net worth or your talent level. None of these things.

You are who God says you are. You are His child, Ransomed, Redeemed, Living Temple, Saint, Saved One, and, my favorite, Beloved.

I love what Henri Nouwen says. Prayer is listening to the One who says good things about you. The One who calls you Beloved and invites you to His lap time and time again.

The Creator God who made all that is knows your name. He knows every deep, dark secret you keep and every promise broken and every lie told and every intention unfulfilled.

And He loves you anyway.

Because of what He did sending Jesus to the cross for you in your place, you are holy, righteous, blameless, innocent, perfect, and His forever.

You are unclean no more. You are the BELOVED!

Going Deeper

I’m not one to call myself a prophet or to claim I receive prophetic words from God. I think He speaks to me, like He did today, but I’m not the one to judge whether what He said to me was prophecy. The word was “Go deeper.”

That’s what I believe the Spirit of God is telling the people of God: “Go deeper.”

You can stay in the shallow end of your faith and stay comfortable and have one foot in the kingdom of God and one foot in the flashy, multimedia world. You can stay where the water is only ankle-deep and where what you say doesn’t have to match up with how you live.

But You will always live defeated. You will always be a victim and never a victor. Your worship will always be dead, your prayers cold, your Bible just words on a page. You will always be ruled by fear and doubt. You will always give in to temptation and never see deep healing in the deepest , darkest places of your heart.

Going deeper means that maybe you have to sacrifice the hip and trendy crowd for the homeless and the broken crowd. You may stop hanging out with the oh-so-cool artsy crowd and go to the outcasts and the hurting and the shamed.

Going deeper means trading in a feel-good sentimental kind of love for a selfless sacrificial kind of love. It means that you give without any expectations of ever getting back. It means you are willing to lay down your life in a million tiny deaths each day.

Going deeper means that you say YES to Jesus, no matter what. You go where He says go, you give what He says give, you love who He say to love, and you do what He calls you to do.

I will be the first to admit that I have been a casual fan of Christ far more than I have been a follower. But that’s what going deeper means– to stop being a sideline fan who roots for the Home Team and be a follower who gets your hands and feet dirty and messy, but find out that those are the very hands and feet of Jesus touching, reaching, and healing a broken world through you.

This isn’t my normal positive, encouraging blog. This is my blog that says that if you want to know more of this love that is deeper than your sin, wider than your understanding, and higher than your imagination, you have to surrender.

As always, I’m just a nobody trying to tell everybody about Somebody who can save anybody. I’m just one beggar telling other beggars where to find the Bread of Life. I’m a ragamuffin who has joy because my Abba Father calls me His beloved.

Blessings for 2011 (So Far)

“‘Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?” (Laura Story)

Sometimes, blessings from God don’t look like I think they should. Sometimes they don’t come wrapped in prosperity or popularity. Sometimes they come wrapped up in heartache and hardships. Sometimes they look like anything but blessings on the outside.

I had a friend pass away recently after battling brain cancer for 2 years. That doesn’t seem like a blessing on the surface.

My grandmother fell and broke her hip a little over a week ago and has a long road of recovery ahead of her. That certainly doesn’t look like a blessing.

I’m not saying that death and hardships are blessings, but that blessings are wrapped up in them for those with eyes of faith to see them.

I see blessings. I’m thankful to be reminded that this life isn’t forever and we’re not meant to stay in this imperfect, fallen, broken world. I’m thankful that while God chooses to heal us in this life, that every time He heals completely when someone crosses into eternity.

I’m thankful that I woke up this morning, healthy and happy. I’m thankful that I had access to clean water, shelter, clothing, and transportation, because so many people don’t. In fact, from a global perspective, having all these things make me wealthy. Even though I never considered myself rich, I am.

I’m thankful that God puts people in my life that sometimes I don’t truly appreciate until they are no longer there or until they are unable to give the way they once did. I’m learning to thank God every single day for these family and friends who made me who I am today and who I can never, ever hope to repay.

I’m mostly thankful that I know Jesus is still in control. I’m thankful that one day He will set things right. One day, He will wipe every tear from our eyes. I like to think that God turns all our tears into diamonds that Jesus sets in our crowns that we lay at His feet.

I’m thankful for all these blessings that came through trials and tribulations. I’m thankful that after all the suffering and heartache and troubles end, that the blessings still remain.

Thank You, God.