I love what Pastor Mike Glenn says about people who talk about searching for Jesus as if He were lost and needed to be found. No, it’s not Jesus that’s lost; you and I are the ones who wander and stray like sheep. We’re the ones who need to be found, and Jesus is the one doing the searching and rescuing.

I love how no matter where I am, even in a crowd, how Jesus can find me. How in a multitude of voices clamoring for His attention, He can still hear me, even when I can’t find my own voice. How His healing power comes from just touching the hem of His garment. I love how He looks specifically for me, when there are far more attractive and popular and talented people He could be looking for. He looks for me because He wants me. And He calls me by name.

Jesus didn’t just find me when I was a lost sinner. He still comes looking for me when I stray from looking to Him to looking around me at those waves threatening to take me under. When I give in to fear and anxiety, doubt and mistrust. When I think no one could ever see the real me and still want anything to do with me. His still, small voice carries over the roaring waves and His hand finds me just as I am sinking into the turbulent sea.

Jesus always knows where you are and can find you. Whether you’re looking for Him or whether you’re trying your best to be anonymous and blend into the crowd, He can find you. And the best news of all is that He’s not coming to “get” you or punish you or scold you. He’s coming to rescue you. To save you. To redeem your life and give it new meaning and purpose. He is looking for surrendered hearts He can fill with His love to the point that the overflow touches those around you.

No matter what you do for a living, Jesus can enter into it and make it a holy profession, a priesthood. No matter who you are or what you’ve done, Jesus can take you and transform you into an image-bearer of His that will reflect His glory in such a way that the world can’t ignore. They may choose or reject what you have, but they can’t not notice it.

So know that Jesus loves you too much to let you remain lost. Know He’s looking for you and when He finds you, your life will never be the same ever again. And neither will the world.

Amen and amen!

Lord, it is 12:22 on President’s Day and I come to you confessing that I have once again made it all about me. It’s not. It always has been and always will be about You. What matters is not my own happiness or fulfillment, but Your Kingdom advancing and taking over.

Help me not to ask you to bless my plans and my activities, but help me to find out what Your plans and activities are and join in, because Your work is already blessed. You invite me to be a part of what You’re doing in the world and I so often choose my own little plans instead.

I am selfish at the core. I want to be noticed and liked and admired. But You want so much more from me. You want me to be a vessel You can pour Yourself into and overflow through me to those around me. You want me to be a mirror that reflects Your glorious image to a world that is waiting and watching (stole that one from Pete Wilson!).  If the world looks at me and sees me, then there’s nothing grand about that; if the world looks at me and sees You and what You can do with one simple, surrendered life, they will have to stop and take notice. You can’t help but notice a miracle.

Like Jim Elliott, I want to be a fork in the road that people come to and have to choose one way or another about Jesus. Jesus Himself made neutrality toward Himself an impossibility. Either we are for Him and we are gathering, or we are against Him and we scatter. Hopefully, as Your love takes me over, people will be drawn to You in wonder for what You’ve done in me.

So thank You that after so many times when I’ve made it about me, You remind me gently and tenderly that it’s not about me. You show me in a thousand different ways that You are so much bigger than I imagined and so much better than I ever dreamed You could  be. Your love for me is extravagent and wild and is changing me.

Thank You for not giving up on Me. Thank You for the people who love me and who inspire me to be more like You. Thank you that one day I will look back on all the good the bad and the ugly and it will all have been so beyond worth it, because You will be my reward!

Amen and amen!

Grace looks at my faults and weaknesses and sees not failure, but potential. Grace sees not what I lack, but the places where God’s power can fill in and shine forth most brightly.

Grace never quits offering a hand to pick me up when I’ve fallen. Grace never stops believing in me, even when I’ve stopped believing in myself.

Grace shows up in the small acts of kindness from my family, in the encouraging texts from my friends, in the breeze that warms my heart in the middle of winter and reminds me of a spring still to come.

Grace is knowing I am secure in my Savior’s love and I can’t mess that up, no matter how hard I try. Grace is believing that Jesus really does love me, not in a proper religious way, but in a wild, crazy, passionate way. He delights in me.

Grace means there is never an end to second chances and new beginnings. Grace means that one I’ve forgiven someone 70 times 7, I’ve only just started to learn what it means. Grace means that that my family and friends forgive me, often before I even ask or know I need forgiveness.

Grace is the difference between ordinary and extraordinary, between good and awesome. Grace is all that I never thought could happen to me and what I never dreamed I could be coming true. Grace is all those lies I believed for so long being shown as the lies they are and losing their power over me.

Grace is so antithetical to and opposite of everything the media and society sells and preaches. So much so that if I live by grace I will be a radical in their eyes. If I really align my life with grace, there’s no way that the world can look at my life and not be forced to choose one way or another about who Jesus is.

Grace means that the Kingdom is breaking through, that Jesus has already won, that I am exactly as righteous and holy as God says I am. Grace means that I walk in a victory that is mine now.

Grace means so much more. An eternity will only touch the surface of all grace means. But I know that grace is mine.

Amen and amen.

I think we as Americans have an entitlement-mentality. We think we’re owed so many things, like an 80-year lifespan, a spouse, a house in the suburbs with the white picket fence and the 2.3 kids (don’t you always feel bad for that .3 kid? He’s not even a complete person!) We think we’re deserving of a satisfying career with a nice retirement package. We think we will work hard so that one day we can sit back and live the easy life and spend our grandkids’ inheritance money.

What we really deserve is hell.

As harsh as that sounds, it is the honest truth. We’re all born sinners and we know deep down we’re fundamentally messed up. We didn’t have to learn to be selfish or to lie or to steal; we just instictively knew. My natural bent is not to be nice or giving or honest. I am by nature selfish and stingy and a liar. You are too, if you are honest with yourself.

That’s where grace and mercy come in. Mercy from God means I don’t get the hell I deserve. Grace means I get to live and that I get to know God and have Jesus take the punishment I deserve. It means I get eternal life, not just down the road in heaven someday, but right now as a life that’s abundant. It means that while most of the world is on autopilot and asleep, I am waking up to the beauty of God’s creation all around me and the amazing things God is doing in and around me.

If we admit we are messed up and that everything we have and are is a gift that we don’t deserve, that means we show grace to each other. No matter how badly I mess up or hurt you, you forgive me because you have done much worse to God and been forgiven far more times. Regardless of how you treat me, I still strive to show you the love of Christ, because He pursued me with His love when I only showed hate to Him and ran away from Him.

My love for God shows itself in my love for His people. I can’t say I love God and not love His people. I can’t call myself a believer and then bail on His followers the first time they fail. In fact, I look most like Jesus when I forgive and show grace and give multiple second chances, because that’s what He does best. When I am called to imitate Christ, I am callled to do these things. When the life of Christ fills me up, I am able to do these things.

Jesus, fill me with grace so I can be gracious to others. Give me Your heart that forgave those who murdered You as they were in the very act, so I can forgive anybody of anything. Let me be mindful of all the many second chances You’ve given me, so I can give those who fail as many chances as You gave me.

Amen and amen.

Something else I’m terrible at is silence. I don’t do well with silence or being still or learning to quiet my thoughts and let God speak through those times. I am quite practised at awkward silences in conversation, so you’d think I’d be better at normal silence, but I’m not. I always have a song playing in my head or I am rehearsing a conversation I might have with someone in the near future. Or I am thinking down about 50 different tracks at the same time.

But I’m learning silence is good. Solitude is a healthy thing and a way to hear from God like you won’t any other way. Silence says to God, You matter enough to me that I will make time to spend time with You and hear from You, not just throw up my laundry list of requests and desires. Silence is where I quiet my soul and rest my heart in God. Silence is where I can find physical and spiritual rest and see things from a right perspective again.

I think of it this way. When I took my advertising class in college, one thing I learned was the importance of white space in an ad. You don’t want to cram an ad full of images and text, because it would overwhelm the reader. White space helps to bring more attention to the ad and makes it easier to take in. In the same way, a book completely filled with print with no white space would be daunting and hard to read. The margins on the top and bottom and sides help the reader better take in the text.

In the same way, creating margins in our lives through silence helps us see what’s in our lives better. Having “white space” through solitude helps us to better focus on the important things in life and to not be driven along by the tyranny of the urgent (a phrase borrowed from a great book, by the way!)

Learn to be silent. Learn to be still and take every thought captive and create an environment into which God can speak into your life. I am learning this takes time and practice and patience with myself, because every 15 seconds my mind wanders off on a tangeant. The key is to not give up, but to refocus and keep making the effort for silence.

As with any other spiritual discipline, there are the benefits of spiritual growth and building character and knowing God’s heart more. But above all, we do these things because God is SO COMPLETELY worth it. It’s a way of saying, “This much I am grateful for You. This much I desire not what You can give me or do for me,  but You Yourself. Give me as much of You as I can handle and then a little bit more!”

Amen and amen!

It’s 10:57 pm and I am bone tired. I didn’t think it was possible to be this tired and still be awake, yet here I am. Unless this is some kind of very strange dream.

I think it’s all connected. God is true and God’s Word is true and you pretty much have to have both, because if the Word is from God, then it has to be as reliable as He is. I’m convinced you can trust both with your life. Because both will lead you to Jesus if you know how to read them.

I think that it helps if you think of the Bible as Letters from Home. Kinda like those letters you got from mom when you were in college. Only infinitely better, of course. It’s all about showing you how God never gave up on making a way for you to come Home. How He made a way where there was no way previously. How He became that Way in Jesus.

Think of the Bible as God’s love letter to you. How your rebellion grieved His heart, but instead of bailing on you, God chose to win you back through loving tenderness in a thousand ways, culminating in Jesus’ death on the cross. That showed true love in its highest, purest form.

All that for something I don’t read nearly enough. All that for a God I all too often pay token lip service to. He deserves so much more. If you and I can find a few more stolen moments to spend with Him, I believe that will make an impact on how we live and how we treat others. It will change how we see God and how we see ourselves through Christ.

I won’t even touch fasting, because I am still working on that one myself. But make it a priority to do whatever it takes to know God and know His heart, so you can be changed by that. But more than that, because He’s so infinitely worth it!

Amen and amen!

At Kairos tonight, Mike Glenn talked about God as Heavenly Father and how we are led by the Spirit to call Him Abba. I think I really started to grasp what that means tonight. The implications and ramifications are HUGE!

To have God as your Father means that He chose you to be His child. You weren’t automatically born into God’s family, but He went and picked you out at paid the highest price possible to make sure you would be His. It means that however the world tells you that you don’t belong and you are not wanted, God choosing you means that you do belong and you are most definitely wanted.

Having God as Abba means that you don’t ever have to let anybody call you a nobody ever again. You are a child of the King of the universe. Your Father made the heavens and the earth. He spoke and it happened. Just like that. Your Father sent Jesus to be the sacrifice for the very people who rebelled against Him in the first place. He turned the worst tragedy in human history, the cruxifiction, and made it the biggest triumph ever.

Having God as Abba means that you don’t have to be ruled by fear or be a slave to addictions and strongholds anymore. It means you don’t have to let someone’s harsh words or actions define you anymore. You don’t have to be what anyone else thinks you should be. What God says goes, and what He says about you defines you. Those whom He has set free are free. Period. There is no more slavery or condemnation or bondage for those who belong to God through Christ Jesus!

My prayer is that you would be consumed by this thought: My Abba Father chose me because He wanted me. He didn’t pick me because I was the last one left and He didn’t have a choice. He picked me because He wanted me, because He set His affections on me and loved me with a love that never has or never will give up on me. He said once and for all, This one’s mine!

Amen and amen!

Today at Fellowship Bible Church, we had Christmas in February. Well, not exactly. We’re going through the Gospel of Luke and today’s passage happened to be the familiar Christmas passage of Luke 2:1-20. One thing that caught me was how Mary when she was traveling must have been expecting a nice, warm room in the inn where she could safely deliver her Child. And what happened when the reality turned out to be far different than her expectations.

As someone pointed out, Mary must have been thinking, “Lord, surely not this stable! Surely, this is not what You had in mind. Surely, the innkeeper will come out at the last minute and say how he’s sorry but they do have a vacancy after all and how it was just a big misunderstanding.” But nothing like that happened.

Sometimes our life turns out way different than what we exptected. We end up in the stable of a cancer diagnosis or a seemingly eternal single status or a family rift. We think, “Surely this is not what You had in mind for me. Surely You will come through and make this right.” But still we remain in the stable. We walk through our pain and grief and not around it or over it. There is no shortcut, but only a narrow and hard road to follow.

Jesus knows what it’s like to be left out in the cold. For there to be no room for Him. He knows all about being in a stable.

The beautiful part of the story is that out of the stable came Immanuel. And Immanuel does not mean God watching us from a distance (as Bette Midler sang once). It means God with us, God near us, God for us, and God on our side. It means God became one of us and walked through all our sorrow, pain, grief, and trouble. It means that He still walks with us through all our anxieties and doubts and fears. It means He carried all those things on Him at Calvary. It means that many times, He carries us when we can no longer walk or even crawl.

Let that be your song today: that Immanuel is here and He’s never going to leave you. It’s a guaranteed promise that He will bring you safely through and you will shout at the end that it was all worth it because you discovered Jesus was all He said He was and so much more.

Amen and amen.