When Cassidy was a little girl (a phrase I probably will use a lot over the next months) she loved it when daddy made the pancakes for breakfast. Why? Because I made it an event. I tried to make every pancake a cartoon character. We had Bugs Bunny, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck (never could do him very well, no one ever recognized him) and a few others. Not only did they have "character" but we had them in yellow, green, blue and any combination of the four colors you could imagine. You guessed it, the good ole food coloring. Don't think me so childish, I believe more people are guilty of abusive food coloring practices than would admit it. That's okay, we had fun. So much fun, we also ate red scrambled eggs and of course the famous "Green Eggs and Ham" from Dr. Suess. The coloring didn't do much for the ham. I always thought a man could get rich off food coloring that had a flavor to match the color; red-strawberry, green-lime, blue-coconut and yellow-lemon. Any business partners out there? Didn't think so. Oh well, I guess that's the whole idea; don't change the ingredients, just the appearance.
I can see it now. Advertisement in the local newspaper for Spiritual Stuff Bookstore, "New Christian Food Coloring: When you want to appear to be different- Without really changing anything." Isn't that what we all do at times as Christians. We really don't want to change the ingredients (things in our lives) to the extent that it really makes a difference. Hey, we like the recipe just like it is. We don't really need to make any drastic changes. We are good people, carry our Bibles to church, even dust them off before we go, we sing loud with our eyes closed and even raise our hands occasionally. An occasional amen and nodding to the sermon. We know what to say and what do to appear to be growing and changing when in reality, the ingredients are the same just the appearance changes. I know I am really good at that.
What if God were to say to the church, "throw the food coloring and recipe out" we are changing all the ingredients." Sometimes I think He may be saying just that. We don't like terms like radical, change, sold-out, Jesus freak, dangerous,costly and risky when it comes to the Christian life. Matthew West has a song, "I Don't Want To Go Through the Motions", in other words, I don't want to just have the appearance, I want to change the ingredients so that they make a difference. That should be all of our prayers: God change everything in us that needs to be changed so that WE MAKE A DIFFERENCE. No Christian Food Coloring allowed! Are you willing to change or do you just want to appear to change? Are you ready to be radical, sold-out, dangerous, risky or a Jesus Freak. Let's do it. Let's change the ingredients so it makes a difference. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
"Slick, on the bench"
The year, 1973 and we are headed into the spring game. It was my freshman year in college and I had had a good season. Didn't start, but got some playing time. I was elected one of two freshman team captains. Everything was rocking right along, one step closer to my dream, the NFL (told you I was big dreamer) when I got called into Coach Mayo's office, our offensive coordinator and receivers coach.
"Slick (never knew why he nicknamed me slick, guess it was easier to scream), we have made some changes going into our spring game that we feel are going to help us next year." My heart was pounding, my palms sweating as I waited for the impending bad news. I was expecting the worst. Something like, "We've moved you from left end to right end (of the bench). I didn't want any news. I was perfectly happy the way things were. Number two on the tight end depth chart and Jimmy, the starting tight end, had only one year left. Well, Coach Mayo continued, "We are moving Jimmy to linebacker and moving you into the number one spot at tight end. Think you can handle it."
Starting tight end heading into the spring game my freshman year. Dream right on track. As the game got closer, I got more and more nervous. Don't ever remember being too nervous in high school, but this was a different ball game. A starting position and an NFL career was on the line (or at least that is how I felt). The big moment came, when in the huddle, he called my number. This was a play I had scored my first college touchdown on. I was feeling confident. Wish I could tell you I caught the ball and scampered 40 yards for a TD. I could tell you that but it would be a lie. No, I misread the defense and turned the wrong way. The ball hit me in the side of the helmet. I panicked the rest of the game making multiple mistakes, missed catches, I simply fell apart, to the point, that Coach Mayo screamed, "Slick, on the bench and don't ever come off until I tell you to." I had blown my big opportunity! This is embarrassing, but I sat on the bench and began to cry. After a bit, Coach Mayo approached me, "Slick, why are you crying?'' My response, "Coach, you've yelled 3 times more at me that you've yelled at the rest of the team." He chuckled (I didn't think it was funny) and I will never forget what he said, "Slick, there are guys on this team I never yell at because I've given up on them. As long as I'm yelling at you, you're in good shape. That's my way of trying to get the best out of you." He didn't give up on me because he sure kept yelling at me.
The Bible teaches us that God disciplines those He loves. Sometimes I get that same feeling with God that I got with Coach that day. I feel as though He is being to harsh with me. He is allowing bad things continue to happen to me when He could change things and make life much easier.
I continue to ask questions like, "Is this punishment for past sins?" Finding it more and more difficult to make sense of the continued tough times. Could it be that God is more interested in my character than He is in my circumstances. Wouldn't I be far better off is my character change rather than my circumstances? Is He punishing me or is He pulling me and preparing me? Does He intend to hurt me or is He honing me? Is He clubbing me or is He curring me? Is He spanking me or is He sparking me? Is He bulling me or is He building me? Is He condemning me or is He calling me? As long as I feel the tension between where I am and where I should or could be, then I feel Him at work. As long as I have as big of a desire for my character to change as I do for my circumstances to change, then I know He has placed me back on the potter's wheel.
I am so thankful that the Holy Spirit continues to poke and prod at my heart. The feeling that He is committed to making me better. He allows the hard times, as a discipline, to pull me up not to push me down. He loves me in the valley just as much as He loves me on the mountain top. Even though times are tough, I am secure in His love.
How about you? Have you failed to see how committed He is to you in the difficult times? Has it caused you to run from Him instead of toward Him? It is in those hardest times that you can know that He truly loves you. Submit to His discipline. It will not destroy you, but draw you into His presence, where you can abide in His love. Welcome everyday, good or bad, as a part of an incredible journey with a God that is passionately in love with you. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
"Slick (never knew why he nicknamed me slick, guess it was easier to scream), we have made some changes going into our spring game that we feel are going to help us next year." My heart was pounding, my palms sweating as I waited for the impending bad news. I was expecting the worst. Something like, "We've moved you from left end to right end (of the bench). I didn't want any news. I was perfectly happy the way things were. Number two on the tight end depth chart and Jimmy, the starting tight end, had only one year left. Well, Coach Mayo continued, "We are moving Jimmy to linebacker and moving you into the number one spot at tight end. Think you can handle it."
Starting tight end heading into the spring game my freshman year. Dream right on track. As the game got closer, I got more and more nervous. Don't ever remember being too nervous in high school, but this was a different ball game. A starting position and an NFL career was on the line (or at least that is how I felt). The big moment came, when in the huddle, he called my number. This was a play I had scored my first college touchdown on. I was feeling confident. Wish I could tell you I caught the ball and scampered 40 yards for a TD. I could tell you that but it would be a lie. No, I misread the defense and turned the wrong way. The ball hit me in the side of the helmet. I panicked the rest of the game making multiple mistakes, missed catches, I simply fell apart, to the point, that Coach Mayo screamed, "Slick, on the bench and don't ever come off until I tell you to." I had blown my big opportunity! This is embarrassing, but I sat on the bench and began to cry. After a bit, Coach Mayo approached me, "Slick, why are you crying?'' My response, "Coach, you've yelled 3 times more at me that you've yelled at the rest of the team." He chuckled (I didn't think it was funny) and I will never forget what he said, "Slick, there are guys on this team I never yell at because I've given up on them. As long as I'm yelling at you, you're in good shape. That's my way of trying to get the best out of you." He didn't give up on me because he sure kept yelling at me.
The Bible teaches us that God disciplines those He loves. Sometimes I get that same feeling with God that I got with Coach that day. I feel as though He is being to harsh with me. He is allowing bad things continue to happen to me when He could change things and make life much easier.
I continue to ask questions like, "Is this punishment for past sins?" Finding it more and more difficult to make sense of the continued tough times. Could it be that God is more interested in my character than He is in my circumstances. Wouldn't I be far better off is my character change rather than my circumstances? Is He punishing me or is He pulling me and preparing me? Does He intend to hurt me or is He honing me? Is He clubbing me or is He curring me? Is He spanking me or is He sparking me? Is He bulling me or is He building me? Is He condemning me or is He calling me? As long as I feel the tension between where I am and where I should or could be, then I feel Him at work. As long as I have as big of a desire for my character to change as I do for my circumstances to change, then I know He has placed me back on the potter's wheel.
I am so thankful that the Holy Spirit continues to poke and prod at my heart. The feeling that He is committed to making me better. He allows the hard times, as a discipline, to pull me up not to push me down. He loves me in the valley just as much as He loves me on the mountain top. Even though times are tough, I am secure in His love.
How about you? Have you failed to see how committed He is to you in the difficult times? Has it caused you to run from Him instead of toward Him? It is in those hardest times that you can know that He truly loves you. Submit to His discipline. It will not destroy you, but draw you into His presence, where you can abide in His love. Welcome everyday, good or bad, as a part of an incredible journey with a God that is passionately in love with you. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Most Valuable Player
On June 10, 2010, Sam Bradford signed a six year, $78 million deal, which has $50 million of guarantees and has a maximum value of $86 million, the greatest amount ever paid for a rookie. They were willing to put that kind of cash forward because they saw tremendous value in Bradford. I always find it interesting and humorous to hear some of the questions asked following the signing of these kind of contracts. If you are a first round draft pick, some team laid a lot of money down for you. One sports journalist asked the St. Louis Rams owner a stupid question, "Do you have high hope for Sam this year?" His answer was something like this, "Yeah. We have $78 million worth of hope for him." What idiot would pay that kind of money if they did see value in that player.
I find it fascinating every year to see what kind of value a team places on their first round pic. It doesn't take much to see how important they think that player is going to be to the future of the team. It is reflected in the amount of money they are willing to pay for him. Same thing goes for a CEO of a company. Some of these guys make unbelievable amounts of money. These companies value them highly.
Although, I find it interesting, it always leaves me a little deflated thinking; not much demand for my talents. I don't find a lot of incentives tied to my part time job. Not much value placed on me. No bidding wars for Keith Street. I mean, those guys make more money just showing up than I will in a lifetime of working. I don't remember which pitcher it was, but last year I read an article that showed me how much this pitcher made per throw. Needless to say, his every throw was more valuable to his team than ten years of my services for my team. Not a real ego booster.
Then the thought occurred to me (something you will never hear God say, "It occurred to Me"). I'm worth more than $78 million, more than the best major league pitcher and more than any CEO on the "top 10" list. If their value is reflected in what their teams or companies paid for them, then consider what I am worth. I was purchased based on my value and if I must say so myself, "I am pretty valuable." I wasn't a check I could deposit, but something was credited to my account. Maybe the world doesn't see my value the same as the one who purchased me, but that's okay. Two partners saw my value and here's the deal. God sent His one and only Son to complete the deal and Jesus made the purchase with His own blood. Wow! What a price! The highest price ever paid for anyone.
Are you feeling pretty valuable right now? You should be. The really cool thing about is that the price was not based on previous or future performance. It was based on how much He passionately loves you. That's it. That's all. To Him you are worth every drop.
I find it fascinating every year to see what kind of value a team places on their first round pic. It doesn't take much to see how important they think that player is going to be to the future of the team. It is reflected in the amount of money they are willing to pay for him. Same thing goes for a CEO of a company. Some of these guys make unbelievable amounts of money. These companies value them highly.
Although, I find it interesting, it always leaves me a little deflated thinking; not much demand for my talents. I don't find a lot of incentives tied to my part time job. Not much value placed on me. No bidding wars for Keith Street. I mean, those guys make more money just showing up than I will in a lifetime of working. I don't remember which pitcher it was, but last year I read an article that showed me how much this pitcher made per throw. Needless to say, his every throw was more valuable to his team than ten years of my services for my team. Not a real ego booster.
Then the thought occurred to me (something you will never hear God say, "It occurred to Me"). I'm worth more than $78 million, more than the best major league pitcher and more than any CEO on the "top 10" list. If their value is reflected in what their teams or companies paid for them, then consider what I am worth. I was purchased based on my value and if I must say so myself, "I am pretty valuable." I wasn't a check I could deposit, but something was credited to my account. Maybe the world doesn't see my value the same as the one who purchased me, but that's okay. Two partners saw my value and here's the deal. God sent His one and only Son to complete the deal and Jesus made the purchase with His own blood. Wow! What a price! The highest price ever paid for anyone.
Are you feeling pretty valuable right now? You should be. The really cool thing about is that the price was not based on previous or future performance. It was based on how much He passionately loves you. That's it. That's all. To Him you are worth every drop.
Friday, February 18, 2011
That's A Beautiful Dress
Let me remind you that this part of the journey all the way through March is about how God shows us He loves us. If you have a story of how you have seen demonstrations of His love for you, maybe we can share it on Join The Journey.
I know in my life, people have become the greatest expxression of His love. I had a mother that was a constant reminder of God's love. She died when she was 43 years old at the hands of a drunk driver, yet I have a lifetime of memories that have God all over them. Please let me be personal and share a story about her. She was an incredible woman. I remember walking with her down town and she would stop at a store window and just stare. I'd say, "What are looking at?" She would say, "That's a beautiful dress." "Why don't you buy it, Mom?" "There are other things we need more than that dress.", she would say. I later figured out what she really was saying was that if she didn't spend that money on herself she could spend it on someone else.
One of those "someone else" was a young girl named Glenda. She was from a very poor and rough family. She had been roughly handled and verbally abused for many years and never looked anyone in the face. On more than one ocassion I saw some of those store front dresses on her. Mom would buy material, spread out the newspaper on the kitchen table, cut out a pattern and make Glenda the dress. I swear it was more beautiful than the one in the window, but recognizable. She would perm her hair, do her nails and it would lift her head. Glenda started smiling, she would greet people, shake your hand. She became a different person. I give my mom credit for it, but she would say, "I just showed her God loved her." That's my mom.
It wasn't so much the beautiful dresses, the matching doll dresses, the perms and other kind things that she did for many other girls that I remember. What has stuck in my memory is what she gave up in order to do those things. The personal sacrifice, she wanted those beautiful dresses for herself. She made all her own clothes, cutting her patterns out of the newspaper from memory of a dress she had seen, so she would have money leftover, rather than purchasing the dress. Not only her sacrifice, but her willingness to use her talents to benefit others. She was always looking for opportunities to "show someone God loved them." To me that reflects the heart and character of Jesus.
He was willing to leave Glory, where He was worshipped around the clock, to be rejected by earth. He suffered a horrible death so He could purchase something for us, REDEMPTION! I'm thankful for His presence, His power, His provision, His protection, but I will be eternally grateful for what He gave up to show me He loved me. He even asked the Father if there was any other way, please lets do it. There wasn't and He sacrificed. Oh how He loves you and me, oh how He loves you and me, so much that He would lay down His life.
God make us willing to give up, to lay down, to turnover, to let go of anything that would give us an opportunity to "show someone God loves them." I challenge you to look for opportunities to sacrifice. It is amazing how he can turn sacrifice into blessing. JOIN THE JOURNEY and share your talents, letting the world know God loves them.
I know in my life, people have become the greatest expxression of His love. I had a mother that was a constant reminder of God's love. She died when she was 43 years old at the hands of a drunk driver, yet I have a lifetime of memories that have God all over them. Please let me be personal and share a story about her. She was an incredible woman. I remember walking with her down town and she would stop at a store window and just stare. I'd say, "What are looking at?" She would say, "That's a beautiful dress." "Why don't you buy it, Mom?" "There are other things we need more than that dress.", she would say. I later figured out what she really was saying was that if she didn't spend that money on herself she could spend it on someone else.
One of those "someone else" was a young girl named Glenda. She was from a very poor and rough family. She had been roughly handled and verbally abused for many years and never looked anyone in the face. On more than one ocassion I saw some of those store front dresses on her. Mom would buy material, spread out the newspaper on the kitchen table, cut out a pattern and make Glenda the dress. I swear it was more beautiful than the one in the window, but recognizable. She would perm her hair, do her nails and it would lift her head. Glenda started smiling, she would greet people, shake your hand. She became a different person. I give my mom credit for it, but she would say, "I just showed her God loved her." That's my mom.
It wasn't so much the beautiful dresses, the matching doll dresses, the perms and other kind things that she did for many other girls that I remember. What has stuck in my memory is what she gave up in order to do those things. The personal sacrifice, she wanted those beautiful dresses for herself. She made all her own clothes, cutting her patterns out of the newspaper from memory of a dress she had seen, so she would have money leftover, rather than purchasing the dress. Not only her sacrifice, but her willingness to use her talents to benefit others. She was always looking for opportunities to "show someone God loved them." To me that reflects the heart and character of Jesus.
He was willing to leave Glory, where He was worshipped around the clock, to be rejected by earth. He suffered a horrible death so He could purchase something for us, REDEMPTION! I'm thankful for His presence, His power, His provision, His protection, but I will be eternally grateful for what He gave up to show me He loved me. He even asked the Father if there was any other way, please lets do it. There wasn't and He sacrificed. Oh how He loves you and me, oh how He loves you and me, so much that He would lay down His life.
God make us willing to give up, to lay down, to turnover, to let go of anything that would give us an opportunity to "show someone God loves them." I challenge you to look for opportunities to sacrifice. It is amazing how he can turn sacrifice into blessing. JOIN THE JOURNEY and share your talents, letting the world know God loves them.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Heavenly Post-Its
When my daughter Cassidy was a little girl she discovered Post-Its for the first time. She was also just beginning to write so you get the picture. Post-It notes everywhere. I remember leaving for a trip and she had a Post-It note for me to put on the dashboard of the car. It said, "I love you Dabby", she had gotten her "d"s backward. Ever since , when we exchange cards or notes we affectionately use the term "Dabby". Everytime I see a Post-It of any kind I think of that precious note and anytime I get a card from her I first glance to see if it says "Dabby". She is 18 now and not quite as sentimental as I am.
The thought occurred to me once, what if God could use Post-It notes everyday? What if every time He was trying to show us how much He loved us, we saw a Post-It note. Think about a regular day and look for the notes. Maybe when a friend drops you an encouraging message on Facebook you saw a Post-It stuck on their profile picture and it said, "I love You, signed God". Or maybe it was the moment your wife or husband said, "I know things are tough right now, but I believe in you", you saw a Post-It note on their forehead that said, "I love You, signed God". ( I never know which side of the quotations to put the period or comma) You take the time to open the Bible and read a few verses and it just seems you opened to the verse you needed to read. You needed a word from God and there it was, with a Post-It note on the verse that said, "I love You, signed God." (thought I would put the period inside the quotations this time so I would be right at least once) Flipping through the channels and you hear a worship song that really speaks to your heart and on the corner of the TV you saw a Post-It note that said, "This is God and I love You." Or perhaps a friend calls and asks for you to pray for her. You feel needed, connected to her and God. As you hang up the phone you see a Post-It stuck to the side of the phone that said, "I love You and I'm using you." Your elderly neighbor sends you thank you card for mowing her lawn and on the inside of the card was a Post-It note that said, "I love You and loved her through you today."
I'm convinced that God would get a kick out of using Post-Its just like Cassidy did as a little girl. Take a few moments to think back to this past week and see if you see any Heavenly Post-Its. If you are like me, your journey is dotted with them all along the way. That is just another way that God lets us know how much He loves us. Not only look for the Post-Its, JOIN THE JOURNEY and start sticking them all around. God will smile!
The thought occurred to me once, what if God could use Post-It notes everyday? What if every time He was trying to show us how much He loved us, we saw a Post-It note. Think about a regular day and look for the notes. Maybe when a friend drops you an encouraging message on Facebook you saw a Post-It stuck on their profile picture and it said, "I love You, signed God". Or maybe it was the moment your wife or husband said, "I know things are tough right now, but I believe in you", you saw a Post-It note on their forehead that said, "I love You, signed God". ( I never know which side of the quotations to put the period or comma) You take the time to open the Bible and read a few verses and it just seems you opened to the verse you needed to read. You needed a word from God and there it was, with a Post-It note on the verse that said, "I love You, signed God." (thought I would put the period inside the quotations this time so I would be right at least once) Flipping through the channels and you hear a worship song that really speaks to your heart and on the corner of the TV you saw a Post-It note that said, "This is God and I love You." Or perhaps a friend calls and asks for you to pray for her. You feel needed, connected to her and God. As you hang up the phone you see a Post-It stuck to the side of the phone that said, "I love You and I'm using you." Your elderly neighbor sends you thank you card for mowing her lawn and on the inside of the card was a Post-It note that said, "I love You and loved her through you today."
I'm convinced that God would get a kick out of using Post-Its just like Cassidy did as a little girl. Take a few moments to think back to this past week and see if you see any Heavenly Post-Its. If you are like me, your journey is dotted with them all along the way. That is just another way that God lets us know how much He loves us. Not only look for the Post-Its, JOIN THE JOURNEY and start sticking them all around. God will smile!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Performer of the Year
The Grammies are the talk of the town. Who did and who didn't win. Who should have and who shouldn't have. For example, who in the world is the girl that beat out Justin Bieber for newcomer of the year? If I've heard that once, I've heard it a thousand times. The awards are based on the consistence performances of 2010 for each category. One thing I've learned, people have strong opinions about their favorite performers and they are mad if they think their guy got shafted.
What a way to live, everything based on your performance. No thanks! You don't have to be up for an Oscar, a Grammy, a Golden Globe, a Dove or a Bevo (had to slip that one in) to find yourself trying to be "Performer of the Year". We try hard to win the approval of our peers, our bosses and our family. Every effort is made to keep it all together, or at least to appear that way, so people will think better of us. Try harder, perform better and we will be more loved and appreciated. What has happened is we have also carried that performance mentality into our relationship with God and it saddens Him greatly. I think I smell a rat in that kind of thinking. Someone who is not committed to our well being has duped us into believing that. You get two guesses and the first one doesn't count. I am going to give you a clue: It is the opposite of the way Jesus operates.
Let's take a quick look at how Jesus dealt with people. We will look at just a few, the most obvious ones and see if there is a pattern. My guess is, YES! Start with the Woman at the Well. Jesus let her know that he knew everything about her, not to embarrass her, but to embrace her. Jesus wanted her to know she mattered, not because of her performance, but in spite of her performance. He loved her as a person, not as a performer. Not only did He know everything about her, but He knew everyone else knew everything about her, they had whispered about her and her performances for years. Where did Jesus meet her. At the well, one of the most visible places of the day and she was a Samaritan on top of that. The "religious" people despised her "kind", but Jesus loved her "kind". No, He did not approve of her behavior, but He loved her where she was and offered freedom. How about the woman caught in adultery. For the "religious" people this was cut and dry, black and white. Adultery equals stones. Jesus openly defends her, not her lifestyle. Once again the focus is on the person, not the performance. Not only does He defend her, but He exposes the faulty thinking of those professional stone throwers. Remember Zachaeus, hated tax collector, Jesus went to his house for dinner. Then the leper, who had to walk around yelling "unclean, unclean". Total outcast, condemned by the "religious" ones. Jesus did the forbidden, He touched him. Legally, that was cause for His own death.
The common thread in all these encounters is these individuals were rejected, despised, condemned and all considered poor performers. Jesus embraced each one of the individuals openly and unashamedly. He always had His focus on the person, never the performance. Let me ask you an honest question. Do you sometimes try to perform for God's approval? We all do, to some degree, for others, but when we approach God with that kind of thinking, we so limit a vital relationship with Him. Why? Because it is void of the freedom to approach Him just as we are. Billy Graham always ended his sermons with an altar call, singing "Just As I Am" because He wanted people to know that Jesus died for their freedom to approach God without first changing. Do you consider yourself a poor performer. Have you failed Him as much as you have served Him. I certainly have. Well, I have good news for you today; You are a perfect candidate for an encounter with Jesus. One that will change you forever. It won't be a one time experience, but with the rising of every sun, He desires to engage you. As a matter of fact, there is nothing else on His agenda for the day. He is passionate about us, in spite of our performance. Pause and let Him know you are ready and eager for the encounter too. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
What a way to live, everything based on your performance. No thanks! You don't have to be up for an Oscar, a Grammy, a Golden Globe, a Dove or a Bevo (had to slip that one in) to find yourself trying to be "Performer of the Year". We try hard to win the approval of our peers, our bosses and our family. Every effort is made to keep it all together, or at least to appear that way, so people will think better of us. Try harder, perform better and we will be more loved and appreciated. What has happened is we have also carried that performance mentality into our relationship with God and it saddens Him greatly. I think I smell a rat in that kind of thinking. Someone who is not committed to our well being has duped us into believing that. You get two guesses and the first one doesn't count. I am going to give you a clue: It is the opposite of the way Jesus operates.
Let's take a quick look at how Jesus dealt with people. We will look at just a few, the most obvious ones and see if there is a pattern. My guess is, YES! Start with the Woman at the Well. Jesus let her know that he knew everything about her, not to embarrass her, but to embrace her. Jesus wanted her to know she mattered, not because of her performance, but in spite of her performance. He loved her as a person, not as a performer. Not only did He know everything about her, but He knew everyone else knew everything about her, they had whispered about her and her performances for years. Where did Jesus meet her. At the well, one of the most visible places of the day and she was a Samaritan on top of that. The "religious" people despised her "kind", but Jesus loved her "kind". No, He did not approve of her behavior, but He loved her where she was and offered freedom. How about the woman caught in adultery. For the "religious" people this was cut and dry, black and white. Adultery equals stones. Jesus openly defends her, not her lifestyle. Once again the focus is on the person, not the performance. Not only does He defend her, but He exposes the faulty thinking of those professional stone throwers. Remember Zachaeus, hated tax collector, Jesus went to his house for dinner. Then the leper, who had to walk around yelling "unclean, unclean". Total outcast, condemned by the "religious" ones. Jesus did the forbidden, He touched him. Legally, that was cause for His own death.
The common thread in all these encounters is these individuals were rejected, despised, condemned and all considered poor performers. Jesus embraced each one of the individuals openly and unashamedly. He always had His focus on the person, never the performance. Let me ask you an honest question. Do you sometimes try to perform for God's approval? We all do, to some degree, for others, but when we approach God with that kind of thinking, we so limit a vital relationship with Him. Why? Because it is void of the freedom to approach Him just as we are. Billy Graham always ended his sermons with an altar call, singing "Just As I Am" because He wanted people to know that Jesus died for their freedom to approach God without first changing. Do you consider yourself a poor performer. Have you failed Him as much as you have served Him. I certainly have. Well, I have good news for you today; You are a perfect candidate for an encounter with Jesus. One that will change you forever. It won't be a one time experience, but with the rising of every sun, He desires to engage you. As a matter of fact, there is nothing else on His agenda for the day. He is passionate about us, in spite of our performance. Pause and let Him know you are ready and eager for the encounter too. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Treasure in the Trash
Wess Stafford, Pres. of Compassion International, shares a story a young man who went with him on a mission trip to Guatemala. Wess wanted the group to see the struggles that abject poverty brings to a child's life. The van pulled up to mountains of debris, the local dump. In the sweltering heat, the stench was unbearable. Swarms of flies greeted the van. Children were excited for the visitors. What children? The children who lived at the dump. As the mission group got out of the van to visit and encourage the kids, one young man refused to get out of the van. Wess approached him to see why he was not getting out.
Her name was Aury, and she shared that she had just been accepted at the university as a business major. She was excited. Wess wisely asked her, "What do you know now from having grown up in that awful place?" (Stop right here, right now and go get some kleenex. You are going to need them when you read her reply.)
Aury is the cover story for the Winter 2011 edition of Compassion Magazine, but GOD is the author. Her story is still being written and so is yours. God often finds us among debris of a bad decisions, broken homes, broken hearts, failures, shattered dreams, deception, disallusionment, addictions and sin. We cry out from within (most of us too prideful to cry outwardly) and as Amy Grant says,
He hears a melody. He loves you and considers you a Treasure, even if He found you at the City Dump! He won't leave you in the dump, He won't swerve to miss you, He is headed right toward you. Grab His hand, feel His heart and follow His steps to the dumps edge. Take a moment, look back, never to live there again. YOU ARE TREASURE FOUND IN THE TRASH! Only return to lead others out. What a journey. You can be a part! Consider sponsoring a child and help them write the rest of their story. It will be a significant part of your story too. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
The young man answered, "You told me Compassion's ministry is about hope and dreams. Then you bring me here. There is no hope here. No dreams are possible. I only see tragedy and despair. Nothing good could happen here."Not much Wess could say to calm him, so he left him in the van. I've been to Guatemala and remember hearing about the kids who lived at the dumps. The poverty is unbelievable! Later that night, a banquet was held with formerly sponsored children who had qualified for Compassion's Leadership Development Program. Visitors sat at the table with these special LDP students. As Wess made his rounds from table to table, he approached the one where sat the angry young man in the van. "So, how are things here going?" The young man replied, with tears in his eyes, "Wonderfully. We have the best table of all." "Why is that?", Wess asked. The young man simply pointed at a young girl sitting at the table. "Ask her where she grew up." She smiled and said, "I grew up on the city dump you visited today." It appears as though God had a hand in the seating arrangements for the evening. God is so good and smart!
Her name was Aury, and she shared that she had just been accepted at the university as a business major. She was excited. Wess wisely asked her, "What do you know now from having grown up in that awful place?" (Stop right here, right now and go get some kleenex. You are going to need them when you read her reply.)
"I know two things. First, I know what it feels like for people to look at you and think you are garbage. When I was very small, the dump trucks wouldn't swerve to avoid hitting me - the drivers thought I wasn't worth the effort. If I had been killed out there among the dogs and vultures, probably nobody would have even dug a grave for me. I was already where I belonged - garbage in the trash heap." "What else do you know, Aury?", Wess asked gently. (Grab the kleenex!) She beamed and answered confidently, "I know that nobody is garbage. We are all loved by God and He has a perfect plan and purpose for every life. THAT'S WHAT I KNOW."Go to compassion.com, Winter 2011 magazine to find out the rest of the story. Marcia called me and read me Aury's story over the phone. We both wept as we were in awe of a God who even goes to the city dump to reclaim His treasures. This story so perfectly fit with the message of my blogs through March, How God Feels About YOU!
Aury is the cover story for the Winter 2011 edition of Compassion Magazine, but GOD is the author. Her story is still being written and so is yours. God often finds us among debris of a bad decisions, broken homes, broken hearts, failures, shattered dreams, deception, disallusionment, addictions and sin. We cry out from within (most of us too prideful to cry outwardly) and as Amy Grant says,
He hears a melody. He loves you and considers you a Treasure, even if He found you at the City Dump! He won't leave you in the dump, He won't swerve to miss you, He is headed right toward you. Grab His hand, feel His heart and follow His steps to the dumps edge. Take a moment, look back, never to live there again. YOU ARE TREASURE FOUND IN THE TRASH! Only return to lead others out. What a journey. You can be a part! Consider sponsoring a child and help them write the rest of their story. It will be a significant part of your story too. JOIN THE JOURNEY!
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