Easy

I wish I had an easy smile,

One that alights on eyes

Like a swallowtail,

Flitters, moves on,

Leaves everyone following.

I wish I had easy conversation,

Natural, graceful, light

As the June dawn,

Making pleasant pleasantries

Out of the stale air.

I wish I had an easy laugh,

Clear and earnest,

Like streams down a mountain,

Drawing life from the deep

To partake and refresh.

I wish I had an easy heart,

Warm and welcoming

As a friend by the hearth,

Stirring embers of hope

With patient care.

Shall I watch the world

Move in circles of dance,

Quick-stepping chit-chatting,

Change partners, smile-nodding,

While I hold the wall?

Shall I resent my makeup,

My heavy heart, my slow smile,

Silent smirk, deep talk?

Raise my fist to a Maker

Who clearly knows better?

I was not made for easy.

But He tells me,

“Your smile will be earned,

Your laugh will be true,

A ceremonial bell ringing.

“Your heart will be heavy,

Your conversation deep,

An anchor to hold fast

In the shifting tides,

In the shallow places.

“You are not who they are.

When the wall seems alone

I’ll stand beside you, hold the anchor,

Tell you stories until

The bell rings clear again.”

Household gods

I had an interesting conversation with my ten year-old son tonight. One of Judah’s strengths is his curiosity, which often peaks at bedtime. He wants to know everything, and his topics are often deep and engaging.

We have been reading Around the World in Eighty Days, and we reached a point regarding India and the Hindu belief in many gods. He understands the religion in a general sense, but could not understand how people could believe in such a multitude of gods, so many that they could not possibly know them all.

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To the contrary, it might be the most human way to believe.

I reminded him that polytheism is ancient and not restricted to Hinduism. The Greeks, Romans, Norse, Egyptians, Native Americans, and countless other tribes and people groups embraced polytheism. Their gods had stories and patron causes, and families or communities adopted particular gods as their own.

There is a particular difference in these gods and the God of our faith. In Christianity and Judaism, God is omnipotent, omniscient, omnipotent, and (yes) holy. He is not like a human, and though Christ is God incarnate, he is holy and without sin.

The stories of gods told of their faults and vices; they were angry, jealous, lustful, and proud. In short, these gods were oddly human. Relatable, entertaining, but more human than holy.

For all our Western Christianity, though, we have not strayed far. For many, while we might claim to be monotheistic in our religion, we are polytheistic in our in our idolatry.

We claim Jesus, but know all of a celebrity’s stories better than his. We claim to worship Yahweh, but we spend all our breath on praising the latest movie or series or album. We own a Bible, but spend more time reading the mostly fictional stories on social media. We know to pray, but would rather wring our hands over political and societal issues. We would rather relate to angry, vengeful, jealous, lustful gods of culture than aspire to connect to a savior who laid down his life for us.

If we are honest, idolatry is never far. We can all enjoy a good story (I am a writer, after all!), but we must be diligent to check our hearts for shrines to household gods. No one deserves greater space in our lives than the holy God of the universe.

Of Honor and Idolatry, Part 1

I make no claims of being a professional prophet, nor do I hear from the Lord perfectly all the time. However, there are times when I feel (not think) a message quickly and powerfully. In those moments, I know God is speaking to me for a reason.

I wrote the bulk of this message a few weeks ago. It flowed through me so abruptly that I had to use the talk-to-text function to keep up. But, as I often do, I let the document sit in my notes untouched afterward.

I did not see the connection at first, but in the meantime the Christian world was rocked by a certain young, influential author boldly proclaiming his spiritual enlightenment and abandoning his Christian faith. While the author’s most influential work is from my B.C. days, I know many around my age who were greatly effected by his ideas. But there have been others, countless others: worship leaders and musicians, pastors, teachers, authors, and celebrities. Many have publicly expressed unbiblical beliefs or failures and have taken flocks down with them. The Bible warns us that teachers will be held accountable for those they lead astray, but my heart breaks for those who hitch themselves to a falling star.

On the flip side, I have seen the beauty and power of a culture of honor in the church. Honoring people who use their gifts to serve the Body of Christ is biblical and necessary to a healthy church.

So how do we know the difference between honoring Christian leaders and idolizing them?

Idolatry ignores flaws.

We see this mistake in politics when people defend or turn a blind eye towards wrongs of their particular party or politician. Often, believers are more interested in being politically “right” (pun intended) than being biblically righteous.

However, this behavior is just as common within church walls when a leader’s actions are questionable, but defended, excused, or tolerated. We read a book by an influential pastor, and suddenly, we accept every word as “gospel” because of popularity. We hear that certain celebrities are Christians, and we follow and promote them endlessly. But what happens if (read: when) they fall? When their opinions change? When they espouse beliefs which contradict the Word? Often, we are anxious to maintain our popular poster child, and reluctant to admit we were wrong to boast in people. So, we compromise our own convictions to save face.

Honor sees flaws but covers them with grace.

To honor leaders does not mean to ignore their failures. Rather, it faces them with open eyes, addresses them with an open heart, and gives mercy with open hands.

After the flood in the book of Genesis, Noah was found in the wine press, drunken and naked on the floor. One son ridiculed him, while the other two covered him without looking at him. They acknowledged his fault, but covered him out of honor. In the Gospels, Peter denied his friend Jesus three times. Jesus addressed him in private, showed him mercy, and restored him in relationship. Jesus honored Peter even in correction and set him on a path to lead the Church.

I believe in supporting our pastors and even those politicians and celebrities who openly proclaim their faith. These leaders have a difficult job, whether it is preaching, teaching, or creating content. Additionally, they face increased scrutiny in our culture simply because they claim Jesus.

We should show them Honor by supporting them, praying for them, and addressing their faults honestly and gracefully.

We will look at more comparisons in the coming posts. For now, I wonder: Is there a time when I have made excuses for a Christian influencer out of my own pride or disillusionment? What was the outcome? How can I show honor to my leaders while keeping off the rose-colored glasses?

Parallel

What did you expect when you
tied on your robes, donned your chains,
your bells, your incense and oil;
when you saw him walking through crowds
paying his taxes, spitting in mud,
loving his enemies?

What did you expect when he unrolled the scroll,
broke your rules, fulfilled the law;
when he challenged your pride and died
on a thief’s cross?

Who did you expect:
A righteous warrior?
A crown prince?
Certainly not the Suffering Servant,
the Sacrificial Lamb.

What did you expect when you
put on the respectable clothes,
drove too fast, went to his house,
looked for your seat, the one with your name?

What did you expect, arms folded
mouthing songs about more about yourself than him;
critiquing the offering protocol, the message,
waiting to feel better?

Who did you expect:
A good-looking rock star?
A charismatic politician?
Certainly not the Risen Christ,
the Almighty Lord.

What does he expect, but a
heart broken and pure:
clean hands, empty of straws
grasped in a rush of fear;
eyes fixed on him?
Who does he expect?
The ones he calls “Beloved,”
even them,

even me,

even you.

Worship

image“Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they were created.” – Rev. 4:11 (KJV)

Worship is not a service.

It is not a song set,

nor a candle lit by a frail woman in a shawl,

nor the turning of wheels,

the wafting of incense,

the counting out of prayers on beads.

 

It produces sacrifice, yes,

and surrender, serving,

and sanctification.

But it is not these things.

 

Worship is an attitude, a posture,

a bending of the knees,

a bowing of heads,

a lifting of hands.

It is a casting of crowns.

 

Worship is a giving back,

a creative magnetic force

pulling the precious metal of our gifts

to the surface to shine in the light.

 

Worship is honor;

it is homage.

it is an opportunity.

Worship is the freedom to love

and to be loved freely.

Don’t Judge Me

We live in a world of sound bytes. A world where messages must be short and loud and plentiful. And everyday I encounter feeds full of quips and quotes and visually appealing images with mantras in pretty fonts, all attempts to define self behind a screen.

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There are a lot of things I could say about the positives and negatives of this over-stimulated and isolated world we’ve created for ourselves, but I will choose to address one for today.

One trend among my peers is to collect bumper sticker-like memes to adorn social media, to make a statement, to 

inspire, to procure identity. Some are true and lovely and noble, and my digital connections are daily populated with them. Some, however, make my heart break. These all take different forms, with varying degrees of poetry or pointed-ness, but they can be summarized as such: Don’t judge me.

That’s from a popular Bible verse, right? “Judge not, lest you be judged…”

I see these mostly from women –  women about my age, intelligent women, strong women, Jesus-loving, born-again women.  Yet when I see these memes or quotes, I feel as though the woman behind them is taking some kind of defensive posture and I wonder why.  Not, “What did you do?” But, “Why do you feel judged?”

You see, I believe in no condemnation in Christ (Romans 8:1). I believe that whom the Son has set free is free indeed (John 8:36). I believe His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:22).

Those beliefs are freeing. They turn my deepest shame into my greatest testimony. They cause me to wear my past like a scar with a story I can tell to anyone who’ll listen. I can tell of His love and His goodness and His grace.

So when I see women I love waving their “Don’t judge me” flags like banners of war, shouting it in 24 point font from smart phones to the audience of the world, I can only come to a few conclusions:

1. We’re trying to justify open sin. Okay, that was the harshest one, but it needs to be addressed. I would rather be the friend who tells you when there’s spinach in your teeth than the one who smiles on the outside and laughs on the inside. When Adam and Eve sinned, their first response was to cover it themselves. They hid, they covered, they pointed fingers and threw out distractions. And, ladies, it is our first defense as well when we aren’t ready to give up or admit a sin. Jesus forgives. He does not pass judgement. But He also told the woman he saved from stoning to, “Go and sin no more” (John 8:11). His kindness leads us to repentance, not defensiveness. Simply, God did not send Jesus to die so we could continue in the same sin which

 draws us away from Him. If there is the ache of conviction in our hearts, throwing our fig leaves in people’s faces and daring them hold us accountable only causes a deeper gulch between ourselves, our Savior, and the people we love.

2. Someone is condemning us unjustly. I have to be honest: for all the talk about hypocritical Christians and gossiping women, the reality is much less dramatic than the belief. By and large, most people are not spending their precious minutes or hours throwing shade at you. Our enemy, his powers and principalities, would certainly like to make us think so, but it just isn’t true. Some people do gossip or pass judgement, and that is a terrible thing, but it is an indicator of their own issues, not yours. However, can I make a freeing suggestion? Let them! I said above that my past and all my sin (recent included) is my test

imony of His grace. I will own it. I will share it. And, if that doesn’t silence the naysayers and ninnies, nothing will. I won’t lose my joy, or develop a self-righteous, don’t judge attitude about it.

3. Someone is condemning us unjustly, and she’s living in our heads. This is the most poisonous answer, but the one I fear is most common. Maybe you’ve had the talk with Jesus, the teary and snotty on-your-face talk, but there is a linger. That linger is not a voice but a sense that easily projects onto others, particularly other women. It is applied to looks in a hallwa

y or a concerned question or even to the lack of someone else’s communication. We quickly chalk up every misinterpreted signal as evidence that someone knows, someone condemns, someone judges. Beloved, we must get free of this. It is not only dangerous to ourselves, but our sisters. It is the same spirit that caused Cain to look at Abel with hatred and murder. It is the spirit that perpetuates isolation or drama in female relationships. It is a root of the real war on women. Satan has a field day with it, and it grieves the Holy Spirit and retracts the advancement of the Kingdom.

So, how do we deal with the linger? We take our thoughts captive. We shut the mouth of the liar every time the notion of condemnation enters our minds. We own our faults so no one else can use them against us. And, if we have sin in our lives, we stop justifying it and submit it to God with open and rendered hearts.

We must stop shouting from the rooftops we don’t want to be judged. Living in grace, living in “no condemnation” doesn’t mean screaming at others to mind their own business, but humbly and gratefully accepting the mercy of our Father, rejoicing that He has made a way for us to be restored to Him.  Instead, let us release with abandon the faults of our lives and the worr

y in our hearts. Let us use our social media microphones, our inspiring images, to shout His name and the glory of His goodness that we may walk in true freedom.

Searchlight

God is a roar of brilliant light,

the humming of ten thousand cathedrals,

an all-encompassing specter 

approaching with unmasked splendor and unveiled hope,

a beacon filtering through ancient trees,

ceaselessly seeking to bring you home.

30 Days to 30, Day 7

Day 7 – I Will Seek to Honor

While this resolution might seem to piggy-back on yesterday’s, I cannot avoid the themes I see stretching across the landscape of each day.  Today is Veterans’ Day, a day on which we honor those who have served in the military.  I spent my morning with my mother, who served her time in the U.S. Army, hoping to honor her not only as a veteran, but as a mother and a grandmother as she spent time with my kids.

I want to honor my husband as he tells me stories about his day and as he struggles with the difficulties and injustices that sometimes accompany college classes.

I want to honor my children by training them up in the way they should go, whether it means telling them stories or calming their fears or sending them to time-out.

I want to honor my Creator my making sure that every word, action, and thought is worshipful.

Honor does not always require a parade or a salute, but instead it demands that the little things of our lives have an intent to lift up and to respect.  That is my goal for today.

Morning Glory

I found this in one of my writer’s notebooks and polished it up a little (a very little).  It feels like a deep breath to me; the sun rising and the possibility of another chance, and the unifying beauty of worship.  It might not fit the devotional standard, but it seems very devotional to me.

 

Morning dawns and skies break

A dove cuts through the pale

Colors descend and ascend

On created glory

 

You pour over me,

move over me,

sing over me,

dance over me.

Your oil covers my wounds,

heals the land

The broken places snap, connect, fuse, stronger now

Your mercies are new every morning

 

Move my flesh out of the way

Change the atmosphere

Air rises to meet my face

The wind carries your fragrance,

Takes your Bride captive

Brightening her countenance,

Purifying her soul

The beat of wings, a thunderous dance,

Pounds the silence,

Stirs the Body,

Meets Your rhythm

Her arms like banners

Her feet like drums

Your joy in motion

Forgetting the right and left

Forgetting the disgraces

Your mercies are new every morning.