To groan from the weight of the world
Groan:
1. A low, mournful sound uttered in pain or grief:
2. A deep, inarticulate sound uttered in derision, disapproval, desire, etc.
3. A deep grating or creaking sound due to a sudden or continued overburdening, as with a great weight
In a church in England, the congregation gave up worship music as they had known it. The pastor of the church became tired of the complaints and struggles about different worship styles, so he did something radical. He dismissed the band and the sound system and would only allow a cappella songs to be sung. His point was that they had lost their way in music worship and the way to get back would be to strip everything away. In the words of the pastor to his congregation, “When you come through the doors on a Sunday, what are you bringing as your offering to God?”
The songwriter and worship leader of the church, Matt Redman said, “Before long, we reintroduced the musicians and sound system, as we’d gained a new perspective that worship is all about Jesus, and He commands a response in the depths of our souls no matter what the circumstance and setting. ‘The Heart of Worship’ simply describes what occurred.”
When the music fades, all is stripped away, and I simply come / Longing just to bring something that’s of worth that will bless your heart… / I’m coming back to the heart of worship, and it’s all about You, Jesus
Music should not make or break a Sunday morning. If it does, then there is something else wrong. Sure, it feels good to be filled up on a Sunday morning, but in its essence, church is to give back to Him who gives us His all. It should be an outpouring of our love and gratefulness to a God who loves us like no other. If the message is sound and the doctrine lines up, then we should simply come.
To me, a church with two worship styles, like traditional and contemporary, is akin to two denominations under the same roof, never to meet. A blended worship brings both sides together to worship the same God. The traditional gives us a chance to praise and worship the God who Is. More often than not, it is written with scriptural words, straight from the Bible. It becomes our chance to pour our hearts out to God as a body. Contemporary music helps us to better relate on a personal one-on-one relationship with Jesus Christ. Both together, if accepted and acknowledged, can become a mountain top, precipice experience.
Despite what one may think, especially in today’s society, church should not be, at its essence, a consumer experience. If the Lord has brought you to a church, then it’s there you belong. If you have felt God’s presence there, or felt His glory in the place, then you are where you belong. Of course, always line up the teachings and the songs with scripture to measure the truth of the service. But, having done that and finding truth, if you are ‘feeling’ disgruntled with the music, then you must pray through that and ask God to show you how to worship Him with what music He has given His instrument to play.
We give our money to church not because we are ‘paying’ for an experience. We give our money because God has mandated it be so. We give to God because He has given much to us. By no means should we control our purse strings by our selfish desires.
In this day, a Christian’s heart should cry to bursting with the desire for unity among the brethren. It should be the opposite of living for ourselves in this day. Peter pleaded with the people of Jerusalem, “Save yourselves from this corrupt generation.” And our pleading should sound the same. We have to banish the thought that worship is a means to make us happy, or tickle our ears.
And, in addition, the Christian worshipper has the Spirit interceding for them. He knows that no matter what the style of music, we are still singing it from this earth rather than at the foot of the throne of God. I am convinced that the Spirit takes our worship and pours it out for us as an offering, which is all we have to offer back to the God who gave us the breath to sing in the first place. It would be good for all of us to remember that we show God love by our obedience.
Read and hear what the apostle Paul has to say about the Spirit and groaning,
“Meanwhile, [when we are weak], God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves…and keeps us present before God. That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.” Romans 8.26-28 The Message.
But do not just take it from me; allow an evangelist from the 1800’s, John Darby, add his commentary:
“What a sweet and strengthening thought, that when God searches the heart, even if we are burdened with a sense of the misery in the midst of which the heart is working. He finds there, not the flesh, but the affection of the Spirit; and that the Spirit Himself is occupied in us, in grace, with all our infirmities: What an attentive ear must God lend to such groans!”
“The Spirit, then, is the witness in us that we are children, and thereby heirs; and He takes part in the sorrowful experience that we are linked with creation by our bodies, and becomes the source of affections in us, which express themselves in groans that are divine in their character as well as human, and which have the value of His own intercession. And this grace shews itself in connection with our ignorance and weakness. Moreover, if after all we know not what to ask for, we know that everything works together under God's own hand for our greatest good.”
There will never be a church that can be one hundred percent perfect, just as most are not satisfied completely with their jobs, houses, or bodies. Nothing will be perfect this side of heaven. In another church, the music may be sound but the instrument may be broken.
I know first hand the struggles in worship styles. God fills my heart with song and I pour my heart out to Him with song and word. However, I know that the Lord inhabits the praises of His people, regardless the style. And the idea of singing hymns with the likes of David and the pillars of our faith that came after him makes my heart beat a little faster. Sure, I struggle to be comfortable with raising my hands in praise with hymns, but I have found I cannot keep them down regardless.
It all boils down to what we are looking for when we come to church to worship on Sundays. Are we looking for something to satisfy our carnal natures, or are we willing to change and adapt in order to find harmony and unity amongst one another? All God’s children need to be singing “Alleluia, He reigns.”
In the words from a hymn written in 1758 by Robert Robinson, a minister-
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love
“In a large house there are articles not only of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay; some are for noble purposes and some for ignoble. If a man cleanses himself from the latter, he will be an instrument for noble purposes, made holy, useful to the Master and prepared to do any good work.” 2 Timothy 2:20-21
(for Matt Redman's outlook on worship, read this! It's pretty incredible!)
http://www.mattredman.com/?page=reflections&id=19&offset=9
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The Holy Roar of our God
Roar-
1 a: to utter or emit a full loud prolonged sound b: to sing or shout with full force
2: to proceed or rush with great noise or commotion
From the first posting on this blog, I made an oath to myself and my readers to be as open and honest as I needed to be in order to write the Truth. This posting will be no different.
When a friend commented that I had not posting lately, and that I had been posting sporadically at best, it affirmed the thoughts that had been mulling around in my head for a couple of weeks. If I wanted to be a writer that used her words to convey both the beauty and the messiness of being a child of the Redeemer, I would need to naked in those words. Not using my forum to recklessly put myself at danger or to reveal more than is necessary, but use the truth of my stories to demonstrate the sometimes messiness of living the Christian life while still bringing God glory. It is with this intent that I write about the thoughts I have been having lately.
‘And now, God, do it again-
Bring rains to our drought-stricken lives
So those who planted their crops in despair
Will shout hurrahs at the harvest,
So those who went off with heavy hearts
Will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.’ (Psalm 126.4-6)
I have been depressed lately. I was diagnosed with depression about five years ago. It was shortly after I became a Christian. Apparently, when I stripped away all the drugs and alcohol, I plummeted inside myself and became rather sad. I was blessed at the time with both a wonderful Christian mentor and a Christian doctor and they both were able to speak truth into my life. I felt as if I had done something wrong, as if I was not ‘saved’ enough. They were gentle but firm in telling me that rather than my drug use had caused my depression, it was more likely that my drug use was my way of medicating my depression. So, I had not ruined myself or my mental health entirely on my own.
‘But you, God, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you life my head high;
With all my might I shout up to God,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.’ (Psalm 3.3-4)
Well, that wonderful doctor started me on two medications, and I had been relatively fine since then. On occasion, I would become a little sad, but nothing I could not pray and wait out. Fast-forwarding to a couple of months ago, I asked my new doctor if I could experiment with a new anti-depressant that also was known to help with pain relief. We tried that, but it made me extremely tired, and so he took me off that medication. We decided to switch back to one of the old medications, but he left off the other one. Because I have never been thrilled with being on any medication, I thought I would just go with the one and see if I could remove some of my dependence on anti-depressants.
I started noticing the change a few weeks ago. At work, I would purposely hide from the populated parts of the building. At church, I would attempt to go in with blinders on, making as little small talk as possible. I have been avoiding a call to my mentor and best friend. I became more irritable with family, hollering at my kids with little provocation needed. I put my big plan with some friends on a writing project on hold without saying a word to them about it. When our family went to Kentucky, I found myself staying in our hotel room watching television rather than socializing with the other parents. I avoided Facebook and rather than bring a friend back her book I left it in her mailbox.
‘We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next.’ (Romans 5.3)
Throughout this, I attempted to pray. Perhaps it sounded more like muttering, groaning, and disparaging, but I tried to keep an open line with God. Finally, today, I went back to the doctor. We got the medications figured out to my satisfaction. I know the relief is not immediate, but I already feel a peace knowing this will soon start to pass. I also have the peace in knowing God is all right with my need for medications here on earth. I know it will not last forever.
‘God is a safe place to hide,
Ready to help when we need Him.
We stand fearless at the cliff-edge of doom,
Courageous in seastorm and earthquake,
Before the rush and roar of oceans,
The tremors that shift mountains.
God fights for us,
God-of-Angel-Armies protect us.’ (Psalm 46.1-3)
When I was in the hospital a year and a half ago in a coma, my mentor had many hundreds of people praying for my family and me. One man in particular stayed up all night and had some divine visions from the Lord. He was witness to a spectacular (his word) spiritual battle. According to him, the battle raged all night. Early the next morning, the Lord’s army was victorious. According to my husband and the doctors, I happened to stabilize for the first time the same time that morning as well.
‘But those who want the best for me,
Let them have the last word-a glad shout!-
And say over and over and over,
‘God is great-everything works
Together for good for His servant.’
I’ll tell the world how great and good you are,
I’ll shout hallelujah all day, every day.’ (Psalm 35.27-28)
I am grateful that other ‘real’ Christians surround me too. Ones that are not afraid to show the messiness of their own lives on occasion. To them I extend an apology and this writing as a confession of my own messiness. I am grateful to God for another way to demonstrate His glory.
‘Let me shout God’s name with a praising song,
Let me tell His greatness in a prayer of thanks.’ (Psalm 69.30)
Roar-
1 a: to utter or emit a full loud prolonged sound b: to sing or shout with full force
2: to proceed or rush with great noise or commotion
From the first posting on this blog, I made an oath to myself and my readers to be as open and honest as I needed to be in order to write the Truth. This posting will be no different.
When a friend commented that I had not posting lately, and that I had been posting sporadically at best, it affirmed the thoughts that had been mulling around in my head for a couple of weeks. If I wanted to be a writer that used her words to convey both the beauty and the messiness of being a child of the Redeemer, I would need to naked in those words. Not using my forum to recklessly put myself at danger or to reveal more than is necessary, but use the truth of my stories to demonstrate the sometimes messiness of living the Christian life while still bringing God glory. It is with this intent that I write about the thoughts I have been having lately.
‘And now, God, do it again-
Bring rains to our drought-stricken lives
So those who planted their crops in despair
Will shout hurrahs at the harvest,
So those who went off with heavy hearts
Will come home laughing, with armloads of blessing.’ (Psalm 126.4-6)
I have been depressed lately. I was diagnosed with depression about five years ago. It was shortly after I became a Christian. Apparently, when I stripped away all the drugs and alcohol, I plummeted inside myself and became rather sad. I was blessed at the time with both a wonderful Christian mentor and a Christian doctor and they both were able to speak truth into my life. I felt as if I had done something wrong, as if I was not ‘saved’ enough. They were gentle but firm in telling me that rather than my drug use had caused my depression, it was more likely that my drug use was my way of medicating my depression. So, I had not ruined myself or my mental health entirely on my own.
‘But you, God, shield me on all sides;
You ground my feet, you life my head high;
With all my might I shout up to God,
His answers thunder from the holy mountain.’ (Psalm 3.3-4)
Well, that wonderful doctor started me on two medications, and I had been relatively fine since then. On occasion, I would become a little sad, but nothing I could not pray and wait out. Fast-forwarding to a couple of months ago, I asked my new doctor if I could experiment with a new anti-depressant that also was known to help with pain relief. We tried that, but it made me extremely tired, and so he took me off that medication. We decided to switch back to one of the old medications, but he left off the other one. Because I have never been thrilled with being on any medication, I thought I would just go with the one and see if I could remove some of my dependence on anti-depressants.
I started noticing the change a few weeks ago. At work, I would purposely hide from the populated parts of the building. At church, I would attempt to go in with blinders on, making as little small talk as possible. I have been avoiding a call to my mentor and best friend. I became more irritable with family, hollering at my kids with little provocation needed. I put my big plan with some friends on a writing project on hold without saying a word to them about it. When our family went to Kentucky, I found myself staying in our hotel room watching television rather than socializing with the other parents. I avoided Facebook and rather than bring a friend back her book I left it in her mailbox.
‘We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next.’ (Romans 5.3)
Throughout this, I attempted to pray. Perhaps it sounded more like muttering, groaning, and disparaging, but I tried to keep an open line with God. Finally, today, I went back to the doctor. We got the medications figured out to my satisfaction. I know the relief is not immediate, but I already feel a peace knowing this will soon start to pass. I also have the peace in knowing God is all right with my need for medications here on earth. I know it will not last forever.
‘God is a safe place to hide,
Ready to help when we need Him.
We stand fearless at the cliff-edge of doom,
Courageous in seastorm and earthquake,
Before the rush and roar of oceans,
The tremors that shift mountains.
God fights for us,
God-of-Angel-Armies protect us.’ (Psalm 46.1-3)
When I was in the hospital a year and a half ago in a coma, my mentor had many hundreds of people praying for my family and me. One man in particular stayed up all night and had some divine visions from the Lord. He was witness to a spectacular (his word) spiritual battle. According to him, the battle raged all night. Early the next morning, the Lord’s army was victorious. According to my husband and the doctors, I happened to stabilize for the first time the same time that morning as well.
‘But those who want the best for me,
Let them have the last word-a glad shout!-
And say over and over and over,
‘God is great-everything works
Together for good for His servant.’
I’ll tell the world how great and good you are,
I’ll shout hallelujah all day, every day.’ (Psalm 35.27-28)
I am grateful that other ‘real’ Christians surround me too. Ones that are not afraid to show the messiness of their own lives on occasion. To them I extend an apology and this writing as a confession of my own messiness. I am grateful to God for another way to demonstrate His glory.
‘Let me shout God’s name with a praising song,
Let me tell His greatness in a prayer of thanks.’ (Psalm 69.30)
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
(sorry I’ve been gone a while…preoccupied with job search, forgot to trust God)
To exclaim
1: to cry out or speak in strong or sudden emotion
2: to speak loudly or vehemently
3: to utter sharply, passionately, or vehemently: proclaim
I am utterly addicted to music infomercials. You know the ones I mean; where two members from REO Speedwagon or Air Supply reminisce with their co-host about long-ago songs from years past. For a half-hour they’ll conjure up memories about this hit or that, saying coy phrases like, “Oh, remember when this song used to come on the radio and everybody would turn it up?”
Well I for one remember those days. I have been addicted to music my whole life. From a little girl dancing to her mother’s records (remember those?) to a mom dancing with her kids, I have deeply loved music. Of all kinds I might add. I went through a rock n’ roll, classic country, reggae, love song, classical, Grateful Dead, Prince, oldies, punk, alternative and Christian phase throughout my life. The only types of music I don’t like are polka and opera.
I also have a gift that assists my musical love affair. I have the uncanny ability to remember the lyrics of a song after I hear it the first time. So, when I hear a song that moves me, I never really forget it.
So, these infomercials were really designed for someone like me. They take me on an emotional roller coaster every single time they’re on television. So many songs will take me to a different place in my life; where I was, what I was doing, who I was with. If you were to be in the room with me during these pregnant commercials, you would definitely hear me exclaim. Sometimes rather loudly. This was certainly the case this past Saturday.
This was a new infomercial on the late-night circuit. It was, “Ultimate Rock Ballads.” Let me tell you, this was chock full of some great music! (If anyone wants to buy it for me, I wouldn’t be opposed). But it had the undesired effect of bringing back some memories I had stashed away.
Some of the music pointed straight at my teen years, when I was the most volatile. There was one particular relationship that was almost my undoing which could claim at least five songs on this particular set. There was a relationship in college that was one of my best (before my husband of course) that could claim at least two songs.
I started getting incredibly nostalgic, in a dangerous way. I thought about what life could have been like had I taken those roads to which those songs belonged. It’s easy to guess when there’s no knowledge of what life would have been like; no misbehaving kids, no overdue bills, no job stress. So, when I combined the songs with a ‘what might have been’ spirit, things became combustible. I went to bed that night sorrowful. All I could think about were the bad choices I had made, wrong decisions and mistakes that these songs had conjured up.
It was with this heart condition that I went to church on Sunday. My spiritual health wasn’t the best before the infomercial; still looking for a job, money crisis always overhead, all weighing heavily, top of mind. So the infomercial was just another straw on my back.
God is still in control of this situation, I will tell you that. My pastor has been in the book of Philippians for the past month, and it was there he remained on Sunday. And the verse he used for this particular sermon?
“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heaven-ward in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3.13-14
The allusion the writer Paul is using is a runner in a race. It makes a great word picture if you think about it. What runner is foolish enough to look behind her when she’s in a race for the finish line? Instead, the runner stays singularly focused on the finish line; heart pounding, pulse racing, knowing what glory is at the end.
And my end is Jesus. I know that like I know the words to these meaningless songs. Even better than that, because I know what Jesus has actually done in my life and continues to do everyday. Jesus is what has meaning, and those horrible decisions I made in the past? Gone. What might have been? Gone too.
Jesus saw all of my terrible choices and He forgave them. He knew how those choices would affect my walk with Him too, how He would use them to proclaim His glory. He has redeemed me as His precious daughter, clean and pure in His sight.
In the Bible, Paul was able to put all of his rotten past behind him. And he was guilty of murdering Christians in his past. But he knew Jesus had forgiven him, so he removed it from his line of sight. That’s what I want; because I know I have been forgiven too.
“My whole being will exclaim,
‘Who is like you, O Lord?’ (Psalm 35.10)
(I do still like the music though.)
To exclaim
1: to cry out or speak in strong or sudden emotion
2: to speak loudly or vehemently
3: to utter sharply, passionately, or vehemently: proclaim
I am utterly addicted to music infomercials. You know the ones I mean; where two members from REO Speedwagon or Air Supply reminisce with their co-host about long-ago songs from years past. For a half-hour they’ll conjure up memories about this hit or that, saying coy phrases like, “Oh, remember when this song used to come on the radio and everybody would turn it up?”
Well I for one remember those days. I have been addicted to music my whole life. From a little girl dancing to her mother’s records (remember those?) to a mom dancing with her kids, I have deeply loved music. Of all kinds I might add. I went through a rock n’ roll, classic country, reggae, love song, classical, Grateful Dead, Prince, oldies, punk, alternative and Christian phase throughout my life. The only types of music I don’t like are polka and opera.
I also have a gift that assists my musical love affair. I have the uncanny ability to remember the lyrics of a song after I hear it the first time. So, when I hear a song that moves me, I never really forget it.
So, these infomercials were really designed for someone like me. They take me on an emotional roller coaster every single time they’re on television. So many songs will take me to a different place in my life; where I was, what I was doing, who I was with. If you were to be in the room with me during these pregnant commercials, you would definitely hear me exclaim. Sometimes rather loudly. This was certainly the case this past Saturday.
This was a new infomercial on the late-night circuit. It was, “Ultimate Rock Ballads.” Let me tell you, this was chock full of some great music! (If anyone wants to buy it for me, I wouldn’t be opposed). But it had the undesired effect of bringing back some memories I had stashed away.
Some of the music pointed straight at my teen years, when I was the most volatile. There was one particular relationship that was almost my undoing which could claim at least five songs on this particular set. There was a relationship in college that was one of my best (before my husband of course) that could claim at least two songs.
I started getting incredibly nostalgic, in a dangerous way. I thought about what life could have been like had I taken those roads to which those songs belonged. It’s easy to guess when there’s no knowledge of what life would have been like; no misbehaving kids, no overdue bills, no job stress. So, when I combined the songs with a ‘what might have been’ spirit, things became combustible. I went to bed that night sorrowful. All I could think about were the bad choices I had made, wrong decisions and mistakes that these songs had conjured up.
It was with this heart condition that I went to church on Sunday. My spiritual health wasn’t the best before the infomercial; still looking for a job, money crisis always overhead, all weighing heavily, top of mind. So the infomercial was just another straw on my back.
God is still in control of this situation, I will tell you that. My pastor has been in the book of Philippians for the past month, and it was there he remained on Sunday. And the verse he used for this particular sermon?
“Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heaven-ward in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3.13-14
The allusion the writer Paul is using is a runner in a race. It makes a great word picture if you think about it. What runner is foolish enough to look behind her when she’s in a race for the finish line? Instead, the runner stays singularly focused on the finish line; heart pounding, pulse racing, knowing what glory is at the end.
And my end is Jesus. I know that like I know the words to these meaningless songs. Even better than that, because I know what Jesus has actually done in my life and continues to do everyday. Jesus is what has meaning, and those horrible decisions I made in the past? Gone. What might have been? Gone too.
Jesus saw all of my terrible choices and He forgave them. He knew how those choices would affect my walk with Him too, how He would use them to proclaim His glory. He has redeemed me as His precious daughter, clean and pure in His sight.
In the Bible, Paul was able to put all of his rotten past behind him. And he was guilty of murdering Christians in his past. But he knew Jesus had forgiven him, so he removed it from his line of sight. That’s what I want; because I know I have been forgiven too.
“My whole being will exclaim,
‘Who is like you, O Lord?’ (Psalm 35.10)
(I do still like the music though.)
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Oh to simply adore
1: to worship or honor as divine
2: to regard with loving admiration and devotion
3: to be very fond of
I will tell you someone who America, if not the world, adores these days. Her name is Oprah Winfrey. I remember her when she was just another struggling talk show host. My mom and I used to watch her; Oprah was an underground champion for us Chicagoans. She would compete against Phil Donahue (remember him?) and her shows would be about real issues, like divorce, abuse, women’s issues. In fact, she is credited with bring homosexual issues to the forefront of television.
Now she certainly does not struggle anymore. She regularly makes the top five in the Fortune 500 list of the world’s richest people. She has been noted in CNN and Time magazine as being ‘the world’s most influential woman.’ Her guests are top celebrities, artists, doctors and newsmakers. She has her ‘favorite things’ shows where she gives luxurious gifts to her entire audience. She recently had ‘Oprah’s Big Give’ where she had contestants give money to complete strangers in a benevolent fashion. She currently has over 22 million faithful viewers. Her website registers more than 70 million page views and more than six million users per month according to research websites.
Therefore, it comes as no small feat when a million people sign up for her latest endeavor; A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purposes book study. If you have been living in the dark, this is an online study done with Eckhart Tolle and Oprah based on the book Tolle wrote. It is a little difficult to describe this book, so let a female minister from Texas describe how the book and the study have influenced her. A New Earth has also shown Margit a different way of looking at Jesus Christ. "I've always tried to find a deeper inner connection with the purpose that Christ had here on earth," Margit says. "All my life, I thought it was just for him to die on the cross for my sins. But I now recognize that Jesus actually taught me Christ consciousness. To be fully human is to be Christ-like." Sounds a little different from the Jesus I know.
“But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent's cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ.” 2 Corinthians 11.3
The most unnerving part of this whole issue is how much blind trust people place in Oprah’s hands. Over the past weeks I have watched ‘testimonies’ from people who say how refreshing this course has been, how enlightening, how much more freeing than the Christianity they know. Oprah has a sway over people that few people in history has ever had.
Oprah says herself that to say that Jesus is the only way is extremely narrow-minded and judgmental. Here is a list of differences between ‘Old Spirituality’ (Jesus) and ‘New Spirituality’ (new-age theories espoused by Oprah and company. This list was found on Oprah’s website in answer to the question of whether these new teachings will mesh with people’s current religions.
Old spirituality
1. Who Has Authority? The hierarchy has the authority. Church authorities tell you how to worship in church and how to behave outside of church.
2. What Is Spirituality? God, and the path to worship Him, have already been defined. All you need to do is follow the directions.
3. What Is the Path to God? There is only one path. It is the right way and all other ways are wrong.
4. What Is Sacred? Parts of yourself—like the body, or ego, or emotions—are evil. Deny or transcend or sublimate them or they will lead you astray.
5. What Is the Truth? The truth is like a rock. Your understanding of it should never waver. Therefore ask the same questions and receive the same answers at all stages of life.
New Spirituality
1. Who Has Authority? You are your own best authority. As you work to know and love yourself, you discover how to live a spiritual life.
2. What Is Spirituality? You listen within for your own definition of spirituality. Your deeper longings are your compass on the search.
3. What Is the Path to God? Many paths lead to spiritual freedom and peace. You have a rich array of gems from which to draw illumination: the world's religious traditions; mythology; philosophy; psychology; healing methods; scientific wisdom; your own experience. String a necklace all your own.
4. What Is Sacred? Everything is sacred—your body, mind, psyche, heart, and soul. The world is sacred, too, with all of its light and darkness. Bring the exiled and unloved parts of yourself back into the fold.
5. What Is the Truth? The truth is like the horizon—forever ahead of you, forever changing its shape and color. Let your spiritual path change and diverge as you journey toward it. You live many lives in one lifetime. The truth accommodates your growth.
Enough of this. It makes my heart heavy and when I look at these ‘worshippers’ at the altar of delusion and confusion, I see something that scares me a little. I take heart that the Lord warned us of this through Paul. “For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear.” 2 Timothy 4.3
Is it filling something in some people that they need to hear? In this day, where everything is about the self, isn’t it time to find out that we are indeed Christ too?
We need to remember something so very exquisitely simple, “TASTE AND SEE THAT THE Lord IS GOOD; BLESSED IS THE ONE WHO TAKES REFUGE IN HIM.” Psalm 34.8
Christ’s message is so simple, but I am afraid that people are turned off because it sounds kind of judgmental and confusing. People do not want to hear that they are sinners. Nevertheless, the truth is-we are. However, God is good. He is so good that He forgives us our sins. Let me ponder this, if I am my own Christ, do I have to forgive myself? And who helps me not to do it again?
Yours, O LORD, is the greatness, the power, the glory, the victory, and the majesty. Everything in the heavens and on earth is yours, O LORD, and this is your kingdom. We adore you as the one who is over all things. 1 Chronicles 29.11
I do not know about you, but I do not want to draw my spirituality from mythology; I do not want my truth to be constantly changing. I want my truth to be a solid foundation I can walk upon, and trust it will still be there. I pray this week that you will think about this and do some praying to Someone outside of you. He is listening and He loves you.
1: to worship or honor as divine
2: to regard with loving admiration and devotion
3: to be very fond of
I will tell you someone who America, if not the world, adores these days. Her name is Oprah Winfrey. I remember her when she was just another struggling talk show host. My mom and I used to watch her; Oprah was an underground champion for us Chicagoans. She would compete against Phil Donahue (remember him?) and her shows would be about real issues, like divorce, abuse, women’s issues. In fact, she is credited with bring homosexual issues to the forefront of television.
Now she certainly does not struggle anymore. She regularly makes the top five in the Fortune 500 list of the world’s richest people. She has been noted in CNN and Time magazine as being ‘the world’s most influential woman.’ Her guests are top celebrities, artists, doctors and newsmakers. She has her ‘favorite things’ shows where she gives luxurious gifts to her entire audience. She recently had ‘Oprah’s Big Give’ where she had contestants give money to complete strangers in a benevolent fashion. She currently has over 22 million faithful viewers. Her website registers more than 70 million page views and more than six million users per month according to research websites.
Therefore, it comes as no small feat when a million people sign up for her latest endeavor; A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purposes book study. If you have been living in the dark, this is an online study done with Eckhart Tolle and Oprah based on the book Tolle wrote. It is a little difficult to describe this book, so let a female minister from Texas describe how the book and the study have influenced her. A New Earth has also shown Margit a different way of looking at Jesus Christ. "I've always tried to find a deeper inner connection with the purpose that Christ had here on earth," Margit says. "All my life, I thought it was just for him to die on the cross for my sins. But I now recognize that Jesus actually taught me Christ consciousness. To be fully human is to be Christ-like." Sounds a little different from the Jesus I know.
“But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent's cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ.” 2 Corinthians 11.3
The most unnerving part of this whole issue is how much blind trust people place in Oprah’s hands. Over the past weeks I have watched ‘testimonies’ from people who say how refreshing this course has been, how enlightening, how much more freeing than the Christianity they know. Oprah has a sway over people that few people in history has ever had.
Oprah says herself that to say that Jesus is the only way is extremely narrow-minded and judgmental. Here is a list of differences between ‘Old Spirituality’ (Jesus) and ‘New Spirituality’ (new-age theories espoused by Oprah and company. This list was found on Oprah’s website in answer to the question of whether these new teachings will mesh with people’s current religions.
Old spirituality
1. Who Has Authority? The hierarchy has the authority. Church authorities tell you how to worship in church and how to behave outside of church.
2. What Is Spirituality? God, and the path to worship Him, have already been defined. All you need to do is follow the directions.
3. What Is the Path to God? There is only one path. It is the right way and all other ways are wrong.
4. What Is Sacred? Parts of yourself—like the body, or ego, or emotions—are evil. Deny or transcend or sublimate them or they will lead you astray.
5. What Is the Truth? The truth is like a rock. Your understanding of it should never waver. Therefore ask the same questions and receive the same answers at all stages of life.
New Spirituality
1. Who Has Authority? You are your own best authority. As you work to know and love yourself, you discover how to live a spiritual life.
2. What Is Spirituality? You listen within for your own definition of spirituality. Your deeper longings are your compass on the search.
3. What Is the Path to God? Many paths lead to spiritual freedom and peace. You have a rich array of gems from which to draw illumination: the world's religious traditions; mythology; philosophy; psychology; healing methods; scientific wisdom; your own experience. String a necklace all your own.
4. What Is Sacred? Everything is sacred—your body, mind, psyche, heart, and soul. The world is sacred, too, with all of its light and darkness. Bring the exiled and unloved parts of yourself back into the fold.
5. What Is the Truth? The truth is like the horizon—forever ahead of you, forever changing its shape and color. Let your spiritual path change and diverge as you journey toward it. You live many lives in one lifetime. The truth accommodates your growth.
Enough of this. It makes my heart heavy and when I look at these ‘worshippers’ at the altar of delusion and confusion, I see something that scares me a little. I take heart that the Lord warned us of this through Paul. “For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear.” 2 Timothy 4.3
Is it filling something in some people that they need to hear? In this day, where everything is about the self, isn’t it time to find out that we are indeed Christ too?
We need to remember something so very exquisitely simple, “TASTE AND SEE THAT THE Lord IS GOOD; BLESSED IS THE ONE WHO TAKES REFUGE IN HIM.” Psalm 34.8
Christ’s message is so simple, but I am afraid that people are turned off because it sounds kind of judgmental and confusing. People do not want to hear that they are sinners. Nevertheless, the truth is-we are. However, God is good. He is so good that He forgives us our sins. Let me ponder this, if I am my own Christ, do I have to forgive myself? And who helps me not to do it again?
Yours, O LORD, is the greatness, the power, the glory, the victory, and the majesty. Everything in the heavens and on earth is yours, O LORD, and this is your kingdom. We adore you as the one who is over all things. 1 Chronicles 29.11
I do not know about you, but I do not want to draw my spirituality from mythology; I do not want my truth to be constantly changing. I want my truth to be a solid foundation I can walk upon, and trust it will still be there. I pray this week that you will think about this and do some praying to Someone outside of you. He is listening and He loves you.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Hum…
1. To give forth an indistinct sound of mingled voices or noises
2. An inarticulate sound uttered in contemplation
I have to say; this is a tough word to work with. Most of the definitions contained the word ‘hum’ in them. I contemplated skipping over this word, but I knew my conscience would bother me. So, here goes.
My daughter loves to hum. She is constantly humming some made up song. We can hear her coming and going, all through the house. It drives her brother nuts. It is sweet to me, like a bird, or Snow White, living in my home. I especially like the fact that she does not hum songs she has heard. Rather, she makes them up as she goes, to fit her mood and her surroundings.
I do not hum. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I get annoying lyrics stuck in my head that I cannot get out and I have to make some noise to get them out. However, I do have something like a hum going on in my head most of the time. Now wait, I do not mean like a crazy, buzzing noise. The hum I have is from a constant barrage of sights and sounds and thoughts occurring together.
I meet with a precious group of teenage girls every week. They are girls who have had their share of problems in their young lives, and still deal with these problems on a daily basis. The weight of most of these girls’ worlds is heavy and most of them have to carry it themselves. I can say I hear a distinct hum from God while I am around these girls. The hum impresses on me how much He loves them. How much His heart aches for them. How He wants to love them through me. I operate on that hum when I am with them.
Friday is the Jewish holiday of Purim. Here is how one website describes the holiday; On Purim, Jews today remember how Esther saved the Jews of Persia from annihilation, as recorded in the Biblical Book of Esther. In general, Purim celebrates Jewish survival. Despite the plans of others to persecute and even annihilate Jews in the past, the Jewish People has survived for approximately 4,000 years.
Well, the evil villain in the book of Esther is named Haman. He was the one out to destroy the Jews. Whenever the name Haman is said during the telling of the story, the Jewish people will shake noisemakers. Another custom is to write the name Haman on the soles of their shoes and stomp their feet until the name is erased. The custom of making a noise (booing or hissing) when Haman’s name is mentioned is very ancient and widespread.
Well, the holiday is a festive and celebratory one. I would definitely say that the Jewish people hum during the holiday of Purim. Perhaps it does not sound like humming the way we would think of it, but it fits my definition above. It is certainly an indistinct sound of mingled voices or noises. It rises up to God in thanksgiving of deliverance by His hand. It rises up to curse the evil one and praise the God on high.
Do we hum? Do we stop and think about God’s deliverances in our lives? Maybe ours are not as memorable as being saved from the hands of genocide, but I think we could all think of one. At the very least, every time we wake up He has delivered us from death throughout the night. Do we take that for granted? I know I often do. I move on to start my hectic day and forget that I was given that day. I need to take time out to hum more. I need to make sounds of thanksgiving to the Lord for every little think He delivers me from and blesses me with.
"What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God! To announce your love each daybreak, sing your faithful presence all through the night." Psalm 92.1-2
Do you hum?
1. To give forth an indistinct sound of mingled voices or noises
2. An inarticulate sound uttered in contemplation
I have to say; this is a tough word to work with. Most of the definitions contained the word ‘hum’ in them. I contemplated skipping over this word, but I knew my conscience would bother me. So, here goes.
My daughter loves to hum. She is constantly humming some made up song. We can hear her coming and going, all through the house. It drives her brother nuts. It is sweet to me, like a bird, or Snow White, living in my home. I especially like the fact that she does not hum songs she has heard. Rather, she makes them up as she goes, to fit her mood and her surroundings.
I do not hum. Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I get annoying lyrics stuck in my head that I cannot get out and I have to make some noise to get them out. However, I do have something like a hum going on in my head most of the time. Now wait, I do not mean like a crazy, buzzing noise. The hum I have is from a constant barrage of sights and sounds and thoughts occurring together.
I meet with a precious group of teenage girls every week. They are girls who have had their share of problems in their young lives, and still deal with these problems on a daily basis. The weight of most of these girls’ worlds is heavy and most of them have to carry it themselves. I can say I hear a distinct hum from God while I am around these girls. The hum impresses on me how much He loves them. How much His heart aches for them. How He wants to love them through me. I operate on that hum when I am with them.
Friday is the Jewish holiday of Purim. Here is how one website describes the holiday; On Purim, Jews today remember how Esther saved the Jews of Persia from annihilation, as recorded in the Biblical Book of Esther. In general, Purim celebrates Jewish survival. Despite the plans of others to persecute and even annihilate Jews in the past, the Jewish People has survived for approximately 4,000 years.
Well, the evil villain in the book of Esther is named Haman. He was the one out to destroy the Jews. Whenever the name Haman is said during the telling of the story, the Jewish people will shake noisemakers. Another custom is to write the name Haman on the soles of their shoes and stomp their feet until the name is erased. The custom of making a noise (booing or hissing) when Haman’s name is mentioned is very ancient and widespread.
Well, the holiday is a festive and celebratory one. I would definitely say that the Jewish people hum during the holiday of Purim. Perhaps it does not sound like humming the way we would think of it, but it fits my definition above. It is certainly an indistinct sound of mingled voices or noises. It rises up to God in thanksgiving of deliverance by His hand. It rises up to curse the evil one and praise the God on high.
Do we hum? Do we stop and think about God’s deliverances in our lives? Maybe ours are not as memorable as being saved from the hands of genocide, but I think we could all think of one. At the very least, every time we wake up He has delivered us from death throughout the night. Do we take that for granted? I know I often do. I move on to start my hectic day and forget that I was given that day. I need to take time out to hum more. I need to make sounds of thanksgiving to the Lord for every little think He delivers me from and blesses me with.
"What a beautiful thing, God, to give thanks, to sing an anthem to you, the High God! To announce your love each daybreak, sing your faithful presence all through the night." Psalm 92.1-2
Do you hum?
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I have been pondering
1: to weigh in the mind
2: to think about: reflect on
3: to think or consider especially quietly, soberly, and deeply
As my relationship with Jesus continues, I have begun to notice a pattern. When certain subjects or events continue to occur in rapid succession, He is trying to tell me something. For example, when He wanted me to focus on my relationships, all the devotionals, scripture passages and books I came across had to do with relationships.
So I caught on quickly when a pattern started to emerge. It started with a book. I was on my quarterly book-buying mission for my church when I came across a cover that intrigued me. I became a Christian and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. I love that title. Either it was the title, or God’s nudging, or both that led me to buy the book.
I have to tell you that I ate that book. Not literally of course, but I felt consumed by the book. I wrote a little about it last time. It is by a pastor named Vince Antonucci. He described a Christian that I saw when I looked in a mirror. When I became a Christian, I bought a Christian tee shirt, necklace, Bible and Bible cover, bracelet, CDs, books, bumper stickers and wall hangings. I was set. I also settled into trying as hard as I could to being the best following of Christ I could be. But I still struggled with knowing that Jesus loved me.
Mr. Antonucci writes, “The problem is that I struggled to feel loved by Jesus. And not feeling loved by Jesus created distance between us. It led to an inability to develop intimacy, to an unwillingness to abide. I was just in a cordial relationship with him. I was his employee and his buddy, but I didn’t feel like the one Jesus loved.” (39)
So, as I have been pondering what I read about abiding in his book, other things have come up. I cannot begin to sum up his thoughts on abiding, but here is a blurb: “And so abiding is about living in the presence of: it’s about depending on, it’s about trusting in, it’s about communicating with.” (82)
“Help me to understand these things inside and out so I can ponder your miracle-wonders.” Psalm 119.27
So, I met with my pastor about teaching this book in a Sunday School class, because I believe the whole world should read this book, and he said he has an idea. He’s been reading a book entitled, I’m Fine with God, It’s Christians I Can’t Stand. Basically, it is about how Christians misrepresent ourselves to the world and give us all a bad name. By making crappy movies and telling everyone what we are against, they are turning people off from Christianity and making our message the wrong one.
So, here is my pondering in a nutshell. Or a watermelon to be more accurate. As many of you who have been reading this blog for a while know, my life was in the toilet when Christ called me. I had a drug problem, a cheating problem, and a complete lack of responsibility problem. Before I became a Christian, I wanted the local Christian radio station pulled off the air because it interrupted my scan on my car stereo. But when Christ said my name, I never once stopped to think, ‘but what about those awful Christians who make bad movies, or who insulate themselves from the world?’ All I could do was run to Christ for dear life and cry.
“Oh how I love all you’ve revealed; I reverently ponder it all the day long.” Psalm 119.97
However, I was lead all over the place when I got around other Christians. I found out that we were supposed to be against homosexuals. We were supposed to reject Halloween. We should avoid secular music, movies and books at all cost. WHAT?@?
So, I ponder these things now. Do I think Christians should be secret agents for Jesus? Yes. Especially in these days when we have this current world to live in. But, do I think anything will stop a person who Christ is truly calling? I don’t think so. All of the arguments against Jesus vanished for me. The day after, I was searching for that same Christian radio station I wanted off the air because I somehow knew they could help me in my journey.
What I especially need to ponder is ‘what now?’ I am working on a book about my life before and after Christ. I pray that it will speak to people who think for whatever reason that they are too tarnished for Jesus. I believe I need to stick closely to the love I experienced when Jesus spoke to me the first time. And that will safeguard me from being a Christian people cannot stand.
“Look up at the skies, ponder the earth under your feet. The skies will fade out like smoke, the earth will wear out like work pants, and the people will die off like flies. But my salvation will last forever, my setting-things-right will never be obsolete.” Isaiah 51.6
1: to weigh in the mind
2: to think about: reflect on
3: to think or consider especially quietly, soberly, and deeply
As my relationship with Jesus continues, I have begun to notice a pattern. When certain subjects or events continue to occur in rapid succession, He is trying to tell me something. For example, when He wanted me to focus on my relationships, all the devotionals, scripture passages and books I came across had to do with relationships.
So I caught on quickly when a pattern started to emerge. It started with a book. I was on my quarterly book-buying mission for my church when I came across a cover that intrigued me. I became a Christian and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. I love that title. Either it was the title, or God’s nudging, or both that led me to buy the book.
I have to tell you that I ate that book. Not literally of course, but I felt consumed by the book. I wrote a little about it last time. It is by a pastor named Vince Antonucci. He described a Christian that I saw when I looked in a mirror. When I became a Christian, I bought a Christian tee shirt, necklace, Bible and Bible cover, bracelet, CDs, books, bumper stickers and wall hangings. I was set. I also settled into trying as hard as I could to being the best following of Christ I could be. But I still struggled with knowing that Jesus loved me.
Mr. Antonucci writes, “The problem is that I struggled to feel loved by Jesus. And not feeling loved by Jesus created distance between us. It led to an inability to develop intimacy, to an unwillingness to abide. I was just in a cordial relationship with him. I was his employee and his buddy, but I didn’t feel like the one Jesus loved.” (39)
So, as I have been pondering what I read about abiding in his book, other things have come up. I cannot begin to sum up his thoughts on abiding, but here is a blurb: “And so abiding is about living in the presence of: it’s about depending on, it’s about trusting in, it’s about communicating with.” (82)
“Help me to understand these things inside and out so I can ponder your miracle-wonders.” Psalm 119.27
So, I met with my pastor about teaching this book in a Sunday School class, because I believe the whole world should read this book, and he said he has an idea. He’s been reading a book entitled, I’m Fine with God, It’s Christians I Can’t Stand. Basically, it is about how Christians misrepresent ourselves to the world and give us all a bad name. By making crappy movies and telling everyone what we are against, they are turning people off from Christianity and making our message the wrong one.
So, here is my pondering in a nutshell. Or a watermelon to be more accurate. As many of you who have been reading this blog for a while know, my life was in the toilet when Christ called me. I had a drug problem, a cheating problem, and a complete lack of responsibility problem. Before I became a Christian, I wanted the local Christian radio station pulled off the air because it interrupted my scan on my car stereo. But when Christ said my name, I never once stopped to think, ‘but what about those awful Christians who make bad movies, or who insulate themselves from the world?’ All I could do was run to Christ for dear life and cry.
“Oh how I love all you’ve revealed; I reverently ponder it all the day long.” Psalm 119.97
However, I was lead all over the place when I got around other Christians. I found out that we were supposed to be against homosexuals. We were supposed to reject Halloween. We should avoid secular music, movies and books at all cost. WHAT?@?
So, I ponder these things now. Do I think Christians should be secret agents for Jesus? Yes. Especially in these days when we have this current world to live in. But, do I think anything will stop a person who Christ is truly calling? I don’t think so. All of the arguments against Jesus vanished for me. The day after, I was searching for that same Christian radio station I wanted off the air because I somehow knew they could help me in my journey.
What I especially need to ponder is ‘what now?’ I am working on a book about my life before and after Christ. I pray that it will speak to people who think for whatever reason that they are too tarnished for Jesus. I believe I need to stick closely to the love I experienced when Jesus spoke to me the first time. And that will safeguard me from being a Christian people cannot stand.
“Look up at the skies, ponder the earth under your feet. The skies will fade out like smoke, the earth will wear out like work pants, and the people will die off like flies. But my salvation will last forever, my setting-things-right will never be obsolete.” Isaiah 51.6
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Oh, to linger
1. To remain or stay on in a place longer than is usual or expected, as if from reluctance to leave
2. To dwell in contemplation, thought or enjoyment
3. To pass (time, life, etc) in a leisurely manner
There are several places where I like to linger. Anywhere with my nose stuck in a good book is one place. I can get caught up in a well-written book, especially if I can’t tell how it will end within the first ten pages. Another place I like to linger is outside, in a solitary place, when the wind is blowing just slightly, the temperature is about 70ยบ and it is partly cloudy. Another place I love to linger is in my comfortable bed, with the covers all tousled about me, with my pillow in just the right position under my head.
Unfortunately, I do not get as much time in any of these places as I would like. I have to move about, running from one tedious task to another. I have to run off to work, run off to the store to do yet another errand to get something, run home to meet the kids to take them somewhere. It gets to the point where I am in the middle of a task thinking about the next time I’ll get a free moment to myself to linger somewhere I’m happy. I have made a date with myself to go to the Art Institute for about three weeks now.
Not to mention all the running, but I am also frantically looking for a job. My job ‘expires’ in a few months, and not only that, but I do not bring in enough money anyhow. I keep praying, waiting for God to point me in a direction, but I have yet to hear anything. All I can seem to sense is that He wants me to write, but I need to be paid for that too. I cannot linger in my current job situation for long.
So, you would wonder, is my spiritual life like this too? Yup, you bet. When I am with the Lord, I could stay there forever. When I am worshipping in church on Sunday, and we sing a song that takes me right to God’s altar, I love to linger. When I am praying, and I can sense God’s presence, I would love to linger there forever.
I am reading a book titled, I became a Christian, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. Let me repeat an excerpt that I really appreciated.
“I need to look for flickers of God in unexpected places. The ancient Celtics believed in what they called ‘thin places.’ These are places where the natural and supernatural worlds come together at their narrowest, with only a thin veil between them. When you’re in a thin place you’re able to catch a glimpse of God, and it becomes easier to sense his presence.”
I had an opportunity to experience a ‘thin place’ this past weekend. My son and I went to church by ourselves; my daughter was out of town and my husband was sleeping (he worked all night). My son is seven, and he really likes to sing. Well, we began singing “Your Name.” Here are a few lines from the song:
Your Name
Your Name is a strong and mighty tower
Your Name is a shelter like no other
Your Name, let the nations sing it louder
'Cause nothing has the power to save
But Your Name
Every time we sang the words ‘your name,’ my son got louder. When we sang, ‘sing it louder,’ he did. We repeated this chorus three or four times, and each time it seemed my son was a bit louder. I snuck a peek around and people had smiles on their faces. After the song was over, I leaned over and said in a whisper, “Maybe you could sing a little softer.” He looked at me, and then asked, “Why, are you embarrassed?” The arrow pierced my heart immediately. I quickly said no, and then told him he could worship the Lord however he wanted to. The next song, he was right back at it. And all I could do was thank God for lending me a son who loved Jesus with all his heart and wanted to pour his love back to his Creator. That was indeed a thin place. I need more thin places in my life.
"We're in no hurry, God. We're content to linger in the path sign-posted with your decisions. Who you are and what you've done are all we'll ever want." Isaiah 26.8
If I do indeed have the Holy Spirit living inside of me, which I do, then I have the ability to tap into His strength. His strength can help me linger where I belong. I need to linger in moments like this Sunday with my son. I need to linger when I am writing these postings and I sense God nodding His head. I need to linger with God at every moment of every day.
There was a man of God named Frank Laubach. I could write another thousand words about him, but here is what I want to focus on now. Frank devoted his life to focusing on God. He devoted himself to looking for God and listening to God throughout each moment of every day. He wrote in his journal, “Can I bring the Lord back in my mind flow every few seconds so that God shall always be in my mind? I choose to make the rest of my life an experiment in answering this question.”
Frank knew what it meant to linger. Do I? Do you?
1. To remain or stay on in a place longer than is usual or expected, as if from reluctance to leave
2. To dwell in contemplation, thought or enjoyment
3. To pass (time, life, etc) in a leisurely manner
There are several places where I like to linger. Anywhere with my nose stuck in a good book is one place. I can get caught up in a well-written book, especially if I can’t tell how it will end within the first ten pages. Another place I like to linger is outside, in a solitary place, when the wind is blowing just slightly, the temperature is about 70ยบ and it is partly cloudy. Another place I love to linger is in my comfortable bed, with the covers all tousled about me, with my pillow in just the right position under my head.
Unfortunately, I do not get as much time in any of these places as I would like. I have to move about, running from one tedious task to another. I have to run off to work, run off to the store to do yet another errand to get something, run home to meet the kids to take them somewhere. It gets to the point where I am in the middle of a task thinking about the next time I’ll get a free moment to myself to linger somewhere I’m happy. I have made a date with myself to go to the Art Institute for about three weeks now.
Not to mention all the running, but I am also frantically looking for a job. My job ‘expires’ in a few months, and not only that, but I do not bring in enough money anyhow. I keep praying, waiting for God to point me in a direction, but I have yet to hear anything. All I can seem to sense is that He wants me to write, but I need to be paid for that too. I cannot linger in my current job situation for long.
So, you would wonder, is my spiritual life like this too? Yup, you bet. When I am with the Lord, I could stay there forever. When I am worshipping in church on Sunday, and we sing a song that takes me right to God’s altar, I love to linger. When I am praying, and I can sense God’s presence, I would love to linger there forever.
I am reading a book titled, I became a Christian, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. Let me repeat an excerpt that I really appreciated.
“I need to look for flickers of God in unexpected places. The ancient Celtics believed in what they called ‘thin places.’ These are places where the natural and supernatural worlds come together at their narrowest, with only a thin veil between them. When you’re in a thin place you’re able to catch a glimpse of God, and it becomes easier to sense his presence.”
I had an opportunity to experience a ‘thin place’ this past weekend. My son and I went to church by ourselves; my daughter was out of town and my husband was sleeping (he worked all night). My son is seven, and he really likes to sing. Well, we began singing “Your Name.” Here are a few lines from the song:
Your Name
Your Name is a strong and mighty tower
Your Name is a shelter like no other
Your Name, let the nations sing it louder
'Cause nothing has the power to save
But Your Name
Every time we sang the words ‘your name,’ my son got louder. When we sang, ‘sing it louder,’ he did. We repeated this chorus three or four times, and each time it seemed my son was a bit louder. I snuck a peek around and people had smiles on their faces. After the song was over, I leaned over and said in a whisper, “Maybe you could sing a little softer.” He looked at me, and then asked, “Why, are you embarrassed?” The arrow pierced my heart immediately. I quickly said no, and then told him he could worship the Lord however he wanted to. The next song, he was right back at it. And all I could do was thank God for lending me a son who loved Jesus with all his heart and wanted to pour his love back to his Creator. That was indeed a thin place. I need more thin places in my life.
"We're in no hurry, God. We're content to linger in the path sign-posted with your decisions. Who you are and what you've done are all we'll ever want." Isaiah 26.8
If I do indeed have the Holy Spirit living inside of me, which I do, then I have the ability to tap into His strength. His strength can help me linger where I belong. I need to linger in moments like this Sunday with my son. I need to linger when I am writing these postings and I sense God nodding His head. I need to linger with God at every moment of every day.
There was a man of God named Frank Laubach. I could write another thousand words about him, but here is what I want to focus on now. Frank devoted his life to focusing on God. He devoted himself to looking for God and listening to God throughout each moment of every day. He wrote in his journal, “Can I bring the Lord back in my mind flow every few seconds so that God shall always be in my mind? I choose to make the rest of my life an experiment in answering this question.”
Frank knew what it meant to linger. Do I? Do you?
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