tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296840152024-03-07T18:36:52.975-06:00Love WellWatch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life. ~ {Proverbs 4:23}Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-34143910270256689872018-01-24T15:19:00.004-06:002018-01-24T15:25:37.583-06:00How to Discourage Women Leaders in the Church<span style="font-size: x-small;">This is a satirical re-write of <a href="https://www.thegospelcoalition.org/article/how-to-discourage-artists-in-the-church/" target="_blank">this post from The Gospel Coalition</a>. As I re-read the original post today, I was struck by how applicable it is to the discussion about women in leadership in the church. I began this re-write by simply replacing all instances of the word “artist” in the article with the words “women leaders.” I made a few other modifications and omitted some sections, but the bulk of the article is taken from the original, word-for-word. Please note that all of the quotations below have been modified from their original, and should not be attributed as written to the individuals quoted. </span><br />
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Many Christian women leaders live between two strange worlds. Their faith in Christ seems odd to many of their friends in the leadership community—almost as odd as their calling as women leaders seems to some of their friends at church. Yet Christian women called to write, teach, preach, lead, and disciple have extraordinary opportunities to honor God in their daily work and to bear witness to the grace, beauty, and truth of the gospel. How can pastors (and churches) encourage Christian women with leadership gifts in their dual calling as Christian women leaders?<br />
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As a pastor and college president, I have made a sad discovery: women are not always affirmed in the life of the local church. We need a general rediscovery of the role of women in the context of the church. This is badly needed because gender issues are in focus at the leading edge of culture.<br />
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In this article, I am taking a fresh and somewhat contrarian approach by seeking to answer the question, “How do you discourage women leaders in the church?”<br />
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In preparation, I asked some friends for their answers to my question: an actor, a sculptor, a jazz singer, a photographer. They are not whiners, but they gave me an earful (and said that it was kind of fun).<br />
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Here is my non-exhaustive list of ways that churches can discourage their women leaders (and some quotes from my friends).<br />
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<b>Treat women as a window dressing for the truth</b> rather than a window into God’s character. See the role of women as merely decorative or entertaining, not serious and life-changing. “'Humor' Women leaders by 'allowing' them to work in less visible ministry areas, or some forgotten, invisible corner with no influence over the direction of the church, where it can be 'decoration,'” David Hooker told me.<br />
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<b>Embrace mistreatment of women</b>. Tolerate low standards of honor toward all women. Only value women that are totally accessible, not difficult or challenging. Value input from women that is sentimental, that doesn't take risks, that doesn't give offense, that people immediately “get.”<br />
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<b>Value women leaders only for their traditionally feminine gifts</b>, not for the other contributions they can make to the life of the church. See them in one dimension, not as whole persons. Specifically, discount women leaders for leadership roles because they are too female, are not male, do not have a Y chromosome.<br />
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<b>Demand women leaders to unquestioningly submit to male leadership</b> in their work, and never raise questions or challenge the positions of that authority.<br />
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<b>Never pay women leaders for their work</b>. Expect that they will volunteer their service, without recognizing their calling or believing that they are workers worthy of their hire. (Or, pay them disproportionately lower wages than their male counterparts.)<br />
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When you ask them to serve, <b>tell them what to do and also how to do it</b>. Don't leave room for the creative process. Discourage improvisation; give women leaders a AAA road map.<br />
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<b>Idolize family success</b>. Add to the burden women leaders already feel by only validating the calling of women leaders who are wives and mothers.<br />
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I could go on. Here are some more ways to discourage women leaders in the church:<br />
•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Not setting reasonable boundaries.<br />
•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Not allowing women leaders to experience creative freedom.<br />
•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Asking the input of women leaders and deciding not to use it without an explanation.<br />
•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Not giving women leaders the gift of real listening.<br />
•<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Not preaching and teaching the unadulterated gospel of Jesus Christ.<br />
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But the last item on my list is, in general, <b>make women leaders not feel fully at home in the church</b>. Most of the items on my list reflect a failure to understand women and to let women be women as a creative expression of the diversity of God's creation. This is a crushing burden because women leaders already know that as Christians they will not be fully at home in the world of women's rights advocacy —they don't worship its idols or believe its lies. N. T. Wright comments:<br />
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In my experience the Christian woman is regularly regarded as something of a curiosity, to be tolerated, humoured even, maybe even allowed to put on a show once in a while. But the idea that they are, or could be, anything more than that—that they have a vocation to re-imagine and re-express the beauty of God, to lift our sights and change our vision of reality—is often not even considered.</blockquote>
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So will you make a home for Christians called to be women leaders?<br />
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Please do what you can to accommodate them, because they are pointing us toward eternity.<br />
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Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-22938736273370599762016-02-09T22:20:00.000-06:002016-02-19T15:51:39.647-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ladies, if you are considering fasting during Lent (the season before Easter, starting this week on the day known as Ash Wednesday) but you haven’t yet decided what to fast, I have a suggestion for your consideration: Fast from makeup.</div>
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This isn’t the right choice for everyone, but for some of you maybe? Hear me out (especially if the thought of going without makeup for 6 weeks makes you nervous, or you think it would be too hard. If that’s your reaction, this may be for you…)</div>
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I bring it up because the very first time I fasted for Lent, I gave up makeup and the experience transformed my life, no exaggeration.</div>
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Before I gave up makeup for those 6 weeks, I was bound to the habit of wearing makeup daily. My self-worth and sense of belonging were tied up in my appearance (sadly, so common in our culture.) I wanted to be thought of as attractive, and I didn’t think I was pretty without makeup. I liked the way that makeup made me look, but I didn’t like my face much without it and I was pretty sure that no one else did either. Since I thought makeup made me look better, it made me feel better about myself too. Unfortunately, that had the negative effect of eroding my confidence and acceptance of my natural, unenhanced face. In college I would not leave my dorm room without makeup – at minimum I wore foundation, mascara, and lipstick daily, no matter what.</div>
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I was challenged one day when I heard/felt God “whisper” in my heart, “I like your face. I made it just for you. Who gets to decide that you’re beautiful? Doesn’t my vote count more than a stranger’s?” I knew that deep down, I really didn’t care if God called me beautiful. I wanted to know what other people thought, and I wanted to do whatever was necessary in order to see something appealing when I looked in the mirror. If that is where you’re at, I want to encourage you to consider making room to embrace a different perspective for a season.</div>
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Throughout the 6 weeks that I went without makeup, I learned a lot about myself, and I learned even more about God’s heart for me. It was a spiritual fast not just because I stopped doing/using/eating something, but because I intentionally used the tension of that change as fuel for prayer.</div>
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When I felt self-conscious, I would pray and ask God to show me how He sees me. When I found myself worrying excessively about my appearance, I prayed that I would know who God created me to be from the inside out, and I’d read scriptures about my identity as one who has been created for a purpose. When I looked in the mirror, I declared the truth of bible verses like “Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.” And “The Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” During the morning when I normally would spend time doing my makeup, I did spirit-nourishing things instead, like reading my bible, praying, singing, or other things that filled me up and helped me connect with God. I have never been the same.</div>
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I’m certainly not saying that there’s anything wrong with makeup. I still wear it when I have time and feel like it. It’s fun. I still like the way I look with makeup on. But I don’t fight against my face anymore. I’m not obsessed with looking my best all the time. (I also no longer define “looking my best” according to external beauty norms.) If I don’t have time for makeup or don’t feel like wearing it, I just don’t. And it’s totally fine. You might like my face better with makeup, but you know what? All due respect, I really don’t care what you think about the physical attractiveness of my face or lack thereof (though I hope my face reflects to you kindness, gentleness, and compassion).</div>
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If you want to know more about my journey with all this, I’m happy to share. I just wanted to put it out there as food for thought. I know my perspective is different than a lot of people. Maybe some of you never struggled with the issues that I did, and you can wear makeup with none of the unhealthy thought patterns that I described. That’s awesome! Be free! But if someone out there is in the place where I once was, I just want to reach out a tender hand and gently say “Come out here in the light. We want to see you. The real you. You are beautiful!”</div>
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-20077633738435532322015-06-17T14:26:00.000-05:002015-06-17T19:12:51.001-05:00Snake skin: an unexpected spiritual metaphor<div class="MsoNormal">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PPkUIB28I0kqgeF4KWMPo_T89kWPvbQn_jK7O3dIy0_rXFVlbx7yWPA1ddjnG1GUaLy6OR0jx7bPOK9US2Yj9w2xyk-aBhpdpE2eW41kQxDClGnkWA4FXVdUAHLnb2i881KmbQ/s1600/ssssssnake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PPkUIB28I0kqgeF4KWMPo_T89kWPvbQn_jK7O3dIy0_rXFVlbx7yWPA1ddjnG1GUaLy6OR0jx7bPOK9US2Yj9w2xyk-aBhpdpE2eW41kQxDClGnkWA4FXVdUAHLnb2i881KmbQ/s200/ssssssnake.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">While on
my run on Monday, I found this snake skin lying in the grass alongside the
trail. I was impressed by its size (4 feet long), and I had never seen a snake
skin so fresh. It was soft & pliable, and even still a little wet even
though it was lying in the sun. Though the snake must have been there just
minutes before, I didn’t see the snake anywhere nearby so I lingered a bit to
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remarkable how, at first glance, an empty shell looked like it was the actual snake
that the skin had come from. (At that time it was not yet dry and wrinkly, so
still held the form of the intact snake.) And yet, though it still looked like
a snake and was at one time the most visible part of the snake, although it
still had many of the external features of a snake, the skin itself was definitely
not an actual snake. (Thank God! I don’t want to meet a 4-foot snake on the
trail, thankyouverymuch.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif;">As I
continued on my run, I meditated on this idea of empty shells and true life. I
see the Christian life in that snake. The phrase “put off the former things”
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in reference to your former manner of life, you lay aside the old self,
which is being corrupted in accordance with the lusts of deceit, 23 and
that you be renewed in the spirit of your mind, 24 and put
on the new self, which in the likeness of God has been
created in righteousness and holiness of the truth. <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians+4%3A17-32&version=NASB">Ephesians
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif;">I “lay
aside the old self” like the snake sheds its skin. There are ways of life, habits
of behavior, and patterns of thinking that I once identified as central and essential
to my identity. This old self is visible in the “skin”, the way I externally
present myself in the world, but it comes from within. The skin grows out of
who I am on the inside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif;">But,
like a snake, the skin I once wore it doesn’t fit me anymore. A snake molts
because its skin cannot grow.<a href="http://wonderopolis.org/wonder/why-do-snakes-shed-their-skin"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">1</span></a> New
growth requires that the snake “lay aside the old self”. If the old skin is not
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif;">Are
you constricted by the skin you’re in? Are you letting the old self of who you
once were set limits on your growth? Do you look to the “skin” of what people
see when they look at you to determine your sense of identity? What do you need
to put off in order to allow for growth?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic",sans-serif;">Next
post (tomorrow?) I want to talk about more parallels to spiritual growth that I
see in this snakeskin. It’s weird, I know. Snakes are not something I normally think
of as a spiritual metaphor for anything other than temptation. But it’s amazing
how God created the world in such a way that as we look around in nature, we
can <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%201:20">see
glimpses of His character</a> and the ways of His Kingdom reflected all around
us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-5766031775709495982015-06-10T13:43:00.002-05:002015-06-10T14:57:20.028-05:00Why I'm writing for #dosummer2015<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My friend, <a href="https://trenawanless.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Trena</a>, invited me to join her in the #<a href="http://www.dosummer2015.com/" target="_blank">dosummer2015 </a>challenge. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">15 minutes a day, for 100 days, I'm going to write something and share it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For years I’ve talked about wanting to write more often, to improve my writing skills and find what I’m meant to say. But the go-go-go busy pace of life that I’ve fallen into has made it difficult to find the time and make it happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, who am I kidding? <a href="http://www.tylerwardis.com/busy-isnt-respectable-anymore/" target="_blank">We’re all busy</a>. None of us have extra time. If I’m honest with myself, and with you, the real reason I haven’t written consistently is because it’s easier to hide behind “busy” than to risk failing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if I have nothing to say? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if I have <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+10%3A19&version=NKJV" target="_blank">too much to say</a>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if I hurt people?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if it’s <a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+Corinthians+13%3A1-2&version=NASB" target="_blank">meaningless</a>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those questions sit here with me, scratching and tapping at the back of my head as I scratch and tap at the keyboard. “stop. Stop. STOP!” they say, “What if you waste your time? What if you waste your life?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, fear, what if? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What if I waste my life listening to you, stuffing down that thing inside me that says “write. Write. WRITE! You have something important to say!” What if I spend so much energy trying to avoid the pain of failure that I end up missing <a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/88/d2/2e/88d22e925905cd115e55fc9de80a99dc.jpg" target="_blank">the very reason that I am made</a>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It feels scary to say “I’m going to write at least 15 minutes a day, and I’m going to just put it out there in the world and let anyone read it.” <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Ya’ll be gentle, ok?)</span> I know that somehow writing is a part of the way God wired me to engage with the world, to find what’s real and true and right and good and share it. To wrestle reality into words and put them on the page…it helps me to see, it helps me to hear, it helps me to speak. I have a story to tell, I have a song to sing. God’s given me a voice, so I’m going to learn to use it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s risky, this business of sharing life with each other and being our real selves, not just some made-up façade. When we hoard the things that we hold most valuable, when we resist </span><a href="https://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability?language=en" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">being vulnerable</a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, we think we are protecting ourselves from loss. Avoiding risk feels safe. But as a </span><a href="https://trenawanless.wordpress.com/" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">good friend</a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> once said, “Life is risk. Better make the risk count.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope and pray that this writing counts; that by the end of the summer I will have spent 1500 minutes learning, practicing, and growing in a way that matters. If nothing else, I will <a href="http://my-sistahs.blogspot.com/2014/01/saying-yes-to-dress.html" target="_blank">learn something</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, what is the risk you need to take? What’s that thing you keep saying you want to do “someday”, but you’ve been too busy, too afraid, too distracted to actually start doing? Want to jump in and #dosummer2015 with us? It's not just for writing. It's for anything. What do you need to do?</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-58197821999471350902015-03-05T17:59:00.001-06:002015-03-05T17:59:34.816-06:00Margin<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636348724365px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
Took the long way home from work today. The drive only adds about 7 more minutes to my commute, but it's significantly more beautiful than my usual route.</div>
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As I drove, unhurried, I wondered momentarily why I don't do this more often - why I don't take the longer way, even when I know I enjoy it so much more. The question was answered as soon as I wondered it.</div>
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I usually don't have 7 minutes to spare.<br />
Not even just a 7 minute margin, for beauty's sake.</div>
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Margins on a page give space for a story to come to life, to take shape, to be comprehensible.<br />
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Margins in a life give space for our story to come to life, to take shape, to be comprehensible.<br />
Without space it's too easy to lose what gives meaning to our lives.</div>
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Margins are for beauty. I'm carving out space for more.</div>
Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-9410101558196793832013-01-28T01:52:00.000-06:002013-01-28T08:28:27.240-06:00This Little Mommy Went to Market, This Little Mommy Stayed Home...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After spending the last 7+ years as a stay-at-home mom, I recently returned to work on a full-time temporary basis while my husband stays home with our kids. I have learned a few surprising things during this time, and I hope these lessons stick with me. Here are a few:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I’ve spent the whole day at home with the kids, I am typically counting down the minutes until my husband walks in the door. It’s not at all uncommon for me to have one thing on my mind in that moment – “I want a break!” Caring for children is hard work, emotionally taxing, and physically exhausting. But I have not appreciated as I should the blessing of a hard working husband. My husband’s job is physically demanding, and he carries the weight of responsibility to not only do his job well, but also to provide for our family’s needs. He lays down his life for us every day, and one expression of that is his devotion to work hard. I don’t want to take that for granted anymore. I don’t want to consider my role at home as the important one, and his work outside the home as an interference. Yes, the work of a husband and father goes far beyond earning a living, but the work he does matters more than I have shown. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until now, I have underestimated the impact that can be made simply by trying to have the kids calm and dinner ready when my husband gets home from work.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please don’t throw anything at your computer screen. I know I’ve heard this kind of thing before and thought “Yeah, right! Why don’t YOU come to my house and try to make dinner with 5 kids underfoot. And give your best shot at trying to get them to stop fighting before Daddy walks in the door. Good Luck!” I’m not saying that I will, or even should, have everything perfect every day when he gets home from work. But I am confident that I haven’t given this the effort that it deserves. When I come home from work to find the kids at the table and a delicious hot meal waiting for me, I feel incredibly grateful, and incredibly humbled. After a full day at work, I am tired and hungry. (Much more tired and hungry than it seems I should be after just sitting at a computer and talking on the phone all day.) I know that he’s tired too, and yet I walk in the door and find our kids’ needs being met, and my needs anticipated. In that moment, food and happy kids are my love language. After the first few days of working, I thought silently “Why don’t I do this for you? Why don’t I work harder to make your homecoming a good one?” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As much as I am learning about things that will directly impact my mothering, I’m also gaining perspective that it’s ok that there is more to me than simply being a mother, even in this season when my kids are little. I am surprised by how much I like my job. I get to learn new things every day. I talk to many people, and almost all of them have the ability to speak in full sentences and comprehend what I say. I get up early and get dressed every morning, and even do my hair and makeup. I really enjoy going to work. I enjoy the intellectual stimulation and sense of accomplishment. I like that I can complete a task from start to finish in one sitting. I enjoy work in a way that doesn't have a counterpart in my mothering experience. But my enjoyment of work does not diminish my enjoyment of motherhood, and it certainly doesn't diminish my value as a mother. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was offered the opportunity to keep my job on a permanent basis, with an increase in pay. I turned down the offer. As much as I love my job, I know that once my husband returns to work, the place I am most needed in my family will be at home. When my temporary position ends, I will return home to be a full-time mom. I will not for a moment regret my decision to walk away from work and back to my kids. But I’ll be a different person when I go back. Hopefully less self-centered and self-righteous. I will appreciate the time a little more. I will appreciate my husband more. I will judge working moms less. I will appreciate working moms more. I will work a little harder. I will pray a little harder, and play a little harder, and hopefully laugh more. I am thankful for the gift of this season, and I look forward to the next one with great anticipation.</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-47159694350656048052011-04-29T16:55:00.000-05:002011-04-29T16:55:01.085-05:00How will they know Him? When my oldest daughter, Abigail, was less than a year old, I felt overwhelmed by the task of raising this little girl to know and love Jesus. It was my most earnest desire as a mother, but I felt a bit daunted by the weight of significance.<br />
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At that time, we had a young man named Caleb living with us. I felt the Lord ask me “How does Abigail know Caleb?” She, of course, knew Caleb because he lived in our house. She saw him every day, she heard our conversations with him, she observed our interaction with him, she talked with him and played with him. His mere presence in our home meant that it would be pretty difficult for her not to know him. Of course, her knowledge of him and relationship with him differed from ours, since in her youth she lacked understanding in some of the things that we adults could know about one another. But nonetheless, she knew him, as well as she could know anyone, simply by living with him.<br />
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I felt the Lord encouraging me that what I am longing to see in my children in terms of knowing and loving God will not be primarily a matter of “teaching” her to know the Lord, but mostly the result of simply living in His presence. If His Spirit is truly filling our hearts, if we talk with Him daily, if we tell the stories of all the things He’s done throughout history (even before we were born), if we reminisce about special times we’ve shared with Him…then He will be as real to her, and as knowable, as any other person who resides in our home. <br />
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I was simultaneously encouraged and challenged by that invitation, and I think I’m feeling that same kind of longing right now. I’ve been thinking about the humanity and divinity of Jesus a lot lately. I am hungry to know Him – to really, really know Him. “From Patmos” (<a href="http://frompatmos.com/">learn about it here</a>; or <a href="http://mediasuite.multicastmedia.com/player.php?p=v4331zr5">watch it here</a>) gave such a tangible picture of Jesus in the flesh – a man who was knowable, just like I know any other friend. I want that longing for the Messiah to come (again), and that awe and joy and confidence that the Messiah is my friend. Is He really as tangible to me as the people I can reach out and touch with my hands? I know He is a person, not a collection of ideas, but am I really engaging with Him on that level on a moment by moment basis?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-86725066758117701742011-04-24T15:27:00.003-05:002011-04-24T16:03:19.842-05:00Happy Easter! Jesus is Alive! We have reason to celebrate! I hope that you, dear visitor to my little blog, know the hope that is found in Jesus. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwuVXOVpgEV0HhRjtxw8KKXcOKzj1q_x2D1TUnneFNWbxWogQBiSLiar-Yzdx35hAeoFxDiR6-l5RiZjaad3xt2DKCjdKv5YZL0Ydhughkx9hy0vd3ZLonazyTEO624uXQR6TYg/s1600/April+21-24+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwuVXOVpgEV0HhRjtxw8KKXcOKzj1q_x2D1TUnneFNWbxWogQBiSLiar-Yzdx35hAeoFxDiR6-l5RiZjaad3xt2DKCjdKv5YZL0Ydhughkx9hy0vd3ZLonazyTEO624uXQR6TYg/s320/April+21-24+018.jpg" width="300" /></a></div> God Himself, come to dwell with men in the flesh, has defeated sin and death and showed us perfectly <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%202:3-11&version=NKJV" target=blank>the character of God</a>. The Servant King, the Holy One, humbled Himself even to the point of willingly submitting to death. He didn't submit just to the idea of death (as in death as a result of the breakdown of the human body over time) but specifically a form of death intended to torture and humiliate (the cross). But He is not defeated. He is Risen! He really died, and he really was resurrected. After defeating death, His physical, resurrected body walked on the earth, among many witnesses. He now dwells in heaven with the Father, and He will come again to the earth to establish His kingdom. <br />
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He desires that you know Him and worship Him now, in your brief life on the earth. By His very real death and resurrection, He has made the way for you to have True Life. To know God and be transformed into His image. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%206:17-23&version=NASB" target=blank>You do not have to be a slave to sin</a>! <br />
This is what we celebrate today.<br />
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An egg hunt might seem like a silly way to celebrate, but there is something to be found in the symbols of <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%202:1-5&version=NKJV" target=blank>searching </a>, finding <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2013:44&version=NKJV" target=blank>hidden treasure</a>, within eggs (representing <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+6:4&version=NKJV" target=blank>new life</a>), and the opening of that egg to find a surprise gift waiting inside (like <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%2028:1-10&version=NKJV" target=blank>discovering the open tomb</a>, and the surprise gift of the resurrection of the Messiah).<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I didn’t get to spend time sitting with my bible yesterday, but the Lord totally spoke to me while I was working with Abigail on her Bible homework. It was a good reminder that giving myself to the Word doesn’t have to follow a certain comfortable and familiar formula (i.e. me + bible + comfy chair (+warm drink if possible)) For her class each week we memorize a verse and do some meditation time. While we were meditating, the Lord gave me this picture:</span><br />
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I saw Jesus standing in front of a vast, endless ocean of loaves of bread. He was smiling. Large, hefty loaves of bread were piled up behind him, and they went as far as I could see, out to the horizon. I knew it was showing His inexhaustible resources. I was struck with the understanding that the supply needed to be inexhaustible, because we need to continually be fed from His hand. The elimination of hunger that resulted was not because of some magical quality within the bread. In other words, it was the coming to Jesus that resulted in being filled and hunger being satisfied. This was not a matter of acquiring something that would once and for all bring satisfaction. Being fed was a natural result of coming to Him, but once having been fed we were not then able to walk away without experiencing that same gnawing hunger once again. <br />
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I knew there were many people before Him, but I only saw one person, right at His feet. I felt this was speaking to Jesus’ intimate knowledge of the needs of each one who came to Him, and the way He tenderly cares for each one of us. He was not simply tossing food into the hungry masses. He was personally and intimately providing exactly the nourishment that was needed for that specific person at that precise moment. <br />
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I had a brief picture of Jesus turning around to the immense pile of loaves and searching for a specific loaf, but I knew in an instant that this was a picture of my own distorted understanding of His ways, and not the true nature of what God was showing me. I asked the Lord for understanding, and I saw the searching through loaves as somehow representing Jesus looking for a thing outside of Himself to give. I saw myself flipping through my bible, looking for just the right verse that would really speak to me in the moment. It was as though I was identifying the “bread of life” that quenches hunger as being embodied within a specific encouraging word, a scripture, an impression, etc. I was seeing His perfection of knowing of me and his perfect resource as being hindered by a delay in connecting me with just the right “thing” that would satisfy. <br />
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Suddenly I was looking at him again, and He was shining brighter than before. Whereas before the sense was of a room full of light, where He was out of place, this time the light was clearly emanating from Him. He was luminescent. He began to reach his hands into his own belly, and as He did the ocean of bread disappeared from behind Him and the most intense light I’ve ever seen burst out from the place where He reached inside Himself. I instantly knew that the bread He was giving was not simply available to Him to give, it was <i>within </i>and <i>of</i> Him. He Himself <i>is </i>the bread of life. We are nourished by His very essence, His character. In coming to Him we receive of Him, and this alone is the bread that satisfies. <br />
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He was meeting the very specific needs and satisfying every cry of hunger within those who came to Him, but it was not by means of anything external to Himself. He reached inside Himself and from within came forth what was needed to give life. Now, I don’t mean that what He gave was the same for each person from that point on. There was still distinction in what He gave. But there was no hesitation, no searching, no pondering what would be needed, and nothing added apart from what He Himself was. He simply gazed lovingly in the eyes of the one before Him, reached into Himself, and brought forth exactly what was right.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-28529992475443388292010-12-20T23:17:00.007-06:002010-12-21T08:57:17.961-06:00When words are both weapon and salve for the wound<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She wasn’t the first to receive a lashing from my tongue today. Razors on my lips, cutting little tender hearts. “<i>What are you doing?! You’re standing right by Lucia’s door and shouting! If you wake her up I am <u>not</u> going to be happy!</i>” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“<i>Mommy, don’t ever talk to me like that!</i>” The quiver in her lip reveals the damage I’ve done, but I hear the anger in her voice and call it rebellion. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“<i>Don’t you <u>ever</u> tell me what to do!</i>” My voice is large and powerful, but inside I wince even as I’m still forming the words. Oh! Where do words like these come from? That tone of voice. The daggers in my eyes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The quivering lip can’t hold it in now, and the wounded one shrieks as she runs to her bed. Tears spill onto her pillow, as my own tears sting my eyes. The bitterness of failure biting the edges, as I struggle to see, to grasp for Grace. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She crumples on the bed, I crumple to the floor. We both quiver with liquid prayers flowing over faces and hearts. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> It’s here, right here in these moments, where I am learning to find Jesus. In the weak places. The broken places. The ones that make my heart reel and my head spin with pain over what I’ve done. When I see my sin for what it is and I cannot hide it from my eyes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I’m learning to hear Him in the dark and lonely places. The places that used to make me cower in fear and shame. When that accusing voice calling me a failure as a mother sounds true, because what kind of mother talks to her daughter like that? When the tempter comes with his searing whisper “You’ve tried and you’ve failed. You’re beyond hope now.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Here in the mud and the muck of my heart, God Himself has claimed me as His own possession. Jesus paid the highest price for my freedom, all so that He can clothe me with His finest garments. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> And yet, I’ve slipped and fallen in the mud again. Hasn’t He done enough? Hasn’t He tired of me continually needing rescuing? Shouldn’t I be stronger by now, able to walk on my own without tripping and stumbling again and again? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> When I come out of hiding, that sweet, still, small voice never fails. “<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Come to me.</span>” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The ease doesn’t come in me finding my own strength, it comes from being yoked to Him. Somehow I wandered, tried to carry a load that I thought was mine to bear alone. But as my tears and His voice draw me home, I turn my heart again to the One who is forming me into His own likeness. I have no strength to bring, only the one thing I can give, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2051:17&version=NKJV">my heart</a>. If I don't give up, <a href="http://sarahsotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy-of-salvation-comes-through.html">I win</a>!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> In the coming to Him, I go to her. The sobs have quieted, but her voice still shakes when I come near. Low and gentle, on my knees by her bed, I offer my sincere repentance. And she too, washed by Grace, holds me tight as we let Love heal us and repair the breach. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">He is so good to me! Jesus came to set me free, today! I haven’t matured beyond my need for His mercy. I need Him today, and I’ll need Him tomorrow. And just because He wants to, because of who He is, He’ll be there to answer when I turn away from sin and turn to Him and ask Him to cleanse me again. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">There is no sin that can defeat me when I really bring it to Him and say “This sin is mine. I don’t want it anymore. Please get it out of me. I can’t do it myself!” JESUS WINS! Every. Single. Time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><br />
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I wonder what the paralytic man thought of that. Did he understand that Jesus was in that moment displaying Himself as The Son of God? Did the man know that this was his deepest need? Did he realize that he had just been given open access relationally to God in the flesh? He had just been invited into fellowship with the Holy One, God Himself! Did he even have a clue?<br />
I can picture myself as the paralytic man. In that moment, still lying on the mat, legs still unrenewed, completely unaware of the miracle taking place in the spirit, thinking “Dude, that’s nice…but are you gonna do something about my legs?”<br />
How would I respond if I was that man? Would I see the treasure of forgiveness for what it is? Would I be able to receive it? What are the things that I’m bringing before the Lord, asking Him to do for me, that may be stealing my focus from what He really wants to do in me? <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>“…that you may know that the Son of Man has power on earth to forgive sins…” (<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matt%209:6&version=NKJV">9:6</a>) </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div> I think I’ve typically read this like “that you may know that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">the Son of Man has power on earth</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">to forgive sins</span>…”. The emphasis has been on the power. He does have power. And I do need a revelation of what that means. But in seeing His power in a different light, I think a foundational reality has somehow dimmed…that this power is unto the forgiveness of sins.<br />
Like a paralyzed man caring more about his legs than his soul, I come to the Lord longing for His hand in my life, yielding tangible change and “results”. I am all too aware of my weakness. I know I need forgiveness. I yearn to be washed of my sin. But is that longing for forgiveness unto restored relationship? Do I want to be free from sin so that I can engage my heart fully with the Holy Spirit? Or am I longing for an unburdened heart so that I can get on with my business more efficiently, unhindered by the consequences of sin? Am I seeking intimacy, or functionality?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>“...a ruler came and worshipped Him, saying “My daughter has just died, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>but come and lay Your hand on her and she will live.” (<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matt%209:18&version=NKJV">9:18</a>) </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div> In considering the story of the paralytic man, and my own tendency to seek Jesus’ power in my life for my own benefit, I am tempted to squelch that desire for evident power. Like some sort of twisted means to, by the flesh, force my flesh to submit to the Spirit. As though denying the evidence of power would somehow purify my desire for God, because I would be simply walking in the Spirit for Himself, without the possibility of my own benefit.<br />
But here, just a few verses later, my religious attempt at self-righteous purity of heart is exposed. Here, the ruler comes to Jesus, seeking the healing of His daughter. And this seeking, this asking for tangible power to be made manifest, is described as “{he} came and worshipped Him.”Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-36181376044750074832010-10-14T00:39:00.001-05:002010-10-14T00:42:43.689-05:00Fisherman Recently I was reading through <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matt%204:18-20&version=NKJV">Matthew Chapter 4</a>, which tells of Jesus calling Simon Peter and Andrew, who were fisherman. He said to them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.” It reminded me of something the Lord spoke to my heart a couple weeks ago, and wanted to share it here with you as an encouragement. <br />
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I was sitting by a quiet lake/pond (alone for the first time in many months!) just fellowshipping with the Lord. I was meditating on the life of Peter, and was especially pondering the time when the Lord appears to him by the sea after the resurrection (<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2021&version=NKJV">John 21</a>, when Jesus tells them to cast the net on the right side of the boat, and they caught so many fish they couldn’t even draw in the net.) <br />
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I hear a noise and look up to see a man several yards away, unfolding a chair and taking out a fishing pole. I think “Fancy that! A fisherman, just like Peter.” As the man prepares his hook and casts his line into the pond, the Lord drops the phrase into my heart <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>“One who casts a line is no less a fisherman than one who casts a net.” </b></i></div><br />
I won’t unpack all that the Lord spoke to me, but the main thing was this – in this season of my life, most of my time is spent on tasks that have direct impact on only a very small number of people. My husband, my children, some friends, and maybe a few strangers that the Lord puts in my path. There are no multitudes. But He calls me a fisher of men just the same as He calls the evangelist whose net is much wider. A fisherman is a fisherman because he is engaged in the task of catching fish. My line may only have room to catch one fish at a time. I may spend most of my energy trolling for the four little fish in my own pond (i.e. my children). <br />
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But I am, indeed, a fisher of men. And if you know Jesus, He's called you just the same! You don't have to wait for "someday" when you have an official ministry platform. <a href="http://sarahsotherblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/go-and-preach-gospel.html">You have Good News, and the world needs it. Don't disqualify yourself. Just go fish!</a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-1571377898612714462010-10-09T22:02:00.003-05:002010-10-09T22:06:04.107-05:00LinkRemember my post "<a href="http://sarahsotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-it-mean-to-do-all-things-to.html">What does it mean to do all things to the glory of God?</a>" <br />
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Go check out Matt's post "<a href="http://mattsmile-highmusings.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-excellence-virtue.html">Is Excellence A Virtue?</a>". <br />
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He is right on the mark, and his post has helped bring some context to my own struggle with the concept of "excellence", and how Christians should define or pursue it.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-42230311723389479782010-09-26T17:48:00.003-05:002010-09-26T22:20:26.589-05:00No CondemnationWhat does it really mean, what does it really look like, to be dead to sin and alive to God, to walk free from all condemnation? <br />
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I’ve been swimming around in the book of Romans lately, mostly in <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%205-8&version=NASB" target=blank>chapters 5-8</a>. Looking at <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%208:1&version=NASB" target=blank>Romans 8:1</a>, I think the way I’ve usually I’ve usually heard this verse is with the connotation that “<i>no condemnation</i>” essentially equals freedom from guilt, sorrow, or remorse. In my experience, the phrase “no condemnation” seems to be practically substitutable for “don’t worry about it” in Christian vernacular. As in, “Oh, don’t feel bad, there’s no condemnation.” I think that’s a shallow understanding, so I’m digging here until the Lord moves me on. <br />
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<b>There is so much for me to learn in terms of living not only free from the <i>consequences </i>of sin, but actually living free from sin. </b>Like <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%208:3-11&version=NASB%20" target=blank>Jesus said </a>to the adulterous woman after saving her from condemnation at the hands of the Pharisees “<i>Neither do I condemn you, <u>now go and sin no more</u></i>.” <br />
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But how to walk this out…ah! There is the rub.<br />
“<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%206:15-18&version=NASB%20" target=blank><i>Do you not know that to whom you present yourselves slaves to obey, you are that ones’ slaves whom you obey, whether of sin leading to death, or of obedience leading to righteousness.</i></a>” <br />
<b>I so often find myself essentially gritting my teeth and saying to sin “You’re not the boss of me!” That’s better than intentionally embracing sin, but it is not the same as presenting myself to the Lord. </b><br />
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I want to <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%208:3-5&version=NASB" target=blank>walk in the Spirit</a>.<br />
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I want to, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%208:13&version=NASB%20" target=blank>by the Spirit, put to death the deeds of the body</a>. <br />
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I am so <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%207:24&version=NASB%20" target=blank>with Paul </a>on this one – <i>“O wretched {wo}man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?” </i><br />
C’mon, world, I know <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%208:19-23&version=NASB%20" target=blank>you feel it too</a>… <i>“For the earnest expectation of the creation eagerly waits for the revealing of the sons of God…because the creation itself also will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.” </i><br />
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“No condemnation” does not <i>only </i>mean freedom from guilt, sorrow, or remorse. But it does mean that <b>if we are in Christ, we are not defined by our sin, its consequences, or the guilt, sorrow, or remorse that we feel when we do sin.</b><br />
I am in a place of pain at not walking in the reality of the freedom that I know is available to me. BUT, <b>this ache does not mean that I am defined by falling short of the mark. It means that I have been given the gift of longing for God and His ways.</b><br />
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<i> Therefore <b>the LORD longs to be gracious to you</b>,<br />
And therefore <b>He waits on high to have compassion on you </b><br />
For the LORD is a God of justice;<br />
<b>How blessed are all those who long for Him. </b><br />
O people in Zion, inhabitant in Jerusalem, you will weep no longer </i><br />
<i><b>He will surely be gracious to you at the sound of your cry; when He hears it, He will answer you</b>. <br />
Although the Lord has given you bread of privation and water of oppression, <b>He, your Teacher will no longer hide Himself, but your eyes will behold your Teacher. </b><br />
<b>Your ears will hear a word behind you, "This is the way, walk in it," </b></i><br />
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2030:18-21&version=NASB%20" target=blank>-Is 30:18-21</a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-56451265635473555072010-09-15T08:46:00.001-05:002010-09-22T00:19:11.392-05:00On WisdomI jumped into a<a href="http://inspiredtoaction.com/2010/09/christa-wells-on-wisdom-and-another-giveaway-entry/"> conversation about wisdom</a>, prompted by Kat's questions "How do you pursue Wisdom?" and "How do you learn best?" <br />
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I do glean a lot from books, blogs, conversation, audiobooks, etc. But I think most of what I glean is not truly wisdom as much as it is encouragement, neat ideas, or just interesting. Some of those resources do share wisdom, or inspire me to pursue wisdom. But for the most part I think the questions “How do you pursue wisdom?” and “How do you learn best?” may be related, but they are really not the same question.<br />
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So if wisdom comes from God, how do we pursue it? And what is wisdom anyway? Is it some special brand of smart?<br />
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My favorite passage about wisdom is Proverbs 2:<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">1 My son, if you will <u>receive my words</u></div><div style="text-align: center;">And <u>treasure my commandments</u> within you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 Make your <u>ear attentive</u> to wisdom,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Incline your heart</u> to understanding;</div><div style="text-align: center;">3 For if you <u>cry</u> for discernment,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Lift your voice</u> for understanding;</div><div style="text-align: center;">4 If you <u>seek her as silver</u></div><div style="text-align: center;">And <u>search for her as for hidden treasures</u>;</div><div style="text-align: center;">5 <b>Then </b>you will discern the <u>fear of the LORD</u></div><div style="text-align: center;">And discover the <u>knowledge of God</u>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">6 For the LORD gives wisdom;</div><div style="text-align: center;">From His mouth come knowledge and understanding.</div><br />
I love this passage, and I love that this post and discussion have prompted me to revisit it. I guess the key things here that impact how I set my heart to gain wisdom are<br />
v.1 the essential centrality of the Word as beloved instructor,<br />
v.2 the required devotion of my attention and affection,<br />
v.3 the necessity of a response of sincere spoken prayer,<br />
v.4 the high value placed upon wisdom that produces diligent perseverance<br />
And the final key – the possession of wisdom is inseparable from the fear of the Lord and the knowledge of God.<br />
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So, I pursue wisdom by setting my heart and my mind continually upon the Lord, devoting myself to long and loving meditation on the word and the person of Christ, speaking prayers to the God of the universe (believing that He hears every one), and valuing my communion with God as priceless above all else. For me, “long and loving meditation” in this season usually does not look like spending even an hour-long block of time giving my exclusive attention to a passage of scripture. It’s simply the grace-empowered setting of my heart on a pilgrimage into the heart of God. I want to fill my mind with thoughts of the Lord and His Word. I will seek you today Lord, and when Your Spirit woos me back from distraction I will start again, and again tomorrow, and still the next day, and still the next, and again, and again. And though 10 years from now I will have barely grasped a cupful of the infinite ocean that is called “the knowledge of God”, I will, by Your Grace, possess Living Water more than I have today. And therein, I find Wisdom.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-10197199638271740252010-09-07T17:27:00.002-05:002010-09-07T17:30:15.786-05:00The Journey of My Heart<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells; for to will is present with me, but how to perform what is good I do not find. (Romans 7:18)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Day by day, minute by minute, choice by choice, yes by yes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In all these things I am more than a conqueror through him who loves me. I am convinced that nothing in all creation will be able to separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus my Lord. (Rom 8:37-39)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Day by day, minute by minute, choice by choice, yes by yes,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I set my mind on the Spirit (Rom 8:5)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As I behold the glory of the Lord; I am being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as from the Lord, the Spirit. (2 Cor. 3:18)</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-90268883878659452052010-08-06T11:49:00.000-05:002010-08-06T11:49:47.003-05:00I woke up this morning after having a horrible, horrible dream that left me feeling emotionally raw and vulnerable. I felt totally slimed, and desperate for Light and Truth in my heart. <br />
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Crying into the cereal as I put the bowls in front of the kids. Totally broken.<br />
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Turned on a movie, told them “Do not get up until Veggie Tales is over”, and went to catch my breath.<br />
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Asked some friends and my hubby to pray for me.<br />
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Grabbed my bible and put my heart before the Lord asking “Please, please meet me. I won’t make it through this day without your touch.”<br />
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And…<br />
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He did. God is so faithful. He met me. He lifted the cloud of heaviness and brought peace.<br />
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God is real. His Word is true. I have nothing to offer but ashes and filth. But Jesus brings beauty to my broken, stained heart.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-26138150681866746982010-07-06T16:54:00.000-05:002010-07-06T16:54:25.340-05:00More (mostly questions) on Economics and the Kingdom of GodA friend posted a link to <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/comment/ambroseevans_pritchard/7871421/With-the-US-trapped-in-depression-this-really-is-starting-to-feel-like-1932.html">this article </a>on Facebook, and it really got me thinking (<a href="http://sarahsotherblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-prosperity-and-kingdom.html">again</a>) about economics and the Kingdom of God. Learning about the global economic situation and fiscal policy makes me fall in love with Jesus in whole new ways and want to peer deeper into the workings of the Kingdom. Man's feeble attempts to right the sinking ship that we've built seem like so much thrashing about in an ocean of greed, selfishness and pride. Seeing brilliant and powerful people scramble to avert a disaster of our own making makes me tremble a little, and then I remember – He’s coming! <br />
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What will global economics look like when Jesus reigns on the earth? What is the fiscal policy of Heaven? I don’t mean those as just rhetorical questions…I really want to know. I’ve looked some at what the Word says about personal finance, but lately I’ve been listening to <a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/">NPR’s Planet Money </a>podcast and it makes me realize that I have very little understanding of what God (the best economist) would really say about the systemic problems contributing to national and international-level economic crisis. <br />
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One the one hand, it seems so simple – we should love each other, walk in humility and generosity, and not do wicked things like putting people in financial slavery. But even good intentions don’t always make good policy. To really institute a global economic system functioning on the basis of love, humility, generosity and righteousness, it takes perfect leadership over individual hearts and perfect administration on a massive scale. In other words, it takes Jesus, reigning as King. <br />
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So, here in the waiting, what does that mean for me (or for us, the global church)? What’s my relationship to the economics of this world? I want to understand how we got to where we are now, and whether there is anything of redeeming value in our current system. Is it so full of decay that it will all just be tossed on the burn pile of eternity? Or is there any shred of true provision left within the framework that we’ve constructed? I wonder if we’ve tried so hard to manufacture our own provision and security that we have essentially cut ourselves off from the provision of Heaven on a widespread level. I mean that in literal, earthy terms. How much faith have we placed in the sustainability of our global economic system? If that system collapsed next year, how would the Church respond? How would I respond? Am I living today in a way that agrees with God’s economy or fights against it? Is the church at large really walking in the Gospel of the Kingdom? Do we even know what that looks like?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-32732278275961371472010-07-01T01:51:00.000-05:002010-07-01T01:51:25.380-05:00Love of Money linksMy post below reminded me of a great, great, great series that my friend Suzanna wrote recently. I urge you to set aside some time to sit and read and prayerfully consider her words<br />
1. <a href="http://ojandsuz.com/2010/oh-how-i-lovemoney/">Oh, how I love…money? </a><br />
2. <a href="http://ojandsuz.com/2010/love-of-money-part-2/">Love of Money - Part 2 </a><br />
3. <a href="http://ojandsuz.com/2010/love-of-money-where-were-from/">Love of Money - Where We're From </a>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-84835842555782314252010-07-01T01:46:00.001-05:002010-07-01T01:52:35.939-05:00On Prosperity and the KingdomI've been thinking a lot lately about economics, personal finance, and the kingdom of God. So when I read Kristen's post <a href="http://wearethatfamily.com/2010/06/why-is-america-blessed/ ">Why is America blessed</a>?, I already had a lot on my mind. <br />
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She begins by asking "Why does North America have so much, while the rest of the world has so little?" She references a comment she received on a previous post that pointed out the possibility that affordability or frugality may be inadequate standards to determine the appropriate boundaries for our spending. Then she asks "Why do you think America is so blessed? Is it so we can build a greater country or is it for us to help that tiny continent and others like it...and make HIS glory known?" That was all the invitation I needed to jump into the discussion.<br />
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I think that many things we generically think of as blessings (the relative ease of our lives in America and prosperity we enjoy, for example) have insidious backsides on both the personal and global level. Ease, prosperity, and comfort tend to breed entitlement, pride, and selfishness in hearts untempered by the grace and fear of God. Globally, our relative prosperity has not come without a price. Our insatiable appetite for bigger-better-faster-more has certainly had implications on lands and peoples across the world, and the influence has not been entirely good. <br />
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Beyond that, I'm not convinced that our prosperity is going to last indefinitely, despite the fact that most people are living like it will. I read an excellent post about that issue yesterday, referring to our current way of life as the next bubble to pop - along the lines of the stock, dot-com, and housing bubbles that have rocked our economy in the past. (<a href="http://randybohlender.wordpress.com/2010/06/28/blowing-bubbles/">Read "Pop Goes the Lifestyle"</a>) <br />
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As far as what to do with abundance when it comes our way - I believe that we should be living lifestyles of generous, extravagant giving, regardless of where we fall on the income bracket. In seasons past, that may have looked for me like writing a check to help buy medical supplies for an impoverished community. Recently, that has looked more like keeping the employees of our business working and paying them fair wages, even when we have to get food from the food bank (and then sharing some food bank food with a friend who had even less than we). My global impact financially may be small right now, but I want to build a lifestyle of giving NOW, so that when abundance comes, giving grows naturally.<br />
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Ultimately, I think the cry of Kristen's heart for justice (and so many others who join with her) echoes the cry from the very throne and heart of God. It’s no accident that the question comes down to one thing – the glory of His name. On the surface, the disparate distribution of wealth among the nations appears to be an economic and moral issue, but there’s more to it than simply fairness or generosity. The inability of nations to care for and about one another in a meaningful way on the global level highlights the most desperate need of the human race – a King who is righteous and true, full of love and compassion, who loves to give good gifts and make us righteous and honest and loving and compassionate and all of the things that we simply are not without Him. That’s what the Gospel of the Kingdom is all about – Jesus coming to make wrong things right. And there is something *wrong* with a world where so many live in absolute poverty, and we care so little.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-71109541407101506982010-05-21T17:22:00.005-05:002010-05-21T17:31:00.445-05:00Someday...Someday my house will seem too quiet, and too-loud voices at naptime would be welcomed as joyful company. <br />
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Someday I’ll be washing laundry only for two, and the absence of muddy tights & stained white dresses will only follow the absence of the wearer. <br />
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Someday I will have abundant time to myself, where I can read|work|think|pray without interruption, and I will long for the surprise of toddlers too-soon awake. <br />
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Someday the thought “I just wish I could have two hours to myself!” will be replaced with “I just wish we could have two hours all together!”<br />
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Someday I will miss this.<br />
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In this conversation, a few of my strategies are evident: <br />
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#1 - I take her questions seriously. If she asks a question, I want to give it a real, robust answer. Usually if she asks something, she’s ready to hear the answer. I try not to make it black-and-white if it’s not. I want to give the nuance, the subtleties. <br />
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#2 - I want to teach not just right conclusions or right thinking, but godly processes. When she asks “Does Mr. Obama believe in God?” She does not need me to recruit her for a political agenda. She needs me to help her walk through the murky waters of “What does it mean to believe in God? How do I know if someone else believes in God?” If I make a judgment of any kind on another person, I am not only telling her what I think, I'm teaching her how to judge. I want her to understand the process, not just the conclusions.<br />
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#3 - If a scripture comes to mind, it’s usually the Holy Spirit – so I go with it and see where He takes us.<br />
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While I drove her to a birthday party, Abigail asked me “Does Mr. Obama believe in God?” <br />
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We talked about believing in the idea of “a god” vs. trusting in Jesus as the fullness of God revealed in flesh and our only way of salvation, as well as having a biblical understanding of God’s character and His kingdom. I told her that although Mr. Obama says he believes in God, some of the things he says and does don’t agree with the bible. I told her that specifically I have heard people say that he doesn’t believe that Jesus is the only way for people to know God. If he thinks people can know God, live righteously, and or go to heaven without trusting in Jesus, then He doesn’t trust in the God of the bible that we know.<br />
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So then she asked “Mommy, sometime can we go to the White House and talk to Mr. Obama?”<br />
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I told her maybe we could go there sometime, but that doesn’t mean we’d be able to talk to him. I explained that since there are so many people in our country, not everyone gets to meet the President. <br />
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Abigail: “Can we call him on the phone?” <br />
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Me: “Hmmm…maybe. I’m not sure how that works. Maybe we can look up the phone number some time. What would you want to tell him?”<br />
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Abigail: “I would want to tell him about righteousness and Jesus and truth. If he doesn’t know Jesus I want to tell him about Him.”<br />
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Me: “That’s awesome, Abigail. What would you say to tell him about those things?”<br />
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Abigail: “I don’t know. I don’t know what I would say.”<br />
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As she said that, a scripture popped into mind. (You will be brought before governors and kings for My sake, as a testimony to them and to the Gentiles. But when they deliver you up, do not worry about how or what you should speak. For it will be given to you in that hour what you should speak; for it is not you who speak, but the Spirit of your Father who speaks in you*). <br />
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I told her that it’s ok that she’s not sure exactly what she would say. I told her that we want to know the scriptures and know the voice of the Spirit, so that no matter where we are or who we are with, we will be able to hear what the Holy Spirit is saying and speak those words boldly. <br />
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Conversation to be continued…<br />
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*What I was actually thinking of was <a href=http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2010:18-20&version=NKJV >Matthew 10:18-20</a>, but I didn’t know the specific verse. As I was talking to her I got my passages mixed up and used the language of <a href= http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%202:1-4&version=NKJV >Acts 2:4</a> “as the spirit gave them utterance”…which is actually directly relevant later in our conversation. <br />
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I also got the context wrong. I was thinking <a href= http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Acts%204:5-12&version=NKJV>Acts 4: 8</a> “Then Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit, said to them…”). But the Matthew 10 exhortation was actually Jesus speaking to the disciples.<br />
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And I got the main characters wrong. I said I thought it was Paul before some Roman leaders (Acts 24-26).<br />
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Although I didn’t have all my biblical references precise in my mind, I had the biblical principle right, and I think that’s most important. Now that I have looked up the references, I can go back and talk through it with her again – showing her where Mommy was off, and talking about how Jesus taught his disciples ahead of time to prepare them for the trouble that was coming. Also, showing the multiple occasions where this principle was walked out by the disciples.<br />
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I added the * explanation to demonstrate how rigorous theological discussions with our kids do not have to be limited to a context where we have all the knowledge and resources at our fingertips. Bringing the scripture into this discussion was important and valuable, even though I got some of the references jumbled. <br />
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When I return...a conversation about tongues & interpretation with a not-yet-5-year-oldSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-73690656514750025112010-05-01T23:33:00.001-05:002010-05-01T23:37:22.414-05:00What does it mean to do all things to the glory of God?I don't think the biblical exhortation to do all things "as unto the Lord" or "for the glory of God" is talking about doing things well, "trying our hardest" or achieving any specific measurable standard of excellence. We don't glorify God by being good at stuff. I think it's about giving Jesus the preeminence in all things, and doing all things in fellowship with Him.<br />
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Our work matters, and to do it with apathy or to avoid it does not bring glory to God. But I don't think the cure for apathy, laziness, or hiding our talents, is to try harder or to aim for objectively measurable excellence. I think as we are in fellowship with the Holy Spirit, He will lead us into meaningful, fruitful work which will glorify Himself. But if our eyes are fixed on excellence as the goal, even in a desire to bring glory to God, we are likely to miss the heart. I think the motivation is the key, not only for our own hearts, but also for the way we transfer expectations onto others.<br />
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I have lived different sides of this - pursuit of excellence that led to perfectionism, pride, and condemnation; shame when I felt like trying my hardest was killing me and producing only failure; apathy when I didn't know what to do so I would just do nothing; desperation when I realized apathy was killing my heart...I'm now in a place of seeking, asking - What does it really mean to glorify God? If I totally screw up can God still be glorified in me? I know He can. So how is that different from when I don't screw up? Am I doing something more "unto the Lord" if I am exerting more effort at the task? What about the result - is God more glorified if it turns out awesome? What if it turns out awesomely awesome but I wasted a whole bunch of time making it the most awesomest thing ever? How does my mindset affect how I use my time? Does doing something “as unto the Lord” mean that I take more time and make it better, or take less time and worry less about answering to someone else’s standard in order to devote myself to tasks of greater importance? Or (more likely) does it all just depend on the specifics of the situation? Are these questions that can be answered objectively, or is there a God-breathed rhema word for each individual in each moment?<br />
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I don't have many clear answers, except "Abide in Me, for apart from Me you can do nothing." So that's where I'm at. Although even that is a question in my heart "So, Lord, by abiding in You, what exactly does that mean for me right now? Am I abiding in you by reading Your Word right now? Or would abiding look like being faithful to my obligations by doing the dishes right now? Or is abiding an internal state that isn't conditional upon my tasks? So can I "abide" and do whatever I want as long as I'm thinking about You? If I can't do whatever I want, then what, precicely, is the boundary of "abiding?"..." And on, and on, and on. All I know is that I need Him. And needing Him gives Him more glory than being good at stuffSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29684015.post-60155914433007511162010-01-01T10:00:00.002-06:002010-01-02T11:16:24.825-06:00TwentyTen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhAxU7PRTkfTb8Ozboffkondl5jNHpCFwNeQnv1QcrPTvc3UM9OBh2ERQ8b6uyEl8yiG-807dZICM2tr_wikAQ6y-k2f6pFBjDg7xdJXaUZMS7e8HVHOOCVX1MdMi3KjMDF7ncOA/s1600-h/Abigail+Lucia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhAxU7PRTkfTb8Ozboffkondl5jNHpCFwNeQnv1QcrPTvc3UM9OBh2ERQ8b6uyEl8yiG-807dZICM2tr_wikAQ6y-k2f6pFBjDg7xdJXaUZMS7e8HVHOOCVX1MdMi3KjMDF7ncOA/s320/Abigail+Lucia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422192088169664674" /></a><br />Today feels all shiny & new and full of glorious possibility. I’m brimming with anticipation of what this new year will bring.<br /><br />I ponder…how does such an intangible thing – the shifting of times, changing of seasons – feel so concrete?<br /><br />And yet, today is undeniably a new day. A new year. The hope-filled future lies ahead. And His mercies feel especially new this morning.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07158631081390497739noreply@blogger.com1