When was the last time you felt foolish…or embarrassed…or humiliated? Pick one. It probably hasn’t been that long ago. You may have felt shame as well.
All those labels try to attach themselves to us when we’ve done something, or been blamed for something that threatens our self-image. Our self-esteem: Something the world works very hard to build up and then tear down over and over. Continue reading “Who Determines Our Worth?”
So much of the Proverbs are directed at the power of the tongue. If only we could get it in our heads that words are powerful. God created the universe with words and He tells us throughout the Scriptures that our words also contain power. But people use words so carelessly. We speak things we don’t mean, we say things we regret.
Proverbs 18:21 says “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” And yet we sling words around so carelessly, never considering the consequences. We can cause so much damage to another person without ever laying a finger on them. What would it be like if we allowed God to teach us to control our tongues? What would our families be like? What would our churches be like?
How different things would be if we could give encouragement instead of put-downs… comforting words instead of sarcasm. If only we could respond with love instead of anger and impatience. How different life would be.
God’s Word has two major themes that are so simple. The first is “come” and the second is “go.”
He asks us to come to him, first to be saved and then for relationship. He doesn’t have a long checklist of things we need to do to be saved. We don’t have to pre-qualify. We just have to “come.” To believe that Jesus is who He says He is. It doesn’t matter what stage of life we are in or what our past looks like. We don’t have to clean up our act. We don’t have to have all the answers. We just have to “come” and we will be made new.
If this is true….what are we waiting for?
God’s second theme is “go.” As our response to God’s willingness to love us unconditionally and save us, He asks us to go and tell others so they can experience eternity with Him as well. Again, God doesn’t have a list of qualifications we must meet before we can answer the call to “go.” He uses the young and old.
Are you young? “But the LORD said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am a youth,’ because everywhere I send you, you shall go, And all that I command you, you shall speak.” (Jeremiah 1:7)
Are you…not so young? “The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree, He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green.” (Psalm 92:12-14)
He uses people from every class and culture. He doesn’t need to see our college diploma. He doesn’t need references. Yes, there are certain areas of ministry where some degree of training is helpful. But you don’t need training to go to your family or your neighbor. You just need your story about how God loved you enough to send His son to take your place. You can be used on the day you receive salvation right up until you breathe your last breath before being ushered into God’s eternal kingdom.
If this is true…what are we waiting for?
There is a famous painting by Edvard Munch called The Scream. It is a clear portrayal of absolute agony. Much of the world can identify with the picture in some way. There is so much pain in humanity that we can all look at that picture and get the point that life can be overwhelming. But the picture also says something else. It suggests a hopelessness that cannot be expressed in words. A silent scream of desperation.
Have you ever felt like your circumstances seemed hopeless?
There is speculation as to the intent of Munch’s painting. Is the scream coming from the person portrayed or is he holding his ears to shut out the noise around him? Either way, God, has an answer to this desperation.
In Psalm 18:3 it says “I call upon the Lord who is worthy of praise and I am saved from my enemies.” Our enemies aren’t always flesh and blood, sometimes they are things unseen. The key is calling on the Lord.
In Psalm 124:8 it says “Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” There is power in the name.
Sometimes life brings us to the place where we are desperate for God to act. We need Him and we need Him fast. I’ve had several of those times in my life…when my mother was diagnosed with cancer…when I was paged in a toy store and upon arrival at the service desk then told to call the local hospital emergency room to find out that my five year old son had broken his leg…or when I was told that two of my young sons would be hospitalized with encephalitis at the same time.
Those were all times when I used the theme of Munch’s painting in a very different form. There was a silent scream coming from my spirit as I walked the long aisle of that toy store but it wasn’t a scream of agony, although I was certainly feeling that at the moment. No… the scream I experienced was just as desperate but consisted of a single word…JESUS! I was shouting that name with everything in me but no one in that toy store heard it. Only the Father in Heaven heard my cry.
Now, it’s a cry that I send to Heaven often. I learned that I don’t need to be in a desperate situation to cry out to Jesus from the depths of my soul. I can do it when I feel like things are beginning to get shaky or I can do it anytime I feel like I just want more of Him. I can silently shout the Name of Jesus anytime at all and hear it echo through the heavens.
He hears my cry and He hears yours as well.
This season of my life seems to be about listening. I know God is trying to speak to me but sometimes it’s like watching television with the mute button pushed. I can almost see His mouth moving but there is no sound. I wish I could read lips.
I can remember lines from old movies where one character is trying to make a strong point to another character and emphasizes his point with the phrase, “read my lips.” There have been times where I’ve been tempted to use this line with my children when they are reluctant to accept my answer to a request and they keep trying to get me to change my mind. It’s probably not the best parenting tool but it might be effective.
So why is it that, in this season and at perhaps a time when I am trying harder to listen than ever before to hear God’s direction, that I seem to be deaf? Is there a barrier between us? Something I’ve put there because, like my children, I’ve heard His response to me and I’m waiting for a different one? One I like better?
Or is it that I’m really trying to listen and there are no barriers between us…just so much noise in my life that I can’t hear the still small voice of my Father. Either way, the issue is not that God isn’t speaking. The issue is within me. There are hundreds of verses of Scripture that tell us to listen. But listening requires something of us. It requires that we be quiet, that we be still before the Lord.
My excuses as to why I can’t seem to be quiet before the Lord are actually pretty lame. It’s really very simple. It’s about considering to what degree I’m willing to sacrifice in order to hear God. I must put aside my own selfish desires and just stop. Stop and wait. Stop and listen. Be still.
To what degree am I willing to alter my plans, my thoughts, and my busyness in order to hear God? Is there ANYTHING worth more than hearing the voice of my Lord? How much to I really desire to know God?
Jeremiah 33:3 says, “Call to Me and I will answer you and I will tell you great and might things, which you do not know.”
It’s important that we call out to God, but if we expect to hear great and mighty things, we have to listen.
I read a blog recently by a Christian musician. He was talking about the challenges of serving God in a music-based ministry. He said that sometimes he felt like he was always playing harmony and never melody. This made me think about how life goes sometimes. We think we’ve heard God’s call and we’re trying to be obedient but sometimes, no matter how hard we try, we can’t seem to see how what we’re doing is making a difference. It’s like we are playing the harmony and can’t identify the song.
When I was in middle school the band director tried to teach me to play the bassoon. Aside from the fact that it was a huge instrument for a thirteen year old to lug home for five blocks every weekend, it also required great effort to play. And it wasn’t exactly a solo instrument. Most of the music was the harmony and rather boring to practice. I only played the bassoon for one year. I just didn’t get much satisfaction from the experience.
But as I read the musician’s blog I saw things from a different perspective. When a composer writes a piece of music each part is important. While the melody is meant to stand out, it isn’t meant to stand alone. The richness of a piece of music is in the way each part is combined together. It reminds me of the verses in 1 Corinthians 12 about the body and how each part needs the other.
But back to the music for a moment. In life we can’t all play solos. We aren’t all created to play the melody. But our parts are just as important. A pastor, for instance, may play a solo on Sunday but even he doesn’t always get to play the melody. The beauty is in the way the melody and the harmony flow together. It’s the countless hours that faithful Christ-followers put in just doing their part…just playing the harmony to the best of their ability… that’s what makes the difference.
We may not even be aware, on a conscious level, of the harmony that is being played but if it our part is missing we’d know it. If the musicians suddenly just quit because they were tired of playing the same boring tune the entire piece would suffer.
When we grow weary of playing the same notes, when we can’t even recognize the tune, that’s when we must determine to remain faithful. Our part is important; our harmony is what makes the melody rich. Maybe we are just asked to play the bassoon to the best of our ability. We can be sure that the song the Lord hears is pleasing to Him even if we can’t recognize the tune from where we sit.
Psalm 33:3 “Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully with a shout of joy”
Jesus asked His followers, “What do you want?” (Matthew 20:32)
What do I want? Desires…deepest desires…what are mine? What is it that I truly desire in the deepest places in my heart? For a long time I’ve felt this vague sort of longing. I used to think it was just that I was dissatisfied with life. Maybe ungrateful for what God has done for me. It made me feel sort of guilty, like I should learn to be more content and satisfied with the life God has given me. Instead I’m always longing for something more, asking the question, “is this all there is?” Wondering why I can never just be thankful for life as it is. After all, it could be so much worse…right?
In the past few months, God has been hinting at a completely different mindset. Perhaps this longing I have is not selfish or from the perspective of a spoiled child that is never satisfied. Maybe this is a holy yearning for something that can never be satisfied in this life. It’s a longing, a deep desire for the restoration that Jesus promised when He returns for us.
I’ve been feeling like I need to grow up and stop “wanting.” To spend my time serving and living the best I can, as if this life is all there is. But I’ve been wrong. I need to have a measure of contentment as Paul mentions (Phillipians 4:11). But honestly…this life matters little in comparison to eternity. I will never feel fulfilled here – I don’t belong here. We haven’t belonged here since Eve made that one decision that ripped us from paradise to wander in the wilderness for generation after generation. Everybody has this same longing, I believe. We all search for different ways to find some relief, to feel satisfied…some good, some not so good. The truth is, there is no long term relief…not until He comes for us.
The revelation for me is this: This longing isn’t evil. It isn’t something to feel bad about. Better to stop trying to meet this this need or numb it. Better to recognize it for what it is and embrace it…waiting for the day of the promise!
One day Jesus will fill every void I feel. One day I will finally feel complete and fulfilled when I am restored to the person God created me to be from the beginning. Until then, my comfort comes as I reach for Him and draw as close as I can. I will choose to sit in His presence and wait…I won’t be disappointed!
I had a conversation recently with a friend where we were discussing what I call a Holy Tension.
Sometimes when I am praying for direction I ask the Lord for peace concerning a decision I need to
make. When I sense that peace I feel confident to move forward. But recently, I was praying about
moving into an area of ministry that is a new direction for me. As I prayed I asked for peace but I felt a
little unsettled instead. Not unsettled about the decision so much as about whether I am equipped to
handle it. Can I stay humble? Can I keep the fruits of the Spirit as my standard and not become prideful
or arrogant? Do I have enough wisdom and knowledge to meet the responsibility I would be accepting?
This is where the Holy Tension surfaces. Yes, I need to know God’s peace concerning my decisions
but there will always be a health caution when it comes to carrying out His direction. I will never be
completely settled because if I am then I’ve ceased to trust God minute by minute. I will always need to
feel dependent on God, recognizing my own shortcomings and relying on His power to accomplish what
He’s called me to do.
“But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted
by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are
always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.” Jeremiah 17:7-8
I never want to become so confident in myself that I quit leaning on the Lord. The peace in my spirit is
the peace that comes from trusting in God’s perfect abilities and the tension comes from acknowledging
that on my own, I am nothing.