True confession is hard.
More than This
Easter is kind of this weird holiday for me.
While it’s one of the 2 times during the year that many people attend church, it seems a bit underrated. Aside from church attendance and a plethora of Scriptures all over people’s Facebook statuses, I wonder how well we celebrate this holiday.
Dying eggs, egg hunts, our Sunday best, a substantial meal with family and friends, a sunrise service, Easter baskets, chocolate bunnies, peeps… a mixture of pagan rituals tied into the sacred. Interesting.
In all honesty, I think I usually have higher expectations for Christmas and Easter. I want them to mean more…or, rather, I want to focus more on the meaning of them than the traditions behind them. In the Christian faith, this day is a big day. It’s the reason we can live with any amount of hope… and we reference it all the time. I just want to do Easter justice… and I’m not sure I know how.
This summer we had an experience with 400+ students each week on the top of a hill with a giant altar. Every week I’d walk a little sheepy up to the top beforehand and I thought/prayed through what I was about to say to these students. Every week I felt inadequate to speak, every week I feared getting something wrong, every week… as I led this sheep…I’d think about Jesus being led to the cross and what that must have been like.
I got the opportunity to tell these students about Old Testament sacrifice. I told them about what the law required for unintentional sin, I described what the altar in the tabernacle must have been like. I brought out the little sheepy and unsheathed my knife, giving them a real visual of what it would be like to not only watch innocent blood spill for the sake of my sins, but to be the one who shed it. I subtly turned my knife over, so the blunt side faced up…and quickly slid it under the sheep’s throat. Silence. Then gasps. Then words of accusation. Then realization that the sheep was okay.
But, I think we quickly forget…
…without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness.
The law requires blood to be shed.
I don’t think we are very great at grasping the fact that we are sinners. I don’t think I always believe that I deserve hell. Quite oppositely, I find myself believing that I deserve good things…and am upset when I don’t get them.
Can I grasp that I truly am a sinner?
Can I grasp that I need Jesus’ blood to atone for my sins?
Can I grasp that when He said It is finished that He meant it?
Can I grasp that I can’t save myself?
I want Easter to be a day where we truly lay down our lives as we claim victory in Christ. A day where we really believe that the battle has been won. A day where we fall on our faces in worship because innocent blood has been shed so we might live.
And I don’t want this to just be one day, but an extension of our entire lives.
Maybe I’m just an idealist…. and as a result, I live life in disappointment a lot.
I guess I’m wondering…
Will you let today be about more than the candy, the food, the company, the church service, the list of 5,000 other things you need to do before Monday? Will you simply be still and dwell in the fact that you are sinner, saved by grace, and then walk forth in the victory that brings?
And then, will you do the same thing tomorrow?
And the next day?
And the day after that?
Will you let yourself be revived?
Will you let the things that hold eternal value be the things that matter more than the things that will fade away?
He has risen.
Can we at least want to allow that to change us?
Clinging to a hope for more…
for more than glimmers of what could be… but, instead, a life of true radical change.
I need it.
I need Him.
Do you?
At War With Yourself?
It’s quite the perfect picture of a woman’s emotional instability. Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration at times, but, I fear we reveal much more of our ‘crazy’ more often than we realize.
This dialogue seems to happen at the cusp of big decisions. We’re always weighing the pros and cons, we’re always second-guessing ourselves, we’re always thinking and re-thinking … thus, appearing a bit internally conflicted. Or, as Flinn puts it… at war with ourselves. Let’s be honest, though. I get this way about where I want to eat, what I want to eat once I get there, and how much tip is a good amount to leave.
It would seem that indecisiveness plagues us at times. We become people who are unable to make decisions because we’re so scared of making the wrong decision. What if I choose to get my degree in psychology, but I end up wanting to do elementary education? What if I choose to marry this guy and a few years later I meet someone else I’d rather be with? What if I choose to move to this new place and I never meet anyone I can be friends with? What if I choose Mexican food and it doesn’t hit the spot (okay, so it’s a bit ridiculous, but a lot of you can identify with it)? Our fear is the root of the problem.
We become crazy.
Genuinely excited about seizing new opportunities and adventures in life, but terrified of the ramifications of our decisions. Terrified of what the unknown actually means and the things that await us out there. So we talk ourselves out of it…. and back into it… and then out of it… and back into it… and there’s really no telling which way we will go….especially to anyone watching us from the outside as we sift through the turmoil in our brains.
I like think about existing in a world where we don’t live our lives out of fear. A world where we walk boldly into the unknown, into new settings… and we trust that it will all be okay. A world where we could just decide something without having to second-guess anything, without having to worry about missing out on something better…because we are so confident in the decision we have made.
There’s always going to be room for our crazy inner dialogue as long as we make it a priority…
but, I’m just not convinced that’s any way to live life. We don’t have to suffer through our bipolar episodes to make good decisions for ourselves. We just need to walk confidently into our decisions… excited about what new doors we can walk through, the new people to meet, the new things to see, the new purpose to behold.
Get out of whatever tower you’re currently complacent in.
Break free of the mold you feel stuck in.
Seize new opportunities, embrace the unknown… be willing to try something different.
Fear isn’t from the Lord.
Be willing to go somewhere new, somewhere different… be willing to think new/different things, be willing to be someone new/different… and trust that the new and the different might be better than anything you’ve ever known. To trust that the Lord, your God, is bringing you into a good land.
Go.
No inner dialogue, no war with yourself, no second-guessing.
Go.
Enjoy.
Love.
Share.
Drink deeply today, sweet friends.
OMG
I’ve been working with a group this week and one of the girls keeps saying, ‘Oh God…’ in regard to almost everything.
Her leader’s response is typically, ‘Oh, I didn’t realize we were praying!’ Sometimes the leader will go so far as to get her student to pray in these moments. I honestly think it’s a good exercise and have been appreciative of it.
I don’t really know how to handle it when other believers take the Lord’s name in vain. It’s one of those things that makes me cringe more than any other–the way that we’ve latched onto phrases that allow us to mutter ‘God’ or ‘Jesus Christ’ under our breath when something bad has happened. Are we really directing that toward Him… or has the name of the great I Am literally become a curse word? Sometimes it’s more of an exclamation, a claim of disbelief. It seems to take on various meanings, depending on context.
It’s interesting because back in the day, devout Jews wouldn’t even utter the name of God because it was so holy it would be considered blasphemy… and now we toss His name around without thinking twice about it.
Some might argue that because the actual word ‘God’ is not the name of God it’s not considered taking the Lord’s name in vain.
The people of Israel were so in awe of the name of God that they did not put the vowels into the words or say them to keep from accidentally blaspheming. YHWH comes out in English as Yahweh, or more popularly (but less accurate) as Jehovah. -Kevin Corbin
I get this argument. Because we’re not walking around saying ‘Oh Yahweh’ when we stub our toe… maybe it’s not so wrong after all?
I’d still argue it though. I’d argue it because the phrases consist of the names most of us in America commonly use for Him. They are the names He is known by here. God. Lord. Christ. Even the word ‘holy’ has a lot of uses for it now that don’t actually mean holy (watch some Batman, if you don’t believe me).
I struggle with this one a lot though… I struggle because it’s a hard one for me to confront. I hate having to tell people who I know love the Lord dearly that they are, in fact, using the Lord’s name in vain. Lots of times they don’t even realize it… and lots of times it’s become so much of a habit that it’s pointless… and every once in a while I get the ‘it doesn’t matter, because I’m not actually taking the Lord’s name in vain’ stance.
Sometimes I feel crazy for caring…but for whatever reason I feel like this matters. No, it’s not going to determine our salvation. And maybe it equates to us using all sorts of words/phrases in vain. We very clearly are a people who are quick to make promises to pray for someone (and then don’t) or to assure others that the Lord told us something (even if we know He didn’t). Lots of jargon, lots of lingo… all used in vain.
I don’t know.
I just know there’s a higher calling in our lives. I know there’s a greater purpose.
Maybe you think it matters… maybe you don’t.
You tell me…
Curious to hear your thoughts on this one.