Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. [James 1:16-17 (CSB)]
I began my prayer with the words of John Baille found in A Diary of Private Prayer. He opened the prayer by praising the “Lord and Maker of all things” for things like “the life that stirs within me” and “the bright and beautiful world around me.” But it was the inclusion of “all you have given me to fill my hours of leisure…music and books and good company and all the harmless and delightful pleasures” that gave me pause. How often do we offer praise and thanksgiving for “leisure” and the “delightful pleasures” of life? Do we regularly praise and thank Him for the taste of strawberries, the scent of lilacs, the joy of making love, napping in a hammock on a summer day, enjoying a latte and a fresh-baked almond croissant, completing a sudoku or crossword puzzle, a good workout at the gym, a game of mahjong or golf with friends, snuggling on the sofa with the cat, eating s’mores around a campfire, playing Crazy 8’s or Uno with the kids, binge watching Netflix on a rainy day, or warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream? Each of us has our favorite leisure activities and sources of pleasure and yet pleasure is not one of the words typically associated with Christian belief. In fact, many consider pleasures to be the devil’s tool used to keep us from a godly life!
“I know we won many a soul through pleasure!” writes senior demon Screwtape when advising his nephew Wormwood on ways to capture a young man’s soul in C.S. Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters. Screwtape, however, clarifies that pleasure was God’s invention and reluctantly admits that, “all our research so far has not enabled us to produce one!” The elder demon explains that God “has filled His world full of pleasures. There are things for humans to do all day long without Him minding in the least – sleeping, washing, eating, drinking, making love, playing, praying, working.” Because pleasure is God’s work, the demons’ job isn’t to introduce pleasure but to encourage their victims to take pleasure in ways, degrees, or at times that God (“the enemy”) has forbidden. Screwtape makes clear that, “Everything has to be twisted before it is any use to us.”
Our God-given pleasures are useless to our enemy until he has falsified, warped, distorted, perverted, or misrepresented them in some way. Evil is not found in the pleasure; the evil is in its abuse! When twisted, any pleasure can move into sin territory—relaxing can become laziness and sloth, love can become lust, the joy of sex can get perverted or exploited, the satisfaction of achievement or mastery can slip into pride or obsession, the delight in something new can become an increasing demand for novelty, and the enjoyment of food and drink can become gluttony and drunkenness. Satan’s job is to distort and corrupt our pleasure in such a way that our enjoyment diminishes while our craving increases. When he perverts and distorts God’s gifts of pleasure, Satan’s victims get nothing in return!
Our good God has given us nothing that isn’t good and our faith proclaims the goodness of His world. We have been blessed with the ability to enjoy God’s gifts of pleasure—let us honor Him by being as happy as we can in the delights of every day. On the other hand, we also have been called to be people of prudence and moderation. While pleasure is God’s department, the misuse of it is Satan’s! We have not been given license to enjoy God’s pleasures outside of His law. We are not to indulge in destructive, warped, or excessive pleasures nor are we to neglect our responsibilities for the sake of pleasure. Most important, we are never to love the blessings of pleasure more than we love the One who blessed us with them! Having duly noted these warnings, let us honor the Lord by finding pleasure in His everyday gifts!
There are but two lessons for Christians to learn: the one is to enjoy God, in everything; the other is to enjoy everything, in God. [Charles Simeon]
So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do everything for the glory of God. [1 Corinthians 10:31 (CSB)]
This is the day the Lord has made; let’s rejoice and be glad in it. [Psalm 118:24 (CSB)]
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Today’s socks tell me, “I am perfectly made” and remind me of Psalm 139’s affirmation that, “I have been remarkably and wondrously made.” All of my low-cut athletic socks have pithy affirmations woven into the toes. Depending on what pair I choose, I’m reminded that I have hope or that I’m loved, brave, strong, grateful, kind, powerful, blessed, or thankful. My favorite pair, however, tell me, “I am with you always!” It may seem silly, but there are times, especially during difficult days, when I recall the day’s affirmation on my feet and I stand a little more assuredly.
“Chocolate comes from cacao beans. Beans are vegetables. Salads are made of vegetables. Therefore, chocolate is a salad!” said the sign in the bakery. “I like their logic!” I thought. If you’ve ever tried to lose weight you probably know the loopholes used by dieters. Broken cookies have no calories because they fell out when the cookies broke, anything eaten with a diet soda is calorie-free, and food eaten off someone else’s plate doesn’t count because the original calories belong to them! Technically, anything licked off a spoon while preparing food isn’t eating; it’s cooking! Furthermore, if you’re eating with someone else, you’ve kept to your diet if the other person consumes more than you! As a once struggling dieter, I know all the excuses to justify over indulging. The worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves and, unfortunately, most of them aren’t as silly as these.
It’s been nearly 50 years, but I’ll never forget that day when, out of anger and fear, I vowed, “I’ll never forgive him!” My husband and I had taken our three children shopping for school clothes. While I was busy with the eldest, my husband said he’d take the other two for a walk through the mall. Unknown to me, the three-year-old had convinced his father that he’d stay at the store, sit quietly in a little crawl-through hole by the store’s entrance, and wait for his dad’s return. Unfortunately, my husband never told me of that decision. Having the attention span of a gnat, the little guy quickly grew bored watching shoppers. After wandering into the store to hide in the clothes racks, he looked for his brother and me. Not seeing us (since we were in a changing room), the independent guy decided we’d left without him and calmly went looking for us in the mall parking lot. While I was paying for our purchases, my husband returned with only one child in tow. Almost simultaneously, with panic in our voices, we asked one another, “Where’s Scooter?” My imagination went wild with all the horrible things that could have happened to the youngster. In an instant, I decided I’d never forgive my husband for his carelessness and that our marriage would be over!
Today is Labor Day—the unofficial last day of summer. On a day originally intended to celebrate the accomplishments of workers, it’s somewhat ironic that most of us are doing as little work as possible. Nevertheless, whether it’s just making the bed, grilling the burgers, washing the car, or being called in for an emergency surgery, we’ll all do some work today. We appreciate the day off but we’d much prefer a full-blown vacation—with no chores, deadlines, schedules, or business calls, texts, and emails. On the ideal vacation, all we have to do is relax and enjoy ourselves.
We were discussing when and how we came to believe in the existence of God. Those who’d been brought up in families of faith said there never was a time they weren’t aware of God’s presence. Others spoke of believing in God because He is visible in His creation—in flowers, majestic mountains, birds, sunrises and sunsets, the vastness of space, or the miracle of birth. One came to believe in God while attending Vacation Bible School with a neighbor and another met God through a campus ministry. After apologizing in advance for “grossing” us out, one woman shared her experience while in medical school.
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