BEYOND OUR UNDERSTANDING

Let the peace of Christ [the inner calm of one who walks daily with Him] be the controlling factor in your hearts … And be thankful [to God always]. [Colossians 3:15 (AMP)]

cardinalIt’s that time of year again. Signs in stores say it, holiday lights in yards and on rooftops proclaim it, and we might greet one another in church with it. We send out cards with its message, sing of it and, yet, we’re bereft of it. We think we’ll have it when our chores are done, the cards mailed, the house cleaned, the tree decorated, the lights up, the cookies baked, the gifts purchased, the packages wrapped, and the bills paid. We sure we’ll get it if we reach our destination without delay or losing luggage or once our children arrive safely home. As long as everyone stays healthy, no food gets burnt, nothing is broken, politics isn’t discussed, no one gets drunk, and the back-ordered gift arrives in time, we’re sure to have it then. Yet, even when everything goes as planned (and believe me it won’t), it seems to escape us.

Peace—we all want it and yet we’ll never get it if we look for it in circumstances, possessions, places or people. Moreover, we’ll never find it if we think it is hidden in our attempts at perfection. It only God who is sovereign and omnipotent; we are merely flawed human beings and the sooner we accept that, the easier life will be. The peace we seek has nothing to do with perfection, prosperity, health or even lack of discord. It’s not dependent on circumstances or other people. The peace we seek is found in gratitude, love, graciousness, and forgiveness. We can only find true peace in Christ’s presence and our confidence in God’s plan. The peace we seek is a tranquility in spite of rather than because of our current situation. While it has nothing to do with what is happening around us, it has everything to do with what is happening within us and with whom we make our daily walk. When we walk with Him, we’ll experience a peace that truly exceeds our ability to comprehend it. Fortunately, we don’t have to understand it to experience it.

Peace be with you.

When Christ died, He left a will in which He gave His soul to His Father, His body to Joseph of Arimathea, His clothes to the soldiers, and His mother to John. But to His disciples, who had left all to follow Him, He left not silver or gold, but something far better—His PEACE! [Matthew Henry]

Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. And the peace of God [that peace which reassures the heart, that peace] which transcends all understanding, [that peace which] stands guard over your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus [is yours]. [Philippians 4:6-7 (AMP)]

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FALLOW FIELDS

Be assured that I will send my blessing for you in the sixth year, so the land will produce a crop large enough for three years. When you plant your fields in the eighth year, you will still be eating from the large crop of the sixth year. In fact, you will still be eating from that large crop when the new crop is harvested in the ninth year. [Leviticus 25:21-22 (NLT)]

rocking chairs As earth’s first gardener, God knew a thing or two about agriculture. Recognizing that continually working a field depletes the soil of valuable nutrients, He commanded the Israelites to let their land remain fallow every seven years. During this yearlong land Sabbath, no produce was to be planted, pruned or harvested and any food that grew by itself, such as grapes or figs, could not be harvested, sold or stored. God promised to grant an abundant crop in the sixth year so there would be plenty of food to carry the people through the Sabbath year and well into the next years until a new crop was harvested. Considered ownerless, the produce that grew by itself could be eaten by anyone or fed to the animals. The Sabbath year was a test of faith; it required the Israelites to acknowledge God as the true master of the land, to trust Him for His provision, and to share with those less fortunate.

You’d think people would be thrilled to take a year off from tilling the soil, planting crops, and pulling weeds. That seventh year was a gift—a year when farmers could take it easy—a year for travel, family, service, study, rest and worship. Unfortunately, in the eight hundred plus years between their exodus from Egypt and their captivity in Babylon, the Israelites failed to observe the land Sabbath seventy times.

What a sad state of affairs, when given a whole year’s rest, the people weren’t willing to enjoy it, but I’m not sure we’re much different from those ancient Israelites. We Americans can’t even rest one day a year without conducting business. Although not established by God, Thanksgiving Day (minus the football games and parade) is much like the original idea of the Sabbath day—a day of praise, thanksgiving, family, food, friends, fellowship, and rest. When I was a girl, all the stores were closed and everyone waited until Friday morning before even thinking about Christmas. As happened with the Israelites, however, fear and greed stepped in. Businesses began to worry that they’d never make a decent profit without having one more day of sales and consumers fretted about the number of shopping days remaining until December 25th. Many retail stores were open yesterday and I’m sure Amazon and other e-commerce sites made record sales. Our businesses are not much different from Judah’s farmers. Once a few of them ignored the Sabbath year, they all did and, eventually, no one even remembered the way it once had been. Once one store decided to open its doors on Thanksgiving, the retail flood gates opened. Yesterday, I even received emails from two Christian websites urging me to shop their great Thanksgiving deals! Although fifty national retailers opted to close their doors yesterday, the others seemed to double-down by opening their doors earlier and staying open later. I wonder if anyone will remember the quiet restful way Thanksgiving once was celebrated.

During those 490 years they failed to observe the land Sabbath, the Israelites drifted away from God and started worshipping pagan gods. Seventy years as captives in Babylon was the result of their disobedience. Unfortunately, it’s as easy to drift away from God and let fear and greed enter into our lives as it was for them. Yesterday, as one family member rushed away from the holiday table to return to her retail job (and others sped off to start their shopping), I realized we’ve become captives as well. We’re not slaves to our conquerors but we have become slaves to busy schedules, business competition, money, and the desire to acquire things (especially if they’re on sale). With His detailed instructions for observing both the Sabbath Day and Sabbath year, God did not intend us to live anxious lives where enough is never enough—never enough time, money, possessions, or shopping days. Ours is a more-than-enough God—a God of both abundance and rest.

Sunday is the first day in Advent—a season of preparation for the coming of Christ. As we prepare to celebrate His first coming and look forward to His return, let’s remember that God ordained both work and rest for His children. During this season of waiting, let’s take some time to rest and reflect on God’s amazing and abundant provision in our lives.

And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus. Now all glory to God our Father forever and ever! Amen. [Philippians 4:19 (NLT)]

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OFFERING PRAYERS

calico asterAlso, the Spirit helps us with our weakness. We do not know how to pray as we should. But the Spirit himself speaks to God for us, even begs God for us with deep feelings that words cannot explain. God can see what is in people’s hearts. And he knows what is in the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit speaks to God for his people in the way God wants. [Romans 8:26-27 (NCV)]

In yesterday’s message, I wrote that a friend prays and yet I’m amazed how rarely that actually happens. Yes, a friend may pray for someone but how often do we, as friends, pray with that someone? Twice when visiting someone in hospital, a chaplain has dropped in to visit. Twice, the chaplain spoke briefly with us and then turned to leave without offering a prayer. Twice, I was the one who asked for prayer—one time for a prayer of thanksgiving and the other for one of strength and healing. Afterwards, I wondered why these hospital chaplains didn’t offer to pray with us. Isn’t prayer part of their job? As I started to point my finger, I saw three fingers pointing back at me and had to admit that I’m not one for offering spur-of-the-moment prayers either. I asked God not to allow me to leave a prayer unoffered or unsaid.

Last month, shortly after the second hospital incident, I was talking with a recently widowed friend. A trip with flowers to the cemetery had left her sad and teary-eyed. We hugged as I departed. I’d only taken a few steps toward my car when the Holy Spirit convicted me: “Here’s your opportunity—pray with her!” I turned back to my friend, held her hands and lifted her needs up to the Lord. I wasn’t eloquent and couldn’t remember any Bible verses; whatever I said was unremarkable, but that didn’t matter. The Holy Spirit knew my friend’s needs and lifted our prayers heavenward.

I’m a writer, not a prayer warrior, and offering prayer  is way out of my comfort zone. My comfort, however, is not high on God’s priority list. Last week, while taking pictures in the park before worship service, I stopped to chat with a young woman who’s started attending our church. I know little about her except that she’s new to the area, belongs to a friendly Dalmatian, and is job hunting. As I stooped to get a photo of her dog, I asked how the job search was going. Answering that she’d not gotten the job for which she applied, I replied with a few encouraging words. When I stepped away to continue taking pictures, I realized my work was not done. Turning back, I asked, “Can we pray?” We held hands and I offered a quick prayer that God would lead this lovely woman to the right job opening. There was nothing memorable or eloquent about my words; they were, however, heartfelt and sincere.

It’s easy to say, “I’ll pray for you,” but a bit harder to actually do it. For many of us, it’s even harder to pray with someone right then and there, but isn’t that what all Christians (not just hospital chaplains) should do?  The sincere agreement of two believers in prayer is powerful and effective because the Holy Spirit is with them, guiding their requests. Our prayers don’t have to be eloquent or deeply profound; they just have to be said.

Rich is the person who has a praying friend. [Janice Hughes]

Also, I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about something and pray for it, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven.  This is true because if two or three people come together in my name, I am there with them. [Matthew 18:19-20 (NCV)]

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WE CAN ONLY IMAGINE

For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down (that is, when we die and leave this earthly body), we will have a house in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands. [2 Corinthians 5:1 (NLT)]

no bad daysAs the weather up north cools, our snowbird neighbors have begun returning to their southwest Florida homes. One neighbor recently arrived from Portland, Oregon, a city that ranks third in a list of cities with the most depressing winters. Their weather forecast alternates between cloudy with rain showers to partly cloudy with a 60% chance of rain and that’s not likely to improve! Their early November temperatures will range from highs in the mid-60s to lows in the mid-40s with a UV index that never gets above a 2. On the other hand, our ten-day forecast fluctuates between sunny and mostly sunny with no more than a 10% chance of rain. Temperatures will rise to the mid-80s during the day and fall to the mid-60s at night; the UV index is 6 or 7. In short, Portland is damp, gray and dreary and we’re dry, warm and sunny (and should wear sunblock). On my neighbor’s first day back in our tropical paradise, while relaxing on her lanai with a book, she happened to fall asleep. Upon waking, hearing the mockingbird’s happy song and feeling the warm gentle breeze on her face, she had a moment of confusion and forgot where she was. Feeling incredibly peaceful, relaxed and refreshed, for a moment she actually thought she’d died and gone to heaven!

I thought of her story when I Can Only Imagine was sung Sunday morning during worship service. Although we can only imagine what heaven will be like, I know it will be even better than an autumn afternoon in southwest Florida and sunblock won’t be necessary! One friend insists that heaven will have a beach, cats and music by the Gaithers while another is sure there will be dogs and great fishing. Some people insist it couldn’t be heaven without chocolate and my husband’s idea of heaven probably includes 60s music and barbecue ribs. Something, however, tells me that even our best fantasies can’t equal the splendor and glory God has in store for us.

While I’m not sure what heaven has, I know for sure what it doesn’t. There will be no pain, sorrow, tears, loss, temptation, frailty, anxiety, fear or need. There will be no broken bodies and no sad souls. Moreover, while people have been known to get bored in our southwest Florida town, that’s not likely to happen in heaven. God will have plenty of exciting and valuable things for us to do—they’re just things that we can’t even fathom while on this side of the grass. We’ll probably do the sort of things Pastor David Burns suggested in a sermon several years ago: worship without distraction, serve without exhaustion, fellowship without fear, learn without fatigue, and rest without boredom. Whether we do all that with our cats or dogs while the Gaithers sing, “There will be peace in the valley,” I can only imagine.

I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side.
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When your face is before me.
I can only imagine.
Surrounded by your glory,
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you, Jesus,
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine,
I can only imagine.
I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun.
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you.
[I Can Only Imagine (Bart Millard)]

I heard a loud shout from the throne, saying, “Look, God’s home is now among his people! He will live with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever. … I am the Alpha and the Omega—the Beginning and the End. To all who are thirsty I will give freely from the springs of the water of life. All who are victorious will inherit all these blessings, and I will be their God, and they will be my children.” [Revelation 21:3-4,6-7 (NLT)]

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TEAR-DOWNS

Jesus answered, “I am telling you the truth: no one can see the Kingdom of God without being born again.” [John 3:3 (GNT)]

So get rid of your old self, which made you live as you used to—the old self that was being destroyed by its deceitful desires. Your hearts and minds must be made completely new, and you must put on the new self, which is created in God’s likeness and reveals itself in the true life that is upright and holy. [Ephesians 4:22-24 (GNT)]

Galena, ILReal estate ads can be somewhat misleading. “Needs TLC” usually means  structural damage; a “handy-man special” requires  rehabbing and money; “waterfront” probably has a basement that floods; “cozy” means really small and “intimate” is even smaller than cozy. “Tear-down,” however, means just that; while the property may have value, the house isn’t worth renovating. In our southwest Florida community, it is not unusual to see advertisements for homes with an asking price in the seven digit territory (none of which need TLC, handymen, have flooded basements, are cozy or intimate.) Since it’s difficult to believe there’s anything needing improvement in such expensive houses, the shocker is that some of those homes are listed as tear-downs. That hefty asking price is for the privilege of tearing down the existing structure and spending several millions more to build another one in its place.

The price God pays for us is greater than millions of dollars—we are purchased with the blood of Christ. When we accept His offer, we turn possession of our lives over to Him to do with as He pleases. We’re not in pristine condition; in fact we don’t even qualify as handy-man specials. As valuable as we are, we’re tear-downs. God won’t just fix up a few things, slap on a new coat of paint or replace the Formica with granite. He doesn’t renovate us by tearing out a little selfishness and replacing it with some brand new generosity or adding a touch of self-control. Rather than patching up bits and pieces, God starts all over again and rebuilds us from the ground up. With those Florida “tear-downs”, the previous owner doesn’t get to stop the bulldozer from razing the old building or offer advice on renovations. Why, I wonder, do we hesitate to give God full rein on our rebuild when we accept His offer of salvation?

The only similarity a tear-down house shares with the new one is its address in an exclusive neighborhood. When the Holy Spirit moves into us, however, we continue to look the same on the outside but we’re totally transformed on the inside. Although the carpenters, painters and tile men eventually finish their work and leave those houses, God is never quite done with us. His Holy Spirit remains to continue transforming our lives for the rest of our days.

Anyone who is joined to Christ is a new being; the old is gone, the new has come. [2 Corinthians 5:17 (GNT)]

I have been put to death with Christ on his cross, so that it is no longer I who live, but it is Christ who lives in me. This life that I live now, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave his life for me. I refuse to reject the grace of God. [Galatians 2:19b-21 (GNT)]

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ON THE BOARDWALK

raccoons
The Lord is my shepherd; I have all that I need. He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to his name. [Psalm 23:2-3 (NLT)]

For I have given rest to the weary and joy to the sorrowing. [Jeremiah 31:25 (NLT)]

A weary body and a sorrowful soul described me Saturday morning. Twice in the last twelve days one family member came perilously close to death while another loved one entered Hospice care. Most of last week was spent in airports, on planes, or at a hospital bedside. Having finally gotten home well past midnight, I crawled out of bed that morning physically and mentally exhausted.

Hoping to clear the cobwebs from my mind, I took a walk in a nearby park. The psalms often speak of water refreshing us but, for me, it is a walk outside. As the butterflies danced in the sunshine, my spirits began to lift. Nevertheless, my mind was churning and I was still trying to solve and control situations that I can neither solve nor control.

Hoping to spot a few canna lilies from the boardwalk, I kept looking over the right railing. An inner voice clearly told me that I’d see something special on the other side. “Forget it,” said another voice, “God isn’t a park ranger guiding you on a nature walk. You’re going to feel like an idiot when nothing’s there!” Indeed, I had to agree. God certainly has better things to do than point out flowers in a park. Something, however, kept nudging me so, feeling rather foolish, I crossed to the opposite railing and looked down. There, right below me, invisible from the other side of the boardwalk, was a family of playful raccoons.

For many, that sighting might not mean much but, for me, those raccoons were a gift from God! They renewed me the way green meadows and peaceful streams refreshed David. They made me realize how my life overflows with blessings. Guiding me to those endearing critters was God’s way of saying “Listen to me and trust me. Trust me to guide your loved ones through this valley. Trust me for all the comfort, guidance and provision you and your family need.”

I don’t normally hear a voice that so clearly directs my actions; Saturday I did. Some might dismiss it as intuition but I think that small voice was the Holy Spirit bringing me a message of comfort and hope. The enemy, however, tried to steal that from me with doubt. Fortunately, I took a few steps in faith and God showed me that I can trust Him and take Him at His word.

The situation of those I love has not changed but, after sighting those masked bandits in the woods, my perspective has. If God can guide me to the other side of the boardwalk for an “Aha!” moment, I will trust that, in His own time and way, He will gently guide my loved ones through their dark valleys to the other side.

Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me. Your rod and your staff protect and comfort me. You prepare a feast for me in the presence of my enemies. You honor me by anointing my head with oil. My cup overflows with blessings. Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will live in the house of the Lord forever. [Psalm 23:4-6 (NLT)]

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