Too many people look in all the wrong places, trying to find something that will satisfy their needs and longings. Some things we don’t need to bother with can give us good feelings, and we may get deeply connected with some very harmful habits.
But the good feelings don’t last, and that’s because only closeness to God gives that rich, satisfied feeling.
Overindulging in alcohol or drugs or even food, for example, is not a sickness itself, but addiction is--and also a symptom of affliction of the spirit. The real malady is isolation from God, a deeper-than-the-bones soul sickness. He satisfies “more than the richest feast.”
Psalm 63 says it well—David was in the wilderness, thirsty, lonely and needy:
O God, you are my God;
I earnestly search for you.
My soul thirsts for you;
my whole body longs for you
in this parched and weary land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in your sanctuary
and gazed upon your power and glory.
Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!
I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.
I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.
Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your strong right hand holds me securely.
Archbishop Desmond Tutu is a highly respected man, a winner of the Nobel Peace Prize for his work against apartheid in Africa, a worker for the helpless, the hungry, the hopeless. He has written a new book called Made for Goodness.
The April 2 issue of The United Methodist Reporter featuresan interview with Tutu’s daughter, Mpho Tutu, who is herself an Episcopal priest, a woman of distinction who helps the needy; she is the chair emeritus of the board of the Global AIDS Alliance.
In the interview, Mary Jacobs asked Ms. Tutu this question:
In (his) book, your father says: “We are tuned to the key of goodness. That is not to deny evil; it is to face evil squarely. We can face evil squarely because we know that evil will not have the last word.” Aren’t some people evil? How can we believe that we are all good when we see the horror that humans inflict upon one another?
Ms. Tutu answered:
He would say that no one is inherently evil . . . . that we are not born as sinners in need of saving; instead we are saints in need of seeing. We need to see who we really are and live into the truth of who we are.
Jacobs asked:
Not born sinners? Aren’t you contradicting a key statement of Christian faith?
Tutu answered:
I would say that we are not so much contradicting it as seeing it differently.
I have to respectfully agree with Ms. Jacobs’ assessment. The Bible clearly says we are all sinners from birth. We all need saving from ourselves. I think Archbishop Tutu is a wonderful man who has known and lived in the righteousness of God for such a long time that perhaps he has forgotten. That is one of the dangers we have to guard against.
We can’t forget that we need help to get out of the pit of self. Otherwise, why did Jesus Christ have to die on the cross?
Death hits us hard. We hate seeing the affliction of people we love, and we hate suffering when we have to do it ourselves. Death separates us, and there are too many messy emotions.
Max Lucado says, “Something about death makes us accuse God of betrayal. ‘If God were here, there’d be no death!’ we claim.” Max calls death “our ultimate dilemma.”
Max writes about the passage in John 11, the story of sisters Mary and Martha and their brother Lazarus, of Bethany, who were Jesus’ much-loved friends. Jesus heard about Lazarus’ desperate illness, but he waited three days to go to Bethany, and by that time, Lazarus had died. Jesus talked about belief to his disciples: “…I am glad for your sake that I was not there, so that you may believe.”
He was concerned about Martha’s belief. She was a little testy with him, saying if he had been there, Lazarus would not have died. He said her brother would rise again, and she said sure, sure, “in the resurrection at the last day.”
Jesus responded, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?"
"Yes, Lord," she said, "I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, who was to come into the world."
Everybody was talking in sort of accusatory tones about how Jesus could have saved him from death if he had come sooner. By this time, there was an odor. Too late. He had been there four days. But Jesus, moved to tears, prayed, "Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me." Then he told them to roll away the stone at the entrance to the grave. He called to Lazarus to come out, and he did. People gasped, amazed. They believed.
Then Jesus said, "Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?"
The thing is, God never leaves us alone, even though we may turn our backs on him, angry and defiant and determined to try to cope with it ourselves, without his help. Max says “if God is God anywhere, he has to be God in the face of death.” Only God has the power to deal with it. We can’t handle death’s destruction alone. Lazarus, of course, eventually did die and remain in the grave. The story of Lazarus shows that God can do what he says he will do--give us eternal life. Do you believe this?
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Here is a link to this amazing story, John 11, from Bible Gateway.
These thoughts come from Day 23 of Max Lucado’s Lenten Bible study Only Jesus--Forty Days with the Son.
Take a look at the amazing and beautiful pictures of distant outer-space scenes at the National Geographic site linked here.
In her book Walking on Water, Madeleine L’Engle says there is no conflict between science and religion. “All that the new discoveries of science can do is to enlarge our knowledge of the magnitude and glory of God’s creation. We may, and often do, abuse our discoveries, use them for selfish and greedy purposes, but it is the abuse which causes the conflict, not the discoveries themselves” (230).
Look at all the brouhaha over Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution. I am not going to say it is not true. It is a theory, and if it is true, that’s because it is the way God chose to do things. Darwin himself did not say his theory came into conflict with religious belief. Although he eventually declared himself to be an agnostic, he said these things:
1. "The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us...."
2. “It seems to me absurd to doubt that a man may be an ardent Theist & an evolutionist.” (Letter to John Fordyce, May 7 1879) 3. “I hardly see how religion & science can be kept as distinct as [Edward Pusey] desires… But I most wholly agree… that there is no reason why the disciples of either school should attack each other with bitterness.” (Letter to J. Brodie Innes, November 27 1878) 4. “In my most extreme fluctuations I have never been an atheist in the sense of denying the existence of a God.” (Letter to John Fordyce, May 7 1879)
You can find these quotations at this site.
We can’t know everything about God. There’s much we do not know, in fact, even though we like to think we know just about everything important there is to know. I am content to trust God and to know that he (not people) controls the universe.
This twenty-month-old girl was discovered abandoned, crying, locked in a men’s restroom at a Shell service station in Newark, Delaware, on Feb. 21. Later, police found a possible link to a woman thought to be her mother, whose charred body was uncovered in the remains of a fire. This NY Daily News article tells the story.
In Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, a young man went out to socialize recently, leaving his nine-month-old baby girl alone in a hotel room. Some hotel employees used a pass key to open the room after she had been heard crying for hours. Apparently, she was alone there for thirteen hours. The story about this incident is in this Vancouver Sun article, dated Feb. 25.
The BBC Live News Channel features a story about a tiny baby girl, around two to four months old, who was abandoned in November, 2008, outside a hospital emergency room in Lincolnshire, England.
How can parents abandon their children, no matter what the circumstances are? Disclaimer: I am not talking about "tough love," which people sometimes must resort to in order to make their children aware of intolerable destructive behavior; what I refer to is parents leaving children for selfish reasons. Imagine the unspeakable devastation of children of any age whose parents rejector go off and leave them. What can comfort such a child?
The only thing of lasting power to give solace and healing to a child’s heart broken through rejection or abandonment is the sheltering love of God.The Bible says God is close to the brokenhearted, to children unloved and left alone. In Psalm 27: 10, David knows that “Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me.” He will become both father and mother to children bereft of parents.
God’s love is the only perfect love. Parents are human and therefore flawed. Their love is imperfect, and they cannot hope to love unconditionally. But if they know love of any kind, they know something of God. God will heal the heart of anyone abandoned and left rejected and deeply hurt. And, too, he will forgive parents who cause such hurts.
I once met a pastor named Ruben in Mexico who made up a song he sang while he worked as a construction boss. These are the words (translated), a message to parents in a country with many abandoned children, especially near the border: All who can hear my voice, if you have children, never leave them, never abandon them.
Ash Wednesday was a few days ago, Feb. 17. In celebration of the beginning of Lent, I went to an evening service at my church. Pastor John put a cross-shaped smudge of ashes on my forehead, saying “Dust you are, and to dust you will return.” He said Lent is a time for reflection and repentance.
He said sometimes people give up something for Lent, but too often, they do it for the wrong reasons--to lose weight, for example. The purpose for giving up something is to help us focus on Christ, what he means to us, our response to him. I don’t have trouble with that focus, so I don’t give up anything, or at least I never have until this year.
My daughter and I decided to forego desserts except for one day a week. As I said, I have not done this before. On Tuesday, the 16th, I celebrated the coming experience by eating the last big chocolate chip cookie, grown slightly stale, but homemade, and a handful of semi-sweet chocolate bits. Someone pointed out to me that Mardi Gras, “Fat Tuesday,” is for that purpose, so people especially in New Orleans can go all out in whatever debauchery they love, and then give it all up for Lent. Somehow, that bit of information always eluded me. I knew they did it, as loud and long as possible, but I never realized its connection to Lent.
The result of my sacrifice, so far, is that every time I see chocolate or have the opportunity, like today, to turn down a hot fudge sundae, I think about Jesus and my commitment to him. I believe my attention will be more riveted on him in the coming weeks because of it. I will spend more time in prayer, meditation, and Bible reading.
I grew up as a Baptist, and we didn’t do Ash Wednesday or Lent. I have been a Methodist for over thirty years, but have been paying close attention for only sixteen years--I fell in love with God in March, 1994, just before Easter. (Here’s a link to that story.) So I am still learning.
As I learn more about him, I see how wondrous his love is, how tender and precious. And I understand that this unfathomable love is the reason for the miracle of atonement through his son Jesus. I do not deserve it and never could, but I am forgiven and have a healed heart filled with sweet, quiet--sometimes loud--joy. And that is my strength.
Here are links to a couple of posts I wrote in previous years about Lent. I invite you to read them!
I had a forty-five minute drive home the other day. It was late afternoon, and I was tired, dreading the drive home.
Suddenly the sun broke through the clouds in an afterthought, so I looked up to see a little blue sky. High overhead was a V-formation of ducks or geese, headed north. I watched them as long as I could. Two other formations came along, then. I slowed down so I could see them longer.
As the road turned, I could see a large group of them from the back, and I saw something new (to me!). Occasionally, a bird near the front of the formation would move a little sideways. All the rest of the birds in that line followed that one exactly, and so the whole line rippled, like a wave in water. It happened in several waves.
I was amazed at the sight of how closely they followed, how precisely each one imitated the one just ahead. It was a beautiful thing--a ripple of birds.
He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.
This verse is found in the first chapter of Colossians, verse 17. In this chapter, Paul prefaces his letter to the Christians of Colossae, a city in ancient Greece. The Christian Colossians are said to have been in error in their beliefs. Paul feared they were heading toward ways of worshipping that would reduce Christianity to a legal system and obscure Jesus.
The verse is part of a statement of beliefs--a testimonial prayer for the believer’s life. It proclaims the Lordship of Jesus Christ and the supreme power and love of God, who redeemed us from darkness and emptiness through Jesus. It means God created the world and everything in it, and that he is in control of it all.
That gives me hope and a sense of security, even when it may appear that our lives are falling apart. Because God is love, I know I can depend on him. That doesn't mean he will keep me from being hurt or sick or from making dumb decisions. But it does mean that when these things happen, I will still be able to find a center of peace, a cool oasis in the desert. All will not be lost--even if all is lost.
I graduated from UT Austin with (rather, at the same time as) Lynda Bird Johnson, oldest daughter of Lyndon Baines and Lady Bird Johnson. I saw her in her cap and gown just before the ceremony, walking down a wide sidewalk that extends a long way down in front of the UT library. She was surrounded by secret service agents, also in caps and gowns. They were looking about suspiciously. They reminded me of a flock of blackbirds.
LBJ and Lady Bird were there in the audience, of course, and I had a good view of them. My parents were there, too; it was a relatively small summer graduation outside on the “mall.” Apparently, the Johnsons had asked that the speakers pay no particular attention to them, as nobody even introduced them.
“Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero” means “seize the day and place little trust in tomorrow.” Apparently, this Latin phrase is quite popular these days as a tattoo. An Internet search of Google Images shows a large number of inquiries about it and many pictures of designs featuring it.
I have a young friend, in her thirties now, whose small butterfly tattoo grew to huge proportions when she was pregnant. But she really wanted to rid herself of the two-inch flower on her ankle, so she underwent five laser treatments to have it removed.
She learned several things:
1. Tattoo removal is painful and expensive. As the picture above shows, the inks/paints are deeply buried in the skin. This article describes removal options and gives other interesting information.
2. Getting a tattoo can be dangerous; tattoo artistry is not regulated and is often unsanitary. You can get hepatitis and other blood-borne diseases from dirty needles.
3. Some tattoo artists use metallic inks, even automobile paint, for their designs. Metal-based paints can cause pain and burning during later MRIs.
My friend moved away from the city where she was having the removal treatments. Now the flower tattoo looks like a bruise, and she is happier with her ankle that looks more like the perfect one God gave her.
Seizing the day is good. However, while you might enjoy your tattoo today and even for a few years, you can trust that a time may well come when you will wish you had seized it with less permanent means.
Here’s a truth: children grow up too fast. And here’s an auxiliary truth: life goes by too fast; we are too soon old. Therefore, carpe diem. As a poetry lover, I wish to share with you this poem by Thomas Lux.
The book of Luke tells us that the angel of God said to Mary, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God.” And so she became pregnant with the baby Jesus.
Soon after that, Mary went to spend several months with her relative Elizabeth and her husband Zechariah, who lived in the hill country, some distance away. The angel had also told Mary that Elizabeth was six months pregnant; beyond the child-bearing age, Elizabeth had been unable to conceive until then.
As soon as Mary greeted Elizabeth, the baby in her womb, she said, “leaped for joy.” This baby, from the womb, recognized the Christ child in Mary’s womb. He was to be John the Baptist, who would prepare the way for the Messiah. The Holy Spirit within him saw the Christ and communicated joy to his spirit.
My friend and Sunday school teacher, whose name happens to be Mary, said this reaction of the unborn baby John to the unborn baby Jesus is a picture of what happens when we accept Christ. The Holy Spirit comes inside us to give us the mind of Christ so that we can discern truth. And so the Holy Spirit in us recognizes Jesus and causes our spirits to leap with joy.
On the previous Sunday morning, a man in our class said he wasn’t so sure all that was possible. In human terms, it is not possible.
Do I believe God can do anything—that he is omnipotent? If my answer is “yes,” then how can I question a pregnancy that happened without human intercourse? How can I question the pregnancy of an old, barren woman? How can I question one unborn baby’s reaction to another unborn baby?
Luke 1:37 says, “For nothing is impossible with God.”
The American cultural focus these days is on risk, threat, danger, hazard, warning. Swine flu, terrorism, AIDS, e. coli, massive blood infections. Dust mites, global warming, mad cow disease, tsunamis, Lyme disease, autism. Failure, computer viruses, insomnia, PAD, ED, TB, plagiarism, death. Losing face, losing money, losing custody, losing control. We are dogged by angst.
Max Lucado wrote a thought-provoking book about this subject called Fearless: Imagine Your Life without Fear. He made me think about it, and I realize how huge fear is in our culture. I can think of quite a number of important things I could have done--might have done--but never even considered because of my fear and timidity. With God’s help, I can overcome fear in my life. I think it’s my biggest obstacle.
Can you imagine what your life would be like without fear? What if fear and anxiety went away and left you in peace? How would it be if we could trust God so completely that we relinquished control of our lives to him? He’s in control, anyway; we just think we are.
Would you live differently? How might it change things?
Some well-meaning (maybe) woman recently said this to a young mother I know:
Look at yourself. You look like a mom. You are a beautiful woman, but your children suck everything out of you. You need to spruce up your wardrobe and do something for yourself! Let yourself be the priority for once!
The young mother was shocked and hurt, understandably. She thought about her priorities, and here’s what she decided:
My children are my priority and greatest blessing, as they should be. My job right now is to love them, guide them into adulthood, and teach them to love God so their lives will be filled with him. That’s how they can best live in the world, which is full of hard knocks--through love of God and other people. Concern about “Self” is of little importance in the rank of major things.
I agree with her. While our children were growing up, I saw my mother-role as the most important thing I’d ever do and as the most rewarding of all hats I would ever wear. I still feel that way, as a grandmother. And, by the way, the baby in this picture is one of my granddaughters. Isn't she a cutie? Look how trusting she is. She knew, somehow, even at this age, that she was deeply loved.
It is no secret that I am a word person. I have no words to describe how words intrigue me, draw me, inspire, entertain, and confuse me. I love to investigate all kinds of wordage--their meanings, both their denotations and their connotations.
My word! The word word speaks broad meaning. You can give your word as a promise, to assure someone. Or you can speak a word of caution or advice. You should keep your word, in the first case, and you should limit your word in the second. People will depend on your word if you don’t break it, but they will ignore you if your outpouring of words is too numerous, too critical or bossy, or too insignificant. You must be a man or woman of your word, standing on that word, and be as good as your word. You must never break your word.
If you are quoting an expert, be sure to do it word for word rather than in so many words, or you’ll mislead somebody. If you take the words right out of someone’s mouth, your relationship might be very close and understanding. If you hang on somebody’s words, you could be in an unbalanced relationship.
You could be a wordsmith who enjoys subtle wordplay, arranges wording in word processing, or plays word square or does crossword puzzles. You could read the wonderful words of Wordsworth. You could be wordless, which I am not. You could have a brain-lesion problem called alexia that makes you word blind, so you can’t read, and that would be torture. You could look up the 100 most beautiful words in the English language at this linked site.
You could read the word of God. You could see that it is the living word, and in the book of John, you could learn how the Word became flesh in the person of Jesus.
Words have great power, and that’s why the pen is mightier than the sword. But in a word, all this utterance is just so many words.
The ocean floor is home to one of the world’s largest clean-up crews. Imagine all the leavings of carelessness, death, and destruction that sink to the bottom of the ocean.
Scientists in oceanography have discovered that thousands of scavengers and decomposers, as well as exotic and beautiful creatures, live in total darkness below 656 feet in the ocean, according to this linked Associated Press article on Yahoo.
The AP article says “Thousands of marine species eke out an existence in the ocean's pitch-black depths by feeding on the snowlike decaying matter that cascades down — even sunken whale bones. Oil and methane also are an energy source for the bottom-dwellers. . . .”
The deepest ocean floor is the domicile of giant tubeworms. In the upper areas of the ocean, an Extreme Science site says, tubeworms commonly grow to about the size of your hand, but the deep sea variety of tubeworm often reaches eight feet in length around warm-water vents.
According to the site of the College of Earth, Ocean, and Environment at the University of Delaware, tubeworms are structurally very simple in that they do not have the internal organs most creatures have--mouth, eyes, and stomach--that aid in finding nourishment and eating. It was discovered recently that they do have mouths and stomachs in their earliest stages to help them take in the bacteria on which they live. But as they grow, these organs disappear.
The Extreme Science site says
Scientists were at a loss to explain how these tube-worms were getting nutrients to survive and grow. It turns out their insides are lined with bacteria that oxidize the H2S (hydrogen sulfide gas released by the hydrothermal vents), turning it into usable nutrients for the worms. The bacteria, in turn, benefit from the relationship because the worms deliver blood-containing hemoglobin, which helps the bacteria to break down the sulfides.
It is all a cycle whose parts mesh perfectly.
The deep-sea tubeworm is something amazing (among many things) that God has created as part of the ocean’s janitorial team. Even nasty oil spill messes can be scoured up and turned into nutrients. The earth is full of highly efficient scavengers and decomposers like buzzards, hyenas, and cockroaches, not to mention fungi, microbes, and bacteria.
Afterthought: A cockroach can live a week without its head! (It only dies then because it can't drink water.) --A Good Grief! Moment from NatureWorks
Here are some great Christian books that I've read:
The Bible
Bread for the Journey--Henri Nouwen, or anything by Nouwen
Fearless: Imagine Your Life without Fear, or anything by Max Lucado
Life of the Beloved--Henri Nouwen
Mere Christianity--C.S. Lewis, or anything by Lewis
Rumors of Another World--Philip Yancy, or anything by Yancy
Same Kind of Different as Me--Ron Hall
The Irresistible Revolution--Shane Claiborne
My Utmost for His Highest—Oswald Chambers
Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt and Christ the Lord: The Road to Cana--Anne Rice, and NOT just anything by Rice!I have Called Out of Darkness by Rice, the story of how she came to the decision to follow Christ, to read soon.