Friday, December 1, 2017

Power in Creating

“Why pay $39.99? I can easily make those,” I said to my husband. We were wandering the shops of McKinney, Texas while on our anniversary date and the varieties of stuffed pumpkins caught my eye. I am a great copier. Not many of my ideas are original. But I can take a sample or a pattern and expand it to make it my own.

So I hunted ideas on Pinterest (a crafters heaven), pulled the sweaters out of the Goodwill give-away bag, and began creating pumpkins. But crafting is a slippery slope. My pumpkin spree (and a new front door) led to decorating my entryway. Pine Cones from East Texas turned into a new wreath. Salvaged logs doomed for the fire pit added height and dimension. Old fence wood—also destined for the fire—became a painted Burkholder wall hanging.

Before I knew it, I was on another crafting binge. I made five wreaths, twenty pumpkins, four entryway signs and eighteen tissue box covers. 

I love crafting. In my teens years, I learned to tie macrame knots which resulted in dozens of wall hangings, plant hangers, belts, necklaces and even a lamp shade. (And yikes, these designs are back in vogue.) For many years, I made macrame Christmas ornaments to give away every year. While serving in Indonesia, I helped design and instruct local sewers in various small projects that were sold in a successful business. 

My crafting comes in spurts and phases. I find an idea, ruminate on it, experiment and make dozens of the same item. My husband thinks I obsess and make too many, but when my ideas and materials run out, I stop. I move on to the next idea. Some of my crafts are fleeting like the origami vases and others are long lasting, like the annual Christmas card. One project—the pressed flower and homemade paper cards—actually resulted in earned income. Over the years, I have made scores of other projects.

Crafting and creating—especially for my home—brings me life. I am happiest when I have a project underway. But I also wonder if my life-giving activity is too introspective, too solitary. Given a choice, I would stay home and craft. I must force myself to also choose time with others. 

Last week, my pastor taught on Abraham’s faith. Yet [Abraham] did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised (Romans 4:20-21). He then reminded me that one of the ways God demonstrates this power that builds faith, is through creation. God creates from scratch and brings life to dead things.

Whereas I need inspiration from others’ designs and I rummage for materials that exist in my piles, God needs no Pinterest and creates from nothing. His incredible power gives me fuel for my faith. When I know God is powerful, I then believe he will do what he says he will do. 

In what ways do you create?
What are your life-giving activities?
How does God’s power seen in creation build your faith?

Prayer
My Master Creator, thank you for the ability to create even though my crafting is so puny compared with your great power. Making my little projects reflects your image in me. Thank you for the joy and revitalized life I experience when I create. But help me remember that creating is not just for me alone. I seek to be renewed so that I can pass on life, bring beauty to others and be reminded of your power. You can do the impossible and therefore, I believe. Strengthen my faith as I create.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Joy and Crown

As the nip of autumn fills the air, my mind turns to Thanksgiving. This is my reminder to thank you who make my ministry possible—you who intercede and give. I struggle every year because words seem inadequate. A gift card or a souvenir is too small. But a larger gift is a conflict of interest. How can I take funds from carefully sacrificed donations and turn around and spend them on a gift to the giver? Such is my strange lifestyle and predicament. 

The Apostle Paul found himself in a similar situation. He relied on the gifts of others to complete his missionary journeys. While in prison, he needed the family of God to send him money and encouragement. And he had absolutely nothing to give in return. So, he wrote letters. Thank-you notes, if you will. To the church at Philippi, he said, I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now (1:3-5). 

Along with gratitude, Paul’s deep affection for the church was expressed throughout the letter: God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus (1:8). My brothers and sisters, you whom I love and long for, my joy and crown (4:1).

The frequency of Paul’s gratitude—every time I remember you—and the strength of his expression—my joy and crown—challenges me. How often do I remember you who are so vital to my life? Are you my joy and crown? Can I say, as Paul did in I Thessalonians 2:19, that you are my hope, my joy, and the crown I will be proud of when our Lord Jesus Christ comes?

So, following Paul’s example:
I thank God for you, not just this month, but every time I think about, pray for and communicate with you. I rejoice in your accomplishments, your growth, your commitment to multiply God’s church around the world. The sacrifice of your prayer time and hard-earned cash makes me proud. I love each of you because you care about those who have yet to know and experience freedom in Christ and you entrust me with the privilege of serving workers who strive to make that freedom a reality. You are my joy and crown. Thank you.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

In The Boat

 Lake Brienz, Switzerland. Photo: Mark Burkholder
     (Mark 6:31-34) Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place.
     But many who saw them leaving recognized them and ran on foot from all the towns and got there ahead of them. When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.
    (Matthew 14:15-20) As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.”
     Jesus replied, “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.” 
     “We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered. 
     “Bring them here to me,” he said. And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.

Lord God, I have been coming and going a lot lately. Those around me are coming and going. I haven’t been still. I feel harried and rushed. Sometimes it seems as though I don’t have time for even the necessary things like eating and sleeping. I am hungry. Hungry for time with you. Hungry for a break. Hungry for deep connection.

That’s why I love your invitation to go with you to a quiet place. For there are many people coming for help and I need rest. At my core I want to be the kind of person, like Jesus, who attracts those who need healing and help. But at the same time, I don’t want too many. I want them on my time frame. I want them to not be too needy. And sometimes, I wish they’d just go away. Teach me compassion, Lord, when I see a need and remove my annoyance when it isn’t convenient. Show me when my best laid plans to rest need to be delayed.

When life is like this, I must be with you every moment. Teach me to rest on the journeyin the boatas we travel, along the way. Whether the boat ride is long or short, I can rest, for true rest is not the location or the ambiance or the length of time (although these are helpful). True rest is YOU, abiding in you. Even though there are times I don’t get the quiet place that I envision, You still invite me to rest and I can climb in the boat with you.

Hungry people come to me, and I don’t know what to do. I want to send them to someone else because I am afraid I cannot help or I am inadequate or ill qualified. But you tell me to give them something to eat. You take my few loaves and fishes and you multiple my abilities so that I can help others. I give you myself, Lord so that you can feed others through me.

But I am also one of the crowd. You, Lord are available to me whenever I need it. I do not need to go to other sources to find my nourishment. I need only come to you. You will feed me. And when you do the feeding, I am satisfied and there is abundance all around with leftovers to spare for others.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Adrift

Twelve weeks ago, my fatherthe last of my direct ancestorsdied. As I adjust to a world without dad, unfamiliar feelings are rising in me and I have been struggling to put words to them. Is this simply grief? Or is it symbolic of more? 

I feel like I am sitting motionless in water. Adrift, unmoored, untethered, rudderless, foundation-less. My tie to my forefathers was cut and I am unattached. Grief and responsibilities toss me to and fro and I no longer guide my course. I am insecure. I am an orphan. It is all very weird.

Now the mantel of matriarch rests on me and my siblings. Perhaps this is “adulting” in its final form. What is strange is that I haven’t relied on my father for decision making or financial provision for many years, and yet I feel his loss. He symbolized provision, care, protection and now he’s gone.

My father’s death forces me to change, to adjust. It stretches me. It takes me out of my comfort zone. I am handed unwanted tasks that make me feel small and inept. I am required to deal with a world that is different, to steward new financial gifts, to relate to and cooperate with siblings on a new level, to help disburse his assets. These are the things that, to me, take extra energy and grief has sapped mine.

And so I am resisting this new level of growing up. I want to default to the familiar, the comfortable, the easy. Let my days be same and boring, without event. This constant change and needing to call on my “adult self” is too much. I want to be taken care of, to be coddled.

Deep down, I realize I am anxious. Anxious because things have changed. Anxious about the new choices and decisions I have to make. Anxious about the level of interaction I must now have with my siblings. Anxious about my future because life is temporary.

And so I do what I always do in times like these. I turn to the Truth. I tell myself that
God is my Security: I find him an anchor for the soul, firm and secure in Hebrews 6:19 
He is my Provision: Psalm 37:25 reminds me the righteous are never forsaken or will their children beg for bread. 
He gives me Guidance and Protection: He is my hiding place. He will protect me. He will instruct me and teach me in the way I should go. He will counsel me with his loving eye on me. His unfailing love surrounds me as I trust in him. Psalm 32:7-11 
He is my Connection: God has not left me as an orphan. He has come to me in the form of the Spirit of truth. He is my advocate to help me and be with me forever. I am in him and he is in me. John 14:16-20
Father God, help me to be a true adult, to be rid of co-dependency and the need to be taken care of by my daddy, my husband, my boys or anyone else. There will be times I need to rely on the help of others - but not from a place of soul neediness. Today, I rely on You, my true provider. I trust You, my protector, and I come to You to fill me up. I talk to You, spend time with You, connect with You. I ask You to guide me through each task that is difficult or uncomfortable. 

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Treasure and Ponder

Recently I watched Anne with and E on Netflix. This is the newest episode version of the classic Anne of Green Gables story. There is a scene in this series where Marilla opens her closet, reaches high up on a shelf behind other things and pulls out an old box. She lovingly opens it to reveal a bundle of old love letters tied up with a bow. Then she sits down in a rocker and slowly opens a letter, remembering the love of a former beau. This is what we often do, isn't it, with items of sentimental value that we want to keep and treasure. 

I imagine Mary doing this in a figurative sense. Mary’s heart was pierced over and over. How did she manage to remain a faithful disciple of her son? How do we too, live with and survive a pierced heart?
Mary gave us beautiful practice we can imitate. Luke 2:19 says that Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart. Treasured (syntereo) means to remember or keep in mind lest it be forgotten and pondered (symballo) means to consider, dispute mentally or reflect. Further insight into this practice is found in Luke 2:50-52 they did not understand the saying that he spoke to them...And his mother treasured up all these things in her heart. Treasured in this instance (diatereo) means to keep continually or to store in one's heart.

I believe Mary "was continually keeping all these things in her heart, the picture being of her carefully guarding and keeping them together in her mind as in a treasure chest. She brought them all together and joined them with other thoughts so she could carefully compare and reflect on all they mean." (Principles from Women of the Bible, Book 1)

To illustrate what this means for us today, let me bring Mary into the 21st century. If Mary were alive today, I think she would find or make a treasure or keepsake box for her love letters from God

First, she would rememberPsalm 71:11 says remember the works of the Lord. In her box she would put (in either objects or words form) what the Angel told her and Joseph and the Shepherds, what Elizabeth and Simeon and even Jesus said. This way she could remind herself again of the promises, the miracles, the dreams, the amazing visitors, the fulfilled prophecies and how God kept them safe over the years.

Then she would reflect. II Timothy 2:7 says reflect on what I am saying, for the Lord will give you insight into all this. As Mary touched and took out each item, she could consider what it all meant, the words, the miracles, the promises, the pain. She wrestled in her soul to make sense of it.

And finally, she would retain. Luke 8:15 says But the seed on good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it, and by persevering produce a crop. Mary kept everything to refer to in the future, to give her comfort and faith when the next piercing came along. 

I have my "love letters" from the Lord in my “Treasure Box”. I don’t literally keep a box, but I have these truths on cards and bookmarks and flowers and in the notes on my smart phone. Here are some of mine that I remember, reflect on and retain:




How can we, like Mary, not say "let it be to me" when we treasure and ponder all God had done for us in the past and ask him to help us understand what he is currently doing?

May I suggest that you make your own box of remembrance or collection of objects or a special file on your computer or some unique way to help you remember, reflect and retain. I would love to hear how you treasure and ponder.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

My F(f)ather

Almost every Saturday for the past three years, my father has walked through my front door for a weekly visit. We sat on the couch, drank tea and chatted about our lives.

Two Saturdays ago, my father walked through my door as usual. Only it wasn’t so usual because it was the first time in six weeks that he could drive himself to my house. It felt right and normal again.

Then, last Saturday, I walked through my father's hospital door, sat by his bed and chatted about how he had lost the ability to walk. As we parted, he held my hand and said, “I’m sorry I won’t be able to walk through your front door again.” Since we were focused on walking, I was hopeful we could find other means to make sure Dad made it through the door.

The next dayFather’s DayI was in church singing the words to a favorite song, Good Good Father* and hearing the Holy Spirit speak to my breaking heart:

I've heard a thousand stories of what they think you're like
But I've heard the tender whispers of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that you're pleased
And that I' never alone

Eva, you are not alone, I am pleased with you

You're a good good father
It's who you are

Eva, I am your true Father even after your earthly father is gone. I am good.

And I'm loved by you
It's who I am

Eva, I love you and will take care of you.

Because you are perfect in all of your ways to us

Eva, my ways and timing are perfect.

As I was singing and weeping, my earthly father walked through his Heavenly Father’s front door. My father was right! He will never again walk through my front door. But while we were focusing on my physical home, God was focusing on his eternal home.

Oh, it's love so undeniable
I can hardly speak
Peace so unexplainable
I can hardly think
As you call me deeper still
Into love, love, love

Eva, my love and peace are here for you. Come deeper into my love, for I am your Good Father.

And now today, this Saturday, we celebrate my father’s life, legacy and testimony. We honor him and put his earthly bodythe one that ran at full steam for 92 years and then just petered outto rest. But his soul, his spiritmy real fatheris chatting about his life with his Real Father. The same Good Father that loves me.



*Songwriters: Anthony Brown / Joseph Patrick Martin Barrett
Good Good Father lyrics © Capitol Christian Music Group

Thursday, June 15, 2017

My Magnificat

Mary: How I praise the Lord. How I rejoice in God my Savior!
Hannah: How I rejoice in the Lord!
Miriam: Sing to the Lord! For I will sing about the Lord, the God of Israel.
Deborah: Praise the Lord! For I will sing about the Lord, the God of Israel.
Today I feel like Mary and Hannah and Miriam and Deborah! I must lift my voice and my pen and praise the Lord. Today I rejoice in my God and my Savior! I feel a song rising in me that has to be sung!

Mary: For he took notice of his lowly servant girl, and now generation after generation forever will call me blest of God.
Hannah: How he has blessed me!
While I haven't been blessed in the way that Mary was, I still feel that God has taken notice of me - a lowly, ordinary woman seeking to serve him. His marvelous grace has been extended to even me.

Mary: For he, the mighty Holy One, has done great things for me.
Hannah: No one is as holy as the Lord! There is no other God. Nor any Rock like our God.
God has been listening to my prayers and I am beginning to see real, concrete, tangible answers to the deep cry of my heart. His answer, his healing has been so gradual that at times it has seemed negligible. But lately, it has come in spades and leaps and bounds! There is no other answer, no one else who could do the work he has done.

Mary: His mercy goes on from generation to generation, to all who reverence him.
Hannah: He lifts the poor from the dust - yes, from a pile of ashes - and treats them as princes sitting in the seats of honor.
God's lovingkindness that I see to Mary has been extended to me. He has withheld what I deserved and given me what is undeserved.


Mary: How powerful is his mighty arm!
Hannah: For the Lord has solved my problem.
This kind of healing and change only comes from his hand. Only he can reframe a habitual life, renew a patterned mind and reprogram a heart.


Mary: How he scatters the proud and haughty ones! He has torn princes from their thrones and exalted the lowly.
Hannah: Quit acting so proud and arrogant! The Lord knows what you have done, and he will judge your deeds. Those who are mighty are mighty no more! Those who were weak are now strong.
At times I was proud and felt I deserved his attention and his immediate action to the desperate cry of my heart. But he is teaching me to be accept his ways in his time. 

Mary: He has satisfied the hungry hearts and sent the rich away with empty hands.
Hannah: Those who were well are now starving; Those who were starving are fed.
He has been more than what my hungry heart has needed and even wanted. He has filled me when I was empty and satisfied me with himself.


Mary: And he has helped his servant Israel! He has not forgotten his promise to be merciful. For he promised our fathers - Abraham and his children - to be merciful to them forever. 
As God did not forget to show love, compassion and mercy on the children of Israel, so he has not forgotten me. He has shown the same love to me. It hasn't been in the way I wanted or in the timeframe that suited me, but his love has always been there.

Thank you, my Lord for the recent grace and love I have experienced. It is from your hand and I want to give praise to the mighty, Holy One!

Mary: Luke 1:46-55 The Living Bible 
Hannah: I Samuel 2:1-10 The Living Bible

Friday, May 12, 2017

Healed

On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’” Then they remembered his words. Luke 24:1-8

No record exists of Jesus showing himself specifically to Mary after his resurrection, but since "he presented himself to [the disciples] and gave many convincing proofs that he was alive" (Acts 1:3), I have no doubt that Mary saw her son in the flesh again! Perhaps she was part of the delegation of women who ran to the tomb early in the morning. Perhaps she was with John because it was now his responsibility to care for her. We don't know if she had private words with him but we know enough.

Her son was alive! God had fulfilled the promise given to her by the angel. Her treasured memories and pondered thoughts finally made sense! The one born to save his people from their sins, saved her, his mother. What joy! Her soul that had been pierced over and over was now healed by her Savior's piercing!

As Mary was with Jesus through his whole life and death, she was there witnessing the power of the resurrection and the birth of the new church (Acts 1:14). Tradition suggests she ultimately ended up in Ephesus with John, serving the church there.

Mary is the Favored One. Because of God's grace alone, she was chosen to bring the Savior into the world and raise him.

Mary is the Blessed One. She surrendered from the start to God's will and believed that what he said would come to pass. She was blessed because she obeyed and became a member of the Kingdom of God.

And Mary is the Pierced One. She felt every prick of anxiety, rejection, and pain that Jesus felt. And as a result, she found the joy of salvation.

With grace came blessing and pain. But Mary endured and set a high bar for us of how to be a discipleSurrender, Believe, Treasure and Ponder.

Can you say with Mary, My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant? (Luke 1:46-48)

What about Mary's life and example do you most relate to?
What is God telling you that you need to follow and obey in the days ahead?
How does knowing that Jesus was pierced for you bring you healing?
How can you model your life after Mary?

PRAYER
Savior God, thank you for demonstrating your power over evil and death in your resurrection. Thank you that your wounds healed Mary and that they heal me. Give me your power to testify of this to the world and to become a true disciple as Mary was.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Torn

Carrying his own cross, [Jesus] went out to the place of the Skull (which in Aramaic is called Golgotha). There they crucified him, and with him two others—one on each side and Jesus in the middle. Pilate had a notice prepared and fastened to the cross. It read: JESUS OF NAZARETH, THE KING OF THE JEWS... Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. John 19:17-19, 25-27 

As the future of her precious son grew more bleak, she was nearby, waiting for news, speculating, praying, crying. I imagine she knew of (if not even witnessed) his betrayal by a friend, the mockery of a trial, the false accusations, the severe beating. She followed as he staggered to carry his cross, felt every horrifying hammer pound and shivered with each agonizing breath. She heard the insults hurled at him, watched the soldiers gamble for his cloak and taunt him. And she gazed on him as he took his last breath.

How her body must have hurt. How she must have wanted to make the pain stop, hold him in her arms, tell him it would be alright. Did she doubt? Did she wonder if she heard the angel right? In all her remembering and pondering, did she imagine this? Was this really the way of salvation? Where was the crown, the throne, the scepter? When would these awful Romans be overthrown? Torn! Pierced!

Mary wasn't going anywhere. When no other family members were there, and all male disciples except John had turned and run, Mary stayed with her son. Even God forsook him (Matt 27:46), but not Mary. (Can I say that?) She could not alleviate his suffering, but she could comfort with her presence.

But as Mary was pierced, Jesus was pierced for her. As her soul was wounded, his wounds paid the price for her soul. As Mary's presence comforted her son, his provision for a new family comforted her. As her heart broke for her son, so his heart broke for her.

Jesus knew the pain of his mother's piercings. And Jesus' piercings are for you and me as well. He understands our pain and our piercings.
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.  Is 53:5
Since he himself has gone through suffering and testing, he is able to help us when we are being tested. Hebrews 2:18  
How can you relate to Mary in the loss of her son?
How has Jesus' suffering alleviated yours?

PRAYER
Jesus, our sacrificed Lamb, thank you for suffering and being pierced for us. You died that Mary might be saved. You were pierced for my sins. Your wounds have healed me. Thank you that Mary found salvation through all her and your piercings.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Rejected

Then Jesus entered a house, and again a crowd gathered, so that he and his disciples were not even able to eat. When his family heard about this, they went to take charge of him, for they said, “He is out of his mind.”...Then Jesus’ mother and brothers arrived. Standing outside, they sent someone in to call him. A crowd was sitting around him, and they told him, “Your mother and brothers are outside looking for you.” “Who are my mother and my brothers?” he asked. Then he looked at those seated in a circle around him and said, “Here are my mother and my brothers! Whoever does God’s will is my brother and sister and mother.” Mark 3:20-21, 31-35

This passage of scripture makes me think of the story I read as a child, Are You My Mother? except that I imagine the offspring saying, "You are NOT my mother!" These words of Jesus are hard to swallow at first glance.

About two full years into his ministry, Jesus was constantly followed by great crowds and great controversy. His family heard the reports and thought he was nuts. Since "take charge of" means "to take custody of", they must have intended to take Jesus away, probably back home. This was a family intervention to reign in the one who was "beside himself".

But Jesus did not acknowledge Mary and her other sons as his family. You are not my mother! Ouch! It must have hurt to hear these words. After all she had done! Rejected! Pierced!

The jury is out on Mary's motive behind this intervention. Some think Mary agreed with Jesus' brothers. For her to take this step, she must have really felt he had gone too far and needed a cautioning mother talk. However, Dr. Timothy Ralston of Dallas Theological Seminary, feels that this doesn't fit with the unwavering faith characteristic of Mary. In his words:
The word translated "out of his mind" describes someone who is confused or has lost something, including one's spiritual and/or mental balance, one's path or something else. This "loss of way" can be described as "becoming distracted or diverted". Thus Mary's concern is that the excessive demands of the crowd have distracted and diverted Jesus from his larger Messianic responsibilities. Her son, she believes, is in danger of losing his way. (The Virgin Mary: Reclaiming Our Respect, due to be published in October)
What is clear is that Mary had to learn that Jesus's mission and his way of fulfilling it did not look like what she envisioned. Jesus was always turning things upside down. And he did it again here by redefining his family. Of course, Jesus didn't hate his family and he wasn't trying to cut them out of his life. He was simply saying that his true family members were those in the Kingdom of God, those who do God's will. 

Joseph H. Hallerman writes that in Jesus' world, blood relationships were of primary importance, in fact the brother-sister relationship was the strongest. Because marriages were arranged for the continuance of the patrilineal line and brides were strangers in their new home, one's primary affection and loyalty were to one's siblings. Therefore, when Jesus said that one's spiritual brothers and sisters were to take precedence over one's blood siblings, it was hugely counter-cultural.

Jesus reiterated this new spiritual relationship again in Matthew 10:37: Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Mary, like all disciples, had to be in a faith relationship with Jesus and follow his agenda.
Jesus was giving Mary the Gospel—the only path to blessedness. Physically giving birth to Jesus ultimately meant nothing if Mary never listened, believed, and lived out the teachings of her son. Her true calling life—and the only bond with him that endures—was to hear his words and to live by them. Her greatest calling was to follow Jesus and cultivate the family resemblance by becoming like her son." (Carolyn Custis James, Lost Women of the Bible)
Life on a missionary team taught me to redefine family. Teammates were brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and even grandparents. We were frequently in each other's homes for meals, game and movie nights, holidays and celebrations. We played together, laughed together and cried together. This concept of spiritual family brings comfort to the single, the widow, the childless, the orphan as it must have to Mary when her son died and went back to heaven.

Have you heard your child say "You are not my mother"?
How have you put too much emphasis on your blood relationships and not on your spiritual family?
How have you idolized your nuclear family to the point of excluding others? 

PRAYER
Father God, teach us what it means to be the family of God, to show our connection by doing your will and loving you most of all. Show us how to prioritize our spiritual relationships. Help us invite and include our spiritual siblings into our homes.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Prodigal Parent

Scripture tells us that Mary had other childrenJames, Joseph, Judas, Simeon and at least two daughters (Mark 6:3). One can only speculate what it was like to live with an older brother like Jesus! But scripture does give us a few glimpses into their relationship.
Jesus’ brothers said to him, “Leave Galilee and go to Judea, so that your disciples there may see the works you do. No one who wants to become a public figure acts in secret. Since you are doing these things, show yourself to the world.” For even his own brothers did not believe in him. John 7:3-5
Then Jesus entered a house, and again a crowd gathered, so that he and his disciples were not even able to eat. When his family heard about this, they went to take charge of him, for they said, “He is out of his mind.” Mark 3:20-22 
Jesus' brothers did not believe in him! They thought he was crazy! They tried to take charge of him. And they were nowhere to be seen when Jesus was falsely convicted and executed. Perhaps the fact that he wasn't carrying his weight around the home was the problem. Perhaps his perfection convicted them. Perhaps they were tired of him always being right. Perhaps they resented his popularity. Perhaps they hated being pushed into the spotlight to answer questions about him. After all, to them he was just Jesus, their big brother.

What strain this must have put on Mary's relationship with them. How hard it must have been to have children who didn't believe, even after all the years of recounting the angel's visit, promises, the evacuation, the miracles. 

Prodigal parent! Pierced! Mary knew the pain of a mother whose children do not follow the Savior, even though they have have been raised hearing the Gospel and seeing the handiwork of God. Any mother is torn when her children don't get along or have each other's back. Mary balanced the piercing tightrope of supporting her son's mission and loving her prodigals.

Thankfully, Mary's pain didn't last forever. Somewhere along along the way, her prodigals began to hear, listen and believe the truth about their very unique brother. After the resurrection, Jesus appeared to her son, James (1 Cor 15:7) and all the brothers were found joined together in constant prayer with the new church (Acts 1:14). James then became a leader of the church in Jerusalem (Acts 15:13-22, Gal 2:9) and is believed by most scholars to have written the epistle of James. Mary's other son, Judas, also wrote an epistle (Jude) and her sons and their wives took missionary journeys (1 Cor 9:5). I think we can safely assume that Mary's stalwart faith and unwavering belief in her son, Jesus, eventually helped her other children to also believe. 

Many of my dear friends have children who are prodigals. I often sit and pray with them as tears and sorrow overtake. They wonder what they did wrong. They are quick to blame themselves. Their greatest desire is for their children to love and follow Jesus.

The Apostle John says: No one who is born of God will continue to sin, because God’s seed remains in them; they cannot go on sinning, because they have been born of God (I John 3:9). May this be a comfort to those with prodigals. If the seeds of faith and salvation are in your children, they will not be able to run forever. The Spirit will draw back a wayward child. May we be the example Mary was to her prodigals.

In what ways are you a prodigal parent?
How does Mary's example encourage you today?

PRAYER
Jesus, thank you that the example of a godly mother can influence a prodigal child. I pray for my friends who know the piercing of this pain. Please help them to have stalwart faith and unwavering belief in you and your Spirit to draw back a wayward child.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Grieved

One year during home assignment, we put our sons in a private Christian school. We thought the environment would be less of a shock to our MKs used to life in Indonesia, but that proved not to be the case. How hard it was to watch both of them struggle—adjust to culture, make friends, understand idioms, wait for invitations, figure out this new life. I grieved for my boys. I wanted to take away their hurt and pain. I just wanted them to be happy. How much more so, Mary grieved for her son. Listen to what Mary had to witness and endure on his behalf:
Jesus left there and went to his hometown, accompanied by his disciples. When the Sabbath came, he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were amazed. “Where did this man get these things?” they asked. “What’s this wisdom that has been given him? What are these remarkable miracles he is performing? Isn’t this the carpenter? Isn’t this Mary’s son and the brother of James, Joseph, Judas and Simon? Aren’t his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him. Mark 6:1-3 
Among the crowds there was widespread whispering about him. Some said, “He is a good man.” Others replied, “No, he deceives the people. “You are demon-possessed,” the crowd answered. John 7:12, 20 
All the people in the synagogue were furious when they heard this. They got up, drove [Jesus] out of the town, and took him to the brow of the hill on which the town was built, in order to throw him off the cliff. Luke 4:28  
They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. John 8:6  
Then the Pharisees went out and began to plot with the Herodians how they might kill Jesus. Mark 3:6
The chief priests and the whole Sanhedrin were looking for evidence against Jesus so that they could put him to death, but they did not find any. Many testified falsely against him, but their statements did not agree. Mark 14:55-56
Grieved! Hurt! Pierced! Surely Mary felt the pain of Jesus' rejection, loss of reputation, and friends, especially among the neighbors. Usually, a celebrity has total acceptance and carte blanche among the home crowd. So when they don't, it pierces even more.

No mother wants her child to be an offense to others. We want our children, nieces, nephews and those we mentor to be liked, accepted, respected and loved by all. And how much more grieved are mothers of children with disabilities or social anxieties or mental illness? These moms especially understand the words of the author of Hebrews: Continue to remember those in prison as if you were together with them in prison, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering. Hebrews 13:3

What did Mary do? Did she rankle at the injustice? Was she angry at the mockers? Tempted to speak up in his defense? Or did she wish he wouldn't be so bold or abrasive? Maybe change his tone or his approach? Why does he say such controversial things? Why did he do that? Doesn't he realize the neighbors are talking? I don't want him to get hurt. Play it safe so that he doesn't have to suffer. Be normal so nobody notices. Had she expected that the Savior would be embraced with open arms? Did she think he could take David's throne peacefully?

I think Mary did what she had always done. She remembered—the prophecies, the exact words of the angel, Jesus' reply in the temple. And she pondered—the miracles he performed that showed his power over death, illness and nature; the words he spoke that revealed his identity as the bread of life, the lamb of God, the door, the way, the light, the living water.

Mary's unwavering faith enabled her to stand with Jesus in his pain and support him with her presence. And eventually, her journey led her to become a true disciple, to actively participate in the first church planting effort—to spread the Gospel.

What words and actions have you witnessed about your loved ones that have pierced your soul?
What promises from God do you have to remember and ponder? (See Dt 10:18, Is 53:2-3, Jn 15:15, Ps 145:8-9, 18 for starters)
What miracles and teachings of Jesus strengthen your faith?
How can you channel your grieving into spreading the Gospel?

PRAYER
Lord Jesus, I pray for all who grieve watching their children struggle to lead a normal life, to be accepted, and loved. I pray for those whose hearts are pierced because of the pain their loved ones endure due to the ignorance and cruelty of others. Strengthen their faith, remind them that you too endured ridicule and rejection and show them how to direct their pain into spreading the news of your salvation.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Releasing

On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.” “Woman, why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.” His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” John 2:1, 3-5

Finally, the opportunity was here! Mary's son, Jesus, was the Messiah, but he had yet to reveal himself to the world. She had kept this in her heart and pondered it for three decades. Here was the chance to show his power. 

But Jesus responded in a startling way. He called Mary "Woman!" Not mother, mummy, mama, or mom. This was her dearly loved son that she had carried, birthed and raised. What did he mean by this? Even if Mary totally understood that Jesus meant no disrespect and still loved her very much, there had to be some pang, however small. There always is when a mother realizes that things have changed in her relationship with her child. Releasing! Pierced!

Jesus was telling his mother their relationship would be different from now on. He was no longer under her authority, but would act only at the initiative of his Father. He would be about his Father's business, on God's timetable. 

My sons are young adults. They are no longer under my authority. I have to let them go. Author and pastor, Chuck Swindoll describes this releasing in Great Days with the Great Lives:
Ultimately, the decision to hold anything loosely—especially as it applies to relationships—is an act of faith. Human instinct would have us clutch the things we adore most. Releasing them, presenting them to God, requires that we trust Him to do what is right. When we do this for our children, the lasting impact we leave is a practical model of faith. And I can think of no better way to teach our children about the God we worship than by modeling our trust in Him daily.
I believe Mary was able to let Jesus go to fulfill his mission because she understood God's compassionate love for her (Luke 1:50). This love is described in Isaiah 54:10 Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord, who has compassion (mercy) on you. 

Beth Moore points out in her Bible study, Breaking Free, that the Hebrew word for compassion or mercy (racham) means a love like that of a parent for a child, especially an infant. While we rear our children to become independent of us, God raises us to become more and more dependent on him for he never has to let us go.

Are you struggling with letting your children (or spiritual children) go?
Has someone that you have mentored and discipled surpassed you? 
Are you still trying to keep them under your wing? 
How can you encourage them to be about their Father's business?

PRAYER
Compassionate Father, I rejoice that you will never let me go, nor will you ever let my children go. Thank you that because of your unfailing love, I can take the step of faith to let them go to serve you and fulfill their calling just as Mary let Jesus go to become the Savior of the world.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Widow

Joseph, by Fontanini
I have a beautiful Italian Fontanini nativity set. Last year when I set it up, I realized I didn't know which figure was Joseph. In fact, I was afraid I didn't have Joseph at all. So I googled and discovered that one of the figures that looked like a shepherd was in fact Fontanini's Joseph figurine. Once again, I was reminded how often Joseph is sidelined in the story of Christ's birth.

We cannot look at Mary without giving Joseph the applause he deserves. Joseph was a righteous man. He chose to act honorably despite the norms of his shame-based culture. While he knew the child Mary was carrying was not his own, he did not want her to be disgraced publicly (Matthew 1:19).

Joseph was also an obedient man. When he had the confirmation from God that Mary's story was true, he was all in, totally on board (Matthew 1:20). Mary and Joseph illustrate what one of my favorite authors, Carolyn Custis James, has coined the "Blessed Alliance—God's design from creation that men and women join forces in serving him together" (The Gospel of Ruth).
He shuts down his carpenter shop, gets behind his wife's calling, and adapts himself to his wife and God's calling on her life. His whole life will be committed to making sure she succeeds in carrying out the mission God has entrusted to her. (James, Half the Church)
Like Mary, Joseph was favored, blessed and pierced! He too, paid a high price to follow God's calling.
These are costly decisions for Joseph for they diminish his reputation in the community, turn his life upside down, and run his private agenda through a shredder. But he is every bit as resolute as Mary when she subordinated her public reputation to the private call of God. (James, Malestrom)
What an amazing partner and ally Joseph was to Mary. He was indispensable in helping her fulfill the calling. But somewhere along the way (scholars believe it was before Jesus began his public ministry), Joseph died. Mary is now a widow! Pierced!

In Mary's culture, the oldest son would bear the responsibility of taking care of a widowed mother. However Jesus was wandering around the countryside with no income. Since scholars believe Mary moved to Capernaum with Jesus when he began his public ministry, perhaps Mary was included in the financial provision that came from the women disciples (Luke 8:1-3), perhaps Mary's other children took up the mantelwe do not know. But we do know that Jesus made sure that Mary was taken care of after his death (John 19:25-27). All things considered, Mary must have acutely felt the loss of her biggest supporter, Joseph.

Seventeen months ago, one of my best friends, Lori, died after a ten year battle with cancer. Her husband, Ben became a widower. How deeply pierced his soul has been. He has lost the other half of his alliance, his counterpart. I have witnessed what a huge adjustment it is for him to navigate life now without a partner by his side, especially when that partner was as deeply committed to fulfilling God's calling as he is.

Scripture doesn't tell us how Mary coped. But I believe her faith and her ability to ponder things in her heart helped her through this. She kept her focus at all times on her calling and got personally involved in Jesus' mission, even encouraging him to begin his public ministry (John 2:1-5).

May we too, whether we have an earthly spouse or not, stay focused building God's kingdom and may we form many Blessed Alliances with our brothers and/or sisters.

How have you experienced the Blessed Alliance?
Have you ever lost a dear partner? How is Jesus providing for you?
How can you get involved in Jesus' mission?

PRAYER
Lord God, our provider, thank you for the beautiful example of Joseph who adapted his life to ensure that Mary was able to fulfill the calling you gave her. Give us more men like Joseph. And when we are separated from precious partners, provide and keep us committed to seeing your kingdom come.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Anxious

When our son John-Mark was about 5 or 6, we lost him in Heathrow airport. We were sitting at the gate waiting and did not notice him wander off. I looked up and he was just gone. A very anxious 15 or 20 minutes ensued as we searched up and down the walkways for a small, blond boy. When we found him a few aisles over, he was surprised at the anger in our voices, for he had only been curious and was exploring. I can relate to Mary's anxiety.
Now [Mary and Joseph] went to Jerusalem every year at the Feast of the Passover. And when [Jesus] was twelve years old, they went up according to custom. And when the feast was ended, as they were returning, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem. His parents did not know it, but supposing him to be in the group they went a day's journey, but then they began to search for him among their relatives and acquaintances, and when they did not find him, they returned to Jerusalem, searching for him. After three days they found him in the temple, sitting among the teachers, listening to them and asking them questions. And all who heard him were amazed at his understanding and his answers. And when his parents saw him, they were astonished. And his mother said to him, “Son, why have you treated us so? Behold, your father and I have been searching for you in great distress.” And he said to them, “Why were you looking for me? Did you not know that I must be in my Father's house?” And they did not understand the saying that he spoke to them. And he went down with them and came to Nazareth and was submissive to them. And his mother treasured up all these things in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man. Luke 2:41-52
Todd Pickett, Dean of Spiritual Development at the Center for Christianity Culture & The Arts, Biola University, describes this passage very vividly in the Advent Project, January 7, 2017.
What parent does not dread this moment? In Luke 2:41, Joseph and Mary begin the journey back to Nazareth after days of Passover celebration in Jerusalem. As usual, they are caravanning home with other Galileans, a parade of hundreds of pilgrims, maybe thousands, stretching out miles along the route. It will take them about 5 days. Men and women walk separately. Children tag along, willy-nilly, now with mothers, now with relatives, now with friends, but somewhere safe in the mass. 
The sun is dropping below the horizon. The caravan slows, bunches up and finds a place to camp. Mary turns to Joseph, casually: “Where is Jesus?” Joseph replies, “I thought he was with you?” 
They hurry to Jerusalem. It takes them a whole day and then two days of searching. No 911 to call. No “Passover 2016” FB group to poke. Agonizing. Hard, hard. “After three days”3 days!they find him in the Temple. They are incredulous and “astonished”. Jesus sees them, looks up calmly and says innocently (in essence): “What?” 
Distressed! Anxious! Pierced! “Son, why have you treated us so? Behold, your father and I have been searching for you in great distress.” Other versions say they were anxious or frantic. Mary's words smack of irritation and anger. When I finally found my son in Heathrow, I blurted out in anger, putting the blame on him for wandering off. Fear is often expressed that way.

But Jesus answered, “Why did you seek Me? Did you not know that I must be about My Father’s business?” In essence, he was saying, "What are you worried about? I am not lost. I am right where I should be. I am in my father's house doing his business. Don't be anxious. I know what I'm doing".

The narrative says that "they did not understand the saying that he spoke to them". So what did Mary do with tall this confusion and anxiety? She "treasured all these things in her heart". In this text, treasured (diatereo) means to keep continually or carefully, to watch thoroughly. Again, in Pickett's words:
A 12-year old Jesus sits among scholars and teachers, taking careful notes, asking really good questions. The teachers may have looked up at the parents: “Is this your son?” Mary and Joseph perhaps at this moment recall the angel’s prophecy: “He will be great” (Lk. 1:32). 
What are you anxious about today? Especially in regard to your children?
What business is your Father about that might comfort your anxious heart?
What promises from God do you need to treasure today?

PRAYER
Jesus, thank you that you are always about your Father's business. Teach me not to be anxious but instead to treasure your words and remember that you know what you are doing.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Refugee

When Jesus was born to his mother Mary, there was no baby shower, no birth announcement, no balloons, no visitors in the waiting room, no facebook post. Instead there were some very unique visitors.
So [the shepherds] came in a hurry and found their way to Mary and Joseph, and the baby as He lay in the manger. When they had seen this, they made known the statement which had been told them about this Child. And all who heard it wondered at the things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart. The shepherds went back, glorifying and praising God for all that they had heard and seen, just as had been told them. Luke 2:16-20
Mary and Joseph then stayed in Bethlehem for about one to two years until the second group of unique visitors arrived.  
On coming to the house, [Magi from the east] saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Matthew 2:11
Any sense of safety or normalcy that Mary might have envisioned for herself and her family evaporated with the departure of the Magi.
When they had gone, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream. “Get up,” he said, “take the child and his mother and escape to Egypt. Stay there until I tell you, for Herod is going to search for the child to kill him.” So he got up, took the child and his mother during the night and left for Egypt, where he stayed until the death of Herod.  Matthew 2:13-15a
Thus began Mary's life as a refugee. She fled for her life in the dead of night, lived in a foreign country, learned a foreign language, tried to keep her baby safe. And just as she was getting adjusted to Egypt, she was on the move again.
After Herod died, an angel of the Lord appeared in a dream to Joseph in Egypt and said, “Get up, take the child and his mother and go to the land of Israel, for those who were trying to take the child’s life are dead.” So he got up, took the child and his mother and went to the land of Israel. But when he heard that Archelaus was reigning in Judea in place of his father Herod, he was afraid to go there. Having been warned in a dream, he withdrew to the district of Galilee, and he went and lived in a town called Nazareth. So was fulfilled what was said through the prophets, that he would be called a Nazarene. Matthew 2:19-23
Mary's life was chaotic, unstable, unsafe. And even after she returned to her home country, she still lived in occupied territory. Refugee! Evacuee! Pierced!

In January 2000, I fled Lombok Island at two o'clock in the morning on a jet boat with my husband, two young sons and some teammates. We were leaving so that we would not find ourselves in the path of Muslim mobs who were systematically destroying homes and churches of Christians throughout the island. And there are many global women who are on the move constantly, who live in occupied territory, who make hard decisions to protect their children from constant danger. 

Tucked away in this narrative is a wonderful statement about Mary which gives us tremendous insight into how she was able to withstand the many soul piercings she endured, including evacuation.
But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart Luke 2:19.
Treasured (syntereo) means to remember or keep in mind lest it be forgotten and pondered (symballo) means to consider, confer with oneself or dispute mentally. Mary wrote a mental diary of everything that happened to her so she wouldn't forget and then she tried to make sense of it by debating within herself. I believe she reminded herself again and again what the angel had told her, who her son really was, the words of Elizabeth, Simeon and Anna, the miracles of her conception, Joseph's dreams, the amazing visitors and their glorious gifts that had most likely funded their journeys.

How can we, too, not believe and trust when we treasure and ponder all God had done for us and ask him to help us understand what he is currently doing?

In what ways are you an evacuee? How has your life been unsettled, unsafe and chaotic?
What do you need to treasure and ponder today?

PRAYER
Sovereign God, you are my refuge when I feel like a refugee. You are my strong tower. I run to you and I am safe (Proverbs 18:10). Help me remember all you have done for me and understand your ways.