Thursday, July 22, 2010
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God is Good
31What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us?
32He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?
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34who is the one who condemns? Christ Jesus is He who died, yes, rather who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who also intercedes for us.
35Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
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37But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us.
38For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,
39nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
The Rise of the Juniors
But instead, looking back, I think all that I can think of right now is that I've learned that God is greater, more powerful, good-er, and needs to be more important than I knew before. God's been slowly destroying a few idols in my heart that I didn't really think were all that big of a deal. And in their place, God has put more of Himself. I've learned what a joy it is to get to love and know God, and I've learned how great it is that God has placed us all in a body together.
After one felly dinner, I came to my conclusion that ultimately what CBS is meant to teach us is how good God's love is. To be sure, we as brothers and sisters fail each other, but there are times when you can really feel the love (I think), and it comes clearest to me during the felly dinner times. The love we have for each other is just a small portion of how good and how big God's love is for each one of us, and God is teaching us about His love in our fellowship, so that when we all leave from here we can help other fellowships to experience how great a blessing God has given us through the body-life. That we can show God's love to other people, and show them that it's more than just being in the same building together on a day or two or three, but being connected in our lives to one another. That's why I think that I'll miss everyone here, and the times we had at CBS (hopefully we stay in touch though!), but I also think, the best part of CBS is God's love, and we can take that wherever we go.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Poem by Annie J. Flint as heard on a clip of Ravi Zacharias on Ruth's blog
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
The Little Things
15Catch the foxes for us,
the little foxes
I think that the trap that we often fall into are those little traps--the little sins, or little acts of disobedience that feel like they don't really count. I've had quite a few experiences with that. I argue with God sometimes over some of the small things, or argue with the feeling of what I think God would want. I think it's reasonable for me to want to play basketball before the gym closes, I think it's reasonable if I just want to watch a drama for now instead of reading God's Word, I think it's reasonable to say to God that I've spent all day in Bible study so I ought to get to do stuff that I want to do instead of having to read this book and taking the effort to examine my heart or learn more about myself or take the trouble to grow.
The little things that I think I have the right to are the ones that are derailing my walk with God right now. It's not that it's wrong to play basketball or other things. But it's wrong when it takes us away from God. And if playing basketball becomes too much, and if it starts to drive time spent with God out, or becomes more important than it as expressed through my actions, then even something small like that needs to be submitted to God. Small sins can keep us from fellowshipping with God, and that's what makes them so deadly. Because we sometimes allow ourselves to slip on them because they're so small, but they can make us stumble in such a big way. That's why we need to be so diligent, because the little things can happen at any moment, and may happen the most when we're tired, or just feel like we deserve a break. I know that sometimes I want a break. Just a time here or there to let myself go. I mean, it's ok to relax, but I guess the moral of the story is that it's never okay to sin, no matter how small.
Of course, sin can't nullify Jesus's sacrifice for us, but it can entangle us. It can keep us from growing in God, and it can lead to further sins. For me, as soon as reading the Word and praying to God start to dwindle, everything else goes with it. All the things that I know God wants me to do--whether it be email people, keep in touch, or blog--go out the window. And even the stuff that I continue to do--go to Bible study, help with the kids--lose the meaning that they once had. The little things are so dangerous, that's all I think.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Drowning doesn't look like drowning
"Drowning doesn't look like drowning"
The new captain jumped from the cockpit, fully dressed, and sprinted through the water. A former lifeguard, he kept his eyes on his victim as he headed straight for the ownerswho were swimming between their anchored sportfisher and the beach. “I think he thinks you’re drowning,” the husband said to his wife. They had been splashing each other and she had screamed but now they were just standing, neck-deep on the sand bar. “We’re fine, what is he doing?” she asked, a little annoyed. “We’re fine!” the husband yelled, waving him off, but his captain kept swimming hard. ”Move!” he barked as he sprinted between the stunned owners. Directly behind them, not ten feet away, their nine-year-old daughter was drowning. Safely above the surface in the arms of the captain, she burst into tears, “Daddy!”
How did this captain know, from fifty feet away, what the father couldn’t recognize from just ten? Drowning is not the violent, splashing, call for help that most people expect. The captain was trained to recognize drowning by experts and years of experience. The father, on the other hand, had learned what drowning looks like by watching television. If you spend time on or near the water (hint: that’s all of us) then you should make sure that you and your crew knows what to look for whenever people enter the water. Until she cried a tearful, “Daddy,” she hadn’t made a sound. As a former Coast Guard rescue swimmer, I wasn’t surprised at all by this story.Drowning is almost always a deceptively quiet event. The waving, splashing, and yelling that dramatic conditioning (television) prepares us to look for, is rarely seen in real life.
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Lately, God has been challenging me to see people the way He sees them. I am often tempted to, in self-centered self-consciousness, be content with labeling people and moving on with my life.
"That person seems happy, put-together, and 'too cool' for me...they're fine. Whatever."
I feel as though if I do anything or say anything, I'll just look dumb/unsophisticated or come off as an oaf. So I move on without giving a second glance (like the priest/Levite in the good samaritan story?). In essence, I'm just thinking about me.
But God has been showing me that there are people in my life who are drowning. They are in desperate need of rescue. They're not okay. They need Jesus.
I as a human can't 'save' anyone, but am I willing to be part of what God is doing? Am I reacting like the parents in the story? A little annoyed, a little put off, a little agitated...'What are you doing! We're FINE!'?
God, help me see people the way you see them, because drowning doesn't look like drowning.