Monday, July 9, 2012

Blessed Be Your Name


It is well after midnight and our precious little granddaughters are all snug in their beds for another night at Mimi’s and Papa’s home.  I finally settle down to relive in my mind’s eye, our busy day of play, swings, the kiddy pool, watching the girls run and laugh, digging through the old toy chest to rediscover toys , and at last, the Mr. Bubble sweetness coupled with the freshly bathed, slathered in Baby Magic lotion children ready for “night-night”.

As I sat reflecting on the photos from our recent vacation to southern Florida, I was reminded of our Sunday morning worship, blessed communion at the Lord’s table, and hundreds of voices, and hands lifted in praise as we sang Matt Redman’s song, Blessed Be Your Name.  The words, in and of themselves, speak of the blessings of the Lord in a way that is both familiar and comforting to me. 

I have experienced the land of the plentiful where abundance has flowed. My feet have walked through wilderness and desert places but Jesus was always there and I could say, blessed be Your name.

When the darkness of depression twice overcame my life for countless months at a time, still I could say, blessed be Your name.  When pain is overwhelming and sleep is fleeting, I know that my Redeemer lives and still I can and will say, blessed be Your name.

When there were broken promises, trust crushed, confidence betrayed, words given fraudulently, following the will of God as Abraham had done, literally by faith, not knowing where he would end up, still I could say blessed be Your name.

When death has snatched a loved one, a precious friend, in what I think has been untimely, still I must say, blessed be Your Name, for I know that He does give but He does take away.

Every blessing He pours out, I want to turn back to praise, whether or not the sun is shining, and whether or not all is well with the world.

Am I inhuman?  Do I not question?  Do I suffer silently?  Am I super spiritual?  Am I always the cheerful optimist?  I fall so short, but I believe the apostle Paul in his last letter to Timothy sums up the answer to my questions quite well.

“This is the Message I've been set apart to proclaim as preacher, emissary, and teacher. It's also the cause of all this trouble I'm in. But I have no regrets. I couldn't be more sure of my ground—the One I've trusted in can take care of what he's trusted me to do right to the end. 2 Timothy 1:11-12 (The Message)

Here are the lyrics to Matt’s song.  They couldn’t be more real than they are at this very moment alive in my heart and my spirit.  May they bless you as you read them and here’s the link if you would like to listen:

To God be the glory! - RS 

Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name
Blessed Be Your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be Your name
When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's 'all as it should be'
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

A Philosophy Worth Sharing


Once attributed to author and cartoonist, Charles Schultz, the creator of the “Peanuts” comic strip, this little quiz, nonetheless, bears repeating. I share this with my students every year. You don’t have to actually answer the questions. Just read the questions through thoughtfully and you’ll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America Contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. They are not second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here’s another little quiz. See how well you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school…
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?

The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are NOT the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care.

I hope you will share this with those who have made a difference in your life.  There are many who have made a difference in my life; some have already gone home to be with Jesus.  The others remain.  If you are reading this, chances are you have made a difference in my life.  You know who you are. ♥   “For God is not unjust so as to overlook your work and the love that you have shown for his name in serving the saints, as you still do” (Hebrews 6:10 ESV)

May God bless each of you with a bright, better than average day! - RS






Sunday, July 1, 2012

No Is Not an Attractive Word!

In the 1970’s Phil Keaggy had a beautiful song on his Love Broke Through album–”Disappointment– His Appointment”. The song was actually a poem that he put to music and the credit was ‘author unknown’. Years later, after repeating the phrase a few times myself to others, I learned that his song was actually a poem and that poem had an author, Lillian Young. Initially published in 1933 by Fleming Revell Company, it was found in an old book, The Best-Loved Religious Poems by James Gilchrist Lawson. If you didn’t know the phrase was from a poem, you will find it in this blog.
It seems like a lifetime ago, as a young Christian, both in age and in spirituality, when things didn’t go exactly as I had planned, (or not even close) some well-meaning, super-spiritual elder would pull me aside and colloquially repeat to me, “just remember honey, ‘disappointments are His appointments’!” That was exactly what I wanted to hear. . .NOT! I was gracious and went through the motions of pretending to be thankful for their “profound” wisdom, believing they meant well.

I never did find the word “no” a very attractive word. If my mother were still alive, she could attest to that fact. At the age of 14, as I was recovering from a very tragic accident (auto x 2 v. pedestrian) doctors told Mom and Dad that I would never. . . .or that I could not. . .”no, you will not be able to do that. . .” There were those words again: Disappointment – just in different terminology. I heard everything the doctors had said. Things had changed. I was not the same. Everything I was told “no” that I could not do, I refused to accept that disappointment and pushed on relearning the things we daily take for granted and taking risks refusing to be told “no”.

Along life’s way, that phrase has been repeated to me during some very trying and difficult moments in my life. It did not bring solace. It did not make me feel better. In fact, I had to bite my tongue a few times rather than lashing out a well wisher. I have met well-meaning believers who I think felt that poem or that phrase was Scripture. It is not. I believe it is based on Job 23:14, “For he will complete what he appoints for me, and many such things are in his mind.” In that same chapter, Job says in verse 10, “But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold.” 

Today, I listened again on You Tube to Phil Keaggy’s song, Disappointment – His Appointment. It is on his album, Love Broke Through (one of our old favorites). As I have matured in my walk with Jesus Christ, trusting Him explicitly, I have questioned His answers to my prayers, studied and learned His Word and ways, inquired, and sometimes pleaded for Him to change His mind about an answer I received or about His will for my life. For me, there is just something unsettling about that well-worn phrase and several other lines penned by the author, such as “Not one single choice be mine.”

Jesus always answered me in one of these four ways: Yes! No! Wait until later, and one I too often get: You’ve got to be kidding! The loving Savior that lives within my heart created me, and you, and everyone, with a free will. He gave us all the freedom to make choices – whether or not they are good for us, we are able to choose. Does my Father say “no”! Always having me and my best interest in His heart of hearts, you bet he says no. But as a loving Father, He still gives me the freedom to choose – I can accept His answer or I can choose another way.

Paul tells us in Hebrews 5:14, “But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil.” How do we practice? By making choices. Spiritual, emotional and intellectual exercises are necessary so that we may learn how to choose between good and evil. Our father never intended that we should be passive as believers. The poet penned, “He rejoices when He knows that His child accepts, unquestioned, all that from His wisdom flows.” Wait a minute. Are all of our disappointments God’s appointments?

It would seem to me that blind, unthinking acceptance of “whatever” is a dangerous thing. I used to think, as a spiritual child that every hand dealt to me came from God, when, in reality, it was the enemy of my soul, the Evil One thwarting and harassing me. In times such as these, we cannot be passively accepting. Complacency, passivity, or passive acceptance of situations without questioning, seeking, and inquiring, is exactly how the enemy is too often able to gain control over our thoughts, our lives, and the things that concern us. We are exhorted by the Apostle Paul as he wrote to “fight the good fight of faith” (1 Tim. 6:12). 

Did you ever consider why Paul also provided the believers in Ephesus with a list of spiritual armor given in Ephesians chapter 6, if there is no war and we are to simply accept all the “disappointments are his appointments” that are thrown our way? An author from Prophetic Prints drew my attention to a classic text on spiritual warfare called War on the Saints, by Jessie Penn-Lewis (published by Overcomer Literature Trust, 1977 & Christian Literature Crusade, Fort Washington, PA, 1983). The original was written in 1912.

Jessie devotes an entire chapter to The Perils of Passivity. The author quotes: “The chief condition for the working of evil spirits in a human being, apart from sin, is passivity, in exact opposition to the condition which God requires for His working. ...God requires cooperation with His Spirit, and the full use of every faculty of the whole man. In brief, the powers of darkness aim at obtaining a passive slave or captive to their will; whilst God desires a regenerated man, intelligently and actively willing and choosing… 

The powers of darkness would make a man a machine, a tool, an automaton; the God of holiness and love desires to make him a free, intelligent sovereign in his own sphere–a thinking rational, renewed creation after His own image (Ephesians iv. 24). Therefore, God never says to any faculty of man, “Be thou idle”.

God does not need, nor demand non-activity in a man, for His working in and through him; but evil spirits demand the utmost non-activity and passivity. God asks for intelligent action (Rom. xii. 1-2, “Your reasonable service,”) in cooperation with Him.

Passivity must not be confused with quietness, or the “meek and quiet spirit”, which in the sight of God is of great price. Quietness of spirit, of heart, of mind, of manner, voice and expression, may be co-existent with the most effective activity in the will of God (1 Thess. iv. 11). 

There is a passivity of the will; …This originates from a wrong conception of what full surrender to God means. Thinking that a “surrendered will” to God means no use of the will at all, the believer ceases to (1) choose, (2) determine, and (3) act of his own volition. The serious effect of this he is not allowed by the powers of darkness to discover, for at first the consequences are trivial and scarcely noticeable. 

“Suffering directly caused by evil spirits may be discriminated from the true fellowship of Christ’s sufferings, by a complete absence of result, either in fruit, victory, or ripening in spiritual growth. If carefully observed, it will be seen to be entirely purposeless. On the other hand, God does nothing without a definite objective. He does not delight in causing suffering for the sake of suffering, but the Devil does.” 

It is amazing and profoundly comforting to know that, even though some of our ‘appointments’ come from the enemy of our soul, our God is able to make all grace abound to us in those circumstances, since “… And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28 ESV)

We cannot automatically presume that the trials that come into our lives have come from the Father’s hand. As much as I detest the “disappointment” and the word “no”, it is important for me to continue to grow and discern from where these “appointments” come from. The Lord does understand, and yes, everything is open before Him. He is omniscient. 

We need to yield every moment, every thought and all of our plans to the love and wisdom of our Heavenly Father. Most importantly, we need to insure that our “disappointments are, in fact, His appointments”. If we accept the lie that every disappointment comes from the hand of God then we may find ourselves getting angry or bitter toward Him. Use your freedom to choose to seek, to question, to ask, to inquire, to study. 

“Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.” (2 Timothy 2:15 ESV)

God bless you! -RS 

Here's the poem:
 
Disappointment -- His Appointment
"Disappointment -- His Appointment"
Change one letter, then I see
That the thwarting of my purpose
Is God's better choice for me.
His appointment must be blessing,
Tho' it may come in disguise,
For the end from the beginning
  Open to His wisdom lies.

"Disappointment -- His Appointment"
Whose?  The Lord, who loves me best,
Understands and knows me fully,
Who my faith and love would test;
For, like loving earthly parent,
He rejoices when He knows
That His child accepts, UNQUESTIONED,
All that from His wisdom flows.

"Disappointment -- His Appointment"
"No good thing will He withhold,"
From denials oft we gather
Treasures of His love untold,
Well He knows each broken purpose
Leads to fuller, deeper trust,
And the end of all His dealings
Proves our God is wise and just.

"Disappointment -- His Appointment"
Lord, I take it, then, as such.
Like the clay in hands of potter,
Yielding wholly to Thy touch.
All my life's plan in Thy moulding,
Not one single choice be mine;
Let me answer, unrepining --
"Father, not my will, but Thine."
Edith Lillian Young

Monday, May 28, 2012

We Are Like Birds - So Fragile and Vulnerable. . .


Just last week, on the way home from school, I was driving past Kent State University, the sun bright, blazing, and blinding in the mid-afternoon hours.  I had my visor pulled down over the top of the windshield so I could see a little better.  Suddenly and without warning, from the corner of my eye, coming toward the passenger side, I spotted a small bird in fast flight, as if it was being pursued.   I could not tell what kind of bird it was because of the brightness of the sun.  I let my foot off the gas pedal to slow a bit, but still the bird connected with the window on the side of my car and I looked through the rear view mirror to see him spiral to the pavement below.  Tears filled my eyes – I don’t like to hit, hurt, or kill any animals and I know that little bird’s life was cut short by his apparent lack of attention to the traffic.  Nonetheless, I felt so badly. I wondered if it was a female and perhaps she had eggs to hatch or her young to care for.  As I thought about the poor little creature, I was reminded of this poignant story.  It is reported to be true and I have no reason to believe it is not.

Birds are so fragile and vulnerable. These amazing photos captured a drama with two of these little creatures that is every bit as poignant and heart-wrenching as any human story. Kudos to the photographer. The newspapers that carried these photos sold out in every country.

HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW

"A female bluebird was hit by a car as she swooped low across the road, and the condition was soon fatal.


Her male mate brought her food and attended her with love and compassion.


He brought her food again, but was shocked to find her dead.


 He tried to move her - a rarely seen effort.


  
 
Aware his mate was dead and would never come back to him again, he cried out with adoring love . . . and stood beside her with sadness and sorrow.




 Millions of people were touched after seeing these photos in America, Europe, Australia, and even India. The photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the most famous newspaper in France. All copies of that edition sold out on the day these pictures were published.

And many people think animals and birds don't have brains or feelings. You have just witnessed love and sorrow felt by God's creatures. The Bible says that God knows when a sparrow falls. Imagine how much He cares for us! Live simply, love generously, care deeply, give fully." (Author Unknown)

We are reminded of Jesus’ words in Luke 12:7 “Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.” His words are repeated again in Mathew 10:31.  These words bring solace when my life feels so meaningless and insignificant.  When you feel that no one cares, no one is listening, or watching, remember that your Father, your Heavenly Father, loves you and cares for you so much more than any earthly father could ever love his children.  Can you hear the soft words of Jesus, as He walks beside you saying:

 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?  
Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing?
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
 Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’  For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.  
But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” (Matthew 6:25-33 ESV)

The next time that you feel that your life is meaningless or insignificant and that you don’t really matter, I pray that you would think of the story of the blue birds; be reminded of God’s precious, undying love for you for you are of “more value than they”.  (Matthew 6:25)

 Someone once asked Jesus, "how much do you love me?"  He answered just like this:



Saturday, May 12, 2012

Soul's_Panting: God's Other Plan. . .

Soul's_Panting: God's Other Plan. . .

God's Other Plan. . .


More than thirty-three years ago, I married a wonderful man.  We had a mutual love for children and our hearts’ desire was, after taking some time to be husband and wife, to have children of our own.  If there’s one thing in the life of a child of God that is fact is that His ways are not our ways and they are certainly past our finding out. Isaiah 55:8-9 ESV “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.  For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

I immersed myself in full-time ministry for many years and side jobs to supplement our income.  It did not affect our marriage as we were quite happy and fulfilled in being about “our Father’s business” but I always felt left out whenever other couples with whom we were friends talked about and shared photos of their children.  How I secretly longed for that.  I remember doing everything and anything my girlfriends suggested for me to try to get pregnant, but it was not to be, not then, not ever. It was not in God’s plan. He had other plans.

Seven years after we were married, numerous disappointments, fertility tests, depression, and many tears, in His time, God blessed us with an infant son through the gift of a beautiful young birthmother whom we love dearly. “For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him.  Therefore I have lent him to the Lord. As long as he lives, he is lent to the Lord.” I Samuel 1:27-28. Our son was (and still is J) the apple of our eye and a very much loved child for ten years. He was also an only child for ten years. He often talked of brothers and sisters, but we told him how God had chosen him just for us.  There just had not been any brothers and sisters available.  Then, just before his eighth birthday, we were contacted about another possible adoption and our biological clock started ticking again which, after nearly two years of frustration dealing with the conditions of a foreign government, ultimately led us to a very l-o-n-g stay in Brazil and two new additions to our family of three – a six year old little girl and a five year old little boy, siblings.  

Many challenges lay ahead, at that point – many of which we were totally unprepared for.  We soon learned, first-hand, what sibling rivalry was all about and we quickly learned that not being able to shape and mold a child from his/her infant stages presents issues you cannot imagine unless you are the parent of an adopted older child.  When I was about at the end of my rope, God sent a Christian psychologist who was able to shed light on the things that were happening, but a very difficult road still lay ahead, one which would tear at our hearts and our relationship, a path that would lead us to the point I can lovingly write this blog. 

Sometimes it seems that I have spent my adult life trying to live up to the mothering standard set up in the thirty-first chapter of Proverbs and I certainly felt like I lived in the I-can’t-quite-measure-up cul-de-sac. I have come to believe with a somewhat sneaking suspicion that woman of Proverbs 31 was a combination of several mega women, a wishful hope, or a case of one woman mistakenly believing she was Wonder Woman’s clone!

Nonetheless, it is Mothers Day and in my closet and in my office are countless hand-drawn, precious cards, hand prints pressed in hardened clay and paint, little, precious hand-made gifts, pressed and dried flowers, hand-made booklets, photos, popsicle stick picture frames, and many assorted precious other keepsakes that were made by chubby little fingers belonging to mischievous little boys, now grown into handsome young men, and a little girl, now a mother herself,  who always had to do the best in all she did to make us proud. Pictures tucked neatly away in albums remind me of simpler days - toothless grins and smiles, first roller skating and ice skating parties, snowmen, cannonballs off the diving boards. . .can you see them?

Most of all in the closet of my heart are memories. . . memories that can’t be made by popsicle sticks, colorful construction paper and paste, or modeling clay figurines.  Memories of a little boy so ill that all he wanted was to lye against my breast as I prayed for God’s healing.  Memories of countless readings of The Tales of Peter Rabbit, Jemimah Puddle-Duck, Bible Stories, Dr. Seuss, and primary readers filled many evenings.  Mr. Bubble baths, shiny soft skin and the smell of three freshly bathed, slathered in Baby Magic, children is a sight and smell I know love and enjoy still in my grandchildren.  

Standing at the altar dedicating our children to the Lord, days of coaching soccer (10 years!!!) helping with homework, walking as a proud parent across a soccer and football field, taking pictures of prom princes and princesses, shuffling kids to music lessons and band camp, enduring horizontal sleet, snow, and rain huddled under sports blankets on bleacher seats are all a part of the memory bank now.  No longer are there arguments about doing homework, late curfews, cleaning rooms (except one), mowing lawns, and doing chores, or careful choice of friends. . . no rushing from a baseball game on one side of town to another little league game at Sully’s field; no more parent teacher or team conferences. . .they are all past, but they are not all forgotten.  The thrill of your son pitching a no-hitter or sailing a baseball over the fence for a homerun; the cheering, whooping and foot-stomping as your soccer player scores a goal or stops the other team from scoring – those cannot be replaced nor can time erase them.  A tear that creeps into the corner of your eye as two of the graduates sing “The Prayer” – remembering what it was like to once stand in their shoes – remembering, too, that once it has past, this fleeting moment of childhood, of adolescence, is now history.  Life, as we knew it, will not be the same.  Now there are prayers of a different sort, cries to God for wise, smart, and Godly choices to be made, commitments to Christ to be kept. . .
These are my memories.  Memories that I hold in the secret chambers of my heart, that no matter what I may “say” or how I may react – the memories are there.  The Tales of Peter Rabbit remain on my bookshelves to be shared with grandchildren.  The sports blankets and soccer chairs are hung in the garage. . .it will be awhile before the games begin again!  Children’s trophies, ribbons, and keepsakes are packed neatly in the storage area of the basement.  Two of my adult children are now married and my daughter has presented us with two beautiful granddaughters. 
So, it’s Mothers Day. . .and I couldn’t celebrate it without my children.  My own and my husband’s moms and grandmas have long since journeyed home to be with Jesus.  I have taken “Mom’s place” now and I am grateful for that title.  To be an educator, a master teacher, with several degrees means nothing compared to the degree of motherhood – I am Mom.  I am somebody to someone.  I love deeply and I’m loved in return.  Happy Mother’s Day!!! 

My best Mother’s Day Gift ever is: “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.” III John 4

–RLS  

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