Showing posts with label Fellowship with God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fellowship with God. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

What He Said to Me During the Offering - Part 2

Wednesday, July 18, 2018
After breakfast Jesus asked Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?”  “Yes, Lord,” Peter replied, “you know I love you.”  “Then feed my lambs,” Jesus told him.  Jesus repeated the question:  “Simon son of John, do you love me?”  “Yes, Lord,” Peter said, “you know I love you.”  “Then take care of my sheep,” Jesus said.  A third time he asked him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter was hurt that Jesus asked the question a third time.  He said, “Lord, you know everything. You know that I love you.”  Jesus said, “Then feed my sheep.
John 21:15-17(NLT)
Yesterday we looked at how I, as young boy, was introduced to the meaning of God’s offering plate in worship services, and how God spoke both peace and faith into my life while the ushers collected the people’s love gifts.  Today I want to share just a bit of what I learned about those quiet moments, and what God intends for our hearts when we will be quiet enough to listen. 
In short, I learned that the offering time can be one of the most intense moments of worship.  From what I know about church musicians (you can learn a lot living with one for more than a half-century), it isn’t just mailed-in on Sunday.  A pianist or organist will spend considerable time selecting an inspiring, relevant piece of music to play while the plate is being passed.  It is akin to the pastor considering the nourishment that congregation needs from a sermon.  It is the liturgist’s pulling-together just the right worship components to lead us to the throne.  It is the care the church custodian takes in vacuuming the carpets and pews to create a suitable, uncluttered space to worship. 
For me, all of that often comes together at the offering plate.  I imagine that is so, because often in worship that is one of the few times I get to be silent and still.  Most often I am moving around in worship or talking.  But when the offering plates are being passed, I listen.  The music might be familiar or new to my ear, but I get to put together how God is speaking faith into my heart again, because I’ve dropped my check into the plate, and that is the exact moment I have second thoughts about the candy bars down at the Rexall Drug store.  In my youth it was candy bars; now it’s the mortgage, and new tires my car needs.  In short, it is temptation to not give, or at least not give so much. 
And in the stillness of familiar refrains of Near to the Heart of God, or My Faith Has Found a Resting Place, or something by Bach or Beethoven, unknown to me, that I couldn’t name if my life depended upon it…it is in those times I realize being faithful to give money isn’t at all about giving money; it’s really all about putting Russell in that gold-plated plate.  It’s about remembering the times when it was a choice between being faithful with the little stuff (money), so that I will be able to understand a little more of how God was taking care of the big stuff; things that really mattered.
There are too many times of that to share even a sample of the depths, height, and breadth of God’s love showered on my family.  We aren’t rich by most people’s standards, but we have lived in God’s blessing.  And in that blessing we have hardly missed a meal, or ever gone wanting for the assurance that the eye which is on the sparrow, also keeps watch over us.
And it’s even more than looking back over a lifetime of blessing – it’s the expectancy of where my new quarters, dropped in the offering plate, are going to land; it’s what God’s hand will do to strengthen His kingdom with those quarters, and those quarters others have dropped in the plate, as God expands and multiplies those gifts to meet the needs of people I never met, and will probably never know this side of glory.
I love the offering plate; in those times I meet my loving Father as we work together in His world.
For You Today
When next you put your offering in the plate, kiss it, bless it, and pray over the good things God will do with it when it leaves your hand.  And then be very still; hear what He speaks to your soul.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day. 

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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

What He Said to Me During the Offering

Tuesday, July 17, 2018
After breakfast Jesus asked Simon Peter, “Simon son of John, do you love me more than these?”  “Yes, Lord,” Peter replied, “you know I love you.”  “Then feed my lambs,” Jesus told him.  Jesus repeated the question:  “Simon son of John, do you love me?”  “Yes, Lord,” Peter said, “you know I love you.”  “Then take care of my sheep,” Jesus said.  A third time he asked him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter was hurt that Jesus asked the question a third time.  He said, “Lord, you know everything. You know that I love you.”  Jesus said, “Then feed my sheep.
John 21:15-17(NLT)
As a child I didn’t have to learn much in order to “participate” in worship.  In the church of my youth the only times we stood or uttered a sound was singing the hymns or an occasional responsive reading.  And the only other movement that wouldn’t get me in deep trouble with Mom & Dad was the offering.  Quite the contrary; I would get in trouble if I didn’t move to put in my offering! 
As I grew up I began to feel uneasy with all that sitting still.  It’s not that I had A.D.D., or was more squirmy than other kids, I just thought if you were serious about worship it ought to move you.  So, it became my habit to find any excuse to move in worship services.  One place that afforded me the opportunity to express my love for God was the offering.  I developed creative, meaningful ways to drop-in my quarter as the ushers passed the plates.  I would toss, flip, or with an agonizingly slow sweep of my arm place my coin under the paper money and envelopes taking as much time as I thought I could get away with.  Once I dropped the coin in the metal plate from as high as my arm stretched; the coin landed like a crack of brassy thunder in the quiet sanctuary.  Considering the look my father gave me, that move was never again repeated!
Now, there are just so many different ways you can toss a coin in a bucket, so when my creativity ran dry about putting my moves on the plate, my curiosity over why we even let go of our coins weekly took over – literally; I began to obsess about what meaning there was in giving to God’s plate, especially considering how many candy bars I could have bought with all those quarters down at the Rexall Drug Store!
My mind is an introverted/thinking machine, so I began imagining what God was doing with all those quarters.  One day the pastor talked about the kinds of good things that were going on with all the other quarters, and how pleased the Lord was with generous giving.  He said our giving showed our love to God and to others in need.
That was worth some investigation, so I began to think about how God felt when he watched my quarters rolling-in…and about what He might say to me.  Some of the questions that rolled around in my inquisitive wondering:
·      Why I deserved all the stuff I have…and life itself.
·      How much did God really care for me?  (When that truth started hitting home, I began dropping quarters with thoughts of thanksgiving for my dog, and Mom’s chocolate cake, and Dad playing ball with us).
·      I dropped a few quarters that were attached to confession for lying when Mom wanted to know who took that last piece of cake
Along with my thanksgiving came wondering when (and if) God would ever answer some of my questions. 
I don’t know when it began exactly, but it seems so many answers I’ve gotten from God have come during the offering.  Here are a few of the things He’s spoken to my heart:
·      I love you, too, son.
·      Yes, I care for you…and I love the ones you care about (and even the ones you don’t!)
·      How come you doubt me so much?
·      I like it that you love me with faithfulness, even though you mess it up pretty good sometimes (I distinctly heard muffled chuckling that time).
·      About those mistakes, son, those are the best times – when you come to me and are all broken about it – and I forgive you every time…and then I show you a better way.  I love those times.
It’s hard to explain why God chose the offering plate to speak love and faith into my heart.  But I’m glad he spoke…and He’s still speaking.  And when He does, it’s always a holy time.
For You Today
For some people you would think the offering plate has a Surgeon General’s warning that it may be hazardous to your wealth health.  I prefer to think of that time as catching up with so much I am not able to hear in the busy, clanging, hurry-up of everyday life. 
I love the offering plate; my Father is there.
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day. 

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[1] Title Image:  Public Domain

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

I Shall See Him

Tuesday, February 13, 2018
“Oh, that my words could be recorded.  Oh, that they could be inscribed on a monument, carved with an iron chisel and filled with lead, engraved forever in the rock.  “But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and he will stand upon the earth at last.  And after my body has decayed, yet in my body I will see God!  I will see him for myself.  Yes, I will see him with my own eyes.  I am overwhelmed at the thought!  Job 19:23-27(NLT)
Graveyards are two things to me:  interesting and solemn.  Whenever I am around a cemetery I cannot help but wander around looking at the dates on headstones.  The solemn atmosphere brings a curiosity on me.  I look for creative or memorable phrases etched on the stones that tell you something of the character or nature of the person whose body lies beneath.  When you see the picture of a farmer on his tractor, you know that person was a man of the soil.  You often see the phrase beloved, wife and mother. 
You also see some gallows humor.  My favorite is on a Florida cemetery headstone[2] where the guy just wanted the last word once in his life…or death…I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK!

Job, the eternal icon of suffering, also wanted his words etched on a rock.  But his words were not gallows humor, or a snarky parting shot at someone or life in general.  Job’s final word to this world is:  this ain’t over yet!
From a 21st century Christian perspective, that is no new news; every Christian funeral is filled with signposts that point to resurrection, life in heaven, and assurance of eternity.  However, in the ancient times when Job lived (remember Job is generally thought to be the oldest of all the Bible’s books), afterlife, or anything good at all after the grave, were seen as foolish.  Even in Jesus’ day the Sadducees did not believe in resurrection. 
So Job’s acclamation, that in his flesh, after his flesh and bones rotted in the ground, he would see God…well, that was quite a bold and prophetic statement.  It’s a statement I’ve come to rely-on, cling-to, and believe to the very inner core of my being.  I have come to this point of absolute certainty of seeing God face to face because of Jesus’ invitation to come where the mansions are surrounding the throne of God.  In writing about eternity the Apostle Paul put it this way:
And if our hope in Christ is only for this life, we are more to be pitied than anyone in the world.  1 Corinthians 15:19(NLT)
Paul understood what Jesus wanted us to know:  a God who is as loving as JHWH never intended for us to have eternity without fellowship in the center of His joy.
For You Today
When you think of Job, try to take less of his image of suffering and pain, and more of the lesson of his faith in the eternal God of restoration. 
Keep remembering:  it ain’t over yet!
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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[1] Title Image:  Courtesy of Pixabay.com
[2] WBUR, January 2, 2017, web blog