Showing posts with label Letting Go. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letting Go. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Getting the BIG Picture

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

O Lord God of Heaven’s Armies, hear my prayer.  Listen, O God of Jacob.   (Interlude)  O God, look with favor upon the king, our shield!  Show favor to the one you have anointed.  A single day in your courts is better than a thousand anywhere else!  I would rather be a gatekeeper in the house of my God than live the good life in the homes of the wicked.  For the Lord God is our sun and our shield.  He gives us grace and glory.  The Lord will withhold no good thing from those who do what is right.  O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, what joy for those who trust in you.  Psalm 84:8-12

The enigmatic nature of God’s “plans” for my life, and your life, and the lives of each person on earth, and all of God’s created universe, have always intrigued me.  The Psalmist declares God withholds nothing “good” from those who do “right”.  That brings to mind two questions….always:

#1.  What does He mean by good?  

#2.  What does He mean by right?

The second question is (for any theologically-minded sort) a no-brainer;  doing right is simply a matter of obedience to God’s leading; we must obey, and not act like a jerk.  Right?  Well…it’s at least somewhat like that.

In the narrow focus of my life, and what I think, good comes down to stuff (a new Mustang, enough cash flow to have someone else do my yard work, and, of course, peanut butter chocolate-chip cookies, surrounded by Rocky Road ice cream); these are good things…I’ll take a second portion, please.

The rub in “goodness” and “rightness” always comes when I begin to define the boundaries in which God can move to supply what I think is good, and how much of the “right” living qualifies me to rake it all in. 

Then, just as certainly as the sun will rise in the morning, as soon as I begin to imagine all the good stuff I’m due, something terrible happens…a bill I hadn’t expected…a sickness that blows my plans out of the water…dreaming about playing third base for the Yankees (and then waking up to the reality that nobody in the eighth-decade of life has ever played in the major-leagues).

All of this is quite understandable, because we’ve all experienced some of it, to some degree.  So, how do we understand what’s good, and what’s right?  Again, as surely as I begin to answer that question, God is likely to highlight my flaws.  However, here’s (at least) a working hypothesis:

Measuring right living is a matter of how much of you that you’re willing to let go, in order to embrace Him.  It’s a matter of control; who controls your life? Measuring good things is a matter of the wider picture, determined by the answer to the first question about right living.  The synergy, or interaction of living right by surrendering to the will of God, and receiving good things, is in viewing all things that come your way as God’s good gifts by faith.  That means treasuring your life, and all the so-called good, bad, or ugly, even if it doesn’t seem so, with the understanding that God will sort it out in the long run according to His good plans for your life.  In short, measuring how right you have to live to receive good things at the hand of God, is a matter of NOT-measuring anything…it’s a matter of letting go, and trusting God.

For You Today

So, the next time that TV preacher tells you you’re gonna get a blessing if you send him $100 and pray a certain prayer with your hand resting on the TV screen, remember what the Psalmist said about bending your will towards God…then trust Him, and walk confidently through whatever the day brings!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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       Lenten Walk - Part 13   and   Cross Perspectives

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Wednesday, March 17, 2021

The Many Faces of Hope

 

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Some wandered in the wilderness, lost and homeless.  Hungry and thirsty, they nearly died.  “Lord, help!” they cried in their trouble, and he rescued them from their distress.  He led them straight to safety, to a city where they could live.  Psalm 107:4-7

This Psalm celebrates Israel’s history, of course.  But it is also a story told and retold throughout the generations of humanity; it is the story of distress and deliverance, rags to riches, dungeon to throne, love-lost to reunion, blindness to sight, crippled to leaping, and in a thousand other themes.  This is God’s story of the bleak impossible turned real, the ageless, magnificent story of hope and salvation.

Monday of this week the ultimate working-out of this story made its way into my line of sight…again.  We buried a church member.  Linda was not pretentious or mean-spirited.  She wasn’t over-demanding or unduly-proud (other than her love of Alabama’s Crimson Tide football team!).  She was just Linda, mother, grand & great grandmother.  She loved her family and football!

It is humbling to stand before any congregation with the awesome charge to present the Gospel of Jesus Christ…but particularly so when the charge for the preacher is to say a word of comfort to a grieving family.  The words are in the church’s worship book, about why we gather, that in pain we may find comfort, in sorrow hope, in death resurrection.  Sometimes that comfort, hope, and resurrection come in just gathering, or the preacher’s words, or a child’s reciting a memory verse.  Monday, for me, it came in the son-in-law’s song.  With a resounding baritone, Rick sang Celebrate Me Home.  The words are particularly filled with faith in God which overcome pain and sorrow.  It was almost impossible to get off my chair and continue.  Here are the words he sang:

When the time comes and I am standing at the river

That separates the two worlds that I love

Torn between my precious friends and my family

And the place of peace that's waiting up above

Hold my hand and stay there by my side, And when I finally step into the tide

Celebrate me home!  Celebrate me there

Celebrate me in that land of wonder where nothing can compare

Celebrate me in that place Celebrate me saved by grace

Don't just sit and weep because I'm gone…Celebrate me Home

I have spent most of my life on earth preparing

To take the trip from here to Heaven's throne

With the Shield and Word of God to guide me 

Its a comfort knowing I am not alone

So when I take my final fleeting breath  And fade into the gentle sleep of death

Celebrate me home!  Celebrate me there

Celebrate me in that land of wonder where nothing can compare

Celebrate me in that place  Celebrate me saved by grace

Don't just sit and weep because I'm gone  Celebrate me Home

No more broken dreams  No more tears to cry  Into my Father's arms I'll fly  Celebrate me home!  Celebrate me there

Celebrate me in that land of wonder where nothing can compare

Celebrate me in that place  Celebrate me saved by grace

Don't just sit and weep because I'm gone  Celebrate me Home![1]

This is more than just a tear-jerker, designed to create a momentary flood of emotion.  This is a Christ-centered statement of faith, and the fondest prayer I know for the ones I love.  It bridges the divide between longing for Heaven, and the connection of here.

For You Today

If you’ve lost someone, and you’ve run out of ways to stop hurting, take a few minutes to re-read the words of this song.  Listen to it sung.[2]  Discuss these words with another friend, or your pastor.  This is why God gave us The Church…so we can move beyond grieving as those who have no hope.  1 Thessalonians 4:13 

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title Image:  Courtesy of Pixabay.com    Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©


[1] Celebrate Me Home, Joel Lindsey, Wayne Haun, performed by The Perrys, 2012, (Songlyrics.com)

[2] Go here to listen to The Perrys’ version on YouTube.com