Showing posts with label Stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stress. Show all posts

Monday, May 24, 2021

Thankful for Stress and its Ministry in My Life

 

Monday, May 24, 2021

God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.  Psalm 73: 26

From Our Daily Bread[1]:

In 1812, the genteel New Englander Ann Judson embarked with her husband Adoniram on a long ministry of danger and hardship. The Judsons were sailing to far-off Burma as pioneer missionaries.

Ann recorded in her diary how they survived in next-to-intolerable conditions. "Have been distressed for some days on account of the gloomy prospect before us," she wrote. "Everything respecting our little mission is involved in uncertainty. I find it hard to live by faith, and confide entirely in God when the way is dark before me."

Yet Ann added, "If the way were plain and easy, where would be the room for confidence in God. Instead, then, of murmuring and complaining, let me rejoice and be thankful that my heavenly Father compels me to trust in Him by removing those things on which we are naturally inclined to lean."

What is our attitude when the props we have depended on are suddenly gone? Are we grateful for the trials that can strengthen our faith? For the child of God, great stress can develop great faith--and reveal God's great grace. --VCG

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil. --Mote

Adoniram and Anne Judson were missionaries in a difficult spot.  I’ve ministered for about as long as they, but I was not challenged by nearly the severity they experienced.  In forty years in the ministry I’ve not missed meals, or been forced to claim bankruptcy.  The houses I’ve lived in, both parsonages and my own homes have been heated and air-conditioned.  We have been cared-for by God’s grace in so many ways. 

All that said, I can look back on some times, like Anne recorded in her diary, where I wondered if I’d missed God’s will, or if someone causing some problems had missed God’s voice.  In all the times of doubt, trouble, despair I’ve been driven to prayer and depending on God’s promises.  In all the times of plenty, joy, and blessing (which account for much more than the difficult times) I’ve learned, sometimes the hard way, to not get too full of myself, because the blessings were always at God’s hand, not because I deserved them.  And in both the difficult and delightful times there has been stress.  Bad stress is like a violin string pulled too tight, or sagging too loose; the notes are like molasses pits or screeching like you’ve dragged your fingernails across the chalkboard.  Good stress is when the string is tuned just right, cooperates with the other instruments, and produces sounds that lift one to plains of delight!

I’m thankful for the bad stress and good…one teaches me what joy and Divine connection is like – the other teaches me that I’m off course, and need to pay attention to God’s Word more.

For You Today

Are you thankful for the ministry of stress?

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


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


[1] December 17, 1998 “Grateful for Stress”

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Has God Forgotten to Be Gracious?

 

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

I cry out to God; yes, I shout.  Oh, that God would listen to me!  When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord.  All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted.  I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help.    Interlude
You don’t let me sleep.  I am too distressed even to pray!  I think of the good old days, long since ended, when my nights were filled with joyful songs.  I search my soul and ponder the difference now.  Has the Lord rejected me forever?  Will he never again be kind to me?  Is his unfailing love gone forever?  Have his promises permanently failed?  Has God forgotten to be gracious?  Has he slammed the door on his compassion?  Interlude
And I said, “This is my fate; the Most High has turned his hand against me.”  But then I recall all you have done, O Lord; I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.  They are constantly in my thoughts.  I cannot stop thinking about your mighty works.  O God, your ways are holy.  Is there any god as mighty as you?  You are the God of great wonders!  You demonstrate your awesome power among the nations.  By your strong arm, you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.  Interlude

When the Red Sea saw you, O God, its waters looked and trembled!  The sea quaked to its very depths.  The clouds poured down rain; the thunder rumbled in the sky.  Your arrows of lightning flashed.  Your thunder roared from the whirlwind; the lightning lit up the world!  The earth trembled and shook.  Your road led through the sea, your pathway through the mighty waters—a pathway no one knew was there!  You led your people along that road like a flock of sheep, with Moses and Aaron as their shepherds.  Psalm 77:1-20

“Has God forgotten to be gracious?”  If the Psalmist  is anything like Russell, as soon as those words dropped from his pen to the paper, he wished he’d never thought it.  Even now I have trouble asking a question like that.  But Scripture and the gracious character of God always invite us to ask the hard questions.

Asking those “hard” questions is almost a natural response during hard times, and nothing about this decade of the 20’s is starting-off anything but hard!  The 20th century had its’ roaring twenties, the 21st century has a meek meow of COVID-19 and economic distress.  Amid the pain, separation, frustration and unanswered questions and prayers, the uneasy suspicion that lingers in the middle of sleepless nights is:  where is this God who is supposed to answer our call for help?

The easy, or quick answer:  you’re not asking the right questions, or, say ‘please’, or say it right, not wrong, or wait….  These are all easy to roll off the lips, and have some truth.  We do ask selfishly, or out of God’s will; we sometimes ask, as if in demanding; we ask without willingness to hear, or be patient

The hard answer, (hard to hear, accept, or hold onto), is that we might be praying without repentance.  We just might be calling for justice, as if we’re innocent and deserving of better than what we’ve got.  In the court system you can plead to charges in one of two basic ways:  guilty or innocent.  When you plead “innocent” it amounts to saying you have not transgressed the law.  You’re asking for justice which is reserved for those who have completely obeyed.  The other possibility is pleading guilty and throwing oneself on the mercy of the court.

Because our system of jurisprudence is largely based upon the Law, as found in Holy Scripture (e.g. Deuteronomy, Leviticus), we also find our answer in Heaven’s courts.  Scripture, from Genesis to Revelation tells the story, our story, and how there is not a “righteous” person (read that:  without guilt) in the universe[1].  The only possibility for expecting an answer from Heaven requires confession with repentance.  Frankly, given how alien that thought is in 21st century culture, is it any surprise that Heaven is silent to the questions we ask, or the so-called prayers we offer (which are, more accurately, thinly-veiled demands for justice)?

If the “hard answer” is indeed hard to hear, accept, and hold – good!  This is not a time for easy answers.  So, let’s play big boy and big girl, and get real. 

Here’s how:

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. 2 Chronicles 7:14

For You Today

That God who is gracious…he’s just waiting for real!

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©



 

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Trials Stink!

 

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

“For I am persuaded that neither life nor death, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” Romans 8:38-39


Note:  our guest columnist today is our beautiful daughter, Jennifer.  She and husband Ken have three children, two grandchildren, and a lock on my heart.  As a vibrant Christian with more than a little experience facing life’s difficult side, she writes from walking with God during the trials that inhabit the Rocky Road.

Trials stink. 

It is so hard to change mindset when being hurt, or struggling financially or emotionally or relationally. 

But, trials can be a purifying fire and a cleansing water.  Although we don’t want to get burned or drown, we do want to be refined and renewed through the Lord.  God uses trials for His purpose. 

If you are struggling through all the turmoil in our country right now and the depressing nature of social media and mainstream media, be encouraged - God is with you through all these things!  He is always there in our midst, working through things. Carry it in prayer, but do not carry the burden!  Stay out of God’s way and let Him do the heavy work.  If you feel crushed, fearful, strain in your relationships, or been through any kind of personal disaster, invite the Holy Spirit into these circumstances because only God can transform them!  Our suffering will seem like nothing compared to the glory of God worked in us.  And know that nothing can separate you from the ENDURING LOVE of God![1]

For You Today

Thank you, Jen, for a great reminder that we are not designed to do it all.  God’s way is for us to join Him in the next great adventure; our job is to listen, be ready, and always give thanks. 

Even though trials do stink, some suffering in this life, even great suffering, is for a short time compared to an eternity with our Lord and His family. 

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   Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©

For other posts on Romans 8:38-39 see Afraid to Die? and The Confident Hope of All Saints      



[1] Jennifer Brownworth Klim, Facebook.com post, January 15, 2021



 

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

How Can This Be?

 

The Christmas season is well “upon us”.  We are all getting Christmas cards, and Hallmark is smiling along with Wal-Mart, J.C. Penney, VISA, and Mastercard. 

We carry a lot of Hallmark moments around in our heads, don’t we?    

          ·       Snapshots of snowy Christmas days. 

          ·       Scenes of embraces and tender quiet moments with family. 

          ·       Opening presents under the tree.

          ·       Hallmark reprints a thousand different ways to say it for lovers. 

The problem with Hallmark moments, however, is that they end!  And that with which you are left is real life!  And that means there will be stress.  This was the puzzling situation for Mary and Joseph.  They had been faithful to each other, waiting for marriage, and they both get a visit from the Christmas angel with the news that Mary is expecting.  This was stress of the highest order. 

Mary said to the angel, “How can this be…  Luke 1.34a (NASB)

This whole stress mania is out of hand.  Norman Vincent Peale once said that people are so stressed out today, they can’t even fall asleep in church.[1]

Every year I struggle with that…no, not falling asleep in church, but sensing that the stress of holiday survival is someday going to do me in! 

I sense that you also have that – too much going on and too little time.  Hurrying, busy, stressed!

Every year Elizabeth and I vow we are not going to get caught up again; every year I wind up eating my words along with too much turkey and Christmas junk food. 

This year added some new wrinkles to the repertoire:

         · Covid-19, the gift that keeps on taking

          · Pastors learning how to be a movie producer to provide worship

          · and four hundred thousand other stress-builders.    

With all the stress in our current day society, it’s a wonder the airports can operate.  While checking on some bags at the airport, a man became very indignant with the employee who was handling his luggage.  For several minutes he belittled the young man and criticized his every move.  Surprisingly, the curbside porter didn't seem troubled by this man's verbal abuse. 

After the angry man entered the airport, another man approached the luggage handler and asked, how do you put up with such injustice?  The young man said, Oh, it's no big deal.  That guy's going to New York, but his bags are headed for Brazil.[2]

The question I want to ask out loud, right here in the church, of all places, begs to be addressed: 

Is Christmas the Problem?

I know people, even committed, Bible-believing Christians who say they hate Christmas.  HATE!  Now, I know they don’t mean the coming of Christ; I know they are talking about the media Christmas-glitz, meaningless hurry, and debt-creating overspending in which we all get trapped. 

However, the fact that the question must be asked at all raises the possibility that Christmas is the problem – not God’s incredible priceless gift of a Savior; it’s the way we go about celebrating Christmas. 

John Grisham wrote a book (that was also made into a movie) entitled Skipping Christmas about a husband and wife who decide that they won’t participate this year.  They bought $6,000 worth of gifts last year, and this year with the daughter off to college they’re not going to do it again; not even a tree to decorate!  So they spend $3,000 on a cruise instead. 

Stress is a motivator!

This morning I want to offer this as a thesis for us to chew on for these last days of Advent:

Part 1 – Yes, Virginia, Christmas IS the Problem of our Stress.

Part 2 – Yes, Virginia, Christmas is ALSO the Solution for our Stress!

How can something be the problem and the solution?  That’s like my doctor saying, Brownworth, you’re 40 pounds overweight…better stock-up on Snickers!

Well, that thinking won’t work, so let’s look at Joseph. 

We usually focus on Mary with this text, but the first Christmas also brought Joseph all sorts of problems…Joseph could be the poster boy for stress.

Joseph was Heartbroken

Joseph was preparing for marriage and a life with the love of his life.  Mary was beautiful and Joseph was working hard at building a career.  Betrothal in those days was marriage (legally), only the bride and groom didn’t live together.  (Quite different from today when many couples live together without thought of marriage).

Mary became pregnant.  This shattered Joseph’s hopes and dreams for a respectable life.  It had to have crushed his heart.  Christmas stress, indeed; Joseph came to the first Christmas without tinsel, twinkling lights or fruitcake.  He only had heartbreak.

Joseph was Humiliated

The Bible tells us Joseph hatched a plan to divorce Mary privately.  It was likely Joseph did not want her to go through the kind of public humiliation he knew was coming.  Joseph anticipated snide remarks and social snubbing because of Mary’s condition.  The worst-case scenario was stoning to death if Mary was convicted.

It would seem a strange thing these days that a couple should be expected to get to know one another first, engage after a serious time of counsel and deepening of the relationship and, only after marrying, enter the world of being one physically.  However antiquated that notion might seem to people, that practice alone would cut the divorce rate by 75%.  Joseph understood God’s way is one man, one woman for one lifetime.  His humiliation for himself and Mary was in God’s eyes as well as everyone who knew them.

I know something of this.  Elizabeth and I married in 1967.  I had been inducted into the Army five months prior.  We had made the decision to get married if I got orders for overseas, but we didn’t share that with anyone but our parents.  When the orders came, I called and told Elizabeth I had nine days leave.  We met with the minister, bought the stuff, and had a wedding three days later.  I’m certain some of our friends and relatives were doing math for the next several months.  (Jennifer, our first child, was born 4 years and 3 months after the wedding in 1971; so there!).  Joseph was heartbroken, humiliated, and…

Joseph was Hunted

Sticking with Mary brought danger into Joseph’s equation.  Mary had several liabilities.  As a convicted adulteress she could have been stoned under Jewish law.  She also claimed to be pregnant by God…the Pharisees would’ve had a field day with that one.  They hung Jesus on a cross for that kind of claim.  Mary could have gotten the death penalty for blasphemy.

Adultery, blasphemy, and then, later Joseph had to take his little family to Egypt to escape Herod’s holocaust against children; the king had all children Jesus’ age killed to try to prevent a new king from taking his throne.[3]  Sticking-by his vows was a costly experience for Joseph.

The first Christmas was stressful for Joseph.  He was heartbroken, humiliated and hunted.  It was a financial, emotional, and spiritual drain.  He was picturing a wife-kids-dog and white picket fence kind of life.  What he got was over-taxed, shamed, confused, and run out of town. 

Is this first Christmas not the most stressful life you’ve heard about?

It is easy to second-guess God at this point.  Wouldn’t it have been so much easier to bring along the Messiah after Mary and Joseph were married?  Didn’t that make more sense?  I’m certain Joseph had that very thought many times over the years.  On this side of history we can point to the prophecies of a virgin giving birth[4], and the flight to Egypt[5], but with Joseph this all happened so quickly. 

What was God up to?  Where was this all going?

Several years ago I heard the illustration[6] of how that would seem today.  A speaker posed this situation to his audience.  Suppose on September 10, 2001 President Bush had closed all the airports, forbidding anyone to fly for the next week.  It is a certainty that the ACLU, People for the American Way, Constitutionalists, Congressmen, Senators, et al, would have been clamoring for impeachment.  Why? They didn’t know the future.  They didn’t understand that a day later 5,000 people would die at the hands of terrorists who had gotten control over four airplanes.  If they had known what the president knew, they would have put him up for sainthood.

In the same way, Joseph didn’t know what was in God’s heart at that first Christmas. 

In the same way, you don’t know what’s in God’s heart concerning YOU in this Christmas.  It caused stress for Joseph, and we are no different than he.

Following Christ causes stress.  The world did not understand then, and they little understand now.  Christmas is a source for our stress…but, more importantly

Christmas is the Only Solution for Our Stress.

So, how can Christmas be the solution when Christmas is the problem? 

Consider Joseph again:

Joseph’s Mercy Brought Insight

Joseph had already settled on his plan to privately divorce Mary before the angel arrived.  I believe it was this act of mercy which included Joseph in God’s plan.  Joseph was attempting to spare Mary the adultery charge, and I believe that is why the angel appeared to him and explained God’s heart in the matter.  I also believe we would see a lot more insight, a lot more of the move of God’s Spirit in our lives if we were as inclined to mercy as Joseph. 

Sometimes we all have little clue of the purpose of God in our lives.  And so we fight the stress of the situation; we become our own worst enemy.

Insight, understanding what is really going on, understanding God’s purpose for our trials and joys, is the key to having peace over what is happening. 

Bad stuff annoys or worries us; good stuff, if it is not connected to some real higher purpose simply makes us too busy and crowds our lives.  Understanding God’s purposes is the light that dispels the darkness.  And mercy, personal mercy towards those around us is the key that unlocks that door.  Joseph’s mercy brought insight.

Joseph’s Obedience Brought Blessing

God’s Word says that Joseph did stick with Mary.  He took all the humiliation and being hunted; he took all the risks and hung-in with her all the way.  He raised Jesus as his own and taught him the carpenter trade.  He named him Jesus, Joshua (God saves), and protected him.

Joseph braved the first Christmas, with all its stress – and in his life it meant raising the Savior of the entire human race, right in his own home. 

·       It meant seeing the salvation of the world standing there in the temple a dozen years later, teaching the teachers. 

·       It meant being right up close to the sinless perfection of Emmanuel. 

·       It meant a Godly household in the deepest, truest sense of the word. 

     Can we call that a blessing? 

     Can we count that all joy? 

Can we call that the solution for stress? 

Epilogue to the Story:

In this life Joseph never saw Jesus’ earthly ministry.  Evidently, he died early in life.  We do not hear of Joseph past when Jesus was about twelve.  Some folks would evaluate that as being short-changed.  Joseph went through all the stress of the first Christmas, put up with public humiliation, heartbreak and being hunted, and all he got out of it was an early grave.

That might play out if you’re into judging on what you can see.  But that is the opposite of faith.  By faith Joseph trusted God, was merciful to Mary and obeyed God’s leading.  He never saw the blessing worked out in his life.  Some would say that is not fair.  But it depends; would it have been blessing for Joseph to see Jesus hanging on the cross?

Either way, we cannot second-guess God over why Joseph died young.  But we can see parallels in our own lives.

I saw first-hand one of those 18 years ago.  The church I was serving had done a marvelous job presenting the Gospel to the community. 

It was a “free-theater” kind of thing.  We called it Walk Through Bethlehem.  We built a city of Bethlehem and invited everyone to walk through and meet the citizens, who were our church members, dressed in first century costume, ready to connect the dots for visitors about the miracle of Jesus’ birth. 

One of the visitors was Amanda Remole who is a member of Victorious Life Church in High Point.  She was moved by the Holy Spirit to propose the event to her pastor.  And that church took what we did with “Bethlehem” to new heights.  They went all out.  It was a tremendous success in drawing in the community and leading people to Christ.  That was the sweet part; the sour was that our church had to cancel our 2nd year for a variety of reasons. 

Why did our event get cut short?  I honestly don’t know.  Perhaps we gave birth to the idea so others could pick it up and honor our Lord. 

Our church had given our best, and, for me, that removes the stress from Christmas, and answers the question, How Can It BE? 

It does that when I answer the question with, it can BE what He desires it to be! 

Here’s a bit of a challenge for you:

In this year’s activities, as curtailed as they might be by social distancing, try to give God glory for every sweet part, and give God room to work in you and your loved ones, and your enemies.  There will be a time to figure it out later…time to know how this can be.

Our Prayer

Father, our hearts are gladdened always by the approach of the Savior.  Help us to dial back the stress with an extra measure of joy this year; help us to focus on the reality that this isn’t about the gifts, parties, and managing stress.  This is about the love of God entering our life and making all things eternally right.

For the glory, honor, and praise to which You alone are worthy, o Lord, we pray in the Name of the Son, cooperating with the Spirit, to honor and exalt the Majesty of the Father. 

Let it be so in each of our lives…Amen!

 

Title Image:  By Leonardo da Vinci via Wikimedia Commons

W  Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation 

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[1] Bell Peals for Thee, Weekly Livestock Reporter, 9 February 1989, 5a

[2] INJOY LIFE CLUB, John Maxwell, March 1993

[3] Matthew 2.1-16 Herod’s search for the Messiah, killing all children under age 2.  It is still called the slaughter of the innocents.

[4] Isaiah 7.14

[5] Hosea 11.1

[6] Dr. Kenneth Hemphill, UPClose, Baptist State Convention of North Carolina, Dec 2002 tape.


 

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Under His Wings

Thursday, September 26, 2019

Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  This I declare about the Lord:  He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.  For he will rescue you from every trap and protect you from deadly disease.  He will cover you with his feathers.  He will shelter you with his wings.  His faithful promises are your armor and protection.  Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night, nor the arrow that flies in the day.  Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness, nor the disaster that strikes at midday.

The Lord says, “I will rescue those who love me.  I will protect those who trust in my name.  When they call on me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble.  I will rescue and honor them.  I will reward them with a long life and give them my salvation.”  Psalm 91:1-6, 14-16

North Korean nukes, Russian hacking, Ebola and flesh-eating viruses, cyber-bullying, mass shootings, climate change, disasters du jour, and now impeachment inquiry to overshadow the 2020 elections; tell me, where do I sign up for an exit strategy from the stress of life in the new (and improved?) millennium?
Despite world tensions over diseases, natural disasters, and political posturing, nothing is new or (as the talking news-heads proclaim) unprecedented.  Solomon knew that; the wisest man on earth had tried every diversion and pursuit possible and concluded:

History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new.  Ecclesiastes 1:9

All that given, nonetheless, people scurry about looking for my aforementioned twenty-first century merry-go-round exodus route.  Some try pills, or indiscriminate sexual escapades, alcohol-induced amnesia, computer games, or losing one’s mind in scrolling posts on Facebook…perhaps literally!
One of the oldest methods of fleeing the terrors of the night, and the arrows of the day is religion.  Now that may sound strange coming from the preacher, but religion takes many forms.  Some I’ve already mentioned…sex, drugs, booze, et al.  Of course, there’s the traditional approach, church three times on Sunday, Wednesday nights and revivals.  There is serial religiosity pursuing mainline religions or any of the estimated 4200 offshoots, from the slight variations to the ridiculous fringe extremes.[2]  Religion?  We’ve got whatever you like!  I do not wish to be misunderstood, but here’s my take on it:
All forms of religion are good at some points                          and fail miserably at most points.
The point at which religion always fails is that all of it is an attempt to reach upward to “God” as opposed to acceptance of God’s reaching downward in His grace and love.  Any attempt to reach up smacks of our participation in accomplishing salvation, when all it really does is make us feel better about ourselves.  God has shown us in His Word that is a non-starter.  It was wholly God’s initiative to save us; it is our simple responsibility to accept what God has already done.  All else we do in terms of living the joy and thankfulness with which we are blessed is simply a natural response to God’s mercy and forgiveness.
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The old hymn is my exodus from the madness of everything life can sling at me, including religious rules-following, approval or disapproval of my fellow humans, friend and foe alike, and I invite you to sing it along with me:
Under His wings I am safely abiding.  Tho' the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me.  He has redeemed me, and I am His child.
Under His wings, under His wings, Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide, Safely abide forever.
[3]
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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[1] Title Image:  Pixabay.com     Unless noted, Scripture used from The New Living Translation©
[2] How many Religions are there worldwide?  Reference.com
[3] William Orcutt Cushing (words), Ira David Sankey (music), 1896, (Public Domain) courtesy of Hymnary.org