Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

Monday, December 24, 2018

Suddenly

Monday, December 24, 2018

And because Joseph was a descendant of King David, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, David’s ancient home.  He traveled there from the village of Nazareth in Galilee.  He took with him Mary, to whom he was engaged, who was now expecting a child.  And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born.  She gave birth to her firstborn son.  She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.  That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep.  

Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them.  They were terrified, but the angel reassured them.  “Don’t be afraid!” he said.  “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people.  The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David!  And you will recognize him by this sign:  You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”  Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying, “Glory to God in highest heaven, and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”  Luke 2:4-14(NLT)

Surprises come suddenly.  (Now there’s a news flash!)
I’ve never actually liked the idea of surprises.  But surprises don’t ask if they can happen; they just happen.  That is why they’re called surprises – they surprise you!  They’re autonomous – they decide when, where, how much, and with what purpose they happen.  All you have is your reaction to the surprise.
This is why surprises aren’t my favorite thing; I’d like to be able to pick and choose which things life has permission to throw at me.  That surprise 16th birthday party was ok, but nearly severing my big toe back in 1987 was something I would have crossed-off the dance card if I’d known about how weak that aquarium glass was if you put your foot against it to scoot it across the carport.  Surprises sometimes include blood!
The shepherds understood surprises; you don’t care for flocks of sheep, notoriously dumb animals that wander around, falling into all kinds of troubling predicaments, without being familiar with surprises.  It’s just that the shepherds weren’t prepared for an angel and a choir the size of the New Year’s Eve Times Square crowd floating in the night air above.  Surprises can sometimes be terrifying.
But now, later that night, look at the faces of those shepherds, and tell me what happens when a surprise from heaven settles-in to do its work in your life:
Notice that all six faces in the picture (7 if you count the cow) are illuminated.  The artist wanted us to know something about these faces and the worth of this surprise.
We know Mary’s face, a young teen with her firstborn; how do you put into words the joy and overwhelming sense of fearful wonder that you won’t be good enough for all this? 
At Mary’s side, with his hands folded on the cow’s head, we see contented joy.  This shepherd is just taking-in the human moment…and why not?  It’s not often a common shepherd gets to participate in a world-class event…and in a front-row seat!
The Man in the lower left with hands clasped in a prayerful pose shows wonder, his face is an I-don’t-know-what-to-make-of-this prayerful plea of anxiety over what this will mean; will it all be alright?
The boy next to Mary is pure, excited joy.  “Do you believe this; man, this is great” is the expression of youthful naiveté, who cannot possibly see anything but the upside.  This is the Hallmark moment under the Christmas tree; all gift, no grief.
And lastly (besides the cow who may be looking more at the hay that was supposed to be her supper), at the far (upper) left is a man’s face that speaks the shadow of the cross to me.  His right hand is near his heart, and the left raised in something of a benedictory pose.  At first glance I saw just a bland, unfeeling look on that face.  But on deeper examination I see the pathos of future surprises for this child that transcends such a serene moment of a new baby’s untouched life.  This prayerful shepherd understands life will not be all picnics and walks in the park. 
There are indeed hard times ahead for the Christ child.  His willingness to accept all of it, so I can experience His joy, is present enough for me.
For You Today
My deepest prayer for you today is that whatever you’re preparing for, and whomever you will celebrate this Christmas eve, and the season with, that all these emotions and assurances will be yours, like the suddenly surprises the angels brought so long ago to the shepherds.  Contented joy, mixed with a little anxious anticipation, regained naiveté, and the wisdom of preparing for the cross.  Blessed Christmas…. good tidings!
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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Monday, August 20, 2018

Getting At the Truth

Monday, August 20, 2018
Some time later two prostitutes came to the king to have an argument settled.  “Please, my lord,” one of them began, “this woman and I live in the same house.  I gave birth to a baby while she was with me in the house.  Three days later this woman also had a baby.  We were alone; there were only two of us in the house.  “But her baby died during the night when she rolled over on it.  Then she got up in the night and took my son from beside me while I was asleep.  She laid her dead child in my arms and took mine to sleep beside her.  And in the morning when I tried to nurse my son, he was dead!  But when I looked more closely in the morning light, I saw that it wasn’t my son at all.”  Then the other woman interrupted, “It certainly was your son, and the living child is mine.”  “No,” the first woman said, “the living child is mine, and the dead one is yours.”  And so they argued back and forth before the king.  Then the king said, “Let’s get the facts straight.  Both of you claim the living child is yours, and each says that the dead one belongs to the other.  All right, bring me a sword.”  So a sword was brought to the king.  Then he said, “Cut the living child in two, and give half to one woman and half to the other!”  Then the woman who was the real mother of the living child, and who loved him very much, cried out, “Oh no, my lord! Give her the child—please do not kill him!”  But the other woman said, “All right, he will be neither yours nor mine; divide him between us!”  Then the king said, “Do not kill the child, but give him to the woman who wants him to live, for she is his mother!”  When all Israel heard the king’s decision, the people were in awe of the king, for they saw the wisdom God had given him for rendering justice. 
1 Kings 3:16-28(NLT)                   
Of course, it was never a thought in the king’s mind to cut a living child in two.  Solomon was counting on the most basic human instinct a mother has (to protect her child) to get at the truth of whose baby was before him.  When the king saw the real mother’s willingness to let the child live, even at the expense of letting her son go, he knew he had the right mother. 
Solomon was the judge between these two women, but, greater than judge, he was also their friend.  By pushing the envelope with the child’s life hanging in the balance the king forced both of them to open their eyes to the truth.
To the real mother, this friendship was a matter of acknowledging and affirming in her the genuine gift of motherhood, her willingness to put aside personal feelings and do that which is best for her child. 
To the other one who had lost her own child in infancy, Solomon forced to surface the truth that her selfishness in stealing another’s child wasn’t the answer to the grief she was battling.  That grief may have been what caused this coldness towards the living child and the other mother.  She was attempting to deal with the grief of her loss by inflicting her pain on another.  It is what we do when the pain is too great!
I have had friends like Solomon.  I have been in circumstances that produced grief in me big enough to overwhelm my ability to make a sound choice of what to do next.  You get stuck, unable to move forward, and, like a car’s wheel, bogged-down in a snow drift, your judgment is in danger of freezing to death.  Then a friend utters the simple, basic truth you’ve been unwilling to face, because it demands humility in the face of your pride, or surrender when you’d rather control, or change when you’re so unmotivated in your current tiredness…and you realize the familiar mess you’re in is more dangerous than the move forward into the unfamiliar unknown of the future. 
And you press on!
That’s what a friend is really like!
For You Today
If you have, or have had, one or two friends in your life willing to bring truth to the surface for you, you are indeed blessed. 
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day.

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