To my friends who are white. Like many, I have felt like I cant find the words to express my hatred for racism. But what I am realizing is that it’s not that I cant FIND the words to express , its that it’s NOT words that WILL express it. It is action in real life, not on facebook or Twitter, or Instagram. I’m seeing a lot of white people posting on Facebook about how outraged they are, and I get it, I am too. I am outraged at the torturous, hunting down like prey, murders of people of color that continue to go on in this country, but I dont know how to do anything about it. Posting my opinion on social media, reposting people of colors posts, is not enough. I’m begging you if you have posted your opinion about this issue but not fully submerged yourself in making a phone call or reaching out to your friends personally who are of color, you are being tricked into being silent, even with your outraged posts. Our posts on Facebook or Instagram are not enough. They are good, but dont stop there. Ask your friends of color “How can I help you feel supported in this?” I’m sure none of them would say “blow up your opinion on facebook,that’ll show you care.” Being raised in a white home, we were taught to not be racist. Which I get it, but it’s not enough. Yes not being racist is good, but we dont get an award for it, we shouldn’t be proud of it. It’s the lowest form of action of not being racist. Im not trying to shame, but it is embarrassing. I’m learning that I am embarrassed to talk about what I can do, because I’ve done nothing. And that’s ok. In my crazy mind I just want to hug every person of color that o see. Or I just want to scream in Target “IF YOUVE GOT A PROBLEM WITH ANY PERSON OF COLOR IN HERE MEET IN THE PARKING LOT LETS DO THIS!!” Both of which would be highly inappropriate, but I’m just being honest. My heart is shredded in two knowing what people of come go through when they send their kids out the door every day. I have sobbed because I feel like I dont know how to do anything that matters because I’m not an activist. But it’s that trap of the devil. The same trap he uses that convinces us that we shouldn’t share the Gospel, the devil says, “no one will listen, you’re not important enough to make a difference, people will laugh at you, you dont understand racism you have white privilege, youre just fill in the blank and on and on and on” and we buy it. So we do nothing.
We can do more than not being racist. I have tried to reach out and ask questions the best I can, and I think that’s where we start. Although I’m not changing much on a huge scale, I know God is working when I step out of my comfort zone and into other people’s pain. I know for a lot of my white friends you feel the same way. This post is to encourage you in making phone calls, go to your neighbors house and say I’m heartbroken and want you to know I’m here for you and I dont know how to help you. Be awkward in the name of Christ the Comfortor, our Counselor. Be awkward in the fight against racism. I have been advised by friends of color to call certain phone numbers for Minneapolis PD, the Minneapolis department of Justice and email the district attorney for Minneapolis, also to call and write my local authorities to see how to get body cams on police officers locally. I’ve been advised to educate myself about crimes against people of color so I am familiar with them. I’m talking to my kids and asking if they feel led to do anything. This post isnt meant to shame my white friends or even to say I have all answers. This post actually feels embarrassing. I’m just trying to change how we see racism as white people who are not racist. If any friends who are of color have any other ways to help us support you, please comment. This is an embarrassing post, but felt maybe it would encourage more support. And if you are finding as you read this that you dont have friends that are of color…..you need to go get some, that would be a great place to start. It sounds so weird to say that but it’s TRUE. Be awkward friends, it usually leads to love, kindness, and friendship.
” For I am afraid that when I come I may not find you as I want you to be, and you may not find me as you want me to be. I fear that there may be discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, slander, gossip, arrogance and disorder.” 2 Corinthians 12:20
“Those who consider themselves religious and yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongues deceive themselves, and their religion is worthless.” James 1:26
“Whoever conceals hatred with lying lips and spreads slander is a fool.” Proverbs 10:18
“Indeed, there is not a righteous man on earth who continually does good and who never sins.” Ecclesiastes 7:20
Since the beginning, in the garden of Eden, our enemy has been trying to get us to pick sides. This tactic has been carried on throughout the centuries ever since. I think its such a powerful tactic because humans have a natural desire to belong. To belong to someone, to belong somewhere. Gangs use this tactic, political parties, sports teams, even some churches participate in the call to belong here instead of over there.
So often we fall for it, we fall for the lure to pick the right side.
The reality is that the only sides there are to choose from are either us or God. That’s right, only 2 choices here. This reality makes choosing way less exciting, and way less complicated. Ecclesiastes says there is not a man who continually does good. If we are honest, we would quickly disagree and say that we are good. If can say right now “I’m a pretty good person.” we are living in denial. Giving ourselves credit as if not committing murder somehow raises our status of goodness, is well, so typical of humans, we may as well be Buddhists, or Hindu or Jehovah’s Witnesses. Ephesians 2:9 reminds us that using works as a means to prove worthiness is a danger, saying “Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it.” We have to humble ourselves in order to operate under this truth that our ways are bent towards ourselves, towards sin and away from God.
This devotional is really a reminder that if our opinions and the sides we pick don’t honor God, don’t point people to Christ, don’t encourage the 1st commandment or any of the others thereafter then we should be apprehensive to share them. We all have opinions. But if we are not taking seriously, that we are all sinners and that our ways are not God’s ways, then we are living in denial of our own depravity and potentially doing more spiritual damage than good.
So, my encouragement for this week, is that when you have conversations wether about coronavirus, or your job, or your boss, or fears, or unknowns, or political parties, or daily routines, or lack of motivation, or depression, or being frustrated with others as they make different choices than you would, that you would think about how to drive the conversation to truths about God, His sovereignty, His goodness, and most importantly share with others what God has done in your life during the times when you have felt fear or out of control.
Like I said before, we all want to belong. No one wants to feel alone, and that is where the drive to pick sides comes from, to protect us from being alone. So instead of encouraging sides, encourage that we are all in this together, under God, even if we disagree or would do things differently. If we as Christians are all on the same side, the side that was saved through nothing we could have ever done ourselves, the side that deserved death but was gifted life, then we should be compelled to continually drive people to our side. Because the only other option is the side that leads to death and an eternity separated from God.
I pray Father that you would guide our words today and every day. I pray Father that your spirit would filter what we say, that I would not glorify myself thinking I know what is right and wrong, but that I would dig deeply into your Word to find out what you say, and form my opinions from that truth. In Christ’s name, Amen.
Have a great week my friends.
My facebook feed is flooded with posts about comparing this Coronavirus pandemic to a storm. Pictures of little row boats amidst thunderous bolts of lightening with captions describing everyone being the same storm but each of us experiencing it differently.
Almost as quickly as they appear, the Facebook floodwaters recede only to come back on to shore flooding my feed with countless statistics from reliable sources, unreliable sources, friends, family and strangers. Post after post. Some are heartwarming, detailing people singing through windows to loved ones who are quarantined. Some are heroic with images of healthcare workers covered in PPE’s with grooves bored into their faces where mask have marked their territory that day. And let’s not forget the posts that are shaming you for not doing your part to protect humanity. Or friends reposting scientific numbers after countless hours of scrolling mindlessly only to recreate the same posts but with their hypothetical projections for the cure for Covid. The posts are like when the tsunami wave finally reaches shore digging its shoulders low, pushing masive amounts of water inland, with its hind legs. You can hear trees snapping and people screaming in fear. Cars being moved, scooting along the streets into others as if being swept into a dustpan to be thrown away with the evening trash. Seemingly no end in site.
A 7 week and counting storm, and the end and beginning of each day we are left with one question. When is this storm going to end? We go to bed in wonder. We wake up and bump our heads on the upper bunk, swinging our legs over the bed and into our slippers, climbing the narrow ladder out of our quarters, stumbling towards the deck looking off the bow, drawing the same conclusion we landed on yesterday; the storm is still upon us. And so we wait, we check Facebook, we wait for press conferences and reopening announcements. Oh you darned storm. We watch for when the storm will be over. We hope to see clear skies ahead. Our lives are being navigated by this storm.
Unless……..its not about the storm.
In a brief account of an entirely different storm some 2000 years ago, not as big in size but surely as life threatening to the people caught in it, one man describes a squall so big the boat was being swamped. Another man says a furious squall came up, waves breaking over the boat. A truly life threatening situation. Yet on this boat was a man capable of rebuking the sea, responsible for creating humanity from dust and harnessing life within his breath. Jesus was on this boat. The men on the boat recount the events during the storm where they came to a point where they actually believed they would die, running down to the stern they find Jesus asleep on a cushion, not a care in the world. Angry and terrified, they say ” Teacher, dont you care if we drown?” To which Jesus gets up, reprimands this distraction of a storm that has overwhelmed his dearest friends, yelling “QUIET! BE STILL!” And there in that moment, like a dog being snapped out of disobedience from the command of his owners voice, in humility and submission, the storm retreats. As quickly as he instructed nature to be still, he looks at the men and says “Why are you so afraid? Do you STILL have no faith?” (Matthew 4:35-41)
I have so many questions about this situation. What were they supposed to do? Was Jesus setting them up to fail? Was he testing their faith? While I dont the answers to those questions, one thing is very clear. These men had almost unknowingly, switched out the source of what they put their faith in. The evidence of the switch is in their response to their circumstance. If their faith would have remained ed in Christ during the storm, I assume the response would have looked more like a child whos been abruptly woken in the night by the sound of thunder ripping apart the clouds, coming in to wake a parent for comfort, they jump under the covers drawing as close as possible whispering “I’m scared.” All the while knowing they are safe, even if the rain waters rise, their parent would have a plan.
Maybe jumping under Jesus’ blanket would not have happened, but a gentle waking followed by a “Jesus, wht should we do?”, would have been a response reflecting faith and trust in Christ, not one trusting in the anger of the storm, or what they’re imaginations feared would come out of the storm.
The accounts of this storm are clearly a reminder of how important it is that the source of our faith remain in Christ. Regardless of the storm, the daily ask remains:
Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?
Let us dwell on the truths of scripture as we gain full trust, faith, fearlessness, wisdom, discernment, during this storm.
Let us shift from fearful to faithful.
Galatians 2:20 “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.“
Isaiah 41: 10 “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
John 14:27 “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.“
The past few days I have been feeling depressed. That word means so many things for so many people.
For me, I wake up wishing I didnt have to help anyone get ready for their next thing. I wish I could reposition my pillow, stick my foot out from under the blanket to feel the cool air, and fall back asleep with my tired thoughts. I wish all my kids could drive themselves to school. I wish I didnt buy that stupid pineapple that was on sale, because now I have to cut it up.
I get up. I make the lunches. I drink the coffee. And I’m tired. My mind is heavy and I’m super irritated. I’m irritated that I usually cut the crust off. Why did I set the bar so high?
I’m short with the littles who werent expecting me to be mad at the pineapple.
I drive everyone to school, but we dont talk in the 3 minute car ride, except for “bye, have a good day, I’ll pick you up after school.”
Now all my kids are gone and I have two options; 1) I could climb back into bed and no one would know the difference. 2) I could read my bible.
I know option one, for me, leads to a dark, self loathing, pity party. Even though I know in my heart I’m going to HATE every second of reading that stupid book. That stupid bible.
I choose that stupid book. I read. I read and the words mean nothing.
I read it because I believe that stupid book.
I read it because I trust in the Lord with all my heart and in all my ways (even in my depressed ways) I acknowledge Him and do not lean on my own understanding.
He is my rock and my salvation.
And sometimes it sucks.
But that’s ok.
I do what I would do if I wasnt depressed.
It’s a battle. To the end.
Today my end is just the end of today. Just get to the end of today.
I praise you God in the valleys.
You are my rock.
But Christ as a son over his own house; whose house are we, if we hold fast the confidence and the rejoicing of the hope firm unto the end. Hebrews 3:6
I remember when I was raising kids that were somewhere between infants and toddlers, time was so weird. Even though I was able to stay at home with my kids for the most part, it felt like the time I had wasn’t really mine. In the beginning I would sleep at all times of day. The advice given was “you sleep when baby sleeps.” Showering daily was immediately placed into the category of optional, and I would run up and down the stairs for excersize because it seemed as though I just didnt have the time to get it in any other way.
I remember feeling like I was living in a whirlwind, not knowing where my next step would be or why I took my last step. As is motherhood in the beginning, I guess.
I’ve written previous posts on my hair smelling like hair when days have gone by without a wash, but there is a special kind of funk that new moms wear. Not only have news moms, myself included, not showered in 3 days but at any moment there could definitely be spit up in our hair or on occasion, a tiny speck of poop from a wipe that grazed our sleeve on the way into the trashcan while trying to hold baby safely on her changing table out of fear of baby falling off the table. After all what kind of mom let’s her child roll off a changing table? Not me of course…mine rolled off the bed. Twice. Totally different. But exactly the same.
Anyway, I’d say those days were rough. They were absolutely longer than 24 hours. For sure.
As they got a bit older my time was spent on other things, no more napping during the day because that time was now strictly dedicated to making food and cleaning it up. Again and again and again. Then we added crafts, play dough, trips to the park, playdates and library days. I remember taking my son to the park one day, he was maybe 3 years old. I saw him laying belly down, face one inch from the blades of grass looking intently into what seemed to be a bug village. Peeling back the blades of grass between his chubby fingers, I asked him what he was doing. He very plainly said “Well I’m going to see if this ladybug wants to play hide and seek.”
Of course. Of course that’s what you are doing. Because your entire job is to run me into the ground and then make me forget all of it in independent and sporadic magical moments like that, that make my heart full, give me instant cavities from your sweetness and immediately equals it’s all worth it a billion trillion percent.
But back to the time part. I remember outside of those intensely gratifying moments, feeling exhausted. I remember wishing for more time to do me. I remember feeling as if there was no time for me. No time to read my bible. No time to shower. No time to make phone calls or my bed or do laundry or eat adult food or make appointments or hang out with anyone or speak adult words in a row for multiple minutes. I just had to power through this chaotic time and time would settle eventually, I mean right?
There were multiple times during this season where I would talk with other women about how busy I felt and that I could not find time to read my bible. Sadly, I remember the majority of women I would speak to would say ” Don’t get down on yourself, it’s just a season, you’ll have time later.” And in the moment I honestly think those women were caring for me the best they knew how. But realistically, I have come to learn that they were giving me one of the worst pieces of advice or support a woman could give to a new mom.
In Matthew 6 verse 33, Jesus himself says “Seek first the Kingdom of God and all these things will be added to you.” In this chapter he is speaking about how we are so concerned that we will go without. He says instead of worrying about what will or will not happen, seek Godly things first. He goes on to say dont even worry about tomorrow for today today has enough worries of it own. So even in the weight of the worries of today, we are told to seek God in the midst of it.
In Luke chapter 5 verse 16 it says that Jesus frequently withdrew to pray. If you think of His circumstances, he was one of the busiest guys in town, yet he made it a frequent discipline to speak and listen to the Father. So busy, but not too busy for God.
Our circumstances do not create for us an exception to not connect with Him. Ever. I’m not sure when being busy crept it’s way into getting a pass for not reading our bibles every day. But it is a lie that I believed for possibly years. I believed I really was too busy, too tired. No one said “Kim, I know you’re tired but you do have 5 minutes that you can give to the Lord, and you need to commit to it.” It almost felt good that everyone was having pity on me, that I was in that stage. The time warp stage. The new mom stage. I was getting encouragement that this season would pass, and I would FEEL like I had time soon enough.
Wow. There is no time that is a good time to not connect with God through prayer and through His Word. No season that constitutes bypassing guideance from our Creator. We need to fight for time alone with God. Fight for it. Determine the minutes in our days that we will dedicate to strengthening our relationship with Him. Identify when we will seek Him, every day. We need to be committed to a start time, as if our life depends on it, because it does.
Proverbs 3:5-6 is very clear about not only about trusting the Lord but is specific to say ” do NOT lean on your own understanding” and if we are commanded to trust the Lord but refuse to meet with Him, we are left only within the confines of our own understanding of things. A very dangerous place to be.
I will say that the best remedy for not falling into the busy trap, is to surround yourself with people who understand the severity of connecting with God daily, and who will challenge your excuses when life is just too busy.
I wake up every day at 5am to meet with God. I have to. Some days I hate it. But I do it. And other days I can’t freaking wait to be with Him. He is my only source of real fuel, of discernment, of self control, of restraint, of courage, of kindness, of hope, of protection. Him alone.
Today’s Prayer Challenge:
Starting tomorrow, pick a time that you will meet with God. Set your alarm or schedule an appointment, as if it were a hair appointment (we all know all bets are off when that hair appointment comes, no body’s stopping you from that appointment!!) If your alarm goes off and it’s not a good time, then snooze it until you complete your time with Him. You may find that you really do have 5 minutes, but Satan has convinced you that you have been too busy. Take your day back.
Dear God, I pray that you would help direct my time to you. Show me where I have overlooked time that could be spent with you. God you provide all things, remind me that I can trust you with my time, above all else if I surrender it to you first. In Christ’s name, Amen
Isaiah 43:2 “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”
We moved to Texas 2 years ago, from California, and one of the things I enjoy the absolute most is the extreme weather. It gets me up out of bed in the morning and compels me to stay up late at night in wait. The lightening is magnificent, sometimes trailing across the sky in a mad dash to the finish line across the other end. Other times it is if you are sitting inside an explosion and for a split second all around you is a brilliant shade of fire white your eyes have never seen before.
I do not however anticipate with such glee, the difficult storms of life that can overwhelm all of us at times. For the first 27 years of my life I powered through the storms of life, riding the coat tails of my leftover will from each previous storm I happened to survive. Willing my way through feeling worthless, being a child of divorce. Willing my way through the pain of rejection from a boyfriend I was desperately looking for affirmation from. Willing my way through fear of being abandoned, by pulling myself up by me bootstraps, paving my own way to true independence. Or so I thought. A lifetime of self dependence, for me, ended after decades of self reliance when I found myself no longer able to muster up the strength to continue through the storms. I was living in a shelter, I had lost custody of my daughter, and I was living a shameful life of drugs, partying and complete darkness.
I guess you could say the real me had gone missing for years. When a person is reported missing at sea, the Coast Guard responds by conducting a search and rescue mission. Depending on the odds of the persons survival after a certain period of time spent on the mission, they will either continue the mission or determine there is little to no chance of survival and call off the mission.
In my mind, when I was in that shelter, I had no chance of survival, no chance of ever recovering from where my choices had landed me. None. But by the grace of God, He refused to call off the rescue mission.
After giving my life back to Christ, surrendering to him being in control, almost everything in my life changed. Except for one thing. My circumstances. I still had to deal with consequences of all of my past choices, but facing them was no longer something I would have to face alone or figure out how to get through by myself.
I grew up thinking Christians thought they were so much better than everybody else. Like their lives were so awesome because they joined the cool club. I thought their motto was “Join our club and life will be great!” But I was so wrong. Life is not supposed to be great as a Christian, our faith is great because of what we believe God has done for us. He gave us a chance to live in a way where we experience Him, His love for us and that we would never be separated from Him, even though we could never do anything to deserve such kindness.
The one thing Christianity promises is that we will suffer. It also promises that we will never suffer alone, and that from our suffering will come good.
Does that mean we are excited to suffer? Does it mean we are happy when we are suffering? I don’t think so. But hopefully it means that when we are suffering, going through difficulties, we can find hope in the promise that it is not the end of our road, and that we can trust that God will carry us through.
Today’s prayer challenge:
Being a believer means that God equips us to face life’s difficulties, knowing that He is for us and we are not fighting alone. Sometimes we need to be reminded of this. I challenge you today, to take 5 minutes to give thanks to God that He is with you and write down any ways that you have tried to control outcomes of your circumstances without consulting Him, as if you were facing things alone. Ask for forgiveness in areas where you have taken the lead without prayer first.
Father God I am grateful that you promise I am never alone. I have been faced with difficulties that I feel I will never overcome. You know my will to fight, but God I have taken advantage of that, thinking I am in control. Please forgive me for taking the lead in areas of my life where you are trying to lead me. God show me where I can submit outcomes I have been trying to control, to your will. Thank you that do not remove storms but that you guide me through them that I would grow closer to you and experience the love you have for me.
In Christ’s name, Amen.
According to recent statistics, 18% of all Americans suffer with anxiety. That is approximately 40 million people. Of those people, only 36% seek treatment. A staggering number of people are resigned, to suffer.
I do not suffer from anxiety but I have struggled with depression in my past. There was definitely an aspect of anxiety entangled in my depression. I can remember being overwhelmed with feelings of fear, that would paralyze my ability to respond properly to my circumstances and my thoughts would hold back my ability to stay motivated to keep going. Whether it was to get up for work, or go to the grocery store or even make phone calls to my family. Something in my thoughts would create sort of a dam between themselves and executing normal tasks.
There are accounts throughout the Bible that describe God-fearing men being overcome by fear, which I find to be one of the most comforting aspects of the Bible as I read it. Adam, Jacob, David, Esther, Rahab, Hagar the list of moments when people were full of fear is long. But the Bible’s continued theme from these fearful people is that it assures us that we are not alone and that people have been though what we are going through. From the beginning to the very end of the story, the message that we are not in this life battle alone, is consistent and extremely clear. Yet still, sometimes having the knowledge that we are not alone is just not enough to stir up motivation.
Depression and fear make their sly descent on our outlook and perspective as we sink into the shadows and wait. We wait for thoughts to pass. We wait for feelings to come back. We sleep while we wait. We isolate while we wait. We think while we wait. Sometimes we even pray while we wait. We pray for motivation and for feeling like it. We pray God would take our depression and anxiety away.
While prayer is one of the most powerful tools we have against spiritual warfare, I think we overlook the power that it has to motivate us to be obedient when we don’t feel like it. Sometimes just doing the next right thing is all we can be expected to do. If God’s Word says “I will be with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9, then we can trust that the expectation for us or our part, is to go. And if we just don’t feel like going, we can trust that The Holy Spirit still wants us to go. So instead of focusing all of our attention on waiting to not feel fearful or depressed, we can pray that God would just show us the next right thing. We can tell God through prayer that we don’t feel like doing anything and that we just want this feeling to go away, and in the same breath we need to be praying that God would, out of His mercy and kindness, just show us the next right thing in spite of our feelings. We can obey when we are depressed and fearful. The reality is that sometimes our feelings are just reminders that we need God. That is not a bad thing. That is the key joy in all circumstances. Knowing just how sick we are and at the same time knowing that God is desperate for us to submit to Him because that brings us life.
When I get depressed, I still know and understand my obligations or the “tasks” that need to happen during the day. It’s just that I don’t feel motivated, I feel upset and unsettled and it sometimes paralyzes me. But it is in those moments that we can remind ourselves that we need refueling from God. We can be reminded to look to Him for the encouragement to just do the next right thing, and He in His perfect timing will alleviate us from our depressed thoughts and anxious feelings.
It’s ok to feel depressed and anxious. But trying to handle it or make it go away in our own will is where we start to shrink away from life.
Today’s prayer challenge:
If you are feeling depressed or unmotivated, take a full 5 minutes to write out how you are feeling. Don’t hold back, get it all out. Write specific things that are causing your depression or anxiety. If there is nothing specific, just write out your thoughts. Then pray what you have written, to God and ask Him to show you the next right thing. It could be going to the store or changing the laundry. Then once that is completed, ask Him for what is next. Go back to Him in prayer no matter how many times it takes, to get to the end of your day. Once you reach the end, keep praying. Pray for what you are grateful for and remember times when God has done miracles in your life. He is the same God He has always been, loving and kind. Hang in their friend, His time is perfect. Reach out to a friend and let them know you are struggling so they can pray with you and help you to keep going.
God I have feelings of depression and anxiety and they are overtaking my thoughts. I don’t see the joy in anything I will do today. I have no interest in conversations or in what other people are doing. I am empty inside. I am waiting to feel again. I know that you looked down at me seeing this season of life and you declared I am worthy of your love. Although I do not feel worthy today, I will be obedient to you because I can trust you and your plans for my life. Please show me the next right thing to do even if it is small, that I would glorify you in my depression and fears knowing that you hear my hearts requests and want me to live abundantly in you. In Christ’s name, Amen
“Yet He frequently withdrew to lonely places to pray.”
I went to India a few years ago with my husband and it was the most amazing trip I have ever been on. But it was also very crowded. I’m talking like uncomfortably crowded. I remember we had to take a train to get to our next destination. When we got to the train station it was madness. I thought I knew what crowded was, but clearly I did not. India is crowded. Like I could smell people, crowded. I could smell hair and breath and goats and it was not ok. Thousands of people all trying to get on the same train and seemingly no sort of ticketing system or wait your turn concepts. All bets were off and as soon as the train arrived it was pure pandemonium. Moms grabbing babies with no shoes by their arms, men slithering through cracks not big enough for a child to get to the train doors and I was holding on for dear life to Josh’s shirt as he plowed through hundreds of people who were also plowing through hundreds of people. Straight up madness. And there were goats, did I mention that? People with their goats boarding the train.
The bible says it may have looked similar to this train scene shortly after Jesus began his ministry. People were hearing of His miracles and healings. It says in the book of Luke that the news about what Jesus was doing was spreading so rapidly that people came in droves just to hear him and be healed.
Do you ever feel like life is coming at you in droves? Just all the life things? Its like there are hundreds of life things that constantly need our attention. Little things like running out of toilet paper, big things like finding mom in home care for her declining health, medium things like a gift for a teacher or friend. But its all of them combined that makes it feel heavy, like you can’t see when the entire list will ever be checked off.
The very next verse after it says that people came in droves to hear Him and be healed, almost doesn’t make any sense. It kind of doesn’t even fit. It says “Yet news about him spread all the more, so that crowds of people came to hear him and be healed of their sicknesses. But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.” Kind of an interesting place to let us know that, right?
I think it’s the perfect place actually. The biggest most climactic scene, people are searching for Him, desperate for Him…. and he bails. And he did it frequently it says. Busiest guy in town, most powerful guy in town, in the most stressful circumstance in town and He was intentional about finding alone time with God.
We can’t keep trying in our own will to get all the stuff done. We can’t keep letting the entire day go by under the lie that we are too busy. It’s very simple, go frequently to lonely places to be with God. Whether it is 5 minutes in your closet before your kids see you, or the first 5 minutes you get in your car on the way to school or work. Maybe its setting the alarm earlier to wake up or setting an alarm 10 minutes before bedtime to be with Him. Make it important.
Today’s prayer challenge:
Reflect on what you will be doing every day this week. Pick a time that you will commit to being alone with God. Write down the time. If you do not have 5 minutes to spare, commit to God what you will cut out of your day and replace with alone time with Him. Remind yourself of the truth that not everything in your day is more important that time alone with God. Pray over the time you have picked.
God I see that I have not fought for time alone with you. God forgive me that I have bought the lie that I am too busy for time with you. God help me to give you my best, not my leftovers. God change my heart to be excited to be with you and not to resent things that get in the way of that time. God help me to be intentional and a good steward of my time. In Christ’s name, Amen.
Romans 5: 6
“You see at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.”
Do you know what an autostereogram is? I didn’t know they had a name, but apparently an autostereogram is one of those pictures where you stare at them for a moment (or for a very long time, if you are me) and then almost miraculously, the image you thought you were staring at, becomes a completely different image. Usually it is a 3D image so it is a little bit shocking once you see it. Well I’m the worst at those. Seriously, the absolute worst. My mom had a painting in her home of a little wooden barn in the forefront, tucked away in a meadow with purple flowers all around it. The painting was a head on shot of the barn, looking at the front of the barn with the meadow behind it. Or so I thought. It turns out that the painting was in fact an autostereogram of sorts. One day my mom asked us what we saw in the painting. Naturally we both said the front of a barn in a meadow surrounded by purple flowers. She then proceeded to say, “Stare at it for a minute, and you will see that it is actually the back of a barn with the meadow in front of it.” I was in disbelief until my sister shouted “I SEE IT!” I stared for multiple minutes and nothing. My mother and sister could see both images any time they passed by it. “Hey there it is, oh ya and there’s the other one.” Like no big deal. As for me? Not so much. I would stare, stare as hard as I could. What even is staring as hard as you can? I’d cross my eyes, blur my vision and nothing. I had walked passed that painting for weeks. Until one day I saw it. Can I just tell you the day I saw it was like hitting the freaking lottery. I’m not exactly sure why but I felt like I had figured out an ancient code to something super relevant. I had tapped into my inner whatever and it was awesome. I could pretty much time travel at this point is what I’m saying.
I kind of feel like life without Christ can be like that painting. You buy that painting thinking it’s one thing, a picture of a front facing barn in a meadow that flows out behind it, and that’s all it is. The same can be said about our lives. You become an adult knowing that you need to make something out of yourself that you and others will be proud of. That’s it. Our whole lives we think we have to be strong. We have to get control. We have to make something of ourselves. We know our life is just a front facing barn.We do whatever we can to protect that barn, tend to the meadow, kill all the weeds and grow all the flowers. Just be strong. We put on the act, we pretend like we are confident. We get things done in our own “strength” because we have to, no one else is going to do it for us. Just stay strong. We are empowered and we convince ourselves that if we try hard enough, do good enough, are disciplined enough and strong enough we will someday arrive in the presence of the feeling of success or accomplishment, happiness and just maybe we can look back and say wow I was really really strong and I’m really really happy.
And then Christ comes in and quietly says that true happiness is in what He has done for us, not what we can do for ourselves. He asks if you see that the painting is actually the back of the barn, not the front. And the meadow flows out in front of it, not to the back. You stare for a moment, thinking this guy is insane. He has no idea what I have done to build this life and to accomplish what I have accomplished. But you stare. You stare as hard as you can. Weeks maybe months go by and you don’t see what He sees. Until one day, you see it. You see that the painting really is what He said it was. You were not seeing it clearly this whole time. And in that moment every single thing changes. Your perspective of your own life all of a sudden is rocked to the core. You see that even on your best day, your efforts don’t measure up to the sacrifice He made for you to have eternal relationship with Him. You see that it is not about how hard you work or how long you stare, but it is about the work He did so that we don’t have to measure up any more.
Having a perspective that His strength is made perfect in our weakness, is life changing. It is backwards thinking. It is freedom.
Today’s prayer challenge
Write out something you are trying to control. It could be controlling the outcome of a situation. Maybe it is trying to control the way someone will respond. Maybe you are trying to protect someone from experiencing pain. Or trying to control someone else’s behavior. Take a few minutes to really think about it, and then write out this prayer next to it:
God your word says that the right time is when I am powerless. This concept is so foreign to me God. God I strive to be in control. Please change my heart to see powerlessness as a strength. God remind me that you are in control and that you are trustworthy, above all else. In Christs name, Amen.