Midweek: It's Only Natural

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened.
~ Romans 1:20

People love to find excuses for not following Jesus.

What if there were people in a remote part of the world who have never heard of Jesus? Would God send them to hell? I could never worship a God who would do that!

First of all, God is more about giving people what they want than most people realize. You want to deny Him? He will accept that and reciprocate. You want Him to leave you to your sin? He will give you over to it and its consequences. The consequences include the judgment of a just God who punishes sin with precisely what it deserves --eternal judgment. Today's Western society poo-poos "little sins" like lying or lusting or gossip or the thievery that occurs at all of those self-checkouts across the country. (Yes, I agree large corporations are getting precisely what they deserve in those cases, but I am neither judge nor executioner.) But "little sins" are only downplayed in our language ("white" lies, "pinching" a piece of candy, spilling the "tea") and our assessment because none of us wants to face our guilt; none of us wants to admit these offenses against a perfectly just and holy God are deserving of His wrath. We are born into sin, but God's mercy, God's benevolence, the death of Jesus on our behalf is the only means adequate to save us from that wrath. God's mercy is His not giving us what we deserve, that which we have earned on our own behalf; that which we, by lives lived unto ourselves, wanted.

Second, have you ever thought about the reason we call Nature "nature"? Because it is a direct reflection of the nature of its Creator. To call someone or something "natural" means they exhibit/it exhibits the essence of its creator or founder. To be a "natural born swimmer" or "natural born architect" means that your skill comes as though it was part of your nature from birth, a reflection of perfectionism in said skill endowed without your input or effort. The "natural man" was once created consistent with God's design in His image. It was, at the Fall, corrupted by sin. John Donne, 17th century poet and cleric describes it: O miserable condition of man! which was not imprinted by God, who, as he is immortal himself, had put a coal, a beam of immortality into us, which we might have blown into a flame, but blew it out by our first sin; we beggared ourselves by hearkening after false riches, and infatuated ourselves by hearkening after false knowledge. We, the prideful, the intellectual, the autonomous man, rejected that which we were given --the potential for greatness and fullness of joy found in walking with our Creator. We chose that which destroyed our potential and corrupted our nature, the nature that so beautifully reflected our Creator. And yet, it was our Creator who offered holy blood on our behalf. It is upon that sacrifice and victory over death we choose to stand. Or, we are free to reject it, to rail with entitlement against submitting our lives to anyone, to pass judgment upon a perfect and sovereign God for His divine justice, and to deny His very nature in the world around us. Will you choose to believe the evidence, or will you stand before Him without excuse?

In the Wind

This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel:

‘Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,’

Says the Lord of hosts.

~ Zechariah 4:6

Years ago, we hired an attorney to handle a matter that was not only emotionally charged but seemed to be a serious injustice. We believed the agencies who were, at the time, handling the situation were not only irresponsible but incompetent. (Turns out they were disingenuous as well.) Add to that the uncertainty of a pandemic... Those were crazy times. I wasn't thrilled at the idea of involving an attorney, but the alternative seemed unthinkable. We prayed, my husband and I talked at length, we solicited the advice of many others, and every day we looked into the faces of those who were counting on us to advocate for them. We wrote the check. In the days after, I tried to provide our employee --for that is indeed the position of someone to whom one pays a sizeable retainer --with as much information as I could, and some of it was HUGELY supportive of our case. Our confidence skyrocketed. 

We received a notice from the court: our hearing was in six days. Shouldn't our advocate have known this? But there was a pandemic; everything was a little wonky. I immediately emailed our representative. A full twenty-four hours later, we'd still not received a response; I called. The attorney will call you tomorrow. The following day, Friday, at 5:30 PM, I got an answer when I again reached out. The voice at the other end said I'd get a call the following day --promised I'd get a call the following day! Saturday? I was right to doubt. In fact, no call Saturday, no response on Sunday to the not-so-nice message I'd left late Saturday, and by Monday morning, minutes before the hearing was taking place by phone, I received an email asking what time the hearing was to begin. Livid and panicking, I responded, but ultimately found myself speaking to a judge with my representation in the wind. The conclusion was as we feared and not as we'd hoped. Several phone calls and emails after that, and our employee placed the outcome, the confusion, and the entire debacle squarely on my shoulders. I could have been incensed, I could have turned around and taken legal action against our attorney, but the grief I felt at the initial situation and the conviction I experienced over having not trusted God, outweighed any fury I had over being defrauded.

Fast forward to April of this year, and we are facing another hurdle. God, in His infinite grace (and with what I believe to be an incredible sense of humor), provided us with a poignant reminder, a letter, from our former attorney:

Dear Judi,

This letter is to confirm that my representation of you in the above-referenced matter has ended.

I want to take this opportunity to thank you for allowing me the opportunity to represent you.

... It has been a pleasure, and I hope you will allow me the privilege of representing you again in the future should the need ever arise.

Regards,

Crazy, right? Did it stir up old feelings of animosity? Did it make me want to march over to the address on the letterhead? For about half a minute. Then I heard the Spirit's voice: Not by might, nor by power. Grace had timed that letter most perfectly. Grace had carried us through that hard season and into the next. Grace has worked all things out better than a victory in court could have ever accomplished. Grace is savage and strong and gentle and loud and sometimes painful in order to make us into people who trust firmly in the Spirit whose might and power are matchless, who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we ask or imagine. 

This newest hurdle is well within God's purview. He has been gracious enough to give us glimpses of His authority and His will. There is no power or might on earth that can achieve all He can achieve. In our time of crisis, we were better for His design, to depend fully on His Spirit, and to leave human might and power in the wind. 

What Good Is a Memory?

"The Forgotten Battle", he said. "Remember that title."

"I'm putting it in my phone."

"We can watch it tomorrow." He countered with a tone that said, "No need for that, just remember it."

Now, I'm not saying we are getting older, but he gets halfway to the kitchen and can't remember why he's going there; I start a sentence and one small interruption, distracts me from what I was saying. We're human; our faculties glitch and wear. If only we could purchase a few more terabytes of storage. 

Then there are those things we prioritize of our own volition. Does my brain need to retain last week's shopping list? No. DELETED! Do I need to recall the phone number of my childhood home? No. DELETED! Do I need to remember the names of our grandchildren? Ab-so-lutely! STORED INDEFINITELY! 💕 Those are some pretty obvious choices --at least, for the grandmothers among us. But how often do we mess that up? How often do we wrongly prioritize or fail to see the value of something. Not long ago, I ripped up a reimbursement check. It was stuck to the back of some junk mail. If you've ever tried to get someone, particularly a large entity, to reissue a check, you know what a fiasco that can be. Obviously, I knew the value, I just wasn't paying attention; I wasn't looking for something of value among the clutter of things addressed to "RESIDENT." 

Scripture tells us there is nothing new under the sun. God's people, Israel had a memory glitch as well. Psalm 106 tells us again and again, "They forgot." Verse 7 in The Complete Jewish Bible says, they "failed to grasp the meaning of your wonders." Their human system of purging and retaining what was important was flawed. They didn't understand the significance and therefore, filed God's wonders under "Low Priority." When their judgment wasn't flawed, it was outright rebellious. Verses 13 & 14:

They soon forgot His works;
They did not wait for His counsel,
But lusted exceedingly in the wilderness,
And tested God in the desert.

The word translated "forgot" also means to ignore, to cease to care. This was not a case of aging equipment: they didn't even try. No putting it in their phones or tying strings around their finger or retelling of it to younger generations. And as a result, they fell away, followed their feelings, envied, crafted their own idols, griped, sacrificed their children, and suffered God's wrath. 

What good is a memory? The Bible is chock full of memories from cover to cover! The history of the past becomes the wise counsel of today. Memory holds us firmly in place when the storms of life come. What has God said? What has God done? Memory keeps us on our knees in reverence and brokenness as we recall who God has revealed Himself to be. Memory bathes our spirits in comfort and assurance when the way is grievous. Memory boosts our stamina when the way seems long. And it is my earnest prayer that when I am old(er) and gray(er), though my mind may crumble and memories fly like dust to the wind, though I may recall nothing else, what is indelibly imprinted on my soul is God's purest hesed for me and my unwavering devotion to Him.  

    

Midweek: On Great Waters

Those who go down to the sea in ships,
Who do business on great waters,
They see the works of the Lord,
And His wonders in the deep.

~ Psalm 103:23, 24

The privilege to see --perhaps even, the ability to see my Savior at work, comes with being in peril.

Does that sound radical to you? a little crazy? It might just be but read The Beatitudes some time. They turn the customs and tenets of this world completely on their head. Likewise, the truth that trouble when placed in the hand of a faithful and sovereign Deliverer is a blessing, a gift, a privilege.

How can we see the Great Physician at work if we or our loved ones are never ill? How can we learn to pray mighty prayers if we are given no reason to do so? How do we learn to be grateful in every circumstance if, in every situation we encounter, gratitude is a natural reaction? How do we see the depth of God's provision if we believe our sustenance comes from any other source? How does our faith increase if we never experience the unknown? How do we learn to suffer well if we never suffer at all? How do we grieve with hope if we never have cause to grieve?

We endure these things --not as victims, for we are more than conquerors! And as we endure, we are witnesses. We see firsthand what others throughout history --biblical history included --have seen. We gain a front row seat to the character of God, to His power, to His will being done --despite the ugliest of circumstances --on earth as it is in heaven. As those who venture out onto the deep, with little to buffer us but a flesh and bone vessel which is itself wind-whipped and wave-driven, we bear witness to the perfecting activity of our Father and Creator in all exploits --terrifying and terrific --for His glory and our good.

Thanks be to God whose love can never be separated from His people!