Following The Rabbit Trail to God's Glory

When I visited Jerusalem a few years ago, the main thing I wanted to do was go to the Western Wall ("wailing wall") to pray. There were more people there than I'd expected, congregated inside the make-shift walls, praying. People had written prayers on scraps of paper to stick inside the cracks between the stones because it's the back wall of the Holy of Holies. 

I had my prayer written and ready, too, as if sticking it in between giant stones would somehow gain a greater effect than speaking directly to my Heavenly Father.

The Ark of the Covenant, with the Mercy Seat on top, was housed in the Holy of Holies. The Glory of the Lord rested on the Mercy Seat. 

When people go to pray at the wall, in a way, they're seeking to get as close to the glory of God as possible on this earth. (I'm not saying that's what they find, but what they seek.) 

This morning, there's an issue about which I need wisdom. "I need to seek God's face on this," I thought. 

In one of those very circuitous thought processes that some people call "rabbit trails," I thought of Moses speaking face to face with God, which made me think of the time he couldn't get in the tabernacle because of the glory of God, which made me think of the Holy of Holies... the Western Wall... you get the idea.

The verse from Colossians came to mind. "Christ in you, the hope of glory." (Colossians 1:27) I was reminded again that God's glory was made evident in Jesus Christ. 

If we want to experience His glory, we don't have to lean against an ancient wall or stick paper in its cracks. We need look no further than His Son.

In eternity, God's glory provides the light for heaven. That "light of the world" that's supposed to shine forth from us as believers is a little glimpse of the glory of God. When we allow God's grace to shine forth from us, we experience His glory and those on whom we shine His light do, too.

The rabbit trail I've been following this morning leads me right back to the problem with which I began... the need for wisdom, but I've encountered a bit of my answer along the way. If I want wisdom, and I do, I need to begin by looking to Christ, where I'll find both wisdom and the glory of God. 

If we need wisdom, let's be still long enough to hear from the One who spoke the world into existence. He still holds the stars in their constellations and keeps the planets spinning around the sun. He can handle whatever problem we encounter, and He has all the wisdom we need.

"Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10 

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The Fish That Did What Mere Words Could Not

A crowd of people gathered around Jesus. As they moved in to hear better, they pressed Him ever closer to the shoreline, right up to the edge of the surf. Some fishermen were there, cleaning their nets, so one of them (Simon) moved his boat back into the water to let Jesus teach the crowds. 

The fishermen stayed on the shore while He taught. There's no doubt they heard what He said, but His words didn't seize them with amazement. 

After the sermon, though, Jesus did something that rocked their world. 

"Go to the deep water and put out your nets."

Simon disagreed. "We fished all night and caught nothing. That's a waste of effort, but, if you insist..."

In the deep water, they threw out the nets and caught more fish than they thought possible. 

It was the fish that moved them. Not words. Not even the words of Jesus.  

For amazement had seized him and all his companions because of the catch of fish which they had taken; (Luke 5:9 NASB)

When words and the miraculous merged, they understood. The Word became flesh and they beheld the Father through the Son in an utterly new way. 

It changed their lives forever.

Some hearts are moved by a powerful sermon. Some hearts are moved by a friend gently sharing truth over the years.

Some hearts, however, need to see tangible evidence of Christ, whether it's a wet, stinky net-full of fish or the powerful evidence of a changed life. 

What evidence of the reality of Christ do others see in us? What evidence of the miraculous?

Today, let's pray that those around us will recognize the miraculous work of God in our lives and that it will move the to utter, life-altering amazement at the power and sovereignty of God.

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Real Love: More Than A Feeling

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It should have gone into my spam box, but it didn't. "Love is the most wonderful feeling in the world," the email from an online card company proclaimed. Of course, love is a feeling, but it's not worth much if that's all it is. 

Unfortunately, a brief review of online dictionaries prove that the world's view of love is sadly skewed toward a physical/sexual interpretation. Certainly, that's one kind of love, but the definitions I read were lacking in the intensity and commitment of real love. 

The apostle John took it much further than a momentary, physical pleasure.

"This is real love - not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins." 1 John 4:10 nlt

"Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13 niv

In one horrible act of surrender, Jesus showed us what real love looks like when He laid down His life as a sacrifice for us. That's the standard against which all claims of love should be measured.

Willing, sacrificial love for people who don't love at all is what Jesus gave.

I wouldn't have done it. I'd have let us make our choice and go straight to hell.

But God...

I say I love the world, but God really does. He loves us enough to prove it with His sacrifice.

The most important demonstration of love wasn't done with cards, candy, or flowers. It was done with the blood and nails of the cross. 

Whether we receive a tangible symbol of ardor today, or not, we can take hope that the only demonstration of love we'll ever need has already been given. 

We learned the song as children. "Jesus loves us, this I know." Our question for today is this: do we love Him?
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Mercy is More than Hitting the Like Button

James, half-brother of Jesus, is blunt in a way that cuts to my very core. They've done that again today.

"For judgment will be merciless to the one who has shown no mercy, for mercy triumphs over judgment." James 2:13 nasb

Mercy is not merely goodwill toward those who have need, but also a desire to do something about their need. Mercy is being moved about starving children in Africa AND doing something about their hunger. It's looking at a difficult situation and saying, "What can I do about this?" Mercy doesn't stop at asking. Mercy does something to help.

One touching story after another makes its way into our social media feed. I'm great at "liking" the posts, but mercy is not hitting the "heart"/love button. Mercy is action that makes a difference.  Making a donation. Offering food or shelter to those in need. Volunteering in a soup kitchen. 

Mercy is helping in a tangible way.

That's what God did for us. He saw our sin need and, in mercy, decided to do something about it. It's the reason Jesus came. For mercy and grace. He didn't give us what we deserved. Instead, He gave us what we most needed: salvation from our sin.

Our job, then, is to exhibit the same kind of mercy Jesus did. He saw our need, knew we might not want what He offered, but He gave Himself anyway. His mercy triumphed over the judgment due us.

According to James, mercy is not optional. 

Today, let's act a little more like Jesus. Let's look for a need and meet it. No whining. No patting ourselves on the back. Just do it.

"My food," Jesus said, "Is to do the will of Him who sent me..." John4:34 niv
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Why Do We Stay?

I had actually taken a screenshot of something else. When I clicked on what I thought was the png file I needed, I found the photo (above) of a page in my Bible. In the margin, beside the last part of John 6, I'd written these words:

When His teachings were hard and difficult to understand, 

many disciples withdrew and did not follow anymore.

How do I respond when the journey is hard?

Not everyone who stayed for the journey

would reach the destination...

Judas stayed to betray.

Sometimes, the life of a disciple of Christ is tough. There's sacrifice that can seem monumental, rejection that's gut-stabbing hard, sorrow that can just about drown us from the waves of grief. 

It's all outweighed by the joy of relationship and the hope of eternity, but, in the hard moment, it's not easy to remember the joy and hope.

In the middle of hard, when we're learning to persevere, it's easy to walk away. 

Embrace the world again. 

Climb out of the deep and wade into the shallow water. 

I've seen some of that lately, and it breaks my heart.

When I'm in all-out-battle spiritual warfare, I can understand the decision, but it's not a good one.  

There are moments when I'd like an easier faith. Some days, an Olsteen-style prosperity gospel looks attractive to me, but I know better. 

Jesus didn't have a place to lay his head. He had to get money from the mouth of a fish to pay his taxes. His riches were in heaven, not on earth. 

These days, that's where most of my riches are, too.

If it's hard to stay the course as a disciple, why do we do it? Judas stayed to betray. He stayed for what He could get out of his relationship to Christ. In the end, his bad decisions and skewed priorities destroyed him.

I love the edge.

The fruit is never close to the sturdy trunk of the tree. Anyone who's ever gathered figs or apples or peaches knows that. It's always on the branch, on the floppy, not-quite-secure part. If the fruit's on the edge, that's where I want to be, too.

I don't persevere because of the fruit or the adventure, though. I stay because of relationship. I crave the still, small voice of God. The One who dragged me out of my sin, metaphorically made my feet like hind's feet and set me on the high places, is so sweet to me that I can't imagine any other life now.

The miracles. I have to admit that I love the miracles. I love seeing God do the utterly impossible in a way that makes it obvious it was Him. I love it that not one week goes by when I don't stand in amazement at the outrageous orchestrations of God. I love the awe.

I don't want any other life. I've finally made it to the life I was called to live and it looks nothing like I expected. I always knew I wasn't the one who would practice medicine until I'm ninety. I'm the one who'll still be praying, believing, writing, encouraging when I'm too old to walk around. Too frail to go. 

Because you're never too old or frail to be.

I stay because the "me" I am with Christ is so much better than the "me" I was when I was on my own and in the world. I'm more loving, caring, giving, forgiving.

I stay the course as a disciple because, despite the hard, it's worth it. 

The life I live is what Watchman Nee described as the "normal Christian life". You can have it, too, but you can't have it and the world. 

There's always a choice to make, and here's another one: What will you do with the life Jesus offers? 

We're not promised tomorrow, so today is the day to make your choice, take your stand. 

Choose well, my friends. Choose Christ, because He's worth it.

"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity, to give you a future and a hope.'" Jeremiah 29:11 

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In case you missed it, here's the link to yesterday's post: The Capture Bag: When Letting Go of Hurt and Anger is Way Past Due