I think I literally tilted my head back in laughter at this one.
Monthly Archives: June 2012
Last week while we were on vacation our oldest son (5 yrs.) got sick with some kind of stomach bug. I have a pretty strong constitution, so I got the privilege (yes… I did say “privilege”) of caring for him during this bout. It may sound weird, but there’s a certain part of me that enjoys it when our oldest son gets sick. Why? Because I get a lot of opportunity to talk to him about the deeper things of life. He’s a kid who doesn’t sit still or stay quiet unless he’s sleeping (and even that’s suspect), so to have him drained of energy provides time for copious story-telling and gospel-conversation.
At one point, while he was in the tub resting after an “episode”, I asked him the question, “Why is their sickness in the world?” He could have answered with something about germs or not washing his hands, but instead, he answered with what his mother and I have told him, “Because there’s sin in the world”. This provided me with another open door for proclaiming the good news of Jesus, so we went on to talk about sin’s destructive nature and how sickness reminds us that we need a Savior.
Next time your child is sick, don’t just think about the burden that comes with contagions and sanitizing every inch of your home, think about the opportunity it provides to point him/her to Jesus.
Home again, home again jiggity jaw! Is that how the expression goes? Well… anyway, I just got back from vacation last week and found that I had less free time when I was off of work and out of my routine than when I was busting out the daily grind here at home. Before we left for Florida, I had grand ambitions of sitting under an umbrella on the beach, listening to the waves as I buried my feet in the sand, and working through some of the books that I have on my summer reading list.
When we reached our destination we found that the weather was post-card perfect for hanging out on the beach all day. But the more and more I thought about it, I realized, “Oh yeah… Dude, you have kids… and their pretty small kids”. There was no way I was going to get any reading done while my young children were out there playing in the waves. I have a responsibility to keep them safe and make sure they don’t eat too much seaweed.
Then I thought about it a little bit more and realized it’s not about being a lifeguard for my kids as much as it is having a blast with them: “Brent, do you really want to stick your nose in a book when God’s creation is all around you shouting His glory and there are countless memories to be made with your children who will only be this young once?
While I was on vacation I did not read one sentence of the books that I packed (other than the Bible), but by God’s grace I prayed with my family, talked with my kids about God’s awesomeness in creation and wore myself out enjoying God’s grace with them. When I first recognized that it was going to be difficult to get any reading done on vacation, I was disappointed, but as I look back I don’t feel bad about how I spent my time because worship took place. And instead of it just being a solitary worship as I read a book on the beach that no one else was reading, it was a worship that included my family.
Today I simply want to draw your attention to an excellent resource. Kevin DeYoung is one of my preacher/writers and his church, University Reformed Church in East Lansing, Michigan, has recently created a FREE app you can use to access his sermons, blogs, and other resources. I commend it to you for your… yes… edification. Download the app for iphone or android here.
Today’s post is by Ben Whiting – a fiction writer, a devoted husband and father, a faithful member of our church, and a dear friend.
The gospel is not an appetizer. It doesn’t start the meal, whet your appetite for the main course, and then get out of the way. The gospel is the main course, and by eating it we are satisfied, energized, and matured. Here are three benefits of meditating on and diving deeper into the gospel.
The Gospel Inspires Worship:
Picture an evening news program. The weatherman says a storm is coming–the most powerfully decimating storm in history. That storm is God’s wrath toward sinners–every one of us. But, one of the news anchors interrupts, there is good news: a bomb shelter downtown that will stand against the storm. There is room for the whole town. Unfortunately, you are paralyzed from the neck down and cannot even change the channel to ignore this discussion of the epic storm. But the man who built the shelter knows your name, and he fights through the swirling debris as the storm begins to hit, and he comes to your house, pulls you out, and carries you to the shelter. He leaves you in safety and goes out for another helpless soul. And another. And another. Until he himself is killed by the storm.
This story is our story, and it is magnificent and glorious because our God is magnificent and glorious. Dwelling on the gospel should enflame our hearts in worship.
The Gospel Cultivates Humility :
Didn’t the story above empower you? Didn’t it make you feel capable?
We were helpless, and–as Paul reminds us in Galatians 3–we need God’s grace just as much to be made complete as we did to be rescued. Not only that, we were wretches. We deserved to die in the storm.
The gospel reminds us that we were and are helpless and ill-deserving. The gospel brings us low, robs us of a high view of ourselves, and turns our eyes to God for help.
The Gospel Tears Down Idols :
The gospel is the power of God, not just to deliver us from damnation but to progressively release the hold that sin still has on us. The base desires that lie at the heart of our sinfulness are uprooted by truths of the gospel.
The man who worships acceptance because his father never had anything but criticism for him? That man finds God’s acceptance in the gospel and can worship God instead.
The teen who accepts abuse from others and administers it to herself? That young woman finds God’s complete forgiveness in the gospel–all of the abuse she deserved, already taken by Christ.
The woman who worships intimacy and chases after it in sex or friendship or even marriage? That woman finds God’s romance in the gospel–a king who desired her when she was undesirable, cleaned her and made her his bride.
Keep preaching the gospel to yourself. Plumb its depths. Let it heal your heart, one corner at a time. What other benefits do you find in gospel meditation? What other wounds does it address? I’d love to hear your comments.
Today’s post is by Richie Haratine – a college professor, an actor, and a dear friend. Enjoy!
As an actor, I’m paid to pretend. I tell great stories and play convincing characters in front of large numbers of people. My job is to create a being as real and convincing as any person you’d meet. If I break character while I am on stage, even for a moment, I haven’t done my job. But when I step off the stage and you and I happen to bump into each other, then you see the real and honest me….sometimes.
Truthfully, I’m a fraud most of the time. I want very badly for people to like me, particularly Christians (because you’re my brothers and sisters). I want you to be assured and encouraged and believe that, “yes, I am growing. . .Christ is enough!. . .that God is sovereign!” and that those truths shape me. And they do shape me. . .sometimes. But other times, I’m lying straight through my smiling face. And it hurts holding that smile for so long.
So, obedience. Now, I can show a long list of obedient behavior (and I’m sure you could, too), which, strangely enough, feels like yet another performance. But if only you could see the tug of war that was happening on the inside. Obeying so I can prove to myself what a determined and spiritual hulk I am. Obeying so others will think well of me, so others will see and tell their friends what a good obedient Christian I am, and worst of all, attempting to obey to make sure God is happy with me. Of course, He’s already happy with me in Christ. Duh. So why do I fake it?
Obedience is a very big and important word for Christians. I’ve been down the road of “just do it”, don’t let your “feelings” rule you or dictate your behavior, and let God’s law guide you. Obedience to God’s law is critical, no debate there. But let’s consider some of the ramifications of being really obedient. . .how ‘bout those Pharisees? Proud, arrogant and self assured. They were so wonderfully obedient, and, boy, did they know it. The only reason I mention this is because it appears to me that obedience doesn’t eliminate sin. Obedience can say, “hey, look at me!” It can impress others or fool others. But look, God didn’t give us a list of rules to see who could follow them the best. A trained monkey can obey a list.
Here’s the rub. . .the moment after you have done this act of obedience. . .check and see, where does your heart go? Me, I’m either a little stoic about it like “oh no, it’s just my duty, God calls me to live like this…so onward! Let’s march!” Or I get a little proud and start to look around and notice that others could really take my advice on how to be more obedient and holy. It’s one or the other for me.
But there’s a third response. Gratitude. Just gratitude. When I came to Christ, I did nothing, it was all Him. I brought my sin, and only my sin. And today, when I obey God, rightly, with a heart of joy, not just biting my lip and gritting it out, that, too, is God. When I am able to love people, think of others first, be patient, avoid an old habit, refrain from sin, I am amazed. . .because that most certainly is not me. The real me is lazy, tired, riddled with idols, anxious, impatient, loud…and I love my habits, and frankly, I love to sin. And you do too. It’s our fallen nature. The only thing that’s changed is now God is living in us. So when we find ourselves spontaneously and joyfully obeying God’s law, let’s not pat ourselves on the back or act like it’s just our duty. . .but let’s praise God, because he did it, not us.
Quick caveat: I’m not suggesting you disregard obedience to God’s law. That’s crazy. Instead I’m praying that the desires and motivations to obey would be valued more highly. May we all say, without faking it, “not my will, but yours be done.” Luke 22:42