The head and the heart

Invest.

That's the word.  Or the concept.  That's the idea.  Or the abstraction.  That's the reality.

How do I do it?

"Invest."  That demands effort.  That demands action.  That demands....surrender. (?)

One of these things is not like the other.

Oh, that the distance between my head and my heart was shorter.  That is what I found myself asking God to do in me yesterday.  I didn't quite know where it came from, but now it has become slightly clearer to me, though God is still slowly revealing it to me in His time.

The fact that I'm writing this might be ironic.  You will see why soon.  Just trust me.

My head knows the stuff.  I mean, it doesn't know all of it or even most of it.  But I know how to recite all the books of the Bible and I know the latest (yet not too mainstream) Christian songs and I know about Jesus and His character and His faithfulness.  I know how He loves me unconditionally and I know how He forgives me.  I know the power of the gospel and the truth that by His death and resurrection, I am set free.  I know how He wants to know me.  I know how He desires justice and the manifestation of His glory to be a reality for all people and through all nations, tribes, and tongues.  I know I have been called to share His good news to all the lost.  I know nothing else can satisfy me like He can.  I know these things.  I know that intimacy is important.  I know community is something God beautifully designed to call us up to Him and to help us (though it is not a substitute for God alone).  I know that I need to dive deep into His word, to call upon His name, to heed to His Holy Spirit and to allow it to take over me.  I know I am to feed the hungry, love the orphans, care for the widows.  I know that I have to die daily.  I know I must be humble.  I know that I am not my own.  I know that I need His presence, His power, His love.  I know these things.  In my head.

But lately, God has wrecked me.  He has said to me, "Child, this is not what your heart looks like."  Because if my heart knew these things, I would be moving.  I would be investing.

Truth be told, I love to read about these things, to write about these things, to meditate and ponder over these things.  I like to worship God through poetry and I am quick to sing a song to God or speak a truth to someone.  I like to analyze things, spiritual things.  I like to talk to God.  I like to talk to people.  I like to proclaim radical things that I believe His love calls us to do, or not to do.  I could talk about Jesus all day, about what it means to follow Him, to give up worldly comfort, to break down structures, to stare deep into His eyes, Oh I love to talk of how this is true!  How His Spirit speaks to us, how He comes to us with fire and a mighty rushing wind, how His power is still alive and active.  How He can heal.  How He can repair us, His sons and daughters.  I love to talk about how prayer works, how the Holy Spirit falls over us like a blanket in the sky, how God reveals Himself to us in magnificent, exciting ways.  I could talk to you about signs and wonders.  How people can come to the faith when His followers are made bold, when they give up everything and go, no matter where or when or for how long.  I would talk to you about how God can change even the hardest heart, can make even the dirtiest sinners righteous, how even depression and darkness flee at His light, how the enemy is crushed and how in even in the most hopeless circumstances, there is hope.

I could talk about that all my days.

I could read about that every morning.

I could sing about that each of my evenings.

I could write about that until my time comes to an end.

And I do.

And I will.

And it is not bad to do those things, oh no!  It is a beautiful gift indeed, sent straight from the Father to glorify Himself.  We talk about Him to make Him more known.  We read about Him to learn of His truths and His love so that we may spread them across the nations.  We sing about them as a way of exalting Him who is the Most High, Him who has the power to save the peoples of the world.  We write about Him so that others may be blessed by reading about what God is doing in our lives, what mysteries He has revealed to us about Himself.  His ability to glorify Himself in whatever passion it is He creates in us is absolutely incredible.  It is talented.  It is unheard of.  It is Jesus.

So, all these things I say I know, which, by the way, when I use the phrase "I know," there is a bit of self-criticism in that I think I know more than I actually do, all these things are in my head.  I meditate on them.  I think about them.  I am even adament, fired up about them at times.

But oh, if the distance from my head to my heart was shorter...

When I prayed that, I asked God, how?  It seems an impossible feat, a challenge to the flesh, but I do believe that is what God is working in me right now.

If the distance from my head to my heart was shorter, I would be moved.  I would act.  These truths that I know in my head would so compel me, so wreck me.  The pondering would become the acting.  I would go when He says go and I would go with every bit energy and focus and determination that I know He has placed within me.  I would hold fast to the promise that He has gone before me, that He will keep me strong and blameless to the end.  All the questions, doubts, and fears would have no place in me because I would be so overwhelmed, so full of His love, bursting at my every seam, having His love seep out of the pores of my skin.  I wouldn't second guess my God.  I would trust Him with a trust that is beyond myself.  I would love harder than I have ever loved, a love that is completely unselfish, a love that requires my time, my resources, my undivided attention and my unremitting passion.  I would speak boldly the word of God in the darkest, scariest places.  I would first go to the darkest, scariest places.  I would stop talking about it and start living it.

That's what I would do.

So, what does that mean for me now?  It means investing.  It means surrendering.

This definition of the word invest...is eerily representative of what the word has been meaning to me:

Devote (one's time, effort, or energy) to a particular undertaking with the expectation of a worthwhile result.

The word invest convicts me with its prefix- in.  You can't invest in something while standing on the outside of it.  You have to be in it, right in the middle of it.  Just as Jesus invested in us and entered into our sin and exploded it into a million pieces never to be seen again, so we must invest with that sort of ultimatum--eternity.

Our sin was crushed for eternity.

His love will save for eternity.

For eternity.

As in, forever.

But also as in, for your eternity. Dwelling with Him for the rest of your days. For your eternity. His love will save for eternity.

Sweet, sweet.

And this word does not imply a flakey, one-and-done deal.  This is an investment.  This is something that will require serious and real commitment with the expectation of a serious and REAL outcome.

God used a silly (though some would beg otherwise) modern-day popularity to teach me this whole new lesson, to reveal to me these things about myself.  He used college basketball.

"You're taking stats," He says.  Taking stats.  That means instead of being on the court, in the middle of all the action, I am on the sidelines.  So close, but I won't go inside the white lines.  I can see the game going on, as a matter of fact I must watch it intently.  I know all about the players, I know their weak spots, their strengths.  I know all about the Coach, I work closely alongside Him.  I know about the other team, I have studied them and learned of their tricky ways of playing.  I am knowledgeable of the game, but I'm not playing it.  I'm taking stats.

Invest.  I want to be in this thing.  Surrender.  That is where this starts.  Surrendering my head to believe even more the things that go against my earthly way of thinking, even the most radical truths.  Surrendering my heart to believe the things my head knows--or even the things my brain cannot comprehend.

In order to invest, I must surrender.

In order to experience healing, I must go into to the lives of the sick.

In order to experience people found, I must go into the lives of the lost.

In order to experience broken hearts repaired, I must go into the lives of the brokenhearted.

In order to experience hope, I must go into the lives of the hopeless.

In order to experience life, I must go into the lives of the dead.

In order to experience love, I must go into the lives of the hated.

In order to experience His glory, He must come into the life of this sinner.

At first I used the word "see" in the above set of phrases.  But then I changed it to "experience."

Because even people on the sideline can see it.

I want to live it.

I want to be covered in it.

I want to be right in the middle of it.

His glory.

May He throw my clipboard out the window.

I'm in the game, now.

LMB

A poem

I wrote this poem a few weeks ago but really take no credit for it whatsoever.  He saved me.

I plan on writing an analysis of it (complete with scripture references) in the near future.

Be blessed.

Glass Box

9/22/12

Trapped in this glass box

I see out, I see down

I mean I see all around

Where the walls meet the ground

And I can even see up

But it’s rough

‘Cause I’m stuck

Left wondering how

I got placed in this rut

And I can’t seem to find

My way out of this maze

It’s all haze

The light fades

I want out but I stay

And I know I’m so close

To the air I need most

To get out of this place

It’s like I’m running this race

Of stagnation, no pace

And each move that I make

It’s like another’s erased

No step, no stroke

And this room fills with smoke

It’s in my lungs and I choke

It consumes every note

Of my screams as I fall

I am dead on the ground

You can hear the loud sound

Yes it echoes around

But no walls have crashed down

Who can save me?

Trapped in this glass box

They see in, they see down

I mean they see all around

They see me lying on the ground

But they have places to be

They’re not free

To help me

I’m just a person they see

Some stretch out their hands

As they pass like wind

But their hands hit the wall

Not one touches my skin

I can’t feel

Is this real?

I am numb but I still

Know this bitter cold metal

Like a January chill

Around my wrists and my feet

Leave me bruised, leave me beat

I am chained to defeat

I am tired, I am weak

I am yoked

I am slave

It’s all hopeless and grave

I can’t be brave

I can’t stand straight

I can’t look up

To see anyone’s face

It’s dark in there

The smoke is now thick

And I’m sick

And I’m scarred

And my skin is all charred

And my bones are all crushed

But no ambulance rushed

I’m just ashes and dust

I’m just crumbs, I’m just rust

Is my heart beating still?

Am I left there to die?

Could I still be alive?

Who can save me?

Trapped in this glass box

He sees up

He sees down

Yes He sees all around

He sees me lying on the ground

He seems far away now

But He’s coming my way

And this Man knows my name

Sees my agony, my pain

All my hurt and my shame

So He goes through the same

Right there on the street

He is mocked, He is beat

‘Cause He’s running for me

But the crowd likes my scene

The world wants me to die

Yes they cloud up the sky

But He wants me to live

And see blue.

Who is this?

Himself to give

My soul to take

Sacrifice to make

Why am I one

That He would chase after

And fight through seas of roaring laughter

Waves of slave masters

That build for disaster

Storms of oppression

Try to write the next chapter

My box floats in this ocean

I am tossed left and right

But He’s still in my sight

Coming swift and with might

Shackled still to the floor

But now my eyes see

What is in front of me

What I need.

The smoke clears up

With every step that He takes

So I wait

And I watch

Still bound and in chains

Yes, I stare now, amazed

He is racing toward me

Is this what I see?

He’s coming

He’s coming

So furiously

No, He can’t be stopped

He wants to get to this box

If it means He must die

So He does.

He waves His sword all around

But this sword is a tree

And with scarred hands

He swings

And my enemies flee

He pushes through every force

Every liquid, solid, gas

No He doesn't just pass

He stares straight through the glass

And He sees His beloved

Lying broken and weak

I seek

Something.

Anything.

And then our eyes meet

Can He save me?

Trapped in this glass box

No I’m trapped in Your love

Because You come

And You enter

And You blow this place up

And now the smoke is dissolved

And the walls they explode

As the glass shatters ‘round

And the Sun is exposed

Yes the ceiling is gone

I can see to the blue

It’s all new

But it’s true

And it’s all full of You

The chains fall off my limbs

As You stretch out Your hand

You bring me to my feet

So that now I can stand

Yes my body is healed

And my spirit’s revived

Just Your touch on my skin

And now I’m alive

I am loved.  I am loved.

I never thought it was true

I’m in love!  I’m in love!

And it has to be You

From hopeless to hope

From smoke to air

With Your breath in my lungs

I no longer despair

Now You’re not just a figure

I can only just see

You came into my mess

And You came into me

Like these walls I explode

Yes now I run free

But as I go ‘round this street

Oh the sight that I see

Ten thousand glass boxes

Set all around me

With lifeless bodies

And smoke-filled rooms

Eyes that can’t see the blue

So then what do I do

I cry out to You

Who can save them?

You say it’s for freedom that I am set free

You say open your eyes

You say now I can see

You say I can speak

You say I can run

You say there’s a fight

That’s already been won

I remember that sword

I remember that tree

I remember those walls

As they crashed around me

I remember that box

Before I met You

I remember that darkness

And that smokey room

But now I know life

All because I know You

Because You raced

And You chased

And You even erased

All my fear and my shame

And my hurt and my pain

And You lifted me up

Right off of that floor

And You told me there’s more

This proclaim to the poor

All the good news you've seen

Of the strife that I bore

That glass that was shattered

That promise I gave

That love that I have

Is the one that will save

You said take this and run

And bind up broken hearts

Repair daughters and sons

Take this light to the dark

So now I must go

I must set captives free

And do for Your people

What You've done for me

You saved me.

Bones, pt. 2

The other day I got woken up by a strange man in my room.  This is not a dream, nor is it just a clever ploy to keep you reading.  This really happened.

In my dorm room, one of our lights was out, so my roommate sent in a maintenance order to get it fixed.  We didn't know when maintenance would come, but we figured we probably wouldn't be there.  Well, I was there.

I was asleep and heard a knock on the door so I jumped out of bed and there he was.  He was there to fix the light.  It was awkward and embarrassing and the kind little man with only the best intentions written all over his face said, "Did I wake you up?!"  And of course I said no.

So he woke me up to fix the light.  And now I can see just a little bit clearer.  It's just a little bit brighter in here.

But he had to wake me up.  Or he couldn't get in.

I hardly ever use little analogies from my own life, but this one is just too good for the concept that God has been teaching me not to use.  And it's been stuck in my head ever since it happened.  This really happened.  God's got jokes.

Now, analogies to describe spiritual things can never do justice, they can never really perfectly convey the mighty works of such an eloquent and creative Writer.  And I am not claiming that this one does.  But just think about it.

Too often, we don't want to wake up.  We just want to stay in our comfortable place.  We want breakfast in bed.  We want to watch the cars pass by from the window in our 3rd story rooms.  But we never want to go down the stairs.  We never want to throw back the covers.

Well, scrambled eggs can't make themselves.

Our lights may be broken.  Our vision may be just a little fuzzy; it may be focused on something else.  We may be missing something that cannot be seen, something waiting for us in the corner of the room where the light doesn't quite reach.  We can't see it because our light is broken.  But we don't want to get up.  So we may never know it's there.

We just wait for the light to be fixed.  It will just "happen" to us, right?  We don't have to make an effort to meet people or to fix something in our hearts because it is just a phase and it will pass, right?  We'll be with the right person one day, right?  We'll be in the right town sometime, right?  Or in the right major, or at the right church.  This will all work itself out.  It will just happen, we think.  So we don't even try.  We just sit in our beds, hoping for that middle lightbulb in the center of our ceiling to get fixed by itself.

We need Jesus.

We desperately need Jesus to wake us up.  And sometimes we even ask Him.  Sometimes we even say, "God just wake me up!  Wake me up for what you want me to see!"  But we really have no intentions whatsoever to wake up.  Because it's going to be awkward and embarrassing if He wakes us up because we just look so rough when we first get up.  What, with our hair everywhere and our eyelids oozing and our faces scrunched up.  Or we don't want to wake up because it's cold outside or it's raining or we just don't feel like it.  So we sit.  Our bodies ache for something more, our muscles long to be exercised or even just stretched.  Our bones are dry and we sit.

Bones.

How does this tie in?  I'm not sure.  I think the concept of bones signifies depth.  Bones represent this organic, natural state of vulnerability, of openness, of the very essence that holds our bodies together.  When we ask Jesus to be in our bones, it's like we are telling Jesus that we want to go further than skin deep.  We want more.

And Jesus doesn't need us to tell Him that.  He does it anyway!  He came into our bones the day they crushed His.  He flooded our bodies the day they broke His.  The day we broke His.

He fills us!  Oh, He fills us!  He only wakes us up because He has so much for our eyes to see.  And by so much I mean Him.  He wants us to see Him, His beautiful face and everything that comes from His hand.  His creations, His goodness, His glory.  He just wants that for us because He loves us.  He doesn't want to talk to a sleeping version of us, one that cannot make replies, one that can't laugh or cry even or do anything more than just show off our skin as we sleep.  Because that's all that we offer Him.  Our skin.  Jesus just wants to know us.  He just wants to look into our eyes.  He just wants to fix the light so we can see a little better.  So we can see eternity with Him.

But we have to let Him in.
We have to let Him in when He knocks.

God is a rebuilder.  He restores things and makes them better, new creations, even.  But how can God be a rebuilder and a restorer if there is nothing to rebuild?  How can God rebuild if He doesn't wreck, first?

Wrecking scares us.

But God is a wrecker.  He wrecks every preconception we ever had about life and love and motivation and purpose and direction.  He wrecks our hearts, our souls.  It hurts, but He has to do it.

Where God's perfect love is, there can be no fear, so He wrecks it.
Where God's spirit is, there can be no oppression, so He wrecks it.
Where God's holiness is, there can be no impurity, so He wrecks it.
Where God's grace is, there can be no guilt, so He wrecks it.
Where God's inheritance is, there can be no identity crisis, so He wrecks it.
Where God's Son is, there can be no sin, so He wrecks it.  And He wrecks it forever.

And He rebuilds.  He begins this construction of this beautiful, beautiful new creation.  Reading Isaiah, a wonderful depiction of wreckage and rebuilding, I found myself on the edge of my seat saying, "Is He going to rebuild Israel!?  Is He going to rebuild the land!?  Surely He isn't going to leave it in ruins!"

"Behold, the Lord has proclaimed to the end of the earth: Say to the daughter of Zion, 'Behold, your salvation comes; behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him.' And they shall be called The Holy People, The Redeemed of the Lord;and you shall be called Sought Out, A City Not Forsaken." -Isaiah 64:11-12

Not forsaken.  Not barren.  

Sought out.  Redeemed.

God cannot build onto you a grand palace where there lies a dozen rickety shacks.  The Constructor cannot build without first demolishing.  There has to be space.  There has to be space for Him to build.  So everything that is there to begin with, must be destroyed.

Put off your old self.

And let Him renew your mind.

So, by saying, "I trust Jesus.  I want Jesus."  We cannot just add Him onto all the other junk in our lives. Jesus comes into that junk and He wrecks it.  He comes into our dirty hearts and He cleanses them.  He is not the powder we brush over our blemishes.  He removes them.  He doesn't just cover them up, He takes them away.  To have Jesus, we must let Him have us too.  All of us.

Jesus wants to fix our light, even if it means waking us up.

Jesus wants to make us beautiful, even if it means bringing out the wrecking ball.

Jesus wants to enter our bones, even if it means tearing back our skin.

Let Him in.

"Love be in my bones, love shake down my walls..."

LMB

Bones, pt. 1

Summer is over and I got to experience one of the greatest adventures of my life so far.  The thing I prepared for and prayed for and got excited for and nervous for and so many other emotions and preparations were made all for this one thing that happened.  And now it is over.

But I refuse to write a post "closing out" what I learned this summer because in a lot of ways, this summer started so many things, not ended them.  A lot of things that I learned this summer I will keep with me for the rest of my life as God builds onto them, refines them, and even further reveals them to me in new and exciting ways.  A lot of the people I met I have just started forming relationships with, so despite the fact that we are in separate places and we "had a good run," the run is not over, my friends.  Oh, no.  The depths of the purposes of this summer are beginning to dig into my life.  A faith that is not persistent over time is not a real faith.  A faith that comes in stages will leave you with a million lessons left on a shelf, screaming to be used in the next "stage" while you are fumbling in the dark, looking for the same help you have shoved in the corner.

The door to a season may close, I guess.  But it never really locks.

"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6

Closing off Summer 2012 as a summer that was well worth the while but over and done is like slamming shut the cover of a book and moving on to the next edition, completely forgetting what happened in the book before, leaving it and all of its words and truths and lessons and chapters to collect dust and cobwebs.  Now that's just silly.

Yes, we move on.  But we carry with us lessons and truths we have learned.  We follow up with the people we have met.  So, I'm going to do just that.  For the rest of my life.

Now that that's out of the way...

Reality.  Not just any reality, a different type.  One that is past the reality of just going to church or just going to bible study or even praying pretty prayers, the kind you rehearse before it gets to you in the circle because it has to sound just right.  Oh, no.  Beyond that.  This is the reality of our God.  An active, living, powerful God who interferes with our lives and speaks to us on a daily basis.  I don't mean speaks to us on a surface level, I'm talking about words that pierce us deep to our inner core and make us feel.

Feeling God.  What a controversial issue in Christian culture today.  There is a difference between an emotional Christian high and an emotional response to the love evoked by the One who has captivated our hearts.  So often we try to either:  

1. Avoid the emotional experience by living a life of studying the bible every morning with a cup of coffee and a notepad to jot down new facts about God or Jerusalem or the ancient customs of Israelites or the many trials of Paul and the trinity and whatever else that is solid and good and so applicable to our lives and these things connect to us, they make us ponder and wonder and make us so interested.  And then that's it.  That's enough.  We read about it and study it and know it and like it even, but that's all.

2. Feed off of the emotion and completely miss the God of it all.  We stimulate tears with sad music or think we have to cry or fall on the ground or lift our hands or come down to the alter call and pray "the prayer" because we feel so emotional.  And then we leave the dim lit room and love Jesus for a week and then it's all over and we go through this turmoil of why we can't "feel" God.  It's because we felt human-produced emotion, not the spirit-produced presence of God.  We just want to feel something.

Well, look.  I'm not an expert at this.  What I have learned in my life is that there is emotion involved in loving Jesus.  It's love.  We don't worship that emotion or that feeling.  We worship a God who loves us for all of our faults and shortcomings and quirks and that, my friends, produces love in our hearts.  It produces an active, living, excited love in our hearts for Jesus.  One that can be recognized both internally and externally.

One of my favorite lyrics from John Mark McMillan:

"Like fools in love, we're bound to make a scene..."

And yet we don't speak up about Him.  We talk about Him and read about Him and sing about Him, but when the hard truths come up about the reality of who He is and how His power is in us to use and how He can save even the furthest soul and how He can heal every disease and how He is in every part of our lives and deserves every bit of our surrender, we shrivel.  Yes, when we think about that God, that uncomfortable, interfering God--we stop in our tracks.  We have reached the threshold of "just enough" Jesus.  Just enough Jesus to get by.  So we think.

We don't believe He can speak through us so we don't speak.

We don't believe He can write through us so we don't write.

We don't believe He can speak directly to us so we don't listen.

We don't believe He can reveal to us things we do not know, so we don't ask.

We don't believe we can actually feel His presence so we don't even try.

He says believe.

We don't even try to feel His love.

We don't look for His face everyday.

We just know about Him.

We don't know Him.

This is what He says:

I am your reality.  I am real.  I am active and living and I am here to love you and make you feel loved.  Don't forget the reality of who I am.  Don't forget the reality of a life spent with me.  Right in front of your face, living inside of you.  Yes, you live in another realm, you live in a world with an open heaven right above you, with all the power you could ever ask for available to you.  I want you to have it.  I am the well that never will run dry.  I want to talk to you, I want you to hear my voice.  I want you to feel me at your very core, in the marrow of your dry bones--Yes, I want them to come to life.  Don't look past who I am.  Don't look past what I can do.  I'm not just something you sing about or read about or talk about.  I'm right here.  I'm in everything you see.  I'm everywhere you go.  I'm a reality.  I'm real.

We are not just readers, no.  We are characters in this story.  We are not just on the outside looking in.  We are in.  We are here.  We are a part of all this.  This beauty.  This reality.

Live in expectation.  Expect Him.  

Earth's crammed with heaven,

And every common bush afire with God;

But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,

The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,

And daub their natural faces unaware.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Lee

Surrender yourself and say, I believe that You are here.  I believe that You can speak to me and I don't care what it is I have to say because all I want to hear is what you have to say.  That's how you hear Him.  You say I don't care what I want to do because all I want to do is what you want me to do.  That's how you feel Him.

He consumes you, your thoughts, your desires, your passions, your every move.
You and Him are one.

The bible does not just say "Study and know about."  It says "Taste and see." (Psalm 34:8)

Taste it.  Taste the sweetness.

My prayer is that God would become more to you than just a powder.  He is not just something you brush onto your skin when you want to look pretty or feel pretty.  He isn't washed away by the strongest rush of water or blown away by the heaviest gust of wind and even the biggest tear could not leave a single track on your face.  No, there is no record of defeat where Jesus is.  His presence is a strong presence.  He is embedded deep into your very bones.  He is in the blood in your veins.  He is deep, deep down to the core of your being, of your soul, of the very essence of who you are.  Every day.  Under every circumstance.  He is in you. He is in everything.

This is a reality.

LMB

10 tips for growing in your faith while at home this summer

This post is definitely of a different style than most of my other ones, but you will see shortly why I am writing this and how it came about.  This post is mostly directed at Christians who have just finished their first year in college and are now back home for the summer (or any other year in college and are back home for the summer), but do NOT stop reading if you do not fall into these categories.  I mean, I guess you could but a lot of this stuff could definitely apply to you.

Now, I try to steer clear of "10 ways to [fill in the blank]" type articles for the most part, not that they are all bad--there are some really good ones out there!  I do believe that God does in fact teach people different things in different ways from different angles, so once you set out to check off numbers 1-10 on your way to a better relationship with God, you are contriving God to a list, putting Him in a box, and stifling His Spirit.  When these 10 or 12 or 50 or how ever many things reach at the root of the Christian faith--the Gospel--then read on, test it (1 Thess. 5:21), and decide for yourself if this is indeed applicable to your journey.

This post is about how to handle going home after growing in your faith in college.  The other day I was meditating over last summer and how incredibly wonderful it was.  Did I go on a cruise?  Did I feed starving kids in Africa?  Did I take summer classes and hang out with my friends in Raleigh? No.  I went home.  I went home to a small southern town where "supper" is the only allowable word for dinner and where you have to watch out for wild turkeys while driving on the roads.  I was bitter.  I even got a speeding ticket on the way home from college and backed into a bus at the school I had just starting working after-school care at.  A big, yellow, in-your-face-how-could-you-miss-it, parked bus.  Talk about your spiritual warfare!

You can read more about last summer here, here, here, here, here, or here.  If you are going to read just one, I would read the last "here."  It is a summary of the summer, hence the clever name.  For the rest of this post, though, you are going to have to just trust me when I say that I was NOT happy about coming home for the summer.  I wanted so badly to be going on all the adventures my friends were going on, visiting all these exotic places, meeting all these new people.  I tried to make it happen for me, I prayed to God for months for an opportunity to open up, for guidance, for something, anything, but Shelby.  But all I got were a few smirks from God, a sour attitude, and a one-way ticket to the YMCA I had worked at for the past 4 years.

I'm sure some of you feel the same way.  I was worried I would lose the faith I had gained in college.  I missed my friends.  I was angry at God for not "using" me--because I deserved to be used, I was ready.  I thought.  I compared myself to my friends.  I was spiritually lazy and barely talked to God the first few weeks I was home.

And then I had wonderful summer.  A hard, fighting, glorious summer.  But it didn't just magically change.   God had to fight to get to me.  And I had to fight to accept my summer and embrace it.

I went back to school a different person because of that summer.  I am not the same person because of that summer.  And it is easy to write about now, but it was a hard season.  A beautifully hard season.

Now.  I realize that not all of this is going to stick.  But I do believe and have seen from personal experience that God works through us when we tell others about things we have struggled with, things we have learned from God, things that God reveals to us about Himself.  So I am going to take my experience from last summer and tell you about it and pray that God is glorified.

10 tips for growing in your faith while at home this summer:
1.  Pray.  Why is she writing this?  It's so redundant and obvious!  We learned this in preschool!  When I say pray, I mean pray a lot and pray with passion.  Talk with God.  Something so special about this time you have at home is that you can go to your room, closet, take a walk, etc. and pray alone with God.  It can be as long as you want and you can be as expressive as you want.  Pray out loud, write it down, keep a journal.  Whatever you do, talk with Him and listen to Him.  This in itself will always increase your intimacy with Him.

• So...what do I pray for?  How do I pray?
• Ask God what to pray for--this one gets overlooked a lot.  Allow Him to speak through you, even if it seems a little weird.
• Cry out to God.  Don't be afraid to show God a little emotion.  He knows what you are feeling anyway.  If you are frustrated, tell Him!  It's not like He doesn't know.  Embrace vulnerability and tell Him everything. 
• Pray for more of Him.  Pray for God.  Pray for intimacy and a flourishing relationship.  Pray for revelation and for more reception of His love.  Pray for this season to be used to grow and to learn more about Him.
• Pray for opportunities.  To share His love.  To speak His name.  To serve.  To go on adventures with Him.  Pray for friends with whom you can talk about Him.  A lot of us go home to virtually no community, no friends to talk about God with.  Pray for that.  
• Pray for life.  Pray to reject passivity and to embrace an active relationship with Him.  Pray for energy and drive to continue and further this relationship with Him.  Pray for desire to do this.

2.  Steer clear of reliance on Facebook and texting or any other social network or means of communication.  Don't stop reading.  This might sound like a joke to you, but I am being for real.  Facebook is a great way to keep in touch with people, but once you rely on that to keep you "connected" to people, you should probably start weening yourself off of it.  Is not your common ground of Christ enough to keep you connected to your brother or sister?  Texts on the 5-minute mark only distract you and keep you yoked to that need for communication, like you HAVE to talk to that person.  It is much more special to catch up with someone you haven't talked to every day...for the entire day.  Write letters, skype every other weekend, meet up for a day trip.  Put down the cell phone and limit the Facebook usage.  These things are good and can definitely be used for the Kingdom, but once you become attached to them to the point where you feel uncomfortable without them, you are letting them take away from the overflowing freedom you have in Christ!  Be more connected to Christ than you are connected to the world.

3.  Spend time with just God.  How?  What does that even mean?  Well, it kind of goes along with the one above...and I guess praying too!  Build your one-on-one relationship with God.  One really beautiful thing that comes from this is self-confidence.  Not the cliche kind in your psychology class, but the kind that only spending time with your Maker can produce.  You learn as you spend time with Him that all these quirky, weird things that you do, He made.  He loves them.  There is no reason to worry about people looking at you, because you've already been fully exposed.  And you've already been called beautiful.  This isn't cockiness or self-righteousness, this is confidence in your identity as a child of God.  You'll learn that He loves every weird part of you and warning:  you might even start embracing it (there's my excuse).  As much fun as community is, make sure you are not reliant on your community as a means to know your God.  I once talked with a group of young people I volunteered with and each of them were so fired up as a group--"I love God with these people!"  "I love these people and I love God so much!"  And that is great.  But when I asked them, "How is your relationship with God when you are alone?  How do you talk to God, then?" their answers were all similar enough to be summarized as, "Oh, I don't know how to do that!"  Learn who He is when you are alone so that you don't have to depend on others to be around--because they won't always be.

4.  Spend time with God and others.  Community.  Ah, so blissful.  I have learned so much from others and their relationships with God and I have loved so hard because of my brothers and sisters.  Pray for community.  Seek people who are passionate about Christ like you are.  Sometimes you have to find these people, and sometimes they just seem to appear out of no where.  Get lunch with them, even if you don't know them that well.  Serve with them.  Keep each other accountable as you are both home.  Meet with them weekly.  Read a book of the bible together.  You know, the works.  Just have fun with them!

5.  Avoid just "doing" your quiet time.  Live your quiet time.  Do not do your quiet time with spite or obligation or for the sake of a possible blessing.  If you have a job, don't get trapped in the "routine life."  Fight it.  Serve even if it means washing the dishes for your parents when they don't ask.  Be changed when you read the word.  Let it overflow out of your life.  Don't be afraid to do weird things.  Don't be afraid to get uncomfortable.  Don't be afraid to let Jesus interfere with your life.

6.  Expect and look for Him.  Live in expectation.  Look for Him to show up in the same place you have grown up in for years.  Ask for new eyes to see that place differently.  Invite Him into your hometown.  Pray for revival--in your heart and in your city.  And if you expect big things to happen and you don't see them, the big things are probably in the form of a heart change or a newly found passion or just a better attitude.  Or even the fact that you are beginning to expect things from God when you usually just sit back and live and whatever happens, happens...

7.  PLEASE DO NOT view this summer as a place-holder time.  Do not just go through this summer with the mind-set, "Well, I will just get through this then grow when I get back at school and have all my friends and my campus ministry and my bible study and my set schedule and church."  No!  I pray you, my friend, to see that He wants you to learn NOW!  He wants to love you now and He wants you to enjoy Him now!  There is so much potential for you these next few months, so please don't settle for just waiting until you go back to school.  Don't miss this chance at this place at this time.  Fight the war.  Do not monotonously wait around.  Boring.

8.  Do not compare yourself to others.  This only leads to jealousy, self-pity, and/or sulking.  Or maybe that's just me.  God has a life set out for you and if you are confident that He only wants the best for you, then you are exactly where He wants you to be.  Just because you aren't on a summer long project or in another country does not mean that your faith is inferior (or superior, depending on how you look at it).  God's got His own adventures for you!  Measure your life by the cross, not by what others are doing or where others are.  He DOES have things for you in your hometown.

9.  "But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." -Matthew 6:33  This is the biggest one I think I had to learn.  Do not look for things to do FOR God, look for God.

Now what?  Go and live and love your hometown and be changed!

It might not be that simple, but the simplicity of the Gospel covers the complexity of, well, everything.

10.  Cherish the Gospel.

LMB

Questions

Last summer, I knew I had been appointed to lead a bible study of freshmen girls the coming year.  So, I started praying.  I prayed for them and I didn't know them.  I prayed for the love of God to sink deep into their hearts.  I prayed that girls would come.  And one day I was praying and I couldn't tell you why I said what I said.

"God, I pray for that one girl who is thinking about not coming, the girl who is torn and who is on the verge of not coming but isn't sure.  Just make her come."

I had no idea why those words came out of my mouth.  I don't know why I prayed that.  And for a few days I tried to shake that prayer and push past it with other prayers for my bible study.  But somehow it kept coming up.  I was confused.  But I prayed it anyway.

I probably prayed that prayer for about a month, up until school started back.  I felt a little weird every time I prayed it.  And then bible study started and so new, different prayers took over for girls I actually knew by name and for faces I could actually see.

That was a year.  A whole year.  Last Thursday, I was eating lunch with a precious girl in my bible study.  My car was all packed up and literally right after lunch, I was making the 3 and a half hour drive back home for the summer.  We talked about the past year and about the year to come.  She is leading a bible study starting in the fall, so she was asking me what kind of things to pray for her soon to be girls.

"What kind of prayers did you pray for us?"

I told her the main prayers and then I laughed and told her about that prayer, the one the Spirit kept bringing up about the girl who was thinking about coming but wasn't sure if she wanted to or not.

It was her.

I am pretty sure I about threw my sandwich across the dining hall when we both realized that she was that girl.  She had told me before about how it took some praying and convincing from her mom to come back to bible study after the first time or two of coming.  She wasn't going to come back.  But then she did.  She just did.

I smile as I write this because I had so many questions and doubts about that prayer.  Why, why would I pray that weird prayer?

That's why.

And this prayer isn't over.  This girl is about to pour into the hearts of her own little freshmen that God has appointed for her.  The Spirit knew what He was praying even if I didn't.

Don't just pray to God, pray with God.

How sweet it is to stare into the face of an answered prayer.

I wish I could say that I am done questioning what God does.  I long to embrace the mystery set forth to me, to stop worrying about how it doesn't make sense or how I could spend my time doing something else or praying something else.  I want to welcome questions, not push past them for answers.

In a recent book I read, Pastor Bill Johnson says this:

"If your encounters with God don't leave you with more questions than when you started, then you have had an inferior encounter."

Strong statement.  But if we truly come in contact with God, won't we leave awed, changed?  Won't we wonder?  Or will we just know Him--all about Him, everything there is to know?  If we knew everything about God, He wouldn't be much of a God.  Questions about who God is or what He is doing are absolutely wonderful, wonderful gifts.

That's our communion.  That is life--to live with this supernatural Being who has an infinite number attributes that we get to learn and unending glory that we get to discover.  That is revelation.  That is beauty.

But what about those unexplained times that are not so sweet?  Those times where you have prayed every prayer and read every verse that is set in front of you, you have obeyed everything you feel like God has called you to, you have prayed in power with the Spirit.  You have done everything "right."  And yet you still don't have an answer.  You still don't get it.

I have learned a lot about this.  And I am not finished learning.  Because this will be my whole life.  Not knowing.  Not ever knowing why things happen--but trusting.  I wouldn't need trust if I knew how everything was going to go.  Life with questions is a fun, fun life.  Because those questions mean trusting God.  And trusting God means knowing God.  And knowing God, well, there aren't many words to describe how absolutely marvelous that is.

Sometimes it's about the questions, not the answers.  Sometimes it's about seeking the answer and not so much about finding it.

That's a hard one.

The mystery of God is a sweet one.  It's one that will leave us with all of these things in our head that make no sense.  I can't tell you how often I have to use the word conflicted.  "God, I am just so conflicted about this because I don't understand how I can feel both of these things"  or "Why does this situation leave me so conflicted?" or the all too often "I AM CONFLICTED BECAUSE I AM CONFUSED."

Sometimes I act like I know everything.
Sometimes I like to "figure God out."
And that's just not possible.

But out of all these questions, there is always one answer: Jesus.  When we don't understand and our hearts are torn apart from the confliction and confusion and we are tired, so, so tired from doing everything we think will get us an answer, when we chase after God like our lives depend on it and we lay it all out, interceding for these other people we love so dearly and we throw ourselves at the foot of the throne just for that one answered prayer, that one answer... and we see nothing.  Exhausted and confused.  But still in love.

Our love for Christ must come in front of our need for an answer.

God answers all of our questions, no matter how complex or silly or hard with His own question:

"Will you take my love?"

When we don't understand, let's chose Him.  Let's take His love.  Yes, I would still love to have it all figured out.  I want to know what He is doing.  Sometimes, He will tell me, show me.  And other times I will be left throwing my hands up in the air saying, "What could You possibly be doing right now?"  But no matter how many answers I don't have, I will always have Jesus.

Always.
No questions asked.

LMB

Impossibly Unchanged

I know I have to write this.  I know I cannot let this one slip by, left for me to meditate on and keep to myself for the rest of my days.  I know that this one is a screaming post, one that has been set to my ears and placed on my heart.  It follows appropriately the post I wrote a few weeks ago about the presence of the Lord.  And now I have received new revelation.

We can't be the same.

When we enter His presence, we can never be the same.  Every time we worship, every time we pray, every time we talk about Him or witness Him work, every time we write His name or speak His truth.  When we gather together for bible studies on random days throughout the week and when we join together on Sundays to unite as a body for church.  When we look at the masterpiece of His sunrise or feel the coolness of His wind as it blows by us on a Tuesday.  When we come in contact with Him, He does not want us to leave the same.

So what does this mean and how do we do it?  What kind of radicality does this assume?  It's not that it's radical, it's that it's only obvious.  We are coming in contact with the Creator of the Universe, how could we not be affected?

He touches us.  We are touched by His mighty presence.  Do we invite Him in?  When we sing of His Name do we tell Him to draw closer; do we make ourselves vulnerable to His power?  Are we open to His refinement?  Are we available for His revelation?

Or do we leave with the same burdens we carried in?  Do we sing those songs with familiar words, simultaneously clinging to the familiarity of the world we are used to?  Do we even let Him in at all?  Do we leave in the same state of romance in which we entered?

Or do we fall more in love with Him?

That, oh, that is what I want!  To enter into His presence, to know Him and to never be the same because of it.  What are our expectations?  To go to bible study and to leave with no practical application, no heart change, no sweet, sweet revelation of how good Daddy is, or no awareness of some piece of my heart that has been wrecked and needs rebuilding?  Do we allow change at all?  Do we expect change at all?  Do we welcome change at all?  No?

That is "doing."  That is legalism. That is religion.  Why even go!

When we invite the Lord into our lives (and we should), we are saying, "God, I don't want to be without You."  When we enter into a time of worship and praise to Him, His beauty becomes magnified to us and His Spirit manifested in us and every bit of His glory swallows us whole as we realize we are singing to the Maker of Heaven and Earth.  And when we declare His matchless glory an unspoken comparison of who we are with who He is takes place and we are overcome with the realization of how broken and little and unworthy we are and through His exaltation we fall on our faces and say, "Make me more like You!  I don't want to be this person anymore!"

So, you see, worship is all about Him.  And if our life is worship, wouldn't that mean our life is all about Him?  This is not a new statement, but it is a different angle.  We ask God to come about us because we love His presence.  His presence is where we are safe.  His presence is where we are created for--that realm, not this earthly one.  When we enter into His presence, lives are changed.  Cliche as it may sound, it's true.  If we attempt to enter into the presence of God with no expectations, but familiarity, if it is just something we do every Sunday, another part of our schedule, "Oh, you know, just meeting up with the Savior of my Soul, no big deal," we will find ourselves trapped in a mundane prison of monotony.  We will see ourselves as conversing with a humanized God, one without limitless power and with just enough love to fulfill to our appropriate time frame.

Let Him change you!  Let Him wreck and rebuild you, His child.  Let Him enter into the deepest parts of your heart, the ones that no one knows, the shame that no one sees, the battles you have struggled with for years.  Don't hide these things.  Don't contrive His Lordship to your own appointed heart hierarchy.  Don't pick and chose what areas of your life you want Him to refine.  Let His revelation fuel your transformation.  Surrender all!  Do not let an encounter with Him leave you still holding onto these things.  Let Him take them.  He wants to.

Not one scripture read, not one journal entry, not one strum of a guitar or one line of a song or one healing or miracle or gathering or fellowship, not one mention of His name...


Let not one of experience with Him leave you the same.  If they do, why are you doing them?  An important question to ask.

Make us like You.

LMB

Indeed, I cannot

But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot. -Jeremiah 20:9

Just read this verse.  Insane, isn't it?  Is that how I feel when I am told to contain Him?  Is that how I feel when I am told to hold it in, to calm down a bit, to act a little more restrained?  Is that how I feel?

Do I feel weary?  Does it even strike a place in my heart?  Does it make me even think for a second that it's not right or that it's not natural or even that it feels kind of funny?

Do I feel the fire shut up in my bones, does it burn my heart to the core like a flame screaming inside of my skin just to break free?  Is that the type of pressure that I feel?

Or could I go on like any other day?

Could I go on?

I have been thinking a lot about the phrase "I can't live without your presence" because a song I have been listening to lately says that sentence in the bridge.  And I really liked it.  My ears perked up a bit and I sang along and I liked it.  Yeah, I liked it.

And then I started thinking about it.  Then I started to ponder it in my heart and it hit me.  The Holy Spirit hit me.

The sentence doesn't say "I can't live as well as I want to without your presence" or "Life isn't as fun without your presence" or "I can't call on you when I need you without your presence" or even "My Sunday mornings are free without your presence."

It doesn't say "I don't like it without your presence but I can still live."
Or "I miss you and all but I can go on without your presence."

And so I got to thinking about how I literally think without His presence... I could not live.

I could not breathe, I could not think or act or talk or move.  I would toss an turn in my bed at night for I could not sleep without having Him in my life.  I wouldn't be myself.  I wouldn't know what to do.  My identity would be in major crisis and everything on which I have built my life would be shattered and I would inevitably fall to the ground, left lying on top of the pieces of rubble.

I would be confused and disoriented and unsure.  I would be tired and drained and hopeless.  My head would probably snap right off at the pace of my neck twisting and turning, just looking, just looking for Him.  Somewhere, any sign of Him, His shadow, His breathe, even just to hear His voice.  I need it.  I need Him.

And there are people who don't have Him.

How do they do it?

No, really.  It's this serious.  It's not just that I can call on God when I need Him or laugh with Him when something funny happens that only He sees or cry out to Him when I am desperate and alone.  It's His presence.  It's the way He's always there and never leaves.  It's that at any given time I have an army of angels surrounding me protecting me against the enemy.  It's times like this moment now where I am alone in a coffee shop and am completely satisfied in Him and have nothing better to do but write to Him out of worship. He's here.  Times where I am walking and the wind is blowing and there is nothing on my mind in particular.  Or times when I am trapped behind a cubicle in the library and want to be anywhere but there, but I know He's there too.  It's sitting in my room by myself every morning, drinking in His word and just talking to Him like He is right there.  Because He is.

It's not only those extreme times.  It's those times, too.

It's times when thoughts of my past are completely shameful.

It's times when thoughts of my present are completely confusing.

It's times when thoughts of my future are completely frightening.

It's times in all this change.  And one thing remains.

So there is this stillness in the midst of war.  There is this peace in the middle of chaos.  There is this rest in the middle of busyness.  That's Him.  That's His presence.

And when I lay my head to sleep at night, He is there.  And when I wake up in the morning I imagine Him looking over me saying, "Good morning, sunshine!"

I can feel it.  I can feel His presence.  And sometimes I can't.  But I have this hope and this trust and this hidden, secretive feeling ingrained deep down in the calcium of my bones that says "I'm here."

There is this intimate connection between Father and Child, Rescuer and Rescued, Redeemer and Redeemed, Sinner and Savior.

There is this connection, this indestructible bridge that connects God and me.  Forever.  The cross.   And I have been sealed by His promise.  I am His.  Forever.

There is the Holy Spirit, living inside of me and it will never move to a new house or get tired of me or get fed up with my consistent disobedience or pride or discontentment or unbelief.  Grace overflows from this Spirit and fills the whole neighborhood within me and it bubbles out of me until I taste and see and realize that He is there.  I realize that I have no other choice but to respond to this grace, to move, to smile, even.

His presence.  I could not live without it.  I would be crawling on the dirt floor out of starvation and suffocation, weary and lost.  Desperate and hopeless.  Drained and dreary.  I would be nothing.  I would be useless.  I  would be pulling myself with every last bit of strength that I had.  I would collapse on my flimsy arms, lying in the puddle of my own tears whimpering, "I can't live without You, God."

What a humbling picture.  Is that how much I depend on Him?  Is that how much I value His presence?  Is that how much I treasure the Treasure?

My skin would explode, pore by pore, my bones would be clanging with the pain of suppression. My spiritual stomach would be growling for Bread, surpassing the pangs until it finally shrinks and shrivels up.  The Spirit would be pounding, kicking, screaming inside of my heart like someone locked alive in a casket, being lowered to their grave.  Pounding.

Tell me to hold it in.

I will tell you, "Indeed, I cannot."

LMB

The experience

Good Friday.  It's Easter season.  What does that mean?

On Monday, Easter is over.  The day will be passed.  Easter is over.  What does that mean?

I like to think that there is no difference.
I like to think that Easter is everyday.
I like to think that resurrection is recurring.
Daily.
Moment by moment.

What is the difference between a day set aside for celebration and family and church and sunrise services and chocolate bunnies and the next day of our lives and from then on?

As a person who is directly affected by the resurrection, what is the difference?
As a person who is forever changed by the blood of the Lamb, what is the difference?
As a person who is constantly redeemed and refined and renewed, what is the difference?

As a sinner, what is the difference?

It's not enough just to know about Easter.  It's not enough just to have head knowledge of it, to know all the theology behind it, the history.  It's not enough to know Easter.  We must experience it.

Let us experience Easter.
This year and forever more.

We have been saved!  We have been rescued!  He died for us and rose again and we pass by Him as He hangs on the cross.  We look at Him one Sunday as a Savior and forget about it the rest of our days.  We pass by the tree on the hill.  We pass by.

But blood can cause a scene.  Blood can turn heads and make you stop in your tracks.  Blood can make you do a double take, turn your head and look back and point and see and say, "What is going on there?"

And this is not any blood, this is perfect blood, this is blood of a sinless Man.  And then you find out that the Man is dying because of you.  So your eyes get wide and you thank Him once and walk away.

Our lives will never be the same.  We will never be the same.  The death, the gruesome, ugly, chilling death that sends shivers up my spine, makes my knees weak and my eyes water when I stop and think, "That Man loves me!"


That Man loves me and here He is dying!
Dying because of me!

How He suffered and died.  He bore all this grief that I feel every day, He bore all the shame that consumes me and suffocates me and makes me stay up toss and turn night after night.  It's heavy.  It's so heavy.  The justifications.  The idols.  And all these days I turn my face from Him and all these moments I lie and lust and cheat and steal.  The instant I give into temptation and the denials I serve to Him daily, I beautify them and place them on a platter and serve them right to Him.  Right to His face.

And He takes them.  How can He take them!  He takes them onto Himself.  He bears them on his back and with every stone we throw, He feels it.  It's just another sin He has to carry. It's just another sin.

It's just another day we live in disobedience.  It's just another idol we worship.  It's just another area of life we can't give up.  We say we can't give it up.  We won't.  It's just a little thing.  We say we will change tomorrow.

It's just another day.

It all adds up.  He carries it on His back and it gets heavy.  He is beaten and battered and bruised and mocked.  People rebuke Him, challenge and test Him and tell Him to come down.  If He is really the Lord can not He just come down? Can not He save Himself?

But He chose to save us instead.

We are the mockers. We are the spitters. We are the stoners. We are the sinners. We are the redeemed.

He redeemed us!  He gave us life when we had none!  When we were dead in our sins He revived us!  By His last breath we breathed our first.  The saints rise up when His head hangs down.  This is our life.  This is our Savior.

This is our Savior.  This is why we live.

He carried the weightiest burden of the world to deliver the weightiest truth to the world.


He chose me.
How could He chose me?


We have no other choice but to spend the rest of our lives pursuing this God.

He was satisfied with the will of the Father.
We aren't satisfied with Him.
He chose to pray instead of sleep.
We chose to sleep instead of pray.
So much sleeping.
He humbled Himself.
We raise ourselves up.
He carried others' burdens.
We turn from the troubles of others.
So much turning.
He loved.
We hate.
He was perfect.
We are sinful.
So much sinning.
He died.
We live.

So much living.

And it doesn't stop at the cross.  The grace doesn't stop there.  By the power of God, Jesus rose again!  He rose and lived and lives today.  The earth shakes with His power and the boulders can't bear to stay in place.  He is alive!  He is alive and death is no more.

A death like His cannot just be considered. A death like His means complacency is impossible.  A death like His deserves all of us.  It deserves all of our praise, every bit of our hearts and our souls and our deepest, deepest dreams and fears and insecurities and worries.  He handled death.  He can handle that.

Trust me child, I can handle that.

Our graves are being dug and our energy drained.  Our arms are being crossed and our eyes shut.  Our bodies are being lowered and our lives decayed.

But He says No!

He says there is no fear in death, He says there is no death at all but only life and life in all its fullness!  And He says it's eternal!

He says there is only Love and redemption and resurrection.

Everyday.

He reaches His hand down to us and pulls us out of these tombs.  Jesus doesn't do tombs.  He doesn't like tombs very much and He knows you won't either.  He pulls us out of these graves and makes us live.

And it's all because He died.
It's all because of Him.

It's not because of us.  When did the resurrection become ours to control?  When did Easter become about us?  When did it start being about our preferences?  When did we get to start choosing when to live and when to sleep?  When did we start worshiping this fuzzy feeling we get when we go to church on Sunday and read the Easter story once out-loud with our suits and ties and new dresses and baskets filled with candy and flowers and our schedules to abide by and our time constraints to meet and this and that...

When did we start living comfortable?
The King wore a crown of thorns and a robe of bruises and lashes and nails in His hands and His feet and a hole in His side.  He died on a cross!  That is not comfortable!

What about our Savior!  Have we experienced His life for us?  We worship a God who died to give us the greatest gift of all.  Grace.  We worship a God who died with our names on His mind.  We can run to Him.  We can talk to Him.  We are His because He bought us.

Adopted as sons and daughters.
We say thank you one day and walk away.

But this changes everything.

Let this reality sink into your heart today.  He loves you.  Marinate your heart in this love.  Let the resurrection permeate your heart to the core.  Let it fill the emptiest part of your heart.  Let it bring you to your knees and fill your eyes with tears.  Let it stir inside of you, His blood rushing wildly through your veins.  He loves you.  Meditate on this.  He bought our lives and gave them to us.  And we keep them for ourselves?  They are His.  It's all Yours, God.  He deserves it all.

Glory to the One!  God's murdered Son!  He took our sin and shame!  He is our hope and peace! Hallelujah to the One who died and rose and lives today!  Praise be the Him in the highest!

We are set free because of Him.  Free.

We have life because of Him.  Life.

It's not enough to know about Easter.  Experience it.  Every single day.

LMB

...I say "we" in this post because I mean me, too.

Freedom

I am starting this post with absolutely no idea where it's headed.  I don't know what I am going to write about, all I know is that God's love is exuding out of me and I have to find an outlet somewhere.

So, this has to be the Holy Spirit.

I don't know how I got here and I don't know if I ever want it to stop. Those moments in life when you have nothing in your brain except for thoughts of eternity and heavenly places and it seems so ironic because you don't even know what you are thinking about because you have never been there.  I mean, I have never been to heaven.  So what exactly am I thinking about?

I do believe that our God meant what He said about life on earth as it is in heaven.  So why do we not live that way?  Why do we not live like our God is alive?  I ask myself these questions.

Easter looms around the corner but honestly it has never left.  Each day is a new resurrection and if you live your life thinking that God is far and that these fleeting thoughts you have about Him are just a phase or just in vain or whatever else you think, think again.

And again and again.  I told someone the other day that I am a firm believer in meditating on things.  Which is a really weird sentence to even utter and I'm not even sure how it even came out of my mouth.  I don't even know how my lips formed that statement.  Sometimes I will have a conversation with someone and just sit there for silent awkward minutes at a time until the other person has to say, "What are you thinking about?"

And then it gets even weirder when I have to say I don't know.  I mean, it is so far beyond my comprehension and still I know it is about Him.  It gives me this swaying feeling, like wind blowing the lightest object in the wind to where it flutters and moves back and forth with grace.  I don't have much grace.  But Jesus does.

So we have these thoughts about whether or not God loves us or whether or not He is even real or whether or not we can give this up or that up or whether this sin or that sin is holding us back or whether or not God wants this for us or that or whether or not we are "called" to this thing or that place and then we get rid of them.  We banish these thoughts and then we say, "I just don't feel God."  But are we letting Him in?  Are we even giving Him a chance?  We get scared of hard things and this radical life God has called us to and we pray with loud voices because we want to override the whispers that we know He wants to speak to use because we know they are scary.

He wants to do impossible things with us.

If we aren't living differently then we aren't doing something right.

What do we expect?  Really, what do we expect?  We expect good worship that makes us feel good and we expect truth to be spoken through other means and through someone else and we expect God to show up when we are pretty and we think God is only there when it's a beautiful day outside or when it's raining really hard and He's like the umbrella or something.  He is the rain.

Let Him rain.

He's the clouds and the stream and the sun and the moon and the cars and the trees and the industries and the smoke and the air and the furnace and the completely normal day where nothing extraordinary happens and yet everything but normality is fluttering about us in our very midst but what do we expect?

Do we really have to have special circumstances to see our God?  Do we really have to have a ministry or a worship night or a summer trip or a crazy conversation or a pretty sunset or a devout blessing?  What about in the corners of our rooms sitting on the floor by ourselves?  Can we talk to God then?

Where did all these lines come from?  These lines of our hearts that God just wants to erase, demolish really and I'm not talking about these lines that say, "I never want You anywhere, God."  I'm talking about these lines that say "God you can be here at this time and here at this time but only a little bit here and only if we sing this song here and only if someone is with me here and only if it doesn't hurt anyone's feeling here and only if you call me here." We tell Him He can't make us look too weird or He can't make us offend anyone or He can't tell us this because it would completely change the way we live and that is just too much to handle right now but maybe later when things calm down.  Maybe later.  We tell Him we will sacrifice this or that on the surface because it's easier than saying "God change my heart."  We tell Him we will abide by the rules because that's all we need to do and it's easier than bringing up these insecurities and these bad memories and these ghosts of our pasts or these fears of our futures.  We tell Him we'd rather Him not interrupt out lives because they are going good and we're feeling good and we are reading really good verses and singing really good songs and having really good conversations with our brothers and sisters.  We tell Him that once we get alone we don't really know how to talk to Him so we just don't.

We just don't.

We think about these things and just let them go in a minute and we don't even stop to think that that one hint of doubt we have in our hearts needs to go to God.  It was just a fleeting thought, right?  No big deal.  We don't even let Him speak to us because we don't give Him a chance.

God is relentless.  God is louder than our voices could ever be.

These lines and these categories and segments and definitions.  These time constraints and these pretty plans and these ministries and these rules and boundaries.  What are we doing?!  We live in this freedom, the freedom of the One True God that nothing could ever hinder.  We live in the wind, the mighty rushing wind that  doesn't just come in the hurricanes or the breeze of the beach.  God's presence is not stimulated by a guitar or a conference or a few tears.  It is stimulated by anything.  It stimulates everything.

Just tell Him to come.  Tell Him you will let Him come.

Come about us, Father.

This freedom.  Ah.  Let us not make our ministries our lives but our lives our ministries.  Let us not follow the rules of time and space but let us follow the flow of the Spirit that never leaves.  Let us not get caught up with life and God just be there, but let us get caught up in God and life just be there.  Let us not worry about stepping on people's toes anymore, but let us be concerned with speaking truth into people's hearts.  It's not about toes anymore, it's about hearts.

Jesus stepped on people's toes.  Jesus captured people's hearts.

Church, in order for revival to take place, God is rising up His body.  He is telling us to wake up, to be the vessel for His Spirit to run freely, flow freely into each passing body, each passing glance, even.  Those cutting eyes that see us ordinary people and know that we have been with Jesus.  Those double takes.  Erase the lines, church.  Stop stifling His Spirit because it feels weird or it looks strange or it offends people.  He has sent us here to pave the way for His Spirit to move.  That road right in front of us.  Are our structured Christian lives displaying the freedom that that Christ has given us?  Or are they actually just the road blocks?

Are we entertaining the very things that crucified Christ on the cross?

Reject passivity.

You could lock me in a dark and empty room and sit me in a corner and tell me to think about the resurrection and I think I'd be just fine.

I preach this to myself, brothers and sisters.

Chaser

I have been learning about this for quite some time now.  You could say I have been learning about this ever since I first heard the word Father and that I will be learning about it for the rest of my life.  This is an impossible thing to describe.  This is an unreachable thing to grasp.  This is a cliche topic that is anything but.  It gets thrown around and contrived to fit our circumstances and is apparent to us only when we need it.  It sits on a shelf in a box for us to grab and go when we please and sometimes that shelf collects so much dust because we never think that we need it.  We don't even look at it.  This is not a light matter.  This is not a word on a page or a line in a song.  This is not even a tingly little feeling we get inside of us that makes us think  in our heads that God is close in that one moment.  This is not something we can pick and choose to have.  This is not something we deserve.  This is not even something that makes dark days disappear or light days last forever.

This is something that is realer than any stigma of real you have in your head.

This is something that penetrates, pulverizes us.

This is something constant, something that will never go away even when we don't accept or acknowledge it.

This is something that makes dark days lighter and light days kingdom days.

This is something that changes everything.

This is the love of God.

The love of a Savior, a Master, a Redeemer.  This is the love of a Father, totally undeserving.  It's revolutionary.  It's love unlike any other love.

Words do not do this concept justice and they never will.

Oh, the love of God.  It grips me and compels me.  It knocks me off of my feet.  It is that powerful.  It is the hurricane, the whirlwind.  And juxtaposed to our love, our little human love, the love we have for the very person we love the most, that love that hurts from the strain it causes us and every chemical we have inside of us that has to do with love is active and moving and flaring and our hearts for these people and things feel like they are about to burst.  The love for our mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters and friends and husbands and wives and boyfriends and girlfriends and dogs and cats and whoever else it is that we love, that we would do anything for, that we would willingly stop what we are doing in our tracks just to utter to this person a single word.  Yes, this kind of love.  His love makes this love look like hate.

His love makes no sense.  It is one big paradox.  He needs no reciprocation and yet it does not take away the intensity of His love.  We spit at Him and mock Him and rebuke Him and refute Him.  He loves us.  We disobey Him and run from Him and turn our ears from Him.  He loves us.  We never call Him Father and we never will.  He loves us.  We try so hard to love Him and fail time and time again.  He loves us.  We don't deserve this.  Who loves like this?

His love is furious and gentle at the same time.  He pursues us.  He does not relent.  He runs after us with fury and might and He strains for us.  He is jealous for us.  Jealousy is a consuming emotion.  Just think about it.  When you, little human, get jealous, it consumes your thoughts and you feel your chest turning and your ears reddening and you clinch your fists and grit your teeth because your heart wants so badly what it does not have.  That is Him.  But that is Him multiplied by infinity.  He hurts when He doesn't have you in His arms. He wants to hold, child, and let you rest.  He cringes when He sees you turn away.  But He does not stand and pout and let emotion override Him.  He runs.  He runs after us.

He chases us.  He never stops.  He is so much faster than we will ever be.  And when we run for the rest of our lives He is running too.  He goes before you.  He is in the belly of the whale before you are tossed from the ship.  You cannot hide from Him.  He wants you too badly.  He just wants you, child.  He says you can run.  Just run to Him.

His arms are open.  He delights in every detail of your life.  He will never let you fall, though you may stumble.  He cries when you cry.  He laughs when you laugh.  And when your heart is latched onto something other than Him, it saddens Him.  Because He wants you.  When no one else wants you.  He wants you.  When you don't want yourself.  He wants you.

Let Him have you.

All of you.  This is not a halfway love.  This is not a love we get at our convenience.  This is not a love we can wake up one day and say, "I think I will have some of God's love today."  This is a love we cannot lose.  This is a love that interrupts our lives and attacks our normality.  This is a love that flips everything else upside down.  This is a love that makes even the very thing your heart desires the most look like rubbish.  It will change your life.

His love burns.  It burns like fire and your heart will never be the same.  This is a love that if you taste it one time you hunger for it all the days of your life.  He screams for us.  He whispers for us.  He carries us and watches us and waits for us.  He does not give up on us.  He does not become discouraged by us.  No matter how far we run He knows you can never be too far off from Him.  Never.

He sees our brokenness.  He sees our skewed thoughts, our insecurities, our dreams, desires, fears.  He sees the deepest parts of our hearts.  He sees the war.  He is in the war.  He never stops fighting for us.  He loves us.  He loves His children.

He needs no conditions.

He needs no confidence.

He needs no self-esteem.

He needs no perfection.

He needs no reciprocation.

He needs no clean record.

He needs no obedience.

He needs nothing from us.

He still loves us.

He shatters our idols.  He throws them against the wall and watches them break right in front of His eyes.  He loves us so much that He is willing to put Himself through pain to save us.  Consider.  He allows us to hurt which hurts Him even more because He knows that these tears will one day be a stream of living water that will rush so freely and wildly, turning every bend, with waves that crash loudly and leave drops of  this water to soak into this dry land that surrounds it on every side.  He only wants good for us.  It hurts Him to see His children hurt.  But He loves us that much.

He is the rushing wind.  He comes riding on a white horse.  He rescues us.  He pulls us out of the pit of destruction.  The enemy is under His feet.  He rebukes Him and casts Him away.  He goes through lengths that we will never see and never know about and never be able to thank Him for to protect us from the enemy.

But He doesn't need "thank you's" to love us.  He does that anyway.

When He looks at us, He doesn't see a banker.  When He looks at us, He doesn't see an immigrant.  He doesn't see a student or a lawyer or a homeless person.  He doesn't see an orphan or a disloyal husband or a prostitute.  He doesn't see a hypocrite.  He doesn't see a convict.  He doesn't see the girl with the insecurities that are ruining her and causing her grief and making her reach for things of this world to satisfy her and give her worth and who pours into herself lies from the ruler of the kingdom of the air instead of heeding to the truth of the Father.  He doesn't see the boy who thinks he is too far deep in sin to go to God, that he could never change his ways, and he thinks there is no turning back now so he runs.  But God doesn't see a runner.

He sees beauty.

When He looks at us, He sees Christ's righteousness.  When He looks at us, He sees His creation.  When He looks at us, He sees His beloved.  He sees perfection when He looks at us.  He sees worth when He looks at us.  He sees past the surface when He looks at us, past the blemish, past the shame and the guilt and the dirt and the sin.  He sees something beautiful. He sees something that He wants, He strains for and yearns for and strives for.  He sees His son.  He sees His daughter.  He looks into our eyes and smiles and sees something that He loves.  When He looks at you, He sees something He loves.

He just loves you.

That's all He knows to do.

That's who He is.

The love we do not deserve.

The love that completes us.

It makes us whole.

We were made for this love.

He stretches out His hand.

He says take it.

It's free.

He says won't you just take it?

Won't just just take my love?