Showing posts with label Christ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christ. Show all posts

When You Meet Christ on the Curb

Anyone may have witnessed the scene my son and I saw just an hour ago.  It happens on street corners, in parking lots and on sidewalks worldwide.  It happens so often passersby seem to have grown cold to it, which, I think makes desensitization look mild. 

Onlookers might judge the person's appearance as he stands in the frigid January evening wearing a grey hoodie and no coat or gloves.  He doesn't appear homeless or even all that needy.  What does needy or homeless look like, anyway?  Tattered?  Pale and unshaven?  Do his bones need to show for anyone to have sympathy for him?

My son and I think otherwise.  The young man's cardboard sign, bearing lopsided lettering and held against his chest, reads, "Father of two.  Lost job.  Need work, or anything you can do to help. God bless you." 

The young man stood on the curb opposite our lane of travel.  I felt that push I often feel when faced with someone in difficult circumstances, and I had my son with me to share the experience. I have missed opportunities before because of not wanting to humiliate anyone, or call attention to myself.  I need to get over it, now and completely.

Help The HomelessWe were on our way to pick up a pizza, my son's treat while his dad travels for business this week.  The pizza seemed utterly unimportant in the reflection of this young man's status.  Ordering a pizza, in light of someone else's need, certainly paints it in the right light.  Frivolous.  Wasteful.  Unnecessary. Self-indulgent. 

Making a turn into a parking area and entering the lane next to the man's chosen place on the curb, I handed my son a five dollar bill, the only note I had with me, and instructed him to open his window and offer it to the man.  My son's window slid down as we approached the spot on the curb where the sneakered feet stood, waiting.

I will never forget the sound of my son's innocent, hopeful voice as he called, "Here you go!" toward the young man.  I could not hear the man's response or see his face, but could sense he struggled to take the bill as he shifted his sign and spoke to my boy. 

I will never forget the sight of my son's face as he turned from the window, his eyes full of tears.  He couldn't tell me what the man had said to him until later, which was, "God be with you, young man.  Thank you."  It meant more than he knew it ever could mean before that moment.  At almost twelve years old, he has seen more and felt more and has begun to piece together the sadder realities of life.   This marked his first experience with this kind of need. 

I didn't try to explain the man's unknown circumstances, nor did I have to review with my son about God's presence everywhere.  Thank God ... my boy knows what he needs to know about his Heavenly Father and has made the choice to have Jesus in his heart. 

My son met Jesus on the curb.

Jesus said,
 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world.  For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,  I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?  When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these, you did for me.’
~~Matthew 25:34-40

This event will burrow into my son's memory; a child who lacks for nothing every day of the week.  It illustrates for everyone that the blessings of food, clothing and shelter can disappear in the blink of an eye.  Christ comes closer each time we encounter life's disappointments, tragedies, suffering, illness, loss and struggles.  We can see him in faces, in the silent appeal of eye contact all around us as this world continues to drag its inhabitants to the edge of destruction. 

Don't hesitate in helping someone, no matter how little you can give or how small your gesture.  Don't leave Christ standing there on the curb looking forlorn and hopeless, wondering when someone might shed his selfish human nature as readily as He put on human flesh for us.

A wise old pastor of mine once said, "I always have a few bills or change handy, and I give to everyone I see on the street who asks.  I never want to miss anyone in real need ... to miss meeting Christ on the street."

What a great lesson to live.




Peace on Earth

I wish you a beautiful Christmas Day,
full of peace,
packed with goodness,
loaded with kindness,
festooned with mercy,
wrapped with compassion,
tagged with love
and given with
His
boundless
majesty.

Christ is born!
He reins!
He lives ... for all of us.

May you have His joy in your heart, no matter what your circumstances right now.  His love surrounds us, we have only to reach for it and hang on when nothing else seems right.

His love and boundless grace sustain us, through the harshest struggles and deepest sorrows.  He is there -- he will always be there.

Thank you, God, for sending your Son for all of us, the gift that keeps on giving, and fits everyone perfectly.

Merry Christmas!

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Christmas comes but once a year.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat.
Go, tell it on the mountain!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Joy to the world, the Lord is come.

How many song lyrics, poems or stories remind you of this Season of Hope, sometimes when we're months in front of or behind it?  How often do words or phrases change our tune or outlook on the world around us?  How powerful, the words we use, the words we hear, the words we read!

Those of us celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, know full well that Christmas is closer than we're ready for, just yet, as we're headlong and up to our eyeballs in preparation for our family celebrations.  Those who celebrate simply, "Christmas" as a gift-giving observance, probably feel the same pull from family and social obligations, long lists of need-to-purchase gifts, baking, visiting, entertaining, and lack of rest.

When we look beyond the wrappings, peer past the decorations, focus away from the dazzle and the dollars, we have a very simple, poignant and melancholy... yes, melancholy ... remembrance of a baby boy's birth.  Those of us who have given birth, or have held a newborn and known the joy and awe in the tiny form know a tad about the feelings Mary had as she cradled the newborn King. 

God, our Heavenly Father, came to earth in the form of a helpless baby, born to poor, working class parents who had no hope of riches nor ever rise in rank in a class-oriented society.  He came to give us a human example of Godly perfection.  He came to show us that anyone could choose to do right and to believe whole-heartedly, as well as to give of his whole heart to everyone who needed even a glimmer of hope to go on in this weary world.

Jesus came to die. For a beautiful, glorious, grace-filled reason, but to die, nonetheless.  Anyone who has a child or holds loved ones dear cannot fathom, cannot even try to imagine bringing that child into the world for the ultimate purpose of offering him as a sacrifice -- for everyone else on earth and everyone yet to be born.  And the melancholy enters.  No one pictures death in the face of a newborn, seeing the promise and potential there for future milestones, and comparing characteristics of family members in the small one's features.  No one thinks of turning this child over to certain death ... having never done wrong himself.  Yet, he came to live a godly example and ... to ... die.

He came for you.  He came for me.  He came for the family down the road whom you have never met.  He came for taxi drivers, teachers, ditch diggers, doctors, world leaders, slaves, mothers, fathers, siblings, priests, mill workers, lawyers, tax collectors, businessmen, children and adults.  He came for one and all, not just a few.  He wants every one of us.

We need only give ourselves, and then watch and listen for the changes he makes within us, that help in making us new, help in making us more Christ-like.

We need only try with a mustard-seed-size faith -- if that's all we have to offer.  We need only look to Him for guidance, for grace and for mercy.  We will try and fail, we will persevere and suffer, we will work hard and glean little.  We will continue on in this path of faith ... and find Him at the end, just as he was at the Beginning.

He came for you.

God bless you, and Merry Christmas!



Respect Is Not Culturally Normal

". . . and the wife must respect her husband." ~~Ephesians 5:33 

Really.  No, really.  This falls under the heading of "Must".  Must do, must have, must work at it, must get better at it, must practice, must model, must learn, must achieve, must attempt with gusto, must provide evidence of, and sometimes, more than sometimes, must force ourselves to do it before our human self ruins the moment . . . or the marriage.

Those who know their Bibles inside and out often miss this command or overlook it in deference to the overall command of "love" that permeates the rest of God's Word.  I missed this command for years and now that my husband and I have escaped the whirling winds of the Tornado of Failure that swept us up and held us for too long, I can see with amazing clarity and color -- similar to the effect of Dorothy landing in Oz, with bright color almost blinding in comparison to the dull, lifeless tones of black and white -- how very real the disrespect in society is and how it functions as a living, breathing terror in the lives of just about everyone on the planet. And they don't even know it.

What is respect?

I take no stock in Wikipedia on a regular day, but I do appreciate the complexity of its definition here:

re·spect/riˈspekt/

Noun:
A feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements.
Verb:
Admire (someone or something) deeply, as a result of their abilities, qualities, or achievements.
Synonyms:
noun.  regard - esteem - reverence - deference - consideration
verb.  honour - honor - esteem - regard - venerate - revere

Wives need to think about this, memorize the words, recall their dating days with Dear Husband when you said and did things that brought life to the words, and start afresh in bringing them to life right now.  No cause for pause, ladies.  Your life will change and so will his.  Everyone wins.  You, him, your kids, your friends, your extended families and soon, others you will share this vital information with because you can't believe the difference a legitimate, purposeful use of "think before you speak" can provide.  The joy you find in offering respect to the man who thrives on it will change the way you think, feel and act.  You will mirror Christ through it.  You will delight in it.  And you will have to work at it.

Yes, I wrote it.  You will have to make an effort and it will not be easy.

Culture Defines Us Today, but Should It?  We Need to Be Peculiar!

Titus 2:14 tells us,
"... Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and purify unto himself a peculiar people, zealous of good works."
God wants us to be different.  He asked the Israelites to make themselves different from other races, to dress, act, eat, worship and live differently, to set themselves apart from unbelievers, to be God's chosen people and look like it.  And, as Christians, we should follow along the path to peculiarity.  Believe me, acting and speaking respectfully to your husband will plunge you right into the peculiarity pool.

Culturally, we have climbed to the top of the sliding board and plummeted to the ground, in my opinion.  The Women's Liberation movement of the 1960's (in revolt against the June Cleaver image of the 1950's) began a defiance against authority.  It helped throw a tarp over Biblical teaching, covering it with the labels "archaic," "old-fashioned," and "obsolete."  Women picked up the mantle of "Equality" and began demanding equal rights.  They poured vinegar all over society, acted out in dramatic, rude and unladylike fashion, all in the name of gaining an equal foothold with men.

Biblically, that's wrong.  Ephesians 5:22-24 instructs us,
"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord.  For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior.  Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything."

How do we dispute this in daily living?  Please don't think of the husbands who speak and/or act abusively, or who use the Bible as shackles and chains on women to keep them in a wrong place of slavery or demeaning status -- not Biblical.  We're talking about sane people, trying to do right, trying to live with godly purpose, as well as about unbelievers who can see The Light and follow it with us.  The  verse about respect follows this just 9 verses after the above.  It's part and parcel.  We can't pretend we didn't see it.  Submit.  Respect.  Respect and submit.  Submit respectfully.  Respectfully submit.  Respect with submission.  Submit with respect.  No matter how you say it, it brings honor to God -- and to your husband.

Television ushered in "The Cosby Show" among others -- "Roseanne", "Married, with Children," and other horror stories depicting men as the dolts or demons of the household.  Women took the helm and ruled with iron fists in the name of humor and entertainment.  Men reduced to Neanderthal status with brains tuned in to nothing important, uttering funny phrases and laughable deflation of their egos at the hands of "strong" women.

"Strong" = BULLYING  here.  

The media streaming into our homes floated in disrespect for men at varying levels, along with the giggles and laughter.  If  we laugh at something, does that mean we condone it?  Those around us often believe it to be so.

And many of us take it, hook, line and sinker.  Disrespectfulness flows more mightily than anyone in the past decades would believe.  Think of the people rolling in their graves at this ... this modern society.

We need to reel it in and bait those hooks with respect.

It's Make or Break.  Seriously.

Obviously, I did not discover this respect thing.  God gave it to us.  It's in black and white and in many languages.  It's there once, and it's blatant, no flowery language, no hidden meaning.  Through reading and searching books, blogs, and those around me, I discovered its power -- because God put it where I needed it, and probably tried nicely handing it to me more often than I know.  I, fully clothed in the self-righteousness only a woman can wear, flew at my struggling husband without seeing him for what he really was, without recognizing his strengths, without noticing that he's as sweet and innocent as our son who exudes his dad's every innocent chromosome on a daily basis.  My men share a sense of humor, blond hair, and a deep need to feel esteemed by the woman in their lives:  me.

With great clarity, my eyes saw only condemnation through his words and actions.  Uncaring, distant, and selfish.  That was my husband.  And he was.  He was because I couldn't see the forest for the trees.  I saw the parts that Satan put out there, like the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.  What about everything else?  All the other trees that would provide for me and keep me safe, healthy and following the right path?   I saw only the parts my own selfishness wanted to see, magnified, multiplied and out of proportion.  I was horrible, self-righteous and lost.  I topped it off with lots of Christian music, church attendance, work in ministry, and volunteer work.  I looked great in the eyes of those around me -- everyone except for my husband, the one whom I vowed to honor, cherish and love all the days of my life.  I was a facade.

You may have done, or are doing what I did.  Do you find yourself filling your life with your kids, with volunteering, or with working more and more?  Do you find yourself complaining to other wives about your husband and his long list of short-comings?  Do you find yourself cheering inwardly at the agreeing nods and reciprocal stories of other women that do nothing but justify your negative feelings?  Do you find yourself following up words with your husband with thought attachments such as, " ... you  idiot!" or, "I might as well do it myself."

You need to stop, and stop now.  Grab your Bible and read that chapter of Ephesians.  Read it again.  Memorize it if you can.  Write it where you will see it and remember it.  Make a poster out of it.  Continuing on the path of disrespectfulness will lead to destruction.  You will find yourself living only with a roommate, or a housemate, or maybe even alone.  Living as a disrespectful wife will not produce fruit.  It does not glorify or honor God.  It does not hold true to the vows you made on your wedding dat.  It does not align with what your husband saw in you when you dated or while you were engaged.

If you live with disrespectful attitudes and ways, you are living in the world.  Sinning willfully, even.  You are not peculiar, you are just like too many others.  Dare to be different and when you do, you will find the husband you thought you lost, and maybe more.   He will act differently toward you -- though it may take time.  My husband took months to begin trusting me to handle his heart again.  But even early on, I found eye contact with him again.  I had forgotten how blue his eyes were.

You can start right now by asking forgiveness of God.  When you can, now or at some point in the future, ask forgiveness of your husband.  If you can't see your shortcomings in this, ask God to show you and be prepared when he does.  Ask that he remove your pride from the mix, that he mold your heart, renew your mind, and guide your spirit to his glory.  Ask that he open the eyes of your husband's heart, which may be sealed shut to you after a long time of suffering at your hands.  Begin measuring your thoughts, words and actions.  Let out only:
"... whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." (Philippians 4:8)

Don't hesitate.  It will feel foreign at first, and many times it's a hard path to take as you relearn how to be a decent, respectful wife.

As you go, don't forget to let your light shine.  You will most certainly see results when you do.  This will be God's doing, not yours.  Listen intently.  Be still, and know that He is God.