Sunday, July 4, 2021

Ideals matter

As we celebrate the 4th of July, America's independence day, today, I am struck by the many conversations we have had about freedom of late.
As a follower of Jesus I hold specific views on freedom centrred around Galations 5, "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love."
What does it mean to chase after freedom for all?  I have no answers.  America and the church have a history of failed attempts at doing it well.  But one thing I know, we must not let our failures paralyze us and hold us back from continuing to fight for the ideal that freedom is for everybody.  To stand against injustice and oppression means to hold ideals and wrestle in imperfect spaces.  We may get it wrong, but let's continue to bravely and courageously stand and speak for what will bring freedom for ourselves and those around us.
This Sunday morning I encourage you to join me in meeting with Jesus - wherever you are most comfortable connecting with him.  I have found he has a desire to free us from all that keeps us in bondage if we will just allow him to carry it (no easy task for me).
Happy 4th of July!
Let freedom ring!

Saturday, August 1, 2020

the Psalms and Discipleship/Spiritual Growth

"the Psalms should be a reminder to us all that God is still there, God is still good, and God is still worthy of all the praise. "(http://blog.blackhawkchurch.org/the-beauty-of-the-book-of-psalms-a-curated-spotify-playlist/)
I have been spending the summer in the Psalms with my church family at Solanabeach.church.  To be honest, I wasn't sure I could do it.  Spending the summer in the Psalms has become a routine and lamenting in the midst of summer fun and festivities has often been a challenging fit.  How do you Chase Joy when your church asks you to sit in lamenting?  I wasn't sure I was up for the challenge.
So here we are 6 weeks in - smack dab in the middle of lament.
Now, I have to admit this summer's series has been significantly less focused on lamenting.  We have been combining the Psalms with ACTS (Adoration, Confession/Lament, Thanksgiving, Supplication) so we have also just had 3 weeks off from lamenting and I know the next three weeks will also be a reprieve.  I also should admit a friend who isn't on this Psalm journey with us posted a video yesterday about lament being transformed into praise.  Such a reminder to me that we serve a God who meets us where we are at but doesn't leave us there.
As I started this summer's Psalm series I was determined to find it life-giving even as I dreaded it.  My experience of God has been that he likes to surprise me and to transform grief, hurts, and pain.  I have also been raised that Scripture, God's Word, is life-giving and I have memorized proof-texts to go with that belief (which I have kept front and center as I have walked through the Psalms this summer).  ACTS has been a perfect companion to that.
Now, to throw a side-note in here, our summers are normally filled with weeks of play, Vacation Bible Schools (a.k.a. High-Energy Week-Long Parties), Summer Camp (intense adventure, rest, and recreation), as well as lazy days and exploration.  So Summer 2020 has had to be rethought in mostly every imaginable way.  There has been a natural mingling of loss and joy.  A 15,12 and 11 year old ensure my experience is constantly mingled with a roller coaster of other emotions and perspectives.  Not only am I dragging myself to the Psalms for the summer but I am also trying to develop a desire, thirst for Scripture in them as I parent/disciple.
How do you encourage enthusiasm when you feel no enthusiasm yourself?
Six weeks in I have found it a lot easier than expected...of course we still have 6 weeks to go.
So back to ACTS.  My kids' discipleship has looked very different from mine.  By the time I was their ages I had read my Bible cover-to-cover, could recite verse after verse from memory, excelled at Bible Trivia, and could readily pronounce all the books of the Bible as well as their order.  My kids can locate any Scripture (regardless of translation) by a quick request to Google or Alexa. YouTube provides endless instruction or commentary on most any question they inquire about. And, when it comes to identifying locations: why look at a map when you can pull up a 3D tour with the touch of a button?
So can we just say that enthusiasm for sitting with a Psalm for a week at a time wasn't a natural response?  A desire to delve into "the trees of Lebanon" didn't make their summer bucket list. My creativity after weeks of distance learning was dried up. I was wallowing with Solomon in his declaration in Ecclesiasties that there is nothing new under the sun.
This was a good space to start our exploration of Psalms: ACTS of Worship, because looking up to God --focusing on adoration (the A of ACTS) -- tends to put life back into perspective.  And "Chair" time (commonly referred to as quiet time, solo time, daily devotional time, etc) seemed like an achievable goal.  After all, the research supports it (Reveal, Gallop, Pew).  Bibles, journals, and chairs (spaces to sprawl) were all readily accessible for use.  My 6th grader even had a church supplied box of fun-filled activities to equip her and her family. And time seems readily available in Summer 2020.  So when this "practice" seemed hard we talked about discipline and perseverance , the fact that playing soccer wasn't all play.  And as Confession/Lament and Thanksgiving came and went I wondered if I had the endurance for what I had considered a simple task.  I found myself justifying - we were using short Psalms, easily memorizable if the desire was even minimal.  Why was something that was supposed to be good and life-giving, so hard? Surely, with practice, it was supposed to get easier.  Maybe the research was wrong.  Maybe times have changed and discipleship isn't needed anymore.  It was clear nothing we were doing was capturing their imagination.  Bibles, journals, chairs, and even boxes of fun-filled activities weren't creating the dynamic space of spiritual growth I had envisioned.  
I believe all scripture is life-giving, not just my favorite parts.  My intentionality, personally, was improving my attitude towards "another summer" in the Psalms.  God had new things to show me each day as I submitted to God and my community.  Why weren't my kids getting as much out of this?  Their attitude starting out had been a lot better than mine.
I looked to the experts.  I asked youth leaders, other parents, researchers, authors.  Some chalked it up to the mystery of God, divine revelation.  Others offered words of blame and shame.  Some skirted the questions offering diversion or a different path.
As the weeks wore on I debated whether I just needed to wait on God to give a desire for Scripture to my children.  I wondered at the fact that we don't instruct kids in other subjects that way.  Here, sit with these formulas a few minutes everyday and you will learn to love math, organic chemistry, or physics.  I reflected on my own journey and talked with others who have a love of God and his Word.  I found other teens and pre-teens who had a love for God's Word.  I asked questions of my kids...and then asked more.  I looked at the resources they had to unpack Scripture.  I asked what questions they were asking and what methodologies they were using.  We reflected on their experiences and teachings they have received over the years and how they might apply to the Psalms.  We have thought back together on how they have experienced God all the while taking determined steps to explore the Psalms.  
As we have walked through ACTS we have seen how Adoration (our humble understanding of who God is and what he does) shapes our understanding of Scripture.  "I wonder...what this Psalm says about God". And as we wonder together both our knowing and the mystery grow.  We look at Confession/Lament and privately and communally ask, How can we live better, be more obedient, embrace freedom more readily? Thanksgiving seems to come more naturally when we have let Scripture shape our lives.  Supplication, asking, is transformed - why not go big?  Dream the impossible.  Step out courageously.  Rest peacefully.  Play hard.  Tackle the insurrmountable.  
Or just hope that tomorrow there will be a Bible, journal, and chair calling your name so you can step into ACTS again, experiencing the Psalms in conversation with our God, who "is still there, ...still good, and... still worthy of all the praise."

http://blog.blackhawkchurch.org/the-beauty-of-the-book-of-psalms-a-curated-spotify-playlist/

Saturday, March 31, 2018

about Finality and Hope

After Good Friday service we stopped for ice cream.  On the way my husband reflected on Good Friday services of his youth and how the service ended in silence with a door slamming a auditory symbol of thd finality of death.
Our 3rd grader has been wrestling with Good Friday being Sad Friday - as our conversations have progressed I am still unclear what she feels is the saddest part - Jesus dying, the way he died and how he was tortured, the abandonment by his friends, his separation from the Father in taking on our sins.

As she has been orating her way through Holy Week on the sadness of Good Friday, I have also been walking with a friend who's 4 year old granddaughter has a blood clot threatening amputation of her foot - a  perfectly healthy child fighting to return to dance class and the joys of childhood.
Have you ever felt all hope was lost?
As Holy Saturday dawns I believe the disciples had to feel some hopelessness - Jesus, their Messiah, had been crucified by the Romans.
How often do I feel the powers of today have out performed God?  How often do I forget that good wins out?  How often do I lose faith in the Good Friday moments of life forgetting that Sunday is coming?

Last night we left worship not in silence and mourning but in anticipation of Sunday.  I want to live life like that more - not that there isn't a time for grief, mourning is important-- but I want to focus through the Good Friday moments of life on the fact that I serve a risen Savior who offers hope to all.


Friday, January 5, 2018

Welcoming in 2018 - New Beginnings

Are you ready for a new year?  Are there pieces of last year you want to continue and others you hope to never experience again?  Maybe you don't even want to recognize the new year - just another change of day, not a big deal?

I am excited about 2018 - we just put solar on our roof, had a family wedding, and start soccer tryouts on Monday.  Life is full!  Our two weeks off have been a great time to regroup as family, connect with friends, and just break from routine.  But as they are coming to an end the conversation shifted on our way home last night as the question was raised of what we look forward to with Monday's return to school - the desire to return to routine, friends we haven't seen, unfinished projects that we have new vision for and can't wait to get back to.

I can't wait to experience the good things God has for us in 2018.  But as I read my devotional this morning, I was struck by a word picture that was used.  "God's path for your life is a collision course; the intersection where you gift crashed into the world's need is where you will truly begin to live"  (You can read the full devotion at http://bible.com/r/159 )

As an accident reconstructionist, this word picture speaks to me on many levels.  So often we think of the beauty of us offering our gifts to the world, of trying to make the world a better place.  But there is so often this discord and abruptness to our offerings.  Sometimes it is just my ongoing learning curve.  I am learning to use my gifts and it is seldom perfect the first time - or the 50th time around.  Sometimes it is my lack of obedience - I hear what God says but feel my ways are better.  I want to focus on what I see as important rather than what God calls me to in the moment.  I can't let go of my own desires.  My impatience gets in the way.  I want to see positive or successful end results more than I desire to trust God's process.

I serve a good, faithful God.  Do I believe that enough to find joy in the every day nitty, gritty of every day life?  To embrace the times when using my gifts feels more like a collision than a great privilege of being a part of God's big story?

May this be the year to be free indeed.  To let go of the things we leave behind and embrace all things new.

Michael Card Things we Leave Behind
There sits Simon
So foolishly wise
Proudly he's tending his nets
Then Jesus calls
And the boats drift away
All that he owns he forgets

More than the nets
He abandoned that day
He found that his pride was soon drifting away
It's hard to imagine the freedom we find
From the things we leave behind

Matthew was mindful
Of taking the tax
Pressing the people to pay
Hearing the call
He responded in faith
Followed the Light and the Way

Leaving the people
So puzzled he found
The greed in his heart
Was no longer around and
It's hard to imagine
The freedom we find
From the things
We leave behind

Every heart needs to be set free
From posessions
That hold it so tight
'Cause freedom's not found in the things that we own
It's the power
To do what is right
Jesus, our only posession
Giving becomes our delight
We can't imagine the freedom we find
From the things we leave behind

We show a love for the world in our lives
By worshipping goods we posess
Jesus has laid all our treasures aside
"love God above all the rest"

'Cause when we say 'no'
To the things of the world
We open our hearts
To the love of the Lord and
Its hard to imagine
The freedom we find
From the things we leave behind

Oh, and it's hard to imagine
The freedom we find
From the things
We leave behind

It brings to mind Michael Card's song Joy In The Journey (you can enjoy it at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfW61yKyirY

There is a joy in the journey,
There's a light we can love on the way.
There is a wonder and wildness to life,
And freedom for those who obey.
All those who seek it shall find it,
A pardon for all who believe.
Hope for the hopeless and sight for the blind
To all who've been born of the Spirit
And who share incarnation with him;
Who belong to eternity, stranded in time,
And weary of struggling with sin.
Forget not the hope
That's before you,
And never stop counting the cost.
Remember the hopelessness when you were lost?

Songwriters: Michael J. Card / John W Thompson
Joy in the Journey lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc







Thursday, December 7, 2017

An Advent Prayer

Heavenly Father,

Thank you for sending your son, our Savior.  May we see your saving grace anew this Christmas season.  Fill us with your hope, joy and love.  

May we carve out times of worship and prayer this season.  Let our hearts and minds be filled with your peace regardless of our circumstances.

May the story of Christmas permeate our lives and spread to those around us.  May our children desire you more this season than our holiday trappings.

May your good news be on our lips and hearts as we interact today.  "For today, a Savior is born, in the City of David..." May we welcome others to pray to our newborn king.

May the wonder of the season capture our hearts and minds as we enter into your vision to reconcile humankind to you.    May our churches be unified as your Church.  May love be our loudest voice as we hold strong in our faith in your saving grace.

Amen.

Monday, April 11, 2016

about the local church

What is "my local church", the people of God I belong to and hold myself responsible to?  It is bigger than SBPC where my church membership resides.  It is bigger than MOPS International and the hundreds of local moms I have poured my life into leading and the local groups I coach?  It is bigger than the churches represented by those on our culdesac, those our kids go to school, scouts and play sports with?  It is bigger than our local friendship networks?  It is bigger than our prayers for the new local church plants in our neighborhood?
What does it mean to hold myself responible to something that big?  Surprisingly, it is pretty simple - at least in words.  It simply means surrendering to God's reign in my life and striving to be present where he calls me each day.  Somedays I get a lot wrong, but he is a patient authority who generously offers insights and strategies to do better in the future while encouraging my continual efforts and affirming my worth and growing faithfullness.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

about Being Intentional and Living Out Mission Statements

Solana Beach Presbyterian Church is taking us through a series called For The Life of the World.  This spring we took a step back to October 25th where we had been introduced to Team Z and spent some time getting to know them in person over March 11th (Mel spoke at MOMSnext), 12th ( Mel and Ed shared at a special "Evening with Team Z" event) and the 13th in worship.

Team Z's family mission statement is "Loving, Encouraging, Blessing"

As I heard Ed and Mel share about their mission statement and how they were intentional and focused in parenting my mind wondered how that fit into the culture I was raising my children in a decade later.  With two in college and only one still at home they are in a different stage of parenting than I am with a 10, 8 and 6 year old.  While I live in a culture that promises that the decisions I am making today are impacting their college and career options I feel that being intentional is just the beginning.  As I dug into Team Z's story I saw words that went deeper like Ed's discernment in developing his family's mission statement, the way he sought God's direction.  I heard Mel's attention to understanding who each of her children were uniquely and her passion to connect with and develop them into who God created them to be rather than some worldly mold for "success".  I heard about the time invested as they carved out space to be a family and cheer one another on.  I heard how their church partnered with them in raising children who are world changers.

What does it look like to live out a mission of loving, encouraging and blessing?

Well, I would say it means keeping God at the center - to understand how our story and Jesus' story intertwine in letting us see how God is at work in our lives.

Yesterday, for me, it meant entering into my daughter's space as she mourned that she didn't know what animal/year she was, and, therefore, didn't know when to celebrate as her classmate did. Couldn't I please, please, please tell her what animal she is?  And it was getting down to her eye level and asking "When does Jesus say you should celebrate?" as my heart prayed, "Lord, how do I let her know that it is You and not an animal or year she was born in that will direct her days?"

It means depending on discernment to know how to bring out each one of my children's unique personality and gifting and removing barriers so they can reach their potential.

It means partnering (in our school we call it collaboration) with local churches, global ministries, and my neighbors and community to care for God's world and invest in God's Kingdom.

It means letting my love for God and the world around me grow and encouraging those around me to do the same so that we can all together see God's blessings.

#AFierceFlourishing #ForTheLifeOfTheWorld #NoticeGoodness #StarryEyed