in light of my last post the blog linked here is worth reading.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Reactions to the Gosnell Trial
I don't know how many of you are aware of the murder trial going on in Philadelphia right now. Dr Kermit Gosnell, he doesn't even deserve the title Doctor because of his actions, is on trial right now for his atrocious actions performed to babies in his abortion clinic. I'm following this trial even though it makes me sick to the stomach. To think that a human being can become so calloused to another life. I think it is of special importance to me because I am currently doing the maternity/labor & delivery/pediatric rotation this spring for school. I love the newborns and how they are such a living miracle, really. I struggle to have a Christian attitude toward Gosnell but I remember that he too has a soul and God's heart aches for him to soften his heart and repent of his evil works. Let's pray for justice but at the same time let's pray that somehow God's truth and light would reach this man's dark evil soul and he would repent while there is yet a chance. And let's pray for those whose eyes may be open to how atrocious abortion is that they would realize there are other options available to take care of the life growing inside of them.
The link below is a stirring memoir of the infants whose lives Dr. Gosnell ended.
Spiritual Klutz: To the Infant Victims of Dr. Kermit Gosnell: This post is written in memory of the countless infants who were murdered at the hands of Dr. Kermit Gosnell, who is currently on trial in P...
The link below is a stirring memoir of the infants whose lives Dr. Gosnell ended.
Spiritual Klutz: To the Infant Victims of Dr. Kermit Gosnell: This post is written in memory of the countless infants who were murdered at the hands of Dr. Kermit Gosnell, who is currently on trial in P...
Monday, April 8, 2013
Turning
Good morning and happy Monday! Over the weekend, a theme kept recurring. I attended a service at the Worship Center on Saturday night (they have an awesome worship band!). One of the songs we sang was "Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus". The chorus is still running through my mind.
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace"
I don't know about you but often times I find myself shying away from looking full in Jesus' face. I feel far too dirty to have the courage to look into His eyes. Why am I afraid to look into His face? I think it's because I half-ways believe the lie that Satan feeds me. The lie that Jesus' eyes are full of condemnation and disgust for the sinner that I am. I know it's a lie because Jesus said that He came for the sinner, the sick, and the hurting. In the thick of the battle, I lack the faith I need to refute Satan's lies. My prayer is that Jesus would strengthen my unbelief and help me claim His promises without wavering.
I have this inkling that if I would focus on Jesus' face with all the intensity of attention I can muster, it's then that I will find the strength and courage to rise above Satan's lies and to rise above the stresses of life. If I don't fix my eyes on Him, I will be like Peter and start sinking in this tumultuous sea called life.
My challenge for this week is to discipline myself to look full in Jesus' wonderful face.
Another song that I like that talks about turning to Jesus:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfiPlcuuHhc
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace"
I don't know about you but often times I find myself shying away from looking full in Jesus' face. I feel far too dirty to have the courage to look into His eyes. Why am I afraid to look into His face? I think it's because I half-ways believe the lie that Satan feeds me. The lie that Jesus' eyes are full of condemnation and disgust for the sinner that I am. I know it's a lie because Jesus said that He came for the sinner, the sick, and the hurting. In the thick of the battle, I lack the faith I need to refute Satan's lies. My prayer is that Jesus would strengthen my unbelief and help me claim His promises without wavering.
I have this inkling that if I would focus on Jesus' face with all the intensity of attention I can muster, it's then that I will find the strength and courage to rise above Satan's lies and to rise above the stresses of life. If I don't fix my eyes on Him, I will be like Peter and start sinking in this tumultuous sea called life.
My challenge for this week is to discipline myself to look full in Jesus' wonderful face.
Another song that I like that talks about turning to Jesus:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfiPlcuuHhc
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
"Ramifications of Grace"
The other weekend I heard a talk by Shane Claiborne on the ramifications of Grace. My mind has been cogitating this anomaly of grace. I for one take it for granted. I discovered that I'm not daily overwhelmed by this grace extended to me. I should be daily overflowing with the grace of Jesus given to me at the start of every new day. (Lamentations 3:22-23)
What would change in my life if I would daily recognize the ramification of grace in my life? Do I allow grace to impact me? If no, why not? Do I extend grace to others because of the ramifications in my life? What is grace? What does grace mean to me?
Grace is defined as the unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctification. Archaic definition of grace is interchangeable with the words mercy and pardon. In his talk, Shane gave some examples of grace from an experience of a criminal in prison for life. This man had been convicted of first degree murder and would have been sentenced to death. But the family of the victim were Christians and they refused to press the death sentence for this man. Humanly speaking, the victim's family would have had every right to see their loved one's death vindicated by the death of this man. But they chose instead to exemplify Jesus and His grace. The criminal was so moved by the grace and forgiveness extended to him that he became a Christian through the whole experience. Question is: could I have been that gracious? Am I that quick to extend grace in the moment by moment everyday experiences in my life? Are others touched by God's grace through my life?
Grace wears many different faces in my life. Grace is feeling God's presence when I'm trying to curl up within myself and shut everything out, even Him. Grace is the freeing of my spirit when I repent of my sin and know that God has forgiven me. Grace is the "Neither do I condemn you" moments with Jesus. Grace is the Holy Spirit speaking to me when I seek God's face. Grace is feeling the Everlasting arms wrapped around me when I am hurting and grieving the loss of my dad. Grace is the Spirit putting my groanings to the Father into words. Grace is Jesus pleading my case with the Father when I fall into sin again and again. Grace is the dawning of a new day. Grace is the horse kiss that my horse gives me even though I've been too busy to spend enough time with her. Grace is the loyalty of my dog's happy greetings every morning when I'm still too asleep to be excited over her. Grace is in every moment of my life.
How will I allow grace to impact me today? How will I impact others with God's grace flowing through me?
Grace wears many different faces in my life. Grace is feeling God's presence when I'm trying to curl up within myself and shut everything out, even Him. Grace is the freeing of my spirit when I repent of my sin and know that God has forgiven me. Grace is the "Neither do I condemn you" moments with Jesus. Grace is the Holy Spirit speaking to me when I seek God's face. Grace is feeling the Everlasting arms wrapped around me when I am hurting and grieving the loss of my dad. Grace is the Spirit putting my groanings to the Father into words. Grace is Jesus pleading my case with the Father when I fall into sin again and again. Grace is the dawning of a new day. Grace is the horse kiss that my horse gives me even though I've been too busy to spend enough time with her. Grace is the loyalty of my dog's happy greetings every morning when I'm still too asleep to be excited over her. Grace is in every moment of my life.
How will I allow grace to impact me today? How will I impact others with God's grace flowing through me?
Monday, February 18, 2013
2 Negatives Make a Positive...Really?
Negativity...
It's everywhere.
It's especially rampant in people who are stressed out.
It saps the oxygen out of an atmosphere.
It makes a person focus on even the minutest of inconveniences and exaggerate their effect on their life.
It schools the soul to search out the worst case scenario.
It twists the innocent motives and benign happenings into evidence that the cosmos has a personal vendetta.
It causes a preoccupation with navel gazing to the extent that blessed opportunities are lost.
It drains a person of synergistic energy.
When it rains, it sees the mud puddles - not the glistening rose rising out of the mud.
When it's cold, it feels the damp instead of basking in the warmth of the fire in the hearth.
When it's hot, it wallows in the sticky humidity of the summer day instead of savoring the taste of refreshing cold water.
The food is too bland, too spicy, too cold, too hot, too expensive; the serving too big, too small; the waitress too slow; too grouchy, too friendly.
The professor is too boring; too long-winded; too thorough in presentation.
The exams are too hard; too tricky; too long; not enough points; too close together.
The house is too hot, too cold.
Gas is too expensive; the grocery bill too steep.
Your job takes too much of your time; the pay isn't enough; your boss is too hard to please.
And on and on I could go....
Does any of this sound familiar? We all are a bunch of spoiled kids who think the world revolves around them and them only. Got news for you - the world does not spin on the axis of you or my likes, wants, and "needs". And most of the things we complain nonstop about? Guess what, they are luxuries - things that most folks in other countries never take for granted. They don't even know if they will get the basics of survival for the next day. Still feeling negative about the petty grievances in your life? Then perhaps you ought to stop that navel gazing.
I've been on a self imposed negativity awareness watch here of late. It's amazing how many times I heard it in a day's time once I started tuning my ear for it. And yes, it came out of my mouth far too many times than what I would like to admit. It's debilitating to myself and to others. By being negative, I'm making myself the most miserable, but I'm also making it extremely miserable for those around me too.
I've found that when I'm looking for the negative; things become negative that would not have been negative otherwise. I'm not advocating looking at life with rose-tinted glasses. There is such a thing as reality and being a realist. But it's possible to be a realist and be upbeat about it. I learned that lesson from my Dad. And so many people have told me the same thing about my Dad - what impressed them the most is that in the most impossible of situations, my Dad would find something positive about it or at the very least keep his smile and his upbeat attitude.
That, my friends, is an admirable reputation and legacy to leave with people. I've got me a lot of growing to do. Gotta toss off those dark, stormy-gray glasses and trade them in for glasses that show me the light in every situation.
Happy Monday to you all and hey, do yourself a favor and look for the positive this week!
It's everywhere.
It's especially rampant in people who are stressed out.
It saps the oxygen out of an atmosphere.
It makes a person focus on even the minutest of inconveniences and exaggerate their effect on their life.
It schools the soul to search out the worst case scenario.
It twists the innocent motives and benign happenings into evidence that the cosmos has a personal vendetta.
It causes a preoccupation with navel gazing to the extent that blessed opportunities are lost.
It drains a person of synergistic energy.
When it rains, it sees the mud puddles - not the glistening rose rising out of the mud.
When it's cold, it feels the damp instead of basking in the warmth of the fire in the hearth.
When it's hot, it wallows in the sticky humidity of the summer day instead of savoring the taste of refreshing cold water.
The food is too bland, too spicy, too cold, too hot, too expensive; the serving too big, too small; the waitress too slow; too grouchy, too friendly.
The professor is too boring; too long-winded; too thorough in presentation.
The exams are too hard; too tricky; too long; not enough points; too close together.
The house is too hot, too cold.
Gas is too expensive; the grocery bill too steep.
Your job takes too much of your time; the pay isn't enough; your boss is too hard to please.
And on and on I could go....
Does any of this sound familiar? We all are a bunch of spoiled kids who think the world revolves around them and them only. Got news for you - the world does not spin on the axis of you or my likes, wants, and "needs". And most of the things we complain nonstop about? Guess what, they are luxuries - things that most folks in other countries never take for granted. They don't even know if they will get the basics of survival for the next day. Still feeling negative about the petty grievances in your life? Then perhaps you ought to stop that navel gazing.
I've been on a self imposed negativity awareness watch here of late. It's amazing how many times I heard it in a day's time once I started tuning my ear for it. And yes, it came out of my mouth far too many times than what I would like to admit. It's debilitating to myself and to others. By being negative, I'm making myself the most miserable, but I'm also making it extremely miserable for those around me too.
I've found that when I'm looking for the negative; things become negative that would not have been negative otherwise. I'm not advocating looking at life with rose-tinted glasses. There is such a thing as reality and being a realist. But it's possible to be a realist and be upbeat about it. I learned that lesson from my Dad. And so many people have told me the same thing about my Dad - what impressed them the most is that in the most impossible of situations, my Dad would find something positive about it or at the very least keep his smile and his upbeat attitude.
That, my friends, is an admirable reputation and legacy to leave with people. I've got me a lot of growing to do. Gotta toss off those dark, stormy-gray glasses and trade them in for glasses that show me the light in every situation.
Happy Monday to you all and hey, do yourself a favor and look for the positive this week!
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
"The Jesus I Never Knew"
Good morning, folks! Yes, I do still exist! After a stretch of silence, there are many avenues I could take but I want to share with you my renewed passion to know my Jesus more intimately.
I was looking over my packed bookshelves the other night in search of a medical textbook when a title on a book spine jumped out at me. "The Jesus I Never Knew" by Philip Yancey. I recalled being all excited about picking this like new book up in a used bookstore and being eager to start it as soon as I got home. But alas, this book got lost in the shuffle and since I've got enough bookshelves now, it was unearthed from a box and set on the shelf. Funny how it didn't strike me when I was transferring my books onto the shelf.
Perhaps I now have more of an intimate interest in exploring Jesus than what I did back a couple of months ago. Am I alone in these periods of lackadaisical perception of Jesus? I don't think so. Does everyone want to admit their times of struggle with this lack of interest? I think we all feel alone in this struggle and feel somewhat less of a Christian if we admit it. I know I struggle with doubts of my sincerity in my Christian walk if I don't feel a consuming desire to learn more about Jesus. Satan knows too that he can get me down pretty quick with these doubts. If he gets me to wallow around in my doubts and insecurity, I'll be so consumed with that I'll waste time that could be spent in fanning the smoldering ashes of interest into a burning passion to reconnect with my Redeemer.
How many times does Jesus Himself get lost in the shuffle of my life? Do I pack Him away and attempt to confine Him to a box? A box with borders well inside my comfort zone and my stipulations of "sane Christianity". You know when you say, "Wait, wait, not too radical here, Jesus, after all what will others think about me if You lead me to a more passionate lifestyle, a more intense emotional investment in life?" I am guilty of holding the reins back way too much in my relationship with Jesus. How do I expect Him to be able to move in me and work through me if I'm constantly pulling back? I know that feeling somewhat - when my horse is being obstinate and refusing to engage in riding and give it all she's got when I ask her to gallop, it's frustrating and I nigh to lose my temper with her. That's essentially what I'm doing with Jesus - He says, "Lets gallop!" And I say, "I'll fully engage my heart for the next 5 minutes but then I'm gonna fall back into my safe routine of Christianity."
Why don't I know Jesus more intimately and grasp His passionate zeal? I can't use the excuse that there's not enough info available about Him. I have no excuse. God has revealed Himself clearly in all of Scripture and the Messiah is the main theme woven all through the tapestry of God's Word. The ball is in my court - am I going to play it or ignore it? Does the intensity of Jesus scare me? Does His unapologetic direct approach to truth make me uncomfortable? Does His reckless abandon of man's preconceived boundaries of righteousness infringe on my space? What is it that prevents me from losing myself in Him?
Modern day mainstream Christianity has tamed down what it means to live for Jesus. We don't want to offend anyone and we cringe from appearing radical. We want want only what's easy and whatever goes with the flow. Too often I am guilty of restricting the power of Jesus in my life, simply because I am reluctant to go at a gallop with Him.
I have decided I am going to study just who this Jesus is. I am going to put aside my preconceived ideas of Him and look at Him through the eyes of the Gospel writers as though I were learning about Him for the first time. I desire to be radically changed by Jesus without impeding the process by dragging my heels. I will work my way through the Gospels taking my time in order to scrutinize Jesus rather than giving Him my passive attention. I also am going to read Philip Yancey's book along with this study.
I hope to gain some fresh insights and am excited about sharing them with you.
I have decided I am going to study just who this Jesus is. I am going to put aside my preconceived ideas of Him and look at Him through the eyes of the Gospel writers as though I were learning about Him for the first time. I desire to be radically changed by Jesus without impeding the process by dragging my heels. I will work my way through the Gospels taking my time in order to scrutinize Jesus rather than giving Him my passive attention. I also am going to read Philip Yancey's book along with this study.
I hope to gain some fresh insights and am excited about sharing them with you.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Angels Came
You're probably thinking this is another retelling of the Christmas Story. It's not. It's about the reality on earth that Jesus the baby grown-up went through for us as proof that it is possible to survive the Tempter's attacks on our souls.
Recently I was reading out of Matthew 4 about Jesus in the wilderness. Here of late I've been feeling like I'm in the wilderness with no oasis in sight. Sometimes I'm quite sure my GPS is constantly recalculating and meanwhile I'm walking in tiring circles. You ever been there? If so, you know that's when Satan has a hey-day. Maybe you're there right now - perhaps we should make our circles overlap. Misery loves company after all! I fail to remember that my GPS is divinely designed to need daily re-calibration and without that it will be constantly recalculating without successfully pointing me to the shortest route toward Jesus, my centering oasis.
I for one could take a major lesson from Jesus' interaction with Satan here in the wilderness. Jesus wasn't cowed by Satan. Neither was He deceived by Satan's lies. Why? Because Jesus knew His Father's Words by heart and that was how He could successfully refute the lies. Jesus also knew without doubt the power that He had available. And no, the power was not just His because He was still God. He went through this as a human. Hard to grasp? I know; if you're like me you kind of brush off the import of this scene because you say that Jesus had a cop-out. He could pull His being God power out and refute the Devil. I believe though that in reality He faced the devil as fully human, not God, there in the wilderness after forty days of fasting.
Something that also stuck out to me is that verse 1 tells us He was led to the wilderness by the Spirit to be tempted. Ever cross your mind that the Spirit is leading you into your wilderness of temptation? That kind of makes me a little miffed at God. Why does He lead us into the wilderness of temptation of all lonely, trying places and after a time of fasting at that? Perhaps the time of fasting is a time of desolation in your heart where your spiritual nutrition seems scarce or perhaps it's a time of intentional physical fasting in order to concentrate on God's presence in your life. Either way you are hoping for some kind of Divine respite from the personal fasting but instead along comes the Devil. With his lies convincingly cloaked in the very words of Scripture. Think about that for a moment. Satan knows his stuff. If even the devil knows the words of Scripture, how much more we the children of God should be stashing our armory full of those Words. But am I?
Am I ready to fight temptation with the Words of God even though I may be physically spent & weak, spiritually exhausted, thirsty & hungry? Or do I spy the approach of the Devil and think "Oh I'm toast!" before he's even tossed out his first devious suggestion? Do I fume under my breath at God for allowing the Devil to approach me here in my time of weakness after enduring a fast or do I draw my rebuttals from His unending source of Truth? Do I toss the real Truth right back at Satan or do I give pause and consider his twisted, out-of-context versions? Do I persist however many times it takes, however many repeats of the Truth it takes? Do I even have a constantly replenished Arsenal of Truth in my mind and heart to draw from?
One final thread: Do I allow the angels to come near after the temptation has wrung my spirit out? Or am I so scrunched up bemoaning my battle wounds that I don't invite the approach of God's ministering angels? Do I distance myself in the shame of my battle wounds that I forego healing treatment from the One who's been through it all before?
Invite the Veteran Warrior in on your battles no matter how shameful the content. And no matter how remote the wilderness seems, He is there ready to help you fight off the Devil. And God always has His ministering angels, of any shape and form, standing by to move in and minister to your battered soul.
--your fellow soldier in the journey thru the wilderness
Recently I was reading out of Matthew 4 about Jesus in the wilderness. Here of late I've been feeling like I'm in the wilderness with no oasis in sight. Sometimes I'm quite sure my GPS is constantly recalculating and meanwhile I'm walking in tiring circles. You ever been there? If so, you know that's when Satan has a hey-day. Maybe you're there right now - perhaps we should make our circles overlap. Misery loves company after all! I fail to remember that my GPS is divinely designed to need daily re-calibration and without that it will be constantly recalculating without successfully pointing me to the shortest route toward Jesus, my centering oasis.
I for one could take a major lesson from Jesus' interaction with Satan here in the wilderness. Jesus wasn't cowed by Satan. Neither was He deceived by Satan's lies. Why? Because Jesus knew His Father's Words by heart and that was how He could successfully refute the lies. Jesus also knew without doubt the power that He had available. And no, the power was not just His because He was still God. He went through this as a human. Hard to grasp? I know; if you're like me you kind of brush off the import of this scene because you say that Jesus had a cop-out. He could pull His being God power out and refute the Devil. I believe though that in reality He faced the devil as fully human, not God, there in the wilderness after forty days of fasting.
Something that also stuck out to me is that verse 1 tells us He was led to the wilderness by the Spirit to be tempted. Ever cross your mind that the Spirit is leading you into your wilderness of temptation? That kind of makes me a little miffed at God. Why does He lead us into the wilderness of temptation of all lonely, trying places and after a time of fasting at that? Perhaps the time of fasting is a time of desolation in your heart where your spiritual nutrition seems scarce or perhaps it's a time of intentional physical fasting in order to concentrate on God's presence in your life. Either way you are hoping for some kind of Divine respite from the personal fasting but instead along comes the Devil. With his lies convincingly cloaked in the very words of Scripture. Think about that for a moment. Satan knows his stuff. If even the devil knows the words of Scripture, how much more we the children of God should be stashing our armory full of those Words. But am I?
Am I ready to fight temptation with the Words of God even though I may be physically spent & weak, spiritually exhausted, thirsty & hungry? Or do I spy the approach of the Devil and think "Oh I'm toast!" before he's even tossed out his first devious suggestion? Do I fume under my breath at God for allowing the Devil to approach me here in my time of weakness after enduring a fast or do I draw my rebuttals from His unending source of Truth? Do I toss the real Truth right back at Satan or do I give pause and consider his twisted, out-of-context versions? Do I persist however many times it takes, however many repeats of the Truth it takes? Do I even have a constantly replenished Arsenal of Truth in my mind and heart to draw from?
One final thread: Do I allow the angels to come near after the temptation has wrung my spirit out? Or am I so scrunched up bemoaning my battle wounds that I don't invite the approach of God's ministering angels? Do I distance myself in the shame of my battle wounds that I forego healing treatment from the One who's been through it all before?
Invite the Veteran Warrior in on your battles no matter how shameful the content. And no matter how remote the wilderness seems, He is there ready to help you fight off the Devil. And God always has His ministering angels, of any shape and form, standing by to move in and minister to your battered soul.
--your fellow soldier in the journey thru the wilderness
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