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Friday, December 30, 2016

The Persimmon that Drew Me to Worship



If you've never had a persimmon before, that's your first mistake. I first tried this fruit a few years ago when I spontaneously became a vegan for a few months. As a baby vegan who loved(and still loves) food more than you can imagine, I was desperate to find some foods that were unique and delicious. There are only so many apples and bananas you can eat until you want to throw up at the sight of them. 

A persimmons aren't very popular in our part of the world and thus also rather expensive. Most Kroger employees pause during my checkout process and pick up the fruit and stare at it for an uncomfortable amount of time possibly pondering why this tomato looks so weird. Many resort to asking me what this strange creation is; others are lucky enough to find a sticker. 

It is hard to find them in stores. They're often sanctioned to the specialty fruit section, if the store even carries them at all. They're also a seasonal fruit only available in the winter. It is even harder to find a plump, juicy, ripe, squishy, ready-to-eat persimmon. You see, if you buy a persimmon that is not ripe yet and try to eat it, you will spit it out immediately upon first taste. I've never had the pleasure of this experience, because I know how important it is to know how a fruit looks, feels, and smells when it is ripe. To make the mistake of eating underripe fruit can be stomach-churning. Ironically, a persimmon looks worse when it is ripe. It becomes very sensitive to bruising and feels like a really good fruit to throw at someone in a food fight. It's skin becomes chalky and spotty overall looking pretty unappetizing.

 However, if you can get past the strange outer appearance and prepare the fruit properly, it will be a delicious adventure that you won't easily forget. The fruit is creamy and sweet. If it is ripe enough, it practically melts in your mouth. It's like a cooked pumpkin and a ripe tomato had a baby. It is juicy and soft and leaves you wanting more. 



So, this morning I woke up earlier than I wanted to, due to stress dreams, with a headache and a feeling or dizziness. I took a relaxing hot bath and drank a bottle of water and was feeling better, but just a little hungry so I cut up my sweet persimmons to enjoy. As a disclaimer I have to say that perhaps I enjoy food more than most people or as my husband would say annoyedly, "Not everybody has make love to each bite of their food like you do." 😂😂😂

It's true not many people don't find joy in waking up early and having to process fruits only to enjoy a scant amount of something that you will still be hungry after eating. But I do. I enjoy it because I love the experience of beauty through taste. It's the same reason people work so hard to climb to the top of a mountain, or travel to remote parts of the country. It's the same reason people put their lives in danger and climb atop their roofs do hang an insane amount of Christmas lights. It's the same reason some women spend hours washing, drying, curling, grooming, and primping to get ready in the morning. It is to experience beauty. Beauty compels us.


When people experience great beauty it is often so marvelous that we glorify the object of beauty. But knowing that every good and perfect gift comes from our creator I can't help but think of Him when I experience beauty. I encounter beauty and marvel at a creator that could concieve such loveliness and then gift it to His children. 


Think about creating a beautiful clay pot. Mixing the clay, spinning and carefully shaping it, baking it and painting it with delightful colors and artistry. Now think about handing that pot to your child as a gift. You can tell your child to place it only on the windowsill and not run by it too fast and knock it over, but the truth is that child has the freedom to choose how to react to that gift and ultimately what might happen to it by accident or choice. If you've ever given a gift to a child that has been under appreciated, possibly dropped on the floor and trampled in the rush to get to the next gift, then you know the risk you are taking.  If you've ever spent an immense amount of money or time on something that got broken, your know the dissappointment you may face. 

BUT if you've ever thought long and hard about a perfect gift and meticulously planned to spend time and money preparing that gift, braving crowded shops and scouring the internet, and you give it to someone that appreciates all the beauty and work and creativity in it. You know the joy that it can bring. It draws you closer to a person and makes the receiver feel incredibly loved. I believe that was God's true purpose for beauty. All the other twisted uses for it are in vain. God created beauty to draw us closer to Him and to make us feel unimaginably loved. 

Oftentimes we recognize beauty in big monumental things. The peak of a mountain with a glorious mountain range view, someone being healed of a terminal illness, the grandeur of a beautiful planned and expensive wedding, million dollar mansions and cathedrals, college graduation, the birth of a child, Christmas day etc. We dress up and take pictures and make a big deal out of these times. When things like this happen we say things like WOW! Praise God, this is amazing! We feel close to God and express gratitude toward Him. 

 


But, y'all. Let me tell you, the Lord has been challenging me. He has been pursuing my heart to love Him in more than just these grand, glorious moments in my life. He has been provoking me to recognize His presence in the beauty of ALL things big and small, but especially the small. Because these big monuments things happen infrequently. God wants me (and you) to be drawn to him daily, hourly even. 

So most mornings go like this I wake up filled with anxiety. Many times I am dizzy or sore or tired or have a headache or feel depressed. I feel unprepared, overwhelmed, and rushed at the task of life. My mind hurries through the list of all the things I need to accomplish that day and how much time I have to get those things done. Oh yeah, I also have to eat, look presentable, pack something to eat again later, and possibly even later if it's gonna be one of those days. The pressure builds in my mind to be all the things I'm supposed to be a good wife, an inspiring and result producing educator, a hard-working homemaker, a caring friend, and finally "a good Christian."  In these moments the last thing on my mind is stoping and pondering how beautiful this world is and the many beautiful things in it.

But the Holy Spirit has an uncanny ability to stop me in these moments. Scripture says God's mercies are new every morning. And on these same mornings I also experience the relief of a warm bath and the sweet, relaxing smell of eyculaptus oil. I have my thirst quenched by fresh spring water and experience the delicious taste of a perfectly ripe persimmon. I experience the joy of having a warm home on a cold winter morning and being surrounded by people whom I love and who love me dearly. I get to see the sweet faces of children and do meaningful work. God blesses us SO richly each day and each hour. 

My challenge, and maybe a challenge for you as well is that we stop only praising God in the enormously beautiful moments of our lives. May we see the exceptionally unique and pleasing gifts that our Father gives us each day even in the mundane, routine, and crazy busy areas of our lives. May those slight and fleeting gifts draw us closer to Him in gratitude and worship and allow us to love Him even more deeply each day. 






Monday, July 25, 2016

I Have a Confession to Make

In our Bible study group and in our church over the past few months or so we have been studying the book of Acts. Acts is a book about the beginnings of the Christian movement after Jesus's death and resurrection. We are studying Acts to learn about what the early church looked like and how we can learn from their mistakes and triumphs. We are trying to find out what God wants to teach us in the midst of a new church plant that we are a part of at Fellowship Pellissippi Church. Let me tell you what I have learned.

I have learned that the Apostles spoke truth, boldly. That the fear of death, imprisonment, stoning, and persecution was a very close reality for the Apostles when they were speaking truth. However, that looming cloud did not even cause them to wince. In fact in chapter 5 they rejoice that they were worthy enough to beaten for Jesus's name. It's an intense book.

So fast forward to the present in southern North America. This is NOT what Christianity is supposed to look like. I imagine if Paul was alive to see this, that many churches would be getting letters. In my few years in southern Christian culture I have seen a pendulum swing. When I first became a Christian I saw judgmental hypocrites who made certain sins out to be taboo isolating those people from the love of Christ, while the sins these very same Christians struggle with are made out to be less of a big deal somehow. Let me tell you that in this instance, Satan has won. He has kept people from the redeeming freedom of Jesus with judgement. Let scripture speak some truth to that.

1. Romans 3:23 We are ALL sinners. All meaning Christian and Non-Christian alike. And just because I become a Christian does not mean I magically stop sinning. CHRISTIANS SIN EVERY DAY. That's why we need Jesus.

2. Luke 4:18 Jesus came to set the captives free. All humankind is captive to sin. God made himself into a human person to take the punishment that we should get for ALL OUR SIN, so that we can have a relationship with him. THE GOSPEL IS GOOD NEWS!

On the other end I have seen southern Christian culture swing from judgmental hypocrites to a bunch of scared pansies. I am including myself in this. We are so afraid of offending people that we don't speak truth. We compartmentalize our lives in to groups of people where it is okay to speak truth in one, but in the other we act like truth doesn't exist. Satan has won here, too. He has kept people from the redeeming love of Jesus with fear. Here is some more truth.

1. 2 Timothy 1:7 God has not called us to a spirit of fear and timidity, but a spirit of POWER, LOVE, and SELF-CONTOL. Romans 8:15 We did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but a spirit of adoption as sons and daughters of the Creator of the universe!

2. Romans 8:31 If GOD is for us, who can be against us? Ps. 27:1 The LORD is my light and salvation, whom shall I fear?

3. Acts 1:8 The last thing Jesus says to the disciples is that they will receive the power of the Holy Spirit, not to treasure it and adore it and sing worship songs to it and then hang it up in their closets with their Sunday church clothes, but to share it with all people to the ends of the earth. The freedom we have been given in Christ is not a light to be hidden under a bowl (Matt. 5:14ff) or a shiny golden coin to be buried in the dirt until Jesus comes (Matt. 25:14ff). Out of the abundance of joy in our hearts, our mouths should speak. Luke 6:45

Now. I have not written this post to bash Christians. I have written this post to proclaim truth. Truth to myself and to others. The Spirit of God works within us to help us realize our sin and repent of it. My sin right now is allowing my fears to muffle the message of truth. I want to confess that I feel completely lost when it comes to sharing the freedom of Christ in America. I don't know what a good "model of Evangelism" is or how to begin in a conversation about Jesus to a friend who doesn't know Him. I confess to feeling completely overwhelmed when I think about sharing the Good News where I am right now. BUT what I DO know is that I and many Christians around me have been fooled into believing any and every excuse to not do what Jesus  has called us to do because it is VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. But God is moving in my life and in the community of my church. He proclaiming the truth of scripture to me that is really stinkin' scary, but nonetheless true. When I read the parable of the talents (Matt 25:14ff), I am honestly terrified because God has given me a gift of Grace and I've buried it in my heart. I adore it like a shrine in my closet. I only talk about it in places where I am safe from judgement with like-minded people.

And as I melt into a wimpy puddle of fear and sink in an ocean of self-doubt, I hear the authoritative voice of Jesus reminding me that I AM a daughter of the Most High God. I AM redeemed by a God who is MIGHTY to save. Fear has no place at the sound of His Great Name. The Spirit of this very God dwells within me and has the power to do far more than we can ever ever ask or imagine. God has surrounded me with men and women who fear and love Him. This is His church whom he adores. A church that though it may falter, makes glad the city of God. He is in the midst of her and she will not fail.


Psalm 46

1God is our refuge and strength,
a very presentb help in trouble.
2Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
3though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah
4There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
5God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
6The nations rage, the kingdoms totter;
he utters his voice, the earth melts.
7The LORD of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah
8Come, behold the works of the LORD,
how he has brought desolations on the earth.
9He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;
he breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
he burns the chariots with fire.
10“Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!”
11The LORD of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah






Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Quarter life crisis.


Wow.
It's been almost 5 years since my last blog post.
I thought about deleting all my old posts and starting over, but those posts are part of who I am. And some of them are not bad for an emotional high schooler. haha They are my history, however awkward and embarrassing.

So I have been having a lot of weird life circumstances that have made me especially emotional and made me do some peculiar things. I feel like I am in high school again and I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. It's funny how things are cyclical. Naturally I turned to blogging, because that's how I solved my problems in high school.

For the last four years I have been a busy, blustering mess. I have been fooled into thinking theres a lot of stuff that I am "supposed" to be doing. I have this massive fear that if I don't do things right in my life that all the bad things that happened to me in the past will happen again and make me feel utterly hopeless and I will be a major disappointment to God.

Needless to say it's been a little stressful. In April I turned 24, so I am terming this awkward stage in my life my "quarter-life crisis." I bought a ukulele and am teaching myself to play, although I've never played a musical instrument in my life. It's super relaxing and I love it. I also started listening to all the weird indie music that I used to listened to in high school. Not that my previous balance of Christian radio and as my husband calls it "gangster rap" was any better. Alas, here I am. For the first time in 4 or 5 years I have had to slow down, unless I want to go mad. I think that up until this point I have just been rushing to the next task and ignoring all my problems. Working multiple jobs and being in college, student teaching, first year of teaching and marriage. That's what my life has been for 4 years. Now I have off for the summer. I have so much time and its made me think about what I'm really doing.

So I was sitting in church last Sunday and Brad Raby had a great message on the book of Acts. How have I missed this? I have been a Christian for over a decade and here I am sobbing, thinking, "I can't believe God would allow his incredible power to reside in me, the worst of sinners." How amazing is God!?

Here I am.

A broken vessel of skin

made from dirt

the only thing that gives me any significance

is His breath

in my lungs.

I have it inside me.

I am a Holy Spirit-filled human person with all the irony that exists in that statement.

I am clothed in His Righteousness

All my stupidity

All my shame

All of my busyness

All of my anger

All of my fear

All of my hurt

All of my incompetence

IS WASHED.

His Holiness, Power, and Love is greater than all of my sin.

Even after I am washed

In this is incredible injustice of Grace

I am filled

filled with power

filled with love

filled with laughter

filled with gratitude

filled with wonder

filled with joy

filled with the Spirit of the Most High God.

and although I have known it for a decade

I have never believed it.

That is why I am sitting in this high school auditorium, crying like I am really still in high school.
That is why I am raising my arms in abandonment, because such Grace is to wonderful for me to bear.

God has shaken me.

And that is why I am writing this blog like a high schooler
And sharing this good, good news.