The Gospel in a Daffodil

     Daffodils show a flirty glimpse of lacy yellow petticoat just above the ditch line as I drive along, enticing me to dream of spring's warmth.  From still-frozen ground, these first harbingers of spring burst forth, promising an end to winter's darkness and the light of hope.  And I am captured by their teasing, though it's winter still.
    
     The tantalizing hope of a brighter season causes us to believe against all odds.  Before the jonquil first appears, there is little evidence that growth or life will return.  Trees are bereft of leaves or retain just a few brown, lifeless hangers-on.  The whole earth appears barren and sad, locked in the fierce grip of dormant cold.

     Then, one day, up from the ground comes a tiny green shoot.  More appear, and finally a delicate yellow bud tightly closed against the frigid air.  They have always been my favorites because they wave a flag announcing the end of winter and the stealthy approach of spring.  But, to me, they also represent much more.

     They bring memories of flowers "borrowed" from neighbor ladies' yards when I was a child.  They remind me of so many bouquets gathered and shared over the years. Their fresh, heavenly scent fills a room with the assurance of a season of renewal.   But most of all, their bright color boldly proclaims the promise of resurrection and the triumph of new life - the Gospel in a flower.

     As the daffodils fade, may the promise and hope they represent remain.

A fresh start

            As a child, I got really excited about buying new school supplies.  The aisles of the old Ben Franklin held endless fascination as I carefully examined their offerings:  Blue Horse loose leaf notebook paper, yellow number 2 pencils, notebooks, pencil boxes, crayons, paste, report covers… the possibilities were endless to my childish eyes.  I even remember buying such improbable supplies as receipt books.  (Really? Was I planning to conduct a sideline business in third grade?)  

            The supplies themselves were symbolic of a new beginning, a fresh start.  A brand new school year with myriad possibilities.

            As an adult, my paper fetish continues.  I love a new calendar!  At the start of a new year, I enjoy going through the calendar to fill in family birthdays and anniversaries.  As the year progresses, appointments, meetings, deadlines, and other events fill the pages of my calendar, making a sort of diary of our lives when the year has ended.

            I still love a brand new notebook or binder with crisp, unmarked pages to fill.  It may hold a list of books I’ve read, study notes, to do lists, or other things.  But the promise of blank pages still fills me with anticipation and excitement.

            My younger brother and I used to compete to see who got to open the new jar of peanut butter, who got to stick in the first knife or spoon and disturb that perfect, creamy smooth top.

            School supplies, calendars, even a jar of peanut butter - all remind me of the human desire for a fresh start, a new beginning.

            There are days when I’d like to tear off the page and start again on a clean, unmarked sheet.  There are times when I’d like nothing more than a do-over, another opportunity to get it right, a gigantic eraser to remove my errors.  I long for that spotless, white sheet of potential, not the one I have filled with futile scribbling and mistakes.

            A fresh start is what I pray for you and me today.  The reminder that all things are possible with Christ.  It doesn’t take a new notebook or calendar, or even a fresh jar of peanut butter.  It only requires a bent knee and a seeking heart.

The Perfect Christmas

I have wonderful memories of Christmas as a child.  One particularly clear memory is of the year we had blue lights (why blue?) and live greenery decorating the roof edge of our house.  Wearing Chinet paper plates for halos,  my cousins, brother, and I knelt in the blue glow and pretended to be angels worshipping the baby Jesus.  This picture of our childish, simple worship has remained in my mind over the years.

In adulthood, I've learned that  things aren't always what we hoped or planned.  High or unrealistic expectations can lead to disappointment and frustration.

Christmas can fall into that category for me.  In my imagination is the "perfect Christmas" where my home is clean and beautifully decorated, the table is laden with wonderful and delicious food lovingly prepared by me, every member of our family receives just the gift he / she has been wanting, and we all feel the love.  Snow is softly falling outside, and in the glow of candlelight, our family is all together singing Christmas carols.  Picture the closing scene of "It's a Wonderful Life" or your favorite Christmas movie. 

In reality, I become overwhelmed by preparations, shopping, and to do lists.  The end result is a testy, resentful attitude.  My home is not clean or beautifully decorated.  I don't really want to cook enough food to make a table "laden."  But I do want each member of my family to receive the gift he or she needs most, whatever that may be - and it usually doesn't come in a box.

Since I'm Queen of Procrastinators, I almost always underestimate the time remaining before a deadline and how long it will take me to accomplish the necessary tasks.  This year, I thought I had 3 weeks left, only to realize that Christmas is just 2 weeks away!  And so.... I write.

Holidays, and especially Christmas, can be times of stress, family discord, unmet expectations, sadness and depression for some.  Thanks to movies and TV, we have plenty of mental images of the "perfect Christmas" that have nothing to do with the real meaning of Christmas.  Those pictures in our minds of the perfect holiday have more to do with cinematic magic than with a baby born in a cold cattle stall. 

When I think of the fragility of a teenage girl giving birth in a stable and the frailty of a newborn baby lying in a manger, I am struck by the terrible perfection of God's improbable plan.  Could there possibly be a more unlikely way for the Son of God to enter into our world?  No strings of lights, royal proclamations, fireworks, or billboards announced his arrival.  Only a star in the night sky, a sign for those who were watching - a few shepherds, angel choirs, and wise men traveling from a long distance.  The incongruity of God's plan is stunning in its simplicity. 

This year,  may we rejoice  in the simple.  May we celebrate His birth in worshipful, real and honest ways, not cheapened by commercialism or our own selfish expectations.  The truly perfect Christmas is not found in a beautiful tree, expensive gifts, or gourmet meals.  The perfect Christmas is spent in the wonder of a stall with a baby, surrounded by the messiness of life.  



     



   

Politics, football (& religion)

       

It’s often said that politics and religion are two topics best left alone.  In the Deep South, few things are more beloved or hotly contested than religion, politics, and football.  In fact, football IS a religion to some with politics a close runner up. 

 

But here's my suggestion. Support your candidate without attacking the character of the other person running for office. Cheer for your favorite team without trash-talking the competition.  Promote your political party or personal beliefs without degrading those of others.

 

After perhaps the most contentious campaign in U. S. history, the presidential election is just days away.  I wonder how many others are weary of the name calling, mud-slinging, and back stabbing that modern politics have become? Attack ads, rude interruptions, distortions and outright lies are commonplace in the race for President of the United States, the most powerful and one of the most distinguished positions in the world.

 

Politics in our nation have devolved to the lowest form of competition. Rather than running on a record or promoting new ideas and plans, candidates at all levels employ negative ads and character assassination to win elections. At a time when our nation needs true leadership that is selfless and positive, political rhetoric has reached an all-time low. But the trash talk doesn't end with politics.

 

Sports fans are not content to simply cheer for their team. Allegiance to a particular school or team has also sunk to new depths as fans try to boost their team's credibility by verbally destroying the competition.  Those who do this feel the need to tear down their competitors in an effort to elevate themselves. This negativity often leads to ugly confrontations, mean spirited accusations, and downright hatefulness.

 

There are those who employ this same tactic to promote their team, personal ideas, religious beliefs, political views, or other agendas. But behaving like a school yard bully should not be accepted or glorified, whether it's in the political arena, a football stadium, or through social media. Attacking and belittling the beliefs and allegiances of others just because they differ from your own is social bullying.  It is alive and well in our country and is one of the most insidious forms of persecution and discrimination.   The attidtude seems to be:  If you don't agree with me, you must be ______.  (Fill in the blank.)

 

All this makes me wonder… what would Jesus do if He were here today? Somehow I don’t think he would be trash- talking the opposing team. I don’t believe he would humiliate or demean those who supported a different candidate for public office. Jesus convicted his detractors without stooping to petty name-calling.

 

So here’s a little test. As you read the following questions, mentally fill in the blanks. Your answers should reveal something about your attitude.

 

1.) What is your favorite sports team? ____________. Who is their biggest rival?___________. What word would you use to describe the rival team? ___________.

2.) I support ___________ for President of the U. S. When I think of the other candidate, the word(s) that come to mind are _____________________________________________.

 

I challenge all of us to dial down the rhetoric, cool the smack talk, and take a deep breath before posting that snide comment or making a sarcastic comeback. Support your candidate, cheer for your team - just don't do it at the expense of another.

 

"Finally, brothers, 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

 

 

 

 

I can only imagine...

     Yesterday, I heard "I Can Only Imagine" by Mercy Me on the radio.   I haven't heard the song in awhile, but I was instantly moved to tears and transported back to the moment I first heard it...at the funeral of a young man named Tommy who died too soon.  Our son was a pallbearer, and the large church was filled to capacity, with an overflow watching on monitors in a fellowship hall.  The service was moving and somber, a sad but joyous occasion because of Tommy's faith.

     In the fall of 2001, this song was newly released.  Tommy had heard it on the radio and downloaded it.  A friend sang it beautifully on that sad day which ended with bagpipes playing a mournful rendition of  "Amazing Grace" at the cemetery.

     That fall was a season of sadness.  First came the death Jake, the 15-year-old son of a high school friend who died in a tragic accident.  His funeral was so moving, sad - both a terrible and blessed day. 

     Then came 9/11, a time of intense national mourning and renewed faith.  That day had a profound impact on our nation and each American personally. But it was life-altering for the families of those who died on that awful day.

     Hearing this song again almost always brings tears as I remember the anguish and grief of those dark days, but I also rejoice in the hope believers have in Christ.  For every believer who has lost a loved one, this song opens a floodgate of praise. 

     " I can only imagine, when that day comes,
       And I find myself standing in the  sun.

     "I can only imagine when all I would do,
      Is forever, forever worship you..."

     If you've never heard it, or even if you have, listen and worship.

     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_lrrq_opng


     "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him..."  I Corinthians 2:9

    Blessings on you today....

    

Reach Out & Touch

"Reach Out and Touch (Somebody's Hand)" was the debut solo single for Motown singer Diana Ross, released in April 1970.  The message of this song is hauntingly relevant in a world often devoid of human touch.

I wrote a few months ago about the impersonal nature of modern communication methods. We have reduced human contact to the maximum number of characters allowed in a tweet or text. We find affirmation in how many pins, retweets, comments, or "likes" we can accumulate. Through social media we can be "friends" with literally thousands without ever leaving home, meeting them, or even speaking to them.  We share personal information with multitudes, but do we really communicate?   

Communicating in our world is complex, instantaneous, and can occur completely without human contact. But contact is the key for humans.

Communicating is much more than just an exchange of words. When we converse face to face with another person, we send and receive messages in a multitude of ways. We connect through voice, eye contact and body language, shared memories, laughter, and touch. The best part of a meal with friends or family is the conversation, the connection we feel to those with whom we share the table.

Being able to see, speak with, and hug my adult children is a balm for my mother's heart. No matter how old they are or where they go, there is no substitute for actually sharing the same space with those I love. When weeks or months pass without seeing them, I feel a physical longing just to be with them.

Last summer at a wedding reception, an acquaintance told about the difficulty of communicating with her son who is in the military and was stationed at the time in South Korea.  Due to the time difference and the nature of his work, she lamented that she was only able to connect with him every few weeks.  Overhearing this, my son jokingly said: “I just live in Chicago, but my mom thinks it’s South Korea.”  It’s true; I do. While I appreciate the technology which allows us to stay in contact, I still want to see, speak with, and touch my family.

I was recently reminded that God feels the same way about us. He desires honest, real, face-to-face communication, not a brief text or tweet. He’s not satisfied with an email, video chat, or voice mail.  Like a loving parent, He wants the gift of our time and attention. There is no way to feel connected to Him without spending time with Him; there are no shortcuts to a relationship with Him. 

He doesn’t need our contact, but He wants it.  In the Garden of Eden, after Adam and Eve had broken His command and sinned, God came looking for them.  They hid in their shame.  “But the Lord God called to the man, ‘Where are you?’”  (Genesis 3:9)  Even knowing what they had done, God still desired to be with them, as He does with us.  Amazing….

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”  Jeremiah 29:13

Link to "Reach Out and Touch (Somebody's Hand)" by Diana Ross.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=g-7qCG2_aaA

Early Morning Reveille

     When I went to camp as a child, we were awakened each morning by a scratchy record playing "Reveille," a trumpet call used to awaken military personnel at sunrise. The name comes from "réveillé", the French word for "wake up."  The sound of this familiar melody playing over the camp PA system was a signal for campers to rise and begin the new day; it was a morning wake up call.

     Mornings are best savored slowly for me now, which doesn't always happen.  I don't drink coffee, but I do have a morning routine that brings guidance, comfort, and peace.  So this is how I love to start my day....

      I begin with the Bible passage for the day in my One Year Chronological Bible (NIV).  I'm reading through the Bible this way for the second year, and I truly love it.  The entire Bible is divided into daily readings in the order the events actually occurred.  This arrangement has been very enlightening and has taught me so much. 

     There are three devotionals I like to use, if there's time. 

      Jesus Calling by Sarah Young is an excellent devotional book which I began reading in 2011.  It is written as if Jesus were speaking to you, and I often feel the day's entry is just for me.  The devotions are short but powerful.  The Bible verses included are always thought provoking.  Looking up the Scriptures has become a sort of spiritual treasure hunt for me after I finish reading the devotional - I'm excited read the verses and see which will "speak" to me each day.  This tiny little book has become widely popular, with sales exceeding 2.5 million.

     The Upper Room Daily Devotional is another important part of my morning.  I have been reading this little devotion daily for many years, and it is always insightful and relevant.  There is a Bible reading, short devotion, prayer, and thought for the day.  I'm often amazed at how devotions written by people from all over the world can speak to me personally as if written just for me.

    The third devotional book I use if possible is Choosing Joy: A 52-Week Devotional for Discovering True Happiness by Angela Thomas.  This book focuses each week on a different aspect of intentionally choosing joy in our daily lives and offers practical help for Christians.  I just began this book in 2012 but really like it.

    The most important part of my morning reveille is my prayer time.  I use a journal and incorporate Scripture into my prayers.  And I always begin with I Samuel 3:10- "Speak, Lord, for you servant is listening."

     Sometimes I listen to or sing praise music, light a candle, or write a psalm of praise to God.  Always I am changed....

     On the final day of camp, reveille was replaced by a cheesy song which happily proclaimed: "Good morning, good morning!"  What makes your morning good?  What is your reveille?