Am I foolish?

Loving Jesus Christ can make me seem a fool...and I’m okay with that. It’s actually what the Bible talks about in I Corinthians 3 and 4. Paul was talking to some of the early believers in Corinth when he wrote about his frustration that he can’t talk to them as he would to spiritual people, but rather he must talk to them as he would talk to people of this world. Why? Because they were still being controlled by their sinful nature...

Does that mean spiritual talk sounds like foolishness? Well, of course it can. We generally put high value on what we can see, so approaching Christianity – following Jesus Christ – from a physical, only what we can see point of view, can seem fairy-tale-ish, and certainly not like talk for thinking, reasoning people.

And when does spirtual talk sound wise? Well, like many things, it’s a paradox. When you begin to receive the wisdom of God - when it begins to sound wise to you - that's the time you begin to sound foolish to “the world,” at least from one perspective. Paul says (chapter 2) that “people who aren’t spiritual can’t receive these truths from God’s Spirit. It all sounds foolish to them and they can’t understand it, for only those who are spiritual can understand what the Spirit means.” (vs. 14 NLT)

We just celebrated Christmas. And to many it’s simply a tale…like Santa Claus…a tradition that seems to enhance our otherwise rather cold, physical life. Yet to those who believe in Jesus, Christmas celebrates a beautiful, true story of redemption. A story that begins with hearing the facts about Jesus’ life, and, when eyes are opened by the grace of God, a story which ends with belief in an empty tomb and life eternal in a perfect place. A perfect place, which I can't help but suggest, each of our hearts longs for no matter what we believe...

Is this foolishness? To hearts and minds that have not been opened by God’s Spirit and grace – I would think so. But there are many wise people who have examined the case for belief in Jesus Christ from intellectual and historical perspectives and come away from that examination following Him. The evidence is convincing. Yet at some point during the examination of facts, spiritual eyes must be opened.

So this season I encourage you to know what you believe and live it. (I’m encouraging myself, as well...) If you believe in Christ, fully believe and take God at His Word. See with spiritual eyes and let His Spirit fill you each day. Follow Him.

And if you don’t believe, then fully disbelieve. Don’t let yourself think that you can accept the pieces that are most palatable to you, and leave the rest behind. Don’t be double minded, serving both this world, and yet trying to have a foot in the spiritual world, as well. An option like that isn’t ours to create/choose. If you disagree with this…I respect your choice to do so, but please don’t disagree without investigation and a prayer for spiritual truth (even an “if there is one true God...” sort of prayer).

As we head into a new year, it is my hope that your heart be drawn to Jesus. That your spiritual eyes will be opened, and you will experience the joy (notably not the same as “trouble-free life”) that will be yours in Him.

Always,
-annie

Go out and...

…stand. That’s essentially what Jahaziel told the people of Judah and Jerusalem when they heard that a vast army was marching toward them. He said God told him to tell them…

…to not be afraid.
…to not be discouraged.
…that the battle is God’s.
…to march out against them.
…to not fight, but to take their positions.
…to believe in the Lord your God, and you will be able to stand firm.
…to watch the Lord’s victory.

How did that work for them, I wondered? Well, I read that they did march out the next morning, and they went out singing. Here’s what they sang:

“Give thanks to the Lord; his faithful love endures forever!” (2 Chron. 20:21 NIV)

At the moment their singing began, the opposing allied (at least previously) armies, began fighting against each other so that by the time the army of Judah arrived to the wilderness battle site, all they saw were the dead bodies of their enemies. And all they had done was go out prepared to stand! (I did notice they had to put on courage enough to go out... He didn't tell them to remain in the coziness of camp, did he?)

Before I read this yesterday, I was rather discouraged. There seems to be a lot of spiritual warfare going on around me these days...and I was feeling intimidated and rather worn out, and discouraged about how to live a life of meaning when it feels so difficult to simply live with prioritized purpose each day. And when my destiny seems undefined and most elusive…

But after the Holy Spirit led me to this passage and I’ve had time to dwell on it a bit, I’ve got a new stance I’m trying out. It’s a stance that doesn’t require fighting. In fact fighting isn’t even allowed. Instead, at least figuratively, I’m going out into the world each morning, and my standing looks something like this: My left hand is raised slightly in a fist at the evil in this world, and my right arm is lifted high in praise to my God, swaying to the melody coming from my lips as I sing toward the heavens:

“His love endures forever.”

It’s my victory stance. And I don’t even have to fight. The battle is the Lord’s.

And while the stance is meant to be figurative, I was repeating the praise phrase in many forms today: silently, whispered out loud, and yes, even a little in song. There is peace; there is power; there is victory. Just go out singing and stand...

What I believe

Contrary to what many people think, Jesus wasn’t killed, even though He died on a cross. He gave up His life, or the cross never would have happened. His accusers, His enemies, were not able to take His life, though many think they did. This is a really crucial distinction...one not to miss.

You see if Jesus was truly God’s Son, He must have power. And if He’s not God’s Son, then He’s a liar and I, for one, wouldn’t want to follow Him. In fact, I would be a fool to follow Jesus unless He is the Son of God. Without His deity, He’s a lunatic, and I prefer not to follow lunatics. So He had to have the power not to die...not to be killed, and He did have that power (read John 19). Not only did He powerfully die, but He’s powerfully alive. The tomb, and all the natural laws of biological science, could not contain His death.

But how do I know He’s alive? I know because He lives in and with me. His Spirit is my Comforter and my Counselor. His Word gives me daily food to sustain me, and His joy will not be traded for anything. Can I understand how all this spiritual stuff can be? No. But there are lots of things I don’t understand, which I believe in, such as love, hope, elaborate mathematical equations, astronomical facts, etc. The proof, for me, is His presence with me. A presence which cannot be understood unless it is experienced... And it cannot be experienced without belief.

Therefore, I hope that many will come to believe and follow Him – for their benefit. It’s the best decision one could ever make in life, and it’s the only decision that will ever matter in death. And despite what some people think, it’s not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of power – of faith in the power of God.

There is a weak sort of Christianity going around. A Christianity that has become a religion more than belief in a powerful, merciful God… I despise that religion for diminishing my Lord. Jesus was not killed on a cross; He went to the cross intentionally (for my sake), and powerfully gave up His life, and powerfully got it back again, and powerfully lives in me. Belief, with the very power of the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, is not any old belief. It’s not just another religion. It’s a truthful, powerful way of life and death...with joy that will not be traded for anything.

If you can find someone better to believe in and follow, let me know. For of course there’s no box to check that says “I don’t believe in anything.” Choose this day who you will serve.

Who is Jesus?

Lately, I’ve been reading through the book of John, and I’ve found myself wondering how many people in the U.S. really know who Jesus is? Do they realize the names He was called? Do they know the things He was accused of, ridiculed for, and eventually crucified because of? Here are a few things He did, and was called, according to John:

• Jesus talked to a particular woman, when it was politically incorrect to do so, much to the surprise of His disciples.
• Jesus broke the Sabbath law several times.
• Jesus talked about God as His Father even though it was dangerous to do so.
• Jesus was deserted by many followers because His message was too hard to accept.
• Jesus was called a fraud, a deceiver.
• Jesus was declared demon possessed.
• Jesus was called a Samaritan devil.

Do people really pause, consider, and determine to follow this Jesus? This one who was hated by religious leaders so much that He was called a devil?

Jesus said: “Why should you be angry with me for healing a man on the Sabbath? Look beneath the surface so you can judge correctly.” John 7:23 & 24 (NLT) Maybe we should try to look beneath the surface a little more… When I look beneath the surface of my own heart, it’s pretty ugly. Then I read the truth about me in Isaiah 49:16 (NLT):

“See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.”

Jesus wore my name on the palms of His hands - on a cross. He purchased my freedom from all the ugly things in my heart. My heart has been made new! This is who I follow. This is who gives my life meaning.

I’m incredibly honored to be a follower of Jesus Christ and all that He stands for. Who are you following?

God is stronger

Why would a conference begin with preaching about our “galactic God” and end by inviting certain people to stand and be prayed for and others to sit and be prayed for. I mean, isn’t that just like us humans? And why does this particular exercise bug me so? Perhaps because I was in the sitting group, and once again I felt like I was not one of the “good Christians.” Nevertheless, even so, why do I really care, I ask myself? If I don’t agree with the “exercise,” which I ended up sitting through, who really cares, and why should I? It’s not that big of a deal, right?

I can only answer this by saying that I think it was the tipping point for me… It was one too many restrictive boxes that people, and not God, have tried to put me into my entire life. It was the final human-built straw that broke my very spirit and sent me into the ladies room to have a good cry.

The pastor who conducted this final prayer “exercise” had good intentions, I hope…and I really do think he did. And perhaps it was a strategic exercise for some in a positive way. All I know is that evil tried to use it for my harm. It wagged its ugly finger at me one more time to try to get me to give up and shut up. And I refuse.

I may be a woman, and a divorced one at that… I may not be perfect; I've had to confess many wrongdoings in my life. And at the final resurrection I absolutely will be unable to claim any merit of salvation but by the blood of Jesus Christ. And I declare that I refuse to let the blood of my Lord be wasted! I am free from sin; I’m a slave of Jesus Christ and no one else. People can try to keep me in my “place,” and preachers may be able to keep me in my chair, but Jesus has elevated me to a status that no one can take away: redeemed! I am His treasured daughter, who can and does approach the throne of grace boldly to receive grace to help in my time of need.

I’m really, really tired of human structures and human exercises. Even though I hope and trust no ill intent was in play, I also know that ill intent was in play by forces unseen. Forces which wanted to derail me once and for all…which wanted me to give up and accept shame as my cloak. And I renounce those forces. My God is stronger. He’s galactic!

Strength and kindness

I’ve sought to embody strength and kindness for at least ten years now... While I don’t remember what initially got me thinking about strength and kindness – no doubt something I read or heard – I do know that the concept has helped me, and been reinforced to me over and over in God’s Word.

Recently I finished the book, Power and Love, by Adam Kahane, which got me thinking again about "strength and kindness." He says in the introduction:

“Power and love stand at right angles and delineate the space of social change. If we want to get unstuck and to move around this space – if we want to address our toughest challenges – we must understand and work with both of these drives.”

He discusses the two sides of power: generative (power-to) and degenerative (power-over). He also writes about the two sides of love: generative (when love is empowering) and degenerative (when love suffocates power). It's a good read if you like reading about how to facilitate social change. What it caused me to think most about, however, was the "strength and kindness" motto I embraced years ago.

So the principle of strength and kindness (similar to power and love), is that strength alone results in bully-type behavior and kindness alone results in sappy, ineffective behavior. The two must work together. Jesus was both, of course. He stood up to the religious leaders of the times with incredible pluck, and He was incredibly kind to the weak, the broken-hearted, and many people that the religious regularly judged.

Jesus illustrated that love is strong, which sometimes means being obstinate in standing up for the unpopular belief or person, and that love is also kind, which can mean withholding judgment, offering respect, and extending mercy. And who can deny the strength and kindness He displayed as he walked to the cross for me, when He could have used His power to call it all off?

When do we stand up for our rights with people…with organizations? And when do we thoughtfully remain silent? When do we tow a tough line upholding our religious beliefs (ever? depends on one's definition of religious, I guess...), and when do we sync our beliefs with the life and teachings of Jesus? I find that the day to day scenarios that raise these questions don’t often have obvious, easy answers, yet it’s in the wrestling with these situations that God’s Spirit…God’s Word speaks words of wisdom, words of comfort and words of action, or inaction.

I’ve cried out to Him several times recently when I didn’t know whether to wield some strength through countering argument, or whether to be strongly silent. Both of these particular times He led me to silence. And should anyone think silence is weakness, try being silent when your natural self wants to argue! Those are times I’m very aware of my need for God’s strength.

And it doesn’t end there. For just as soon as I temporarily master silence, He typically leads me to speak up about something, and I find myself once again in need of His strength - this time to act in His power. And on and on it goes...

So following Christ isn’t easy. And yet it is. It isn’t, because it requires continuous seeking and wrestling with conventional wisdom in order to discern and follow truth. It is, because truth is found through the power of the Holy Spirit, and in the power of Jesus - The Word. It involves a lot of calling out to God for wisdom and help, but with sure results: He always answers. This makes following Jesus easy, and enables us to be both strong and kind.

"Let me lead..."

You never know when God is going to speak to you... Two weeks ago, the setup for His voice began while I was dancing a Brazilian dance with a random man in Chicago’s Grant Park.

I can’t believe I just typed that. This is because: a) I’m not much of a dancer. I do love music, and can keep a pretty good beat, yet Norwegian-blooded people aren’t typically known for their dancing exhibitions... And, b) I’m not one to hang out with random men in Chicago – or anywhere.

This was a special night, however, as the family girls had gathered for a weekend in Chicago and we were excited about having some dancing fun together. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, but I do know that I ended up moving to the beat (sort of), on the huge wooden dance floor, under the sky-scraper-studded Chicago night sky. Well, the next thing I knew, I was paired with this stranger, who actually knew this hip-swinging, partner-twirling, Brazilian dance, which, clearly, I did not.

There was no dancing (or other) chemistry between us, but he did kindly try to lead me through the steps and twirls, and in the short while we danced, I bet he smiled and said at least four or five times: “Just let me lead.” One of the last times he said it I wondered if he actually thought I had control issues. And then I wondered if I did...

Well, later that night – while fast asleep, safely back at the condo – I had a dream. I dreamed that I was again dancing with this guy, and after hearing over and over, “Just let me lead,” I suddenly and totally released myself to his lead, and…..twirled around and around, dancing perfectly, like I had never danced before in my life! It was so much fun. And I couldn’t believe how well I was dancing! It really worked when I let him lead.

Then, still in my dream, I thought, “Hmm, this must be what God wants me to do. He wants me to simply, and totally, let Him lead. And…I wonder what that would be like? Would I be able to do things that I’ve never been able to do before?” And the final thought, still in my dream: “I should blog about this.”

I’m not too surprised that since that night in Chicago I have heard God’s voice over and over say to me, “Just let me lead.” And as I, more and more, release myself to His leading – release my fretting and my seeking to control things – it becomes more and more fun, and things seem to go better and better. I’m not saying that all is lovely, and that everything is turning out perfectly, but relaxing and allowing my Lord to lead is bringing me new peace and confidence in the day to day steps and struggles of life.

I’ve told a few friends this story, and they said they were blessed by it. I decided it was time to agree with the thought in my dream and blog about it.