The name speaks for itself - Rhapsodies and Anecdotes. This is the venue in which I share (often ecstatically) personal stories about what God teaches me as I dive into His Word each day. I hope you like what I post and that it challenges you as it does me.

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9.30.2012

All?

Here at the seminary, we go to chapel twice a week. Some people might say that's too much, especially if you consider that most of us attending chapel are also involved in our local church and are probably in some form of worship setting four or more times a week. If you count ministry, serving, personal devotions, studying for classes - that's a lot of time with Jesus. I sometimes hear, "Don't you get burned out?"

No. I don't, actually. Not on time with Jesus. But that's a different topic for a different day.

However, for the past couple of weeks there has been a thought...idea...feeling impressed on me each time I've been in chapel or church.

Part of our worship is in song, and it is an awesome thing. A chorus of voices singing loud praises to our God and Savior. Sometimes I love just standing near the back and watching everyone join in the song, hands raised in the air, crying out in thanks and praise to God for sending His Son to save us, for making His Name known, for loving us the way that He does. As I watch, I thank God for all of it - a room filled with people who love Him, who are passionate about telling Him, and who are eager to tell others about Him as well. It is a wonderful reminder of the blessing it is to be in a community of believers. I find myself grinning ear to ear because of how thankful I am.

This past Thursday, one of the songs we sang was by Hillsong, by the name of "Cornerstone." Take a listen. I'll be here when you get back.



That song is beautifully written. The words guide us to reflect on the sacrifice made on our behalf, to remember that Christ is our anchor and worthy of our trust, and to praise Him. Our voices rose, chanting out, practically shouting out, "He is Lord, Lord of all!"

My heart felt as if it might burst with joy and thankfulness.

Even so, I had the weirdest sensation. Almost overcome with joy, I also felt my knees almost buckle under the weight of another emotion - sorrow. For the past couple of weeks this has been happening. Each time it happens, I almost feel like two people in the same body. It's very strange to have exactly opposite emotions flooding you at the same time.

See, as the shout rose up in joyful praise of our "Lord of all," I could not help but think,

"Not yet."

I know, in the broadest sense, that God is Lord over all of the earth. He is supreme and reigning and present. These things I know and love about God. But I also know that there are so many who do not believe in God or trust Jesus Christ to be their Savior and Lord. More overwhelming than that, there are millions upon millions who have never even heard this great news that we cherish - that Christ died so that we might live!

Reflect on that. Let it really soak in. As you praise the God that you have been so blessed to have the chance to know and worship, as you come together with other believers in a community that we so often take for granted, never forget the millions upon millions who do not praise because they have never even heard.

Live thankfully that you know the Lord of all.

But live urgently that all might know the Lord.



That you might know Christ,

9.17.2012

Madness

The other day I found myself, yet again, saying something to Isabella that I felt like I needed to hear more than she did. We were talking about obedience and why it's important for her to listen to and obey her parents. It went something like this:
"It's important for you to listen and obey because we can see the big picture. Like, if you chased a ball into the street. Daddy says stop, not because I don't want you to have your ball, but because..." 
"Because a car could hit me?" 
"Yes, baby, that's right. I might see a car coming that you don't see. You have to trust me. You may not know why I want you to do or not do something, but I promise there's a reason. There's a method to the madness. Sometimes obeying is not because you understand but because you trust me to take care of you."
It blows me away how much I learn about God's love and care for His children through parenting my own. "There's a reason." "Trust me." God says the same thing to us on a daily basis. I've been reading in Jeremiah this week and I don't think it's coincidence that this verse has been stuck on repeat in my mind:
"Are there any among the idols of the nations that give rain? Or can the heavens grant showers? Is it not You, O Lord our God? Therefore we hope in You, For you are the one who has done all these things." Jeremiah 14:22
Nothing provides for us, cares for us, treasures us like our God. The rain in this passage is just one example of the incredible blessing that God pours out on us each day. It's hard for me to look at how broken this world is and not wish that somehow God would put an end to all the suffering. But if I think about it for any length of time, I always end up at the same conclusion:

So much could happen that doesn't.

The Fall ruined it all. Sin should have resulted in the complete destruction of all things. We should expect nothing less from a holy God. And yet we experience good things. Everything in this world that brings happiness is a gift, one that we don't deserve. For every bad thing that happens, a thousand good things happen that we never should have experienced. Every sunrise. Every rain shower. Every newborn baby. "Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above..."

That immense blessing is God's grace lavished upon us, a grace that is freely and undeservingly given to us. When we deserved condemnation, God offered forgiveness. When we deserved death, God offered life.

So, Jeremiah says, hope in Him. Trust Him.

He is worthy of our trust. Even when we can't see the "method to the madness," we can trust that God has our best interests at heart because He has already blessed us so much more than we could ever deserve.

Stop doing things your own way or in your own strength. His plan is perfect. His strength is sufficient. His timing is impeccable.

There is a reason.


That you might know Christ,

9.02.2012

Salvation

'Behold, God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid; For the LORD GOD is my strength and song, And He has become my salvation.' Therefore you will joyously draw water from the springs of salvation.
Isaiah 12:2-3


This week I'm reading through the book of Isaiah. This verse stood out particularly for me this morning. Most English translations say something like the New American Standard quoted above, "you will joyously draw water from the springs of salvation." But, I love the distinction in one version of the Bible that lies in this verse. The Orthodox Jewish Bible reads, "...out of the wells of Yeshuah." Salvation is distinguished then, not just as the act of saving, but as the personification of that act. It is the Messiah Himself from whose springs we are to joyfully draw.

What an incredible thought for today! Consider all that the Lord has done. Praise Him for His marvelous works. And remember, it is not an impersonal stream from which we draw our salvation. It is the Living Water that is found in a personal Savior. He did not just give us life. He gave His own that we might live.

Worship Him. He is more than worth it.


That you might know Christ,