Lazy Saturdays

I love a lazy Saturday. It's that time when you get to sit back, stay in your PJ's, eat a late breakfast, savor a cup of coffee, and just enjoy time spent with family (Well, some of us at least). In this crazy world that doesn't happen too often, does it?

We got a chance to take advantage of one such opportunity and, for whatever reason, we decided to watch the Veggie Tales version of the story of Jonah. It seems like people tend to gravitate toward the story of Jonah (or Noah and the Ark or Daniel in the lion's den). We paint a scene of Noah collecting animals two by two in the baby nursery. We describe Daniel cuddled up with some lions in a well-lit cave. Jonah (in the movie we watched) ends up hanging out in the belly of the whale with a worm that sells Persian rugs and some gospel choir angels. Laissez le bon temps rouler, n'est-ce pas?

There's a problem with that perspective, though. Isabella reminded me of that very distinctly. The movie progressed through the story line and eventually got to the part where Jonah had disobeyed God, run to a boat, and sailed in the opposite direction. And God called up a storm to blow in and stop Jonah in his disobedience. As easy as that is to type, it is not easy to watch, at least as far as Isabella was concerned. She became immediately scared to the point of tears and ran to me for consolation. Convinced it was a "bad part" and it was "scary," she didn't want to watch anymore. I understand that. It is scary when you think about it. A storm on the sea is one of the most helpless positions a person can find themselves in, especially when it's a direct result of disobedience to God.

Anyway, I calmed her down and reassured her that it wasn't so bad - God did and does have everything under control. What else is a dad to do? Be brutally honest and tell her that she really ought to be scared? Well, sure, but not yet. My dad handbook says to wait until she's at least five for something like that...

While I didn't go into the technical details, we did have a talk about how Jonah had a bad attitude and disobeyed God and the consequences of his actions. That's something that she can understand, being a typical (almost) four year old and having her own issues with consequences for a bad attitude and disobedience.

But the whole scene reminded me that the story of Jonah is not a children's story. As funny as "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" are, it's not fun and games to disobey God. In the case of Noah, as cute as all the animals are, that is a story of global annihilation as a direct result of sin. There is nothing sweet about the story in any stretch of the imagination. Daniel didn't just waltz into the lion's den and play for a while before camping out with his new pets. He fully expected to be mauled by lions into a gory and violent death for his faithfulness to the One True God.

These are not just feel good tales of adventure with a silly song or two thrown in for kicks. These are incredibly serious stories about the war that we fight every day against our sinful flesh, about the serious consequences of fallen man living in a broken world in seemingly perpetual disobedience to God. Jonah is just the example, but I fear that the church today does not take obedience to God seriously. I fear that, more often than not, we downplay the biblical accounts of sin and its consequences to the point that they're just a cute story about a whale and a guy who doesn't listen to God but wasn't really that bad of a person.

NO! Jonah brazenly disobeyed God and ran in exactly the opposite direction to avoid the task that God had called on him to do. Even when he does get to Ninevah, Jonah wasn't thrilled about telling them about the second chance that God was giving them. Jonah had a terrible attitude because he hated the people of Ninevah. Even when they repent and God spares them in the end, Jonah gets mad at God for doing what He said He would do in the first place. He wanted them dead! He wanted them dead without any hope for a right relationship with God! What?! That's not the Jonah we teach our kids in Sunday School!

And yet, how often do I walk away from reading the Holy Scriptures, a revelation directly from God for life and godliness, and treat it the same way? How often do I read the account of Paul suffering for the sake of the gospel and write it off as something cool that Paul did but that I would never have to do? We don't take obedience to God seriously.

I just wonder if it will take something catastrophic to make us figure it out.

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That you might know Christ,

The Conviction to Parent

Parenting is incredibly convicting.

Seriously.

Try disobeying God in an area of your life while explaining the necessity of obedience to a child. It's doable, but it certainly isn't comfortable. I sat down with Isabella today, for what seems like the millionth time, to talk about obedience and what it means.

I feel like I'm on repeat sometimes as I listen to myself talk about the same thing over and over again...

But every time I have that discussion I am reminded of some area of my life that is not rightly aligned to God's standard for me as a Christian. I am convicted of just how guilty I am of disobeying my heavenly Father, even in the midst of discussion that is centered on the disobedience of a child toward her earthly father.

Discussions about

    obedience,

        patience,

            attitude,

                discipline,

                    consequences

then drive me to humbly and honestly consider my own relationship with God.

Discipline is then infinitely harder because I feel as though I am disciplining myself in some vicarious way. That's probably a skewed understanding of discipline, but I can't help thinking that sometimes God uses that conviction to lead me to repentance and thus draw me closer in relationship to Himself.

Just as I have found that conviction within me grows as I walk through life as a parent, so also is grace all the more real to me. I think this is because in spite of my frustration over yet another blunder on the part of my child, I constantly feel the overwhelming desire to extend grace and show mercy for her error based on the very grace and mercy which were shown to me at the cross. This doesn't mean that my wife and I don't discipline her, but it does mean that we are honest with her about the grace that we have experienced in Christ. She gets her fair share of spankings. But she also gets her fair share of second chances. We want her to know as she grows in understanding that discipline is both external and internal. It is the external ordering of our behavior to line up with God's standard for holiness. But, more importantly, it is the internal change of heart that comes with conviction of sin and repentance before a holy God. Without both, it's guilt at best and hypocrisy at worst.

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That you might know Christ,

Desperate

Often when I'm getting dressed in the morning I turn on Pandora. Most of those occasions I pick a station that has Kari Jobe, Mandi Mapes, Meredith Andrews, Shane and Shane or ... (there are so many to choose from...) - the point is that I gravitate toward artists whose focus is intentional worship. It helps me start my day with the right mindset...anyway, for some reason I changed it up the other morning and started my Grits/Lecrae station. (Maybe I was feeling tired and needed some beats to perk me up a bit?)


One of the first songs that came up was 'Desperate' by Lecrae. Have you heard it? No? Okay, even if you've heard it before, watch the video below.

I had never heard that song before. Man, did it strike a chord in me! I don't know about you, but sometimes I feel exactly the way that Lecrae describes. I feel the deep shame that only sin can bring. My sins feel like a burden. They slow me down and discourage me. I get paranoid thinking other people know what I've done and are secretly condemning me for it.


We all feel that way at times in our lives, don't we? We're human and therefore sinful by nature.


I'll be honest (as I'm prone to do here) - if the song stopped at 1:00 or so, I don't know what I'd do. It's depressing to think about having no rescue from this world of sin and shame. All doubts aside, even if you don't believe in God or accept the Bible as Truth or want anything to do with 'that religious stuff,' we all have to admit that we know when we've done wrong. Even if we want to deny or justify the wrong we do in some way, we still know it's wrong. Because God made us in His image. And anything we do that doesn't fit that image is like trying to fit a square peg in a round hole. We know there's an edge or corner that doesn't belong, even if we don't know (or want to admit) exactly why.


Thankfully, however, the song doesn't end after a minute. Lecrae so poetically echoes the voices of David and Paul from Psalm 51 and Romans 7, respectively.


So many times since then I have been reminded of that song and encouraged at the thought of the cross, of Christ and his sacrifice for me. Sometimes I just sit in awe of the grace that God has shown. Some people say that God is mean for punishing sin - what kind of loving God would do that kind of thing? My answer is two-fold. First, God is justified in treating sin the way that he does because he is holy. Second (perhaps more importantly?), God is, in fact, extremely kind and loving. Need proof?


He made a way where there was no way.


Not only does he have wrath against sin that must be satisfied, but he poured out that wrath on himself in order to be satisfied.


The Judge stepped down from the bench and took our place as the defendant.


Praise God! He has shown us grace so that when we sin against him, it doesn't have to be counted against us! He has shown us mercy so that when we sin against him, it's already paid for!


Don't live in sin. That says the cross doesn't matter.
But don't live in shame, either. That says the cross wasn't enough.

Blood

I'm starting to get a glimpse of how the Jews might feel about the Old Testament sacrificial system.


Burdened. Overwhelmed. Hopeless. Lost.


My Bible reading plan for 2011 involves reading through the whole Bible.  Part of that includes the book of Leviticus - which I've been avoiding (most likely subconsciously) due to its content.  I mean, who wants to read rules we don't even follow anymore?  Right?


I have to be honest, though, reading through the book of Leviticus so far has been a very eye-opening experience.  I think I came across the whole point of Leviticus in today's reading.  Chapter 11, verse 45.  "You shall therefore be holy, for I am holy."


My thoughts are all jumbled when it comes to the subject of Leviticus because I'm still new to the concept of ritual sacrifice.  I'm still processing all that Leviticus means to me and how it affects my faith and my relationship with God.  In words, the idea that keeps coming to mind and weighing on my heart is "burden."  I mean, I read through the first 7 chapters and literally got up from each reading feeling heavy.  I felt weighed down and burdened by the amount of blood that had to be shed just for the atonement of the priest, not to mention all the Jews who also had to sacrifice for their sins.  I started to think about my own life, my own sins, and what I would have to sacrifice were I living during that time.  How much blood would I have to offer for myself and my family?  It's too much!  How can anyone live under that burden?  How can anyone exist knowing that what you offer will never be enough, will never satisfy the burden of sin that is on your life and can never be fully atoned for?  It's just too much!


"You shall be holy therefore, for I am holy."


And yet God's standard is the same.  For all of us.  Be holy.


You might recognize Romans 3:23, "for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God"


It's a verse that makes it clear - none of us has met the standard God has set for us.  None of us are perfect.


Maybe less recognized, but all the more important, are verses 24 and 25:

"and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood..."

If there is one thing I come away from reading Leviticus with, it's an even greater appreciation for my salvation.  Christ, a perfectly sinless man, died a cruel death on a Roman cross, so that through the shedding of His blood, we who are sinners - who have no hope and would otherwise be "dead in our trespasses" - can be justified and redeemed.  In light of that, how can we do anything but praise Jesus for His sacrifice and tell others about this incredible gift we've received?


"O, praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead!"

Bipolar

Long story short, I had a student in one of my classes get into trouble with me and the explanation they gave to administration for why they shouldn't get punished was:  "He's bipolar."  Ha!  I've never heard that excuse before, but at least it's creative...


That excuse got me thinking about some things, though.  It made me really reflect on my life, even consider whether I was actually bipolar or not.  And you know what I've concluded?


I am.


No, I don't mean in the clinical, "characteristic cycles of depression and elation" kind of way.   But I do think there are definitely two forces inside of me that battle on a daily basis.  There are two poles to which I feel pulled and it's a constant struggle for me to deal with them.  I read a passage like Romans 7:15-25 and I completely understand what Paul is going through:

"For I do not understand my own actions.  For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate.  Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, that it is good.  So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me.  For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh.  For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out.  For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing.  Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me.  So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand.  For I delight in the law of God, in my inner being, but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members.  Wretched man that I am!  Who will deliver me from this body of death?  Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!  So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin."

I read that and I get the feeling that Paul literally sounds like a crazy person!  And then I think, "Me, too!"  Paul has perfectly captured in words the battle, the war that we all wage as believers.  I hope that you read a passage like that and you feel the same feeling resonating inside of you.  We struggle!  It's true.  Why not admit it?  Why not be honest about where we are in life instead of just pretending that everything's okay and telling everyone that we have it all together.  That's the furthest thing from the truth than anything I've heard in a long time.


Does that mean that we relish the fact that we're sinners?  That we just keep on sinning because, "I've already messed up this much.  What's one more sin?"  No, not by any means!  Paul even addresses that very issue in a previous chapter of Romans (6:1-4).  I do think, though, that we should be honest with people about sin in our lives and be the first to admit when we struggle with things.


I love what our pastor talked about in church this morning, too.  He talked about confession and how having good Christian accountability can do so much for a person.  That means admitting that you struggle with (insert sin here) and letting someone help you in that struggle.  That means holding other people accountable as well.  There's just no need to pretend anymore.  There's no point to playing this game that we all get caught up in, the game that says, "It's all those other people who are struggling with sin - I'm okay." or "My sin's not as bad as that guy's." or "No one will understand.  My sin is so much worse than everyone else."


Remember, Christ didn't come to save the people who have it all together.  He came to save the sinners.  He came to seek out the lost - and believe me, without Him we're all lost.


This whole world's full of crazy, bipolar people...and Jesus is the only one with the cure.