One thing EVERYONE can agree on, is that to overcome struggle, a person needs strength, perseverance and endurance. We need strength for when times are tough; perseverance for when it feels as though there is no light at the end of the tunnel; and endurance to survive the indefinite trek. Energy drinks, coffee, water and even Gatorade will only get a person so far. Jesus however, goes the distance.
Obey your thirst. Jesus is the living water that will never run out.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Miracles
Miracles are believed by many and misinterpreted by even more.
Like so many of us, we make wishes. Whether it's by blowing out some birthday candles, wishing on a well or hoping for the sightings of a shooting star, we close our eyes to escape reality, in hopes of making a change in our lives. Just as quickly as we close our eyes and make our wish we open them and are placed right back into the reality that was before. No wish come true. No miracle. The act of our wish being nothing more than a really long blink.
The misconception with prayers and miracles is that God is a genie waiting at our beck and call. We pray to God that He may reconcile a friendship, get us an ‘A’ in physics or get us out of a speeding ticket. In most cases, we do not get our millions; we receive an ‘F’ in physics; and we find ourselves with a hefty fine for going to fast. We can’t simply close our eyes, fold our hands and pray to God, hoping he work a miracle in our life, then once finished praying, get up and continue playing video games. A miracle flows through an ACTIVE faith. Did you actively pursue conversation with your friend? Did you study as hard as you could, get tutored and ask the teacher for help to receive that ‘A’? Did you focus on the road and not your iPod or cellphone so as not to speed?
In John 2: 7-9a, the disciples were active in their faith by DOING and by BELIEVING in Jesus. They use their strength to lift the pots; fill them with water, etc. The miracle did not just happen without first doing what they could with the resources that they already had. When Jesus feeds the 5,000 he doesn’t just “I dream of Jeanni” a bunch of food out of thin air, he used the fish, bread and wine they already had.
This poem, written by an anonymous author and recently read aloud by Pastor James MacDonald, is a great illustration of being active in your faith.
Butt Prints in the Sand
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused, and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."
So the next time you find yourself in prayer consider the following: did you do everything you are capable of doing; are you doing all that the bible has counseled you to do; have you removed all impediments to God through prayer (confession of sins); are you praying in faith; and a big one, are you praying for a miracle that will be for God’s glory and not a selfish motive?
Our God is an awesome God, abundant in love and active in our lives, so long as we follow him.
Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
(John 14:13 ESV)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Mourning and Celebration
This past Sunday I received a call that I wasn’t expecting to get, at that moment, on that day. On Sunday a special friend of mine passed away. Like most people, I listened to the news, sat in silence and was more stunned and unsure of what I was hearing than I was sad or upset.
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Ashley and I were in the Art Education program at Northern Illinois University. I am sure we can all remember a time when we were new to a school, sitting in a classroom filled with people we did not know well, and were scared to the bone. While at the same time, sitting there trying to bestow an air of confidence, friendliness, and trying to pick out who the weird people in the class were. Then you hear the always-dreaded announcement, “Find a partner, this assignment is going to be a group project!”
Lucky for me Ashley and I were paired up. One of the many cherished memories I hold in comfort about Ashley is our first time working together on a group assignment. I can’t honestly recall the details of the assignment or year we were in school but I do remember her hosting our meeting at her apartment. I recall walking in and thinking, “How cool, this girl has her very own place.” Upon getting comfy and her and I sharing one of our more favored college past times, we relaxed and got down to our assignment. It is a simple memory, but one I will not forget. It hangs in my thoughts as a time when Ashley was happy and healthy and I am so blessed to have this particular memory of this particular girl whom is so special to me.
* * *
Keith and I were just finishing up talking about our finances like a couple of adults when I decided to check my phone for missed calls and texts. Keith standing near me, paused in our conversation, watched my face go from a smile to a long, unsure face, to what I imagine was more glazed-over and stiff. “…Ashley passed away this afternoon.” That is all I can remember in detail about the voicemail, and something that still rings in my head. I was certainly not happy, I was definitely surprised, but I did not honestly know how to react hearing such news in that moment.
We all handle this kind of news differently. I am no novice when it comes to cancer, and the unfortunate news of someone close to me passing away. This however, does not make it any less difficult. News like this still baffles me. You hear the news, and you react. Some of us may think we know exactly how we will react but in truth, no one ever does. It is different every time.
Even though it has only been a couple days I struggle with how I am to process such news. I knew Ashley’s condition fairly well and knew that this was a situation where her being cured was less than likely. I feared that her time was getting limited and that I would one day receive the news I received on Sunday. I did not however, imagine it would be on that Sunday, at that moment, while I was in that mood. What I realized though is that it is not how we handle the news, as it is, above all, how we celebrate a life.
These times of mourning are not about us. These times stress, confuse and misdirect our thoughts, but can be handled well with the help of our most cherished memories. We all know the saying, “Count your blessings, not your troubles.” In short, that is what we can do now. Relive the times we had with her. The times we can laugh at and smile about.
Since we all handle death differently I am not saying not to cry or be sad. Mourning and sadness are healthy things. I am however encouraging that we mourn at our own pace, but be sure to leave room in our hearts for the invitation of those cherished memories we all have of our dear friend Ashley.
She lived life well. She was surely taken sooner than we all would have liked but now she is with our Lord, in a place of comfort and ease. No longer will she be in pain, or have to live each day compromising to her condition. Instead she will forever be with The One who knows her the best. If we want a glimpse of where she is, and how happy we can be knowing that she is in good hands, just take a moment to revisit a time you shared with Ashley. Whether you can remember vividly or not, I can say for certain there are plenty of memories that we can cherish, memories that we can celebrate and find comfort in.
“For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time [are] not worthy [to be compared] with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Romans 8:18
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