Hope is in the season, if you’re willing to see it.
Hope is in the greetings, if you’re willing to hear it.
Hope is in the warmth of home, and fellowship, and love, if you’re willing to receive it.
Yet, I’m often asked, “What If….?”
What if the season is hard because of grief, pain, and trauma?
What if the greetings are anger filled, hate consumed, and altogether damaging?
What if the home is broken, dysfunctional, and chaotic?
The “what ifs” of life make it difficult to have cheap, cliche , easy to deliver answers.
The “what ifs” confuse, complicate, and bring doubt when it just doesn’t fit.
I can’t answer all the what ifs, but I can answer the Who.
I know Who can bring peace that surpasses all understanding and strength to scale the mountain.
I know Who can shut the mouths of lions and bring comfort to the child.
I know Who can speak to the winds to calm and set a fire within the soul to save.
He is the only One who can bring grace to sustain.
He is the only One who can wisdom to abstain.
He is the only One who can bring sight to the blind.
Just try Him today. Say His Name.
He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name. Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite. The Lord lifts up the humble; He casts the wicked down to the ground.
Psalm 147:3-6
You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You.
This little ornament has always struck me when I read it each year.
“With nails, the carpenter fashioned our salvation.”
Think about it. The Creator of the universe. The Beginning of all things. The King of all we see and beyond, He chose to leave all His glory to come to earth as a babe and be raised here as a carpenter’s son.
He chose to become humble, a lowly workman’s son who fashioned wooden creations with hammers and nails by his own hands.
He grew into a man, obedient to His Heavenly Father, even unto death, to save a world that hated Him. He chose to be nailed to a rugged cross, accepting a cruel and violent death to shed His blood, being atonement for all who would believe.
And then, breathing His last, He died. But not without promise. In three days, He arose; later ascending, promising to come again for all those who are His own.
He is real. The promises He gives are true. And it is all unconditional, free to him who believes.
Will you believe in Him this season?
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.
John 3:16-17
By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us.
1 John 3:16
Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God. And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.
Maybe it’s the college kids or military spouses, sons, and daughters who return home for a welcome stay. Maybe it’s the cozy fireplace with Christmas carols in the background. Or maybe it’s the dreams of winter white wonderland coming true on Christmas morn.
For me, I love to have our college aged men home for a few extra days. They may be sleeping late and leaving a trail of items from the front door to their rooms, but I smile and sigh in contentment, knowing “all my little chicks are under one roof” again. They may be grown, but having them close brings the laughter and joy that fills the void when they’re gone away.
I adore watching the “little boy” excitement as they unwrap the presents on Christmas morning. We grab a cup of coffee, search for all the names and distribute well, to watch the smiles and wide-eyed anticipation of many confirmations from the well worn lists that were sent and a few pleasant surprises from under the tree.
I always look forward to the expectancies of Christmas movies, decorated cookies, and holiday baked goods that come this time of year. And I cherish the take-it-slow mode of intentionality we all seem to settle into, knowing the days grow shorter with every passing hour.
All of these wonderful moments bring my joy to overflowing as I bask in the strength and love of our family.
Yet, I do believe my very favorite thing that brings me joy is when we gather on Christmas morning, after all the presents are piled up and the wrapping paper is all tossed, and we read a little story from their childhood reminding us what’s so important about the day…
This is the sweetest little story of Jesus’ birth that we began reading way back when they were just little tykes. It has a wonderful surprise in the very last box to tell everyone what God truly wants for Christmas. And every year, even though they’re grown now, we read and remember Who’s the purpose for the season and what He would like for this beautiful day.
This is it.
This is what brings me such joy in the holidays.
And I hope you find can Him, too…
Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”
Luke 2:10-12
Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”
Finally got the ornaments on the tree (not pictured). Every piece is a memory, a moment, a milestone, a memento of a time passed, a person gone home, or the little lives we’ve raised who are now grown. This year, it took me longer to want to put them on the tree. Felt a little too melancholy everytime I thought about it, and I just waited till the day felt right. So, today rolling into the second week of December, I decided there’s no better time than the present. Put on some Christmas tunes and got to work. Now sitting here by the fire before I go to sleep, Bing Crosby is singing, I’ll Be Home For Christmas,” and it lends my thoughts to all the soldiers who are all over the world, away from their loved ones and their homes. I think of those in the war-torn areas, wondering if they’ll ever see home again. And I think of so many who have already had to say goodbye to family, friend, or foe and will never take another breath. My heart is thankful for the goodness of my God. I am grateful for His grace, His love, and His peace. And I’m praying for all to come to know Him, to find healing, to find hope, and to find the eternal joy and peace that only He can bring. ❤️ …Share the good news with someone this Christmas season. You never know what a difference it might make…
Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.”
John 8:12
You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do theylight a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light so shine before men,that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.
Sometimes, we step into the dark; so, we can find our way into the light. It’s not that the dark was where we wanted to be; yet, because of the dark, the light was easier to see. And the light was more welcoming when we saw that we were surrounded by the dark.
When we’ve emerged from the dark, often we find a new person has come forth as well. The old is gone; sometimes, never to be seen again. And a new awareness, a fresh vision, and a whole different perspective has been born.
Not because we planned it this way, but when you’ve gone into the deep and survived, it changes you. You discover who you really are and who you are not.
And you realize who He is, and how much He loves you. You acknowledge how much you need Him and how with Him, you’ll never again be alone.
Let your conduct be without covetousness; be content with such things as you have. For He Himself has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
Hebrews 13:5
But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light; who once were not a people but are now the people of God, who had not obtained mercy but now have obtained mercy.
If we are to call ourselves Christians, then we automatically have to be becoming something that in the past, we were not. If we aren’t, then why claim to be a Christian?
Anything you read about Christ will show you that He constantly brought the questions of change to the heart and mind of everyone He met. It don’t matter if it was the woman at the well or the blind man on the roadside. He didn’t encounter people to help them remain the way they came.
So, why would we ever placate to those who want to proclaim Christianity; yet, they demand to remain in their sin? Why would we accept the pressure of rewriting Scripture to help someone feel better about their sinful lifestyle? Why would we try to stretch theology like a pretzel to create a narrative that is too far away from Truth simply to show someone we “love” him or her because otherwise our disagreement is received as hate speech?
My following of Christ created within me a desire to seek His Truth and to become more like Him, not more like myself or this world. If I desire to remain the same or to be more like this world, then, why don’t I just do it? Why would I ever demand someone else to change their belief system to accommodate mine?
If we want to be more Christlike, then, let’s do just that. If we want to be more like the world, then there is no one, including God making us to do otherwise. (He never makes us serve Him, change for Him, or live for Him. He only invites us to because His ways are better.)
So, if we are to claim ourselves to be Christians, then let us live as one. One described by Christ Himself and those who followed Him and who wrote about Him…
Now by this we know that we know Him, if we keep His commandments. He who says, “I know Him,” and does not keep His commandments, is a liar, and the truth is not in him. But whoever keeps His word, truly the love of God is perfected in him. By this we know that we are in Him. He who says he abides in Him ought himself also to walk just as He walked.
1 John 2:3-6
Imitate me, just as I also imitate Christ.
1 Corinthians 11:1
Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it. For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?”
I watched this trailer today, coupled with this new song titled, “I Will.” It’s so moving and truthfully, convicting, and began a series of questions within my heart and mind…
Often as Christians, we sing songs like this with bold, declarative statements of Christiansese: “I will,” “I surrender all,” “Tear Off the Roof (to get to You),” and “Champion;” yet, I then see the conflicts within the Christian culture, and I wonder are we really ready to give our all? Are we truly at the place where we’d do all it takes to be in His presence and to share the gospel to save a life, even if it cost us our own?
If I’m honest, I’ve struggled with this question numerous times; so, I’m not pointing the finger as if I’m ready and you’re not. But that doesn’t void the validity of the question. My personal struggle and prayer that I’d be ready doesn’t nullify the urgency that we all should be searching our hearts for this answer.
There will come a day soon when the liberties we now enjoy may not be so welcomed. There will come a day, maybe not as far off as we might think, that grabbing a Bible, going to church, or freely sharing the gospel with someone on the street corner might not be overlooked by those who can arrest us, charge us, and take our very lives.
And we need to be prepared NOW for that probability. We need to be searching our hearts NOW. We need to be allowing God to refine us of the self preservation in which we live and drawing us closer to Him to become the soldiers of the cross whom we claim to be in this present day, rather than live under the pretenses that we might be that person.
If we don’t prepare now, we will never become tomorrow what we aren’t becoming today.
So, let me end with these heart checks. It’s not for me to know, but I’d love to know maybe you struggle with these honest questions, too.
Yet, if for nothing more, my prayer is these questions will awaken your soul to any slothfulness that might hiding in the recesses of your heart. My prayer is these might cause us all to do a deep heart evaluation and “report for duty,” if you will, to a King who is coming to take His children home and Who has commissioned us to win the lost because He desires to take more than just you and me…
When’s the last time you invited someone to your church? And they came?
When’s the last time you shared your faith with someone who doesn’t know Him?
When’s the last time you prayed the “sinner’s prayer” with someone and watched God transform their life?
When’s the last time you discipled a new convert? And stuck with him/her through the highs and lows of their faith)?
When’s the last time you saw someone veer from the Truth, and you confronted them with that truth?
When’s the last time you saw someone living in sin, and you confronted them of the wrong and the dangers of it to help them see the Truth?
…and the Lord added to the church daily those who were being saved.
Acts 2:47
And with many other words he testified and exhorted them, saying, “Be saved from this perverse generation.” Then those who gladly received his word were baptized; and that day about three thousand souls were added tothem. And they continued steadfastly in the apostles’ doctrine and fellowship, in the breaking of bread, and in prayers. Then fear came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were done through the apostles.
What brings you joy? I’m not talking about the happy go lucky, goofy smile you plaster on while your heart is shattered. I’m not talking about the stoic half grin you portray as darkness closes in. I’m talking about the deep down, overwhelming joy that overflows into that guttural laugh that can’t be quenched. I’m talking about the pure “spring in your step” that only gets lighter when the rain begins to fall.
That kind of joy is everlasting. That kind of joy isn’t man made. That kind of joy can’t come from any other source but in the depths of your soul where faith is born. That kind of joy can only come from the One who created you, loves you, died for you and longs to redeem you and take you to eternity one day. That kind of joy is worth everything you’ve got.
The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.
Creating an emergency preparedness plan will be determined by which emergency it might be.
Is it flood, fire, water spout? Is it earthquake, tornado, or tsunami?
If you’re rising high to avoid the flood plains, the tornado is going to call your name. If you’re digging under to avoid the quake, the tsunami might find its way through the tunnel. If spreading waves to avoid the flames, the water spout might feel too comfortable to join.
Emergency Preparedness Plans must be in tact for all disasters; yet, one plan is often over looked and forgotten.
What about your heart? Does your heart have an emergency preparedness plan?
This one isn’t really complicated. It doesn’t take a lot of time nor do you have to buy a thing.
Just have a little talk with Jesus. Tell Him all about your troubles. Repent of your sins, and believe.
That’s it. It’s that easy.
And you’ll be prepared for life.
You’ll be ready for anything they might come!
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
What a funny and revealing question to ask if someone practices religion. But maybe that’s a normal activity outside my little corner of the world.
Practicing a religion creates an image of rituals, traditions and an adherence to a law or laws that has not relationship, no interaction, no love for real persons. Practicing a religion makes me think of practicing for a sport, an activity, or an upcoming event but never allowing that given circumstance to become a part of you. Because practicing for something is very different than embracing something, becoming something, and allowing that something to become a part of you.
When something is a part of your life, and you embrace it for all it is, it becomes who you are. You don’t simply practice a ritual, but you live a lifestyle. You don’t simply follow a tradition, you know it like the back of your hand. You don’t simply obey a law of the religion because you’re told to do so, but rather you surrender because there’s a higher purpose for the obedience than just the obedience.
So, to answer the question directly, “Do (you) practice religion?” I guess, I’d have to answer in complexity and simplicity, all at the same time.
You see, I’ve fallen in love with a man named Jesus, who is both God and man. I have a relationship with Him. I have embraced His ways as my own, and although, I may fall and don’t get it quite right at times, I keep striving to seek His ways and follow them for the betterment of my life.
Some people might call me religious because I do somethings that are considered traditional, like prayer, church attendance, and paying my tithes. And I do somethings that some would believe to be ritualistic like following certain words of wisdom, listening to preachers, or even things I won’t indulge in.
But I’d have to disagree. Because it’s not about a religion, and it’s not about a tradition; although, those things are attached to the reality of it, I suppose.
It’s all about a relationship with a Savior who has completely changed my life and the trajectory thereof.
It’s all about His knowing every tiny intricate detail of me, my emotions, my thoughts, my being and my beliefs, and He still loves me. It’s all about His knowing me, loving me, and long me enough to never leave me the same.
He invites me into a personal relationship with Him, and my mind cannot even fathom everything about Him. And in exchange for my surrendering my will and ways for His, He gives me eternal life and the promise of heaven that is more beautiful than anything ever imaginable.
He’s amazing.
And I’d encourage all who read this to check Him out for yourself…
“This is the covenant that I will make with them after those days, says the Lord: I will put My laws into their hearts, and in their minds I will write them,” then He adds, “Their sins and their lawless deeds I will remember no more.” Now where there is remission of these, there is no longer an offering for sin.” Hebrews 10:16-18 NKJV
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.
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