Category: General

  • A New Year – Same Grief

    This can be an especially challenging time of the year.  The holidays are behind us and we begin to move forward into a new year.  Many do not want to move forward into a new year because it means moving on without our loved one.  We do not want to find out what it is like to start 2022 without him.  We do not want to learn to live without her.  Yet, here we are facing a new year.  It can be lonely and frightening and really difficult.  

    To add to our difficulties, winter brings long nights and very short days.  The darkness seems to consume us.  We feel like it is time to go to bed and it is only 6 pm.  We wake up and it is still dark.  The sun coming up is a highlight and seems to come a little too late and leaves a little too early.  We don’t want to go through cold, lonely, long nights.  We just want our lives back the way they were.  And yet, here we are.  

    When life takes turns we did not ask for and we did not wish, how do we continue to move forward?  Sometimes we move slowly and cautiously.  It can feel like one step forward and three steps back.  It can seem as if we are making no progress at all.  Grief sneaks up on us and when we think we have this under control, we are knocked down again.  We struggle to regain our footing one more time.  Is there good news in it all?  Will this ever end?

    The answer is yes and no.  You will always miss your loved one.  There will always be times when you wish she was by your side.  There will always be moments you can’t believe he isn’t there.  I experienced this over Christmas myself.  My Dad died seven years ago.  That is a lot of time to process grief and move forward.  Yet, I found myself sitting in Christmas Eve Service a bit sad and hurt because he wasn’t there.  My daughter was singing in the church he pastored.  I couldn’t help but think how proud he would be of his granddaughters – singing, dancing, graduating to careers.  He loved these girls more than anything.  Yet, he is missing some of the most beautiful moments of their lives.  I allow myself to sit with it for a moment – even to be a little angry and a lot disappointed in it all.  But then, I move forward – grateful that I have the gift of being here to experience it.  I find myself grateful for all he instilled in these girls in the short time they had to know him.  And I am grateful there are more beautiful moments to come.  

    This progression doesn’t happen quickly.  We don’t wake up one day and the grief is gone.  Grief is unique and strange.  It comes and goes like waves of the ocean.  We celebrate the life of someone we love so much one moment and miss them like crazy the next.  We want them here with us so bad we ache and also give thanks they are not suffering any longer.  It is a part of who we are.  It is a part of loving someone so very much.  

    Yes, the nights are long – but the good news is the sun will rise.  It may not come up as quickly as we like or stay as long as we like.  But it does rise.  It rises and gives us glimpses of good.  It rises and brightens moments we would have missed otherwise.  The sun will rise and we will continue on our journey of grief.  Joy is around the corner – it just may be we don’t reach that corner today.  

    The best part of winter for me is what is happening beneath the surface I cannot see.  God, in his infinite wisdom, brings winter to allow for the nurturing of the ground and the restoration of beauty yet to be seen.  There is so much that goes on below the brown, crunchy grass.  Nutrients are being gathered.  Renewal is taking place.  Goodness is being fueled and we don’t even notice.  But in the spring, it will all start to show.  All the work of winter will spring forward in just a few months. 

    God is working in us too.  It may feel dark and harsh and lonely right now.  But God is at work in you.  He is not done with you yet – that’s why you still have life and breath.  Yes, everything you have known has changed.  Yes, it can be really scary.  But we are told over and over again to not be afraid – God is with us.  And he has promised the morning will come.  And with the morning, comes joy.  Joy may not be today.  It may only be for a brief moment.  But goodness is growing in you too.  Keep moving forward, one small step at a time (even if you fall back three steps).  There is beauty being formed beneath the surface.  Joy does eventually come.  You are not alone.

    Blessings as you begin this New Year!

    Brad

  • Unexpected Love

    Life rarely turns out like we expect – or in my opinion, it never turns out as we expect.  There are so many unexpected plot twists.  We make some good decisions and we make some really poor ones.  Sometimes it seems as if everything is going in the right direction only to find we are on a dead end street and we need to turn around and try again.  We celebrate too little and beat ourselves up too often.  And yet, through it all, we find that God is with us (despite ourselves).

    29 years ago today, Wendy and I went on our first date.  It wasn’t fancy.  For most, it was unremarkable.  But for us, it was the beginning.  It hasn’t always been easy.  Actually, there have been some really super difficult times.  Today, though, we have grown together and found out our love for each other is stronger than even we imagined.  Most people who knew us then would have never guessed it.  Neither did we at the time.  But here we are – and I couldn’t be more grateful.

    One of the most important lessons we have learned together is just how powerful God’s love is.  As Christians, this idea is thrown around a lot.  It is spread as a concept like confetti.  But we don’t always practice it.  We don’t always live like it.  And we don’t always see it in us.  God’s love is more powerful than our highs and lows.  His love endures through our most difficult times and holds us so very tight.  His love reminds us we are never alone in our darkest moments.  His love never ends.  It is too much for my mind to comprehend.  But when I am anxious and overwhelmed, I do my best to remember it. 

    What does this really mean?  No matter where you may find yourself today, you are never too far from God’s love.  You are not unlovable.  You are not beyond reach from God.  You are beautifully and wonderfully made – and you didn’t do anything to earn this.  You are created as God’s beloved.  You are special to God.  As much as I love Wendy, she is even more important to God.  That’s hard to take in.  And so are you…loved beyond belief.

    Love doesn’t mean things go the way we want or expect or deserve.  Love means through it all, we are never without.  We are never in a drought of God’s love.  And God shows his love to us every single day.  I’m beyond grateful I went on a date with a beautiful young lady 29 years ago.  And I’m even more grateful she became my best friend and my wife.  

    Here’s a reminder about God’s love for me and for you from Romans 8:

    38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

    Now THAT’S love.

  • Presence Greater Than Worry – Devotion 283

    Aren’t you worried about that?  It is a line we have likely repeated more times than we care to remember.  It is repeated to us if we seem at peace.  When there are things going on in our world or even in our lives, there is an expectation of worry.  It stems from fear.  We are fearful something will be outside of our control and we will be left helpless.  It is a natural fear which produces what seems to be a natural worry.  And then we meet those people who experience peace.  What is the deal with them?  

    I admit I think there are some of us more prone to worry than others.  But I also believe we are all given an inner peace few of us really realize.  We are given a calmness, a sense that no matter what happens, it will be okay.  I am not talking about a ‘pie in the sky’ kind of thinking.  I am talking about a true peace which helps us to realize worrying about things which we cannot control is futile.  It is a waste of our time and energy.  It is useless – unless you just like have a knotted stomach all the time.  

    Worry seems to dim the more I spend time with God.  I begin to feel his presence and realize his goodness all around me.  My vision of what is true becomes clearer.  Many of my worries are not based on any truth at all.  It is skewed by my limited perspective.  And then the sun rises one more day – the clearing begins to show its orange and yellow hues in the middle of a dark blue sky.  Another day begins and God is with us.  God’s presence can bring a sense of calm like nothing else.  

    Today’s focus scripture is contained in one of my favorite Psalms.  Psalm 46 speaks to the power and love of God in a compelling way.  This particular verse reminds me not to worry or fear – no matter what may go on in the world.  I can experience God’s peace and presence, even when everything seems to be turned upside down.  I won’t say I have this all together.  I will say I am a work in progress – but moving forward in God is all that is really required anyway.  

    Focus Scripture:

    Psalm 46:2-3

    Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change,
        though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;
    though its waters roar and foam,
        though the mountains tremble with its tumult.

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  • Doing Right and Good

    Act like you know.  Make the right decision.  Do what is right.  Follow the right path.  You were raised to do better.

    We have all of these directives in our lives.  They are often vague.  What is right?  How do we know what is right?  What if we have been raised one way but haven’t actually explored any other way?  How do we know we are doing the right thing or even thinking the right way?  What if the way we have been shaped has so influenced us that we cannot see past that?

    These are all questions that help us to begin to explore doing the right thing.  If we aren’t asking the questions, we may take for granted what we know is the right way.  We may be missing what it means to be just and kind and loving if we are simply basing our decisions on what someone else has told us.

    It reminds me of when I am talking to people about a popular Bible story.  I will mention this story and they might mention…yeah, I remember when that happened.  What comes after that may not even be correct Biblically.  It may not be what is actually even written.  We can remember what people have told us in different ways than may actually be true.  It isn’t the fault the other person or of us.  We interpret what we hear based on our background and circumstances at the time.  It may be that we have learned some things completely wrong and have held fast to a notion that doesn’t really exist, except in our own minds.  We might be surprised if we took the time to read the Bible for ourselves and search deeply for what God is teaching in his Word.  Truly read it without trying to read into it what we think we know…that is the key.

    1 Peter 3:13-22

    3:13 Now who will harm you if you are eager to do what is good?

    3:14 But even if you do suffer for doing what is right, you are blessed. Do not fear what they fear, and do not be intimidated,

    3:15 but in your hearts sanctify Christ as Lord. Always be ready to make your defense to anyone who demands from you an accounting for the hope that is in you;

    3:16 yet do it with gentleness and reverence. Keep your conscience clear, so that, when you are maligned, those who abuse you for your good conduct in Christ may be put to shame.

    3:17 For it is better to suffer for doing good, if suffering should be God’s will, than to suffer for doing evil.

    3:18 For Christ also suffered for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, in order to bring you to God. He was put to death in the flesh, but made alive in the spirit,

    3:19 in which also he went and made a proclamation to the spirits in prison,

    3:20 who in former times did not obey, when God waited patiently in the days of Noah, during the building of the ark, in which a few, that is, eight persons, were saved through water.

    3:21 And baptism, which this prefigured, now saves you–not as a removal of dirt from the body, but as an appeal to God for a good conscience, through the resurrection of Jesus Christ,

    3:22 who has gone into heaven and is at the right hand of God, with angels, authorities, and powers made subject to him.

    This scripture presents for me questions – Where does your hope come from?  Why do you have hope?  What is it about you that is so hopeful?  What is it that makes you different?  Why is your outlook so unique?

    All of these are based on a couple of things.  First, that we have hope.  And second, that others recognize that we have hope.  Those may seem simple enough but especially in times like these, we don’t often appear very hopeful.  We may appear more angry or disturbed.  We may appear more entitled or belligerent.  We could simply appear anything except hopeful.  But as followers of Christ, hope is a part of us.  It is a part of our lives.  It is a part of how we function in difficult times.  But in times like these, we are really pushed.  So where does our hope come from?  What about the hope that is living in us?

    We find genuine hope when we discover Christ.  Hope comes through Christ and in him.  Hope is found not in our circumstances but in the One who created us, loves us and offers us redemption.  We find hope in Christ.  He offers us hope because we can have a new life in him.  We can find forgiveness when we have gone wrong.  We can find joy where we thought joy was no longer possible.  We can realize that we are loved beyond measure because he loves us so greatly.  This gives us hope that things can be better.  This gives us hope that no matter our situation, God is with us and promises us a new way.  He did not come in anger.  He did not come in spite.  He did not come in fury.  Jesus came to us in love.  And through this, we find hope.  It is also how people can discover the hope in us – by the way we follow Christ.  We are to be known by our love.

    When our hope is genuine, we are often more compassionate because we are not trying to defend something we do not know…something that someone has given us.  We are not trying to create something or contain something that is not truth because we know the truth, and he has set us free.

    When hope is genuine, we do good because it is a part of us because Jesus is a part of us.  We do good by doing what he has called us to do.  Good and right are not defined by our standards.  Think about it – what I may consider good may be different than what you consider good.  What I may determine is right may not be the same as what you determine as right.  So to know what is good and right comes from following Jesus.  He knows what is good and right because he is.  He knows what love is because he is.  He knows how hope feels because he is.  So to know what is good and right, we follow him – not our ideals or feelings.

    As I mentioned last week, good and right does not equal superiority of one person above another.  It does not favor a race or an ethnic group.  Jesus offers true life to all and he sees what is in the heart, not what we see.  So hate, racism, sexism, or any of the like are NEVER a part of what is good and right.  If we are going to follow Jesus, we are going to find the good, but it might be in places we would have deemed wrong.  Be prepared to have our world turned upside down and some of the truths we have so long held to be taken down in favor of the truths of God’s Word.

    When hope is genuine, we will find that we listen.  We listen to God and how he is leading us.  We will listen to where he is guiding us and when he calls us out for our sins, our wrongdoings and our shortcomings.  We will also listen when he calls us his beloved, his child, his disciple.  When we listen, we will read his Word with fresh eyes.  We will hear his commands to love others with fresh ears.  We will live our lives with fresh perspective.  We will be challenged to follow what he has for us.  It will probably mean we begin to mend fences.  It will likely mean we find we have been wrong and ask forgiveness.  It may mean we make amends where we never thought possible.  We may even be convicted for things we held onto so tightly.  We may find we were wrong.  But in the end, we will find what is good and right.

    I pray that we begin to find hope.  May we live what is good and right and may our lives be changed.  May others see the hope in us and may we show them Christ.  And may it begin with me.

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  • As you are

    Why not go fishing?  Why not spend some time in the quiet to bring you back to where it all started?  Why not be around friends trying to figure out…what now?  Why not enjoy time away from the commotion of it all?  It is better without the crowds and the accusations and the whirlwind of events that have taken place.  It is a chance to breathe, rest and reset.  It is a chance to simply be.

    They had been through so much in such a short period of time.  Exhaustion, frustration, embarrassment, fear, grief, excitement and confusion had to be wrapped together so tight that it was just better to get away for a while.  Everyone processes it differently.  Everyone finds their own way through the maze of grief.  It is a journey that they were trying to grasp.  Fishing made complete sense.

    I can imagine that the series of events probably played on a continuous loop in their minds, over and over again.  What he has taught them, what he had said, how they had fled, how they were so afraid, what they felt and what if they had done things differently?  What if they had been braver?  What if they had stayed?  What if they had prayed harder instead of sleeping?  What if they had been more faithful instead of jumping ship at the first sign of trouble?  What must it have been like for Jesus to suffer without the disciples?  What had caused them to react like they did?  What was missing?  Just fish.  Put it behind you for a moment and spend time on the water…and fish.  All night fishing, even if you don’t catch anything, is better than the fear of being locked behind doors.  It is way better than trying to explain what was going on.  It was the only answer they knew.

    And then they see someone on the beach.  He is cooking, that would be obvious from a distance.  The smoke rising from the fire would have been a signal of welcome.  He calls for them to catch fish and oh do they!  They catch more than they can hold.  John proclaims, Peter swims and the catch just keeps coming.  They catch until they reach the beach.  They catch and now they are there, on the sand with him.

    Jesus met them where they were.  He invited them.  He welcomed them.  It was an invitation to come and see – see the scars, enjoy the meal, feel the joy in the presence of the Lord.  The invitation didn’t come with conditions.  It didn’t come with a list of rules or a way to behave.  It didn’t come with attire or manners or anything else.  It was a meal that he had prepared.  There was no scorning, no remediation, no making them feel belittled…it was a simple message of come as you are…I’m here to meet you.  He brought the bread and fish to serve them.  He prepared a meal for them to experience the fellowship around the fire.  He was there to meet them.  He was there to show them they were loved.  He called them children because that’s what they are…God’s children.  They were loved and belonged.  They were welcomed.  He simply gave the invitation with no strings attached.  And they came, sat down and ate.

    This powerful story reminds me that Jesus meets us where we are and transports us to where we need to be…sometimes through a simple meal.

    We don’t get excluded because we didn’t get it…because we have strayed…because we are not good enough.  We get invited.  The invitation is to come and experience new life and new triumphs.  Jesus knew about their loss, knew they were unsuccessful, knew they were dismayed, and knew they would be hungry.  He understood because he knew them.

    Here’s the thing…He knows us, too.  He doesn’t expect us to be someone else.  He just expects us to follow.  He will take care of the rest.  He feeds, he nurtures, he revives…he gives life because he is life.  Come and enjoy the meal.  Sit and listen.  Come as you are.

    Lots of people have been told they do not belong.  They have been made to feel as though there would be not seat at the table for them, no invitation because of what they have done or said or thought or who they had become.  They have been made to feel that you can come when you get your life straight or you get clean or you give up your bad habits or you stop sinning or you dress right or talk right or believe right.  Maybe that’s where you find yourself.

    But hear this: the disciples had betrayed and ran and hid and were fearful.  They had missed it and had been unfaithful and were so off course.  And Jesus met them where they were and invited them to the meal.  He didn’t tell them to confess before they got there.  He didn’t ask them to get their life straight or figure out where they had gone wrong.  He didn’t ask them to sit down and write out their misgivings.  They knew who they were and they understood what they had done.  He didn’t need to berate them.  He simply needed to be with them, welcome them, love them and show them that they were loved just the way they were.  All the rest would take care of itself, for now, just sit at the meal and relax.  He didn’t come to belittle, he came to renew.

    So I hear Jesus inviting us just the way we are.  I hear him welcoming us because he loves us so very much.  He knows where we have been.  He knows what we have done.  He knows how we have missed it.  And yet, he calls us his children and invites us to sit, listen, learn, and follow.  No accusations, no judgment, no beating down, no embarrassment…just a welcome.  Welcome.  Come, eat, follow.  It really is that loving, because that’s who Jesus is.

    Focus Scripture:

    John 21 After these things Jesus showed himself again to the disciples by the Sea of Tiberias; and he showed himself in this way. Gathered there together were Simon Peter, Thomas called the Twin, Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two others of his disciples. Simon Peter said to them, “I am going fishing.” They said to him, “We will go with you.” They went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing.

    Just after daybreak, Jesus stood on the beach; but the disciples did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to them, “Children, you have no fish, have you?” They answered him, “No.” He said to them, “Cast the net to the right side of the boat, and you will find some.” So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in because there were so many fish. That disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, “It is the Lord!” When Simon Peter heard that it was the Lord, he put on some clothes, for he was naked, and jumped into the sea. But the other disciples came in the boat, dragging the net full of fish, for they were not far from the land, only about a hundred yards off.

    When they had gone ashore, they saw a charcoal fire there, with fish on it, and bread. 10 Jesus said to them, “Bring some of the fish that you have just caught.” 11 So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, a hundred fifty-three of them; and though there were so many, the net was not torn. 12 Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.” Now none of the disciples dared to ask him, “Who are you?” because they knew it was the Lord. 13 Jesus came and took the bread and gave it to them, and did the same with the fish. 14 This was now the third time that Jesus appeared to the disciples after he was raised from the dead.

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  • Feasting at the Table

    One of the most difficult parts of our current situation is the lack of physical community.  Online community is fine and needed and welcomed.  But this is a short term fix.  In the long term, we crave community, the time together to fellowship, socialize and just enjoy the company of others.  It is built into us, even for those of us that are introverts.  To work alongside of others, to strive together, to build together, to serve together is crucial.  We are stronger together.  One of the most essential parts of community is fellowship around the table.  Sitting at the table with friends, neighbors and strangers helps to develop bonds that far outlast any meal.  The ease at which we share, the peace at which we feast, and the joy of the blessings of the meal are priceless.  There is nothing that really replaces that need.  It is something that our bodies were built for.  We are missing it, but it will return.  I can only hope that it returns with such expectant joy that we spend many valuable hours around the table with others.  May our homes be filled with new friends, may we build relationships with those we have not gotten to know, and may we feast with our community in such joy that our lives are forever changed.

    Now, that may sound a bit idealistic.  It may feel like I am asking a lot of a meal and maybe I am expecting too much.  How would a simple meal actually change anything?  Why would this activity of which we can participate at any point becomes so pivotal?  Meals really can change things when God is present.  And I think that is most evident in the scripture for today.

    Luke 24:13-32

    13 Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles[f] from Jerusalem, 14 and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. 15 While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them, 16 but their eyes were kept from recognizing him. 17 And he said to them, “What are you discussing with each other while you walk along?” They stood still, looking sad.[g] 18 Then one of them, whose name was Cleopas, answered him, “Are you the only stranger in Jerusalem who does not know the things that have taken place there in these days?” 19 He asked them, “What things?” They replied, “The things about Jesus of Nazareth,[h] who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, 20 and how our chief priests and leaders handed him over to be condemned to death and crucified him. 21 But we had hoped that he was the one to redeem Israel.[i] Yes, and besides all this, it is now the third day since these things took place. 22 Moreover, some women of our group astounded us. They were at the tomb early this morning, 23 and when they did not find his body there, they came back and told us that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who said that he was alive. 24 Some of those who were with us went to the tomb and found it just as the women had said; but they did not see him.” 25 Then he said to them, “Oh, how foolish you are, and how slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have declared! 26 Was it not necessary that the Messiah[j] should suffer these things and then enter into his glory?” 27 Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them the things about himself in all the scriptures. 28 As they came near the village to which they were going, he walked ahead as if he were going on. 29 But they urged him strongly, saying, “Stay with us, because it is almost evening and the day is now nearly over.” So he went in to stay with them. 30 When he was at the table with them, he took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to them. 31 Then their eyes were opened, and they recognized him; and he vanished from their sight. 32 They said to each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us[k] while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?” 

    These two people were forever changed.  Their hearts burned and it was not from indigestion.  Their lives had been renewed as their hope was refueled.  They had a reason to keep moving forward.  They had a joy that was unmistakable.  They were different and it happened around a table.  It all happened at a meal, that one unforgettable meal…not because the dish was the most outstanding dish they had ever tasted, but because of the presence of those around the table.  Table fellowship changed them and it changes us.

    They have traveled with this man, this man that didn’t seem to have a clue about what had been going on in Jerusalem.  He actually had missed the chaos of Passover and all that had occurred.  But then he began to speak.  He opened up the scriptures as they had never heard before.  He explained Moses, the Exodus, the prophets…the mysteries were not so mysterious any longer.  He helped them to understand what had been so challenging.  This Messiah wasn’t so hidden – all they needed was right there in the Scriptures.  If they were just willing to listen, to hear, to allow the words to fill them…then they could find what they needed for life, for hope, for a future.  This was fascinating and motivational.  But this was not the pivotal point that they experienced.  This was important – the Scriptures helped them to realize the works of the Messiah, they were guided by the word in faith and action, they were given hope where they had lost all hope.  But their pivotal moment came around the table.  The man was planning to move right on, but being hospitable, they encouraged him to come and sit at the table.

    They did not have to invite him.  They had spent all day with him.  They could have just let him continue on his journey.  But if they had not invited him, they would have missed the experience.  If they had hesitated to have him around the table, they would have missed the one that loved them more than they could imagine.  They would have had a lesson, they would have gone through life understanding more, they would have had the Scripture explained…but they would have missed the personal fellowship with the man if they had not welcomed him to the table.

    When it was that they sat at the table with him, enjoying the meal and the fellowship, their eyes were opened.  They realized that the man they had traveled with was actually Jesus.  They were given the privilege to see, to truly see for the first time ever, that Jesus was right there before them.  And they saw him at a meal.

    I wonder what we might see if we spent time with people around the table?  What might we miss when we decide who is worthy to sit at the table and who is not?  Could it be that we miss seeing Jesus when our table is reserved for those that are like us?  Jesus shows up in the most unexpected ways at the most unexpected times.  It just might be that he shows up for us when we welcome others to the table.

    When this stay at home order ends, when we begin to gather, may our tables be full of joy and laughter.  May our meals be with those we don’t know and those we can’t wait to know better.  May our stomachs fill with good things and our hearts burn from the experience of being with other children of God.  And may God fill our experiences with glimpses of him. May it happen around the table.

    The Family-Style Dinner Table in the Woods_.

  • Restoration

    I sit on my back patio this morning working remote and considering how our world has been turned upside down in just a few short weeks – just craziness.  After a while, all that’s going on begins to beat us down and make us weary.  Our souls can just be so very weary and tired.  There are signs of hope that pop up – I find just enough to encourage and motivate.  There are loving notes being sent, positive thoughts being shared, and kind texts floating around finding their way to just the right person at just the right time.  There is food being shared and face masks being made.  There are so many good things.  But those seem so small if we get caught up in the overwhelming weight of it all.  They can get lost in the darkness of these times and the depth of the troubles (at least if you watch the news).  But this morning, the birds still sing their beautiful song, the sun shines extra bright and the breeze is a welcome refreshment to the craziness we call life.  I lay my head back in the sun and these words echo in my heart… “He restores my soul”  Yes!!  In the middle of the turmoil, chaos, and unknowns…God restores my soul.  So we soak in the love and allow God to do what God does best – restoration.  May God restore your soul today.

    He restores my soul

  • New Life is Beginning…Easter Sunday

    You cannot fully appreciate the resurrection of Sunday until you have been through the darkness of Friday and the silence of Saturday.  You do not know what joy it brings to have new life until you have seen the old life die.  You cannot grasp the gravity of the defeat of death until you have wallowed in the grief of the grave.  You cannot fully understand life until you have experienced life taken.  You cannot embrace the love of Christ until you begin to see that this Love was willing to die for you.

    We absolutely celebrate this Easter Sunday that Jesus is arisen – he is arisen indeed!  But that celebration follows the heavy, dark, deep grief of the last two days.  For just a moment, we have to put ourselves in the place of the disciples.  Their lives have been destroyed, moment by moment, as Jesus was beaten, battered, and eventually hung on a cross to die.  Jesus breathed his last breath.  Take that in for a moment.  Jesus breathed his last breath.  The Creator and Sustainer of life had no life.  He was put to death.  He was put to death and no one really fully understood why.  No one really got it.  It was a rush, an opportunity by the authorities to get this done, to pull one over while the chance offered itself.  If you get rid of the problem, everything goes back to normal, right?  If you can stop the one that is making trouble and challenging the control, then all will resume, surely.  Jesus was taking away control from those that had the clutches on control.  Controlling people was their specialty.  They may have even tried to control…God?  But Jesus had none of that.  Now he is dead, though.  He is dead and control is back where it belongs.  Except it is not.  Nothing will ever be the same again.  Jesus may be dead, but that is not the end of the story.  The disciples don’t know that.  They didn’t understand there was more to the story.  They didn’t get that this was the end of a chapter, not the end of the book.  There was more.  There is more.  But the disciples and Mary, Mary Magdalene, Martha, Lazarus…all they see is defeat, death, the tomb.  It had all happened so fast and now everyone is reeling from it all.  Everyone.  What is next?

    For the Marys, it is time to prepare the body.  That is what is next.  Passover has concluded, they can now do what their tradition holds for them to do.  It is part of their duty and yet it brings such peace – a sense of being able to do one last thing for Jesus.  As difficult as it is, they would have it no other way.  Jesus deserved the best and they would give that to him.  Except, they couldn’t.  He wasn’t there.

    Matthew 28:1-10 *scripture included below*

    It is Easter Sunday so you know…He IS risen.  But look at all the activity that took place for those first to the tomb, for those that were up early to serve.  They caught a glimpse of the mystery, they were invited into the Holy, they became a part of the unveiling.  God was NOT done yet.  A messenger brings what we consider good news – but what must have seemed like absolutely confusing and strange – even fearful news at the time.  He is not here.  Such a simple few words with more meaning that our minds can possibly comprehend – HE IS NOT HERE.  Where is he?  What happened?  What do you mean he is not here?  Who moved him?  What could possibly be going on?  Why is he not here?  And what do we do about this?  Then the news…he has been raised.  Raised from what?  Raised from the ground?  Taken to higher ground?  Raised higher in the tomb?  Taken to a safer place?  Not here and raised…what does this even mean?  Then the words…Come and see.  See for yourself what has happened.  See where he was and where he is no more.  Come over, get a closer look, and experience the mystery…experience what God has done.  He is NOT here!

    And now they are told to go.  Come and see – experience, take it in – allow it to wash over you like a shower of forgiveness.  And now go.  Go tell, go see for him for yourself.  Go tell the others what you have seen and what has happened…and then go meet him.  He is waiting for you.

    Matthew tells us that they left with fear and great joy.  That seems like a mix of emotions.  I bet they were a ball of nervous and confused energy.  What do we do with this?  What does this mean?  We saw him die, we know he died.  How can he be alive?  What has happened?  Excitement, fear, joy, sorrow, highs, lows and everything in between -all rolled into a ball as big as the stone that covered the tomb.  Except it has been moved.  Jesus knew this.  Jesus knew these women better than anyone.  He knew their heart, their sincerity, their love.  He knew their grief, he watched them mourn at his very feet.  He understood the weight of what had been poured down as his blood trickled right before their very eyes.  He got it.  And so he meets them on the way – for assurance, for guidance – but most of all, for love.  This was not the end, this is the turn of the chapter, a new life has begun.

    Our new life has begun.  In the middle of the turmoil, despite the darkness, in the center of our fears, new life is beginning.  Jesus is risen and that means something today – just like it meant something to Mary, Mary and the disciples.  It means hope has been restored.  It means the light has not been extinguished.  It means there is still life – and life forevermore.  Death does not have the final say, God does.  The devil does not have the ultimate hold, Jesus does.  Hatred, fear, anger do not have to rule our hearts – love can – love will – love does.  Love overwhelms and shines light in the dark places.  Love conquers – love wins.  Jesus brings new life.

    So, if you feel the darkness and the heaviness – if you are weighed down by the destruction, the mess that has too long wreaked havoc in your life, the hatred that has filled your very heart, and anger that has overtaken your mind – this is not the end.  You are not defeated.  You are no longer captive to your sin.  You are no longer a slave.  You are not captured, but you are set free.  Because Jesus arose, light has shone brighter than the noonday.  Because Jesus arose, you have the opportunity for life – real, true life.  You have the opportunity for freedom and joy.  You can have peace.  Darkness does not have to be all you see.  Because Jesus arose, he brings love where love has never been welcomed – into our hearts.  Jesus is alive.  Is HE alive in you?

    Jesus died so that we would have life.  If you are tired and longing for real life, seek Jesus.  If you are overwhelmed and beat up, find Jesus – he is waiting.  He died for you so that you would not live in the misery.  Jesus heals, your heart and your life.  Today, may we invite Jesus to live in us, through us, and with us.  May his Spirit guide our steps.  May his love wash over us and spill out everywhere we go.  And may he set us free – for he truly redeems.  Seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened, ask and you shall receive – Jesus is waiting for you today.  Blessings as he changes your life forever.

    Scripture Reference:  Matthew 28:1-10

    After the sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. And suddenly there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord, descending from heaven, came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothing white as snow. For fear of him the guards shook and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for he has been raised, as he said. Come, see the place where he[a] lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples, ‘He has been raised from the dead,[b] and indeed he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him.’ This is my message for you.” So they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples. Suddenly Jesus met them and said, “Greetings!” And they came to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him. 10 Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”

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  • The Silence…Holy Saturday

    There is an eerie silence in the air.  It is almost as if the world has stopped moving, time is standing still and the earth is holding its breath.  The silence hangs over me, waiting to take me over – for there are no words.  I am not sure what to even do next.  Why can’t this just be a nightmare I can wake up from?  Why does it have to continue?  What do I do without the one that called me to the light?  What does it all mean with Jesus dead?  Was it all for nothing?  Has the light been extinguished?  Am I no longer a Child of the Light?  And there is silence…no answer, no peace, nothing but silence.  I want to go back to bed and cover my head and pretend it never happened.  But it did – I saw, I experience, I am changed.

    They killed Jesus.  We killed Jesus.  The man that brought such love to this world is gone.  Does that mean love ends?  Does that mean there is no hope for this world?  I can’t possibly go back to doing things the way I had before I met him.  I can’t find a way to believe what I did before he changed me.  I can’t worship the way I once did.  Jesus is dead and I am lost.

    I have also heard that Judas is dead.  He was the reason I met Jesus in the first place.  He was the one that reached out to me to introduce this new way to live.  I do not understand what happened to him.  All that took place was so unlike him.  I knew him to be a good guy.  He sat at the same table as Jesus.  He had his feet washed just like everyone else.  I saw how he looked at Jesus and it was not with hatred, but with a longing to belong.  He wasn’t cruel and he wasn’t filled with hate.  Something took over  for him to bring all those soldiers to Jesus.  And I can’t even talk to him about it.  He is dead.

    I sit at my kitchen table unable to eat.  I can’t sleep – the images of what has happened burned into my mind.  It feels like a heavy weight on my chest and my breathing is labored.  I do not know what to do.  So I sit in silence and wait.  Wait for what I do not know.  But I wait.

    Focus Scripture: John 19:38-42

    38 After these things, Joseph of Arimathea, who was a disciple of Jesus, though a secret one because of his fear of the Jews, asked Pilate to let him take away the body of Jesus. Pilate gave him permission; so he came and removed his body. 39 Nicodemus, who had at first come to Jesus by night, also came, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds. 40 They took the body of Jesus and wrapped it with the spices in linen cloths, according to the burial custom of the Jews. 41 Now there was a garden in the place where he was crucified, and in the garden there was a new tomb in which no one had ever been laid. 42 And so, because it was the Jewish day of Preparation, and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.

    The Silence Giclee Print by Henry Fuseli at AllPosters_com

    The Silence by Henry Fuseli

  • It’s all too much… Good Friday of Holy Week

    I’m not sure I can express what I have seen tonight.  I am without words, in complete shock.  I am hurt to the depths of my soul and there is an aching of which I have never experienced before.  These have been the most difficult moments of my life.  I am drained, I am weary, I feel defeated, I am hopeless.  What I once thought is no more.  I am now living in a state of disbelief – is this nightmare ever going to end?  I don’t think so.  I don’t see how it can.  It is finished.

    I will do my best with what I have seen and heard.  It is a little spotty because things happened so very fast and I felt so out of control.  It was as if events flashed before my eyes and all I could do was hold on.  It all began with the washing of the feet, the whisper that Judas had with Jesus, the dinner.  It all seemed to begin there.  After the meal, everyone got up and headed out.  I wasn’t quite ready to go home, so I tagged along.  They went to this garden which seemed familiar to everyone else, like they had been there multiple times.  I had been by the garden but had not actually spent any time here.  It was not somewhere I was completely familiar.  Then I see Judas coming up.  At first, it was a welcome sight because he was the one that had invited me to the dinner in the first place – he had introduced me to Jesus.  But the welcome sight became frightening very quickly.  He was not alone.  There were soldiers and police with him.  I tried to make eye contact with him, but he would not look my way.  It was as if he had turned into someone I did not know.  My heart sank.  What was he doing, what was this all about?  It couldn’t be good.  It turns out that Judas was bringing them to Jesus.

    It becomes even more confusing at that point – it looks like Peter is ready for a fight.  They have brought soldiers and police and so Peter is ready to take them down.  He even cuts one of them.  But from what I could see, Jesus touched him and took care of him – the enemy.  He healed those that had come for him.  I definitely don’t understand why, but I do know that is just who Jesus is.  So they take him like he is a criminal.  I am so confused because I can’t imagine that Jesus has done anything to be treated like this.  You would think he is a fugitive or murderer the way they haul him off.  I could leave but I just can’t go home, not with all this going on.  I follow at a distance.  Peter follows too but I lose him somewhere in the crowd.

    We end up at Pilate’s – the one in charge.  I knew this was more serious than I had originally thought.  It looks like they want him to do something with Jesus.  The crowds have gathered and it looks like a mob.  I feel like someone woke all the people in town and told them to come for a show.  I’m at the back of the crowd and can barely see Jesus – but I did hear that Pilate was offering to set him free.  I thought – good, now we can get this nightmare behind us and go home.  But the people shouted to release someone else instead.  Do these people not know who he is?  Have they not heard him speak?  Have they not eaten the bread he passed out? Who were these people anyway and what did they have against Jesus?  It seemed like everyone around had a vendetta that I was unaware.  What had Jesus done that was so bad – that everyone hated him so much?  So they carried him off.

    I couldn’t watch what happened after that.  It started off bad and I can only imagine it got worse.  They were beating him like he was the most cruel, vile criminal that ever existed.  They treated him like he had killed multiple people and had to pay.  The anger and hatred on their faces as they whipped him was horrifying.  It is amazing what we can do when fueled with hatred and anger.  I turned my head – I was nauseous.  I had seen enough.  I couldn’t watch any longer.  I sat down on the ground and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening.  Everyone was so angry – so much rage.  It was destroying me inside.

    Before I knew it, the crowd was moving again.  Whether it was hours or minutes, I do not know.  I was losing track of time and days.  This was the worst experience of my life.  I wanted to go home but I needed to know what they were going to do to Jesus.  I felt so helpless in that all I could do was watch.  I could see him through the crowds, he looked defeated.  I wouldn’t even have known it was him if I hadn’t been there.  They had beaten him beyond recognition and now had given him a cross.  They were going to hang him.  They were really going to do this.  I couldn’t understand why or how.  I didn’t understand what he did.  No one could tell me.  They just wanted him dead.  And I just wanted to be sitting at the table with him over dinner – learning what it meant to love.

    The next image is burned in my mind for the rest of my life.  I will never be able to forget.  From the back of the crowd, I see a wooden cross hoisted from the ground and on it was Jesus.  I just couldn’t.  This was too much.  It was over.  I went home.

    Today’s Scripture – John 18:1-19:42

    18 After Jesus had spoken these words, he went out with his disciples across the Kidron valley to a place where there was a garden, which he and his disciples entered. Now Judas, who betrayed him, also knew the place, because Jesus often met there with his disciples. So Judas brought a detachment of soldiers together with police from the chief priests and the Pharisees, and they came there with lanterns and torches and weapons. Then Jesus, knowing all that was to happen to him, came forward and asked them, “Whom are you looking for?” They answered, “Jesus of Nazareth.”[a] Jesus replied, “I am he.”[b] Judas, who betrayed him, was standing with them. When Jesus[c] said to them, “I am he,”[d]they stepped back and fell to the ground. Again he asked them, “Whom are you looking for?” And they said, “Jesus of Nazareth.”[e] Jesus answered, “I told you that I am he.[f] So if you are looking for me, let these men go.” This was to fulfill the word that he had spoken, “I did not lose a single one of those whom you gave me.” 10 Then Simon Peter, who had a sword, drew it, struck the high priest’s slave, and cut off his right ear. The slave’s name was Malchus. 11 Jesus said to Peter, “Put your sword back into its sheath. Am I not to drink the cup that the Father has given me?”

    12 So the soldiers, their officer, and the Jewish police arrested Jesus and bound him. 13 First they took him to Annas, who was the father-in-law of Caiaphas, the high priest that year. 14 Caiaphas was the one who had advised the Jews that it was better to have one person die for the people.

    15 Simon Peter and another disciple followed Jesus. Since that disciple was known to the high priest, he went with Jesus into the courtyard of the high priest, 16 but Peter was standing outside at the gate. So the other disciple, who was known to the high priest, went out, spoke to the woman who guarded the gate, and brought Peter in. 17 The woman said to Peter, “You are not also one of this man’s disciples, are you?” He said, “I am not.” 18 Now the slaves and the police had made a charcoal fire because it was cold, and they were standing around it and warming themselves. Peter also was standing with them and warming himself.

    19 Then the high priest questioned Jesus about his disciples and about his teaching. 20 Jesus answered, “I have spoken openly to the world; I have always taught in synagogues and in the temple, where all the Jews come together. I have said nothing in secret. 21 Why do you ask me? Ask those who heard what I said to them; they know what I said.” 22 When he had said this, one of the police standing nearby struck Jesus on the face, saying, “Is that how you answer the high priest?” 23 Jesus answered, “If I have spoken wrongly, testify to the wrong. But if I have spoken rightly, why do you strike me?” 24 Then Annas sent him bound to Caiaphas the high priest.

    25 Now Simon Peter was standing and warming himself. They asked him, “You are not also one of his disciples, are you?” He denied it and said, “I am not.” 26 One of the slaves of the high priest, a relative of the man whose ear Peter had cut off, asked, “Did I not see you in the garden with him?” 27 Again Peter denied it, and at that moment the cock crowed.

    28 Then they took Jesus from Caiaphas to Pilate’s headquarters.[g] It was early in the morning. They themselves did not enter the headquarters,[h] so as to avoid ritual defilement and to be able to eat the Passover. 29 So Pilate went out to them and said, “What accusation do you bring against this man?” 30 They answered, “If this man were not a criminal, we would not have handed him over to you.” 31 Pilate said to them, “Take him yourselves and judge him according to your law.” The Jews replied, “We are not permitted to put anyone to death.” 32 (This was to fulfill what Jesus had said when he indicated the kind of death he was to die.)

    33 Then Pilate entered the headquarters[i] again, summoned Jesus, and asked him, “Are you the King of the Jews?” 34 Jesus answered, “Do you ask this on your own, or did others tell you about me?” 35 Pilate replied, “I am not a Jew, am I? Your own nation and the chief priests have handed you over to me. What have you done?” 36 Jesus answered, “My kingdom is not from this world. If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Jews. But as it is, my kingdom is not from here.” 37 Pilate asked him, “So you are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice.” 38 Pilate asked him, “What is truth?”

    After he had said this, he went out to the Jews again and told them, “I find no case against him. 39 But you have a custom that I release someone for you at the Passover. Do you want me to release for you the King of the Jews?” 40 They shouted in reply, “Not this man, but Barabbas!” Now Barabbas was a bandit.

    19 Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged. And the soldiers wove a crown of thorns and put it on his head, and they dressed him in a purple robe. They kept coming up to him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!” and striking him on the face. Pilate went out again and said to them, “Look, I am bringing him out to you to let you know that I find no case against him.” So Jesus came out, wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Pilate said to them, “Here is the man!” When the chief priests and the police saw him, they shouted, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” Pilate said to them, “Take him yourselves and crucify him; I find no case against him.” The Jews answered him, “We have a law, and according to that law he ought to die because he has claimed to be the Son of God.”

    Now when Pilate heard this, he was more afraid than ever. He entered his headquarters[j] again and asked Jesus, “Where are you from?” But Jesus gave him no answer. 10 Pilate therefore said to him, “Do you refuse to speak to me? Do you not know that I have power to release you, and power to crucify you?” 11 Jesus answered him, “You would have no power over me unless it had been given you from above; therefore the one who handed me over to you is guilty of a greater sin.” 12 From then on Pilate tried to release him, but the Jews cried out, “If you release this man, you are no friend of the emperor. Everyone who claims to be a king sets himself against the emperor.”

    13 When Pilate heard these words, he brought Jesus outside and sat[k] on the judge’s bench at a place called The Stone Pavement, or in Hebrew[l] Gabbatha. 14 Now it was the day of Preparation for the Passover; and it was about noon. He said to the Jews, “Here is your King!” 15 They cried out, “Away with him! Away with him! Crucify him!” Pilate asked them, “Shall I crucify your King?” The chief priests answered, “We have no king but the emperor.” 16 Then he handed him over to them to be crucified.

    So they took Jesus; 17 and carrying the cross by himself, he went out to what is called The Place of the Skull, which in Hebrew[m] is called Golgotha. 18 There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, with Jesus between them. 19 Pilate also had an inscription written and put on the cross. It read, “Jesus of Nazareth,[n] the King of the Jews.” 20 Many of the Jews read this inscription, because the place where Jesus was crucified was near the city; and it was written in Hebrew,[o] in Latin, and in Greek. 21 Then the chief priests of the Jews said to Pilate, “Do not write, ‘The King of the Jews,’ but, ‘This man said, I am King of the Jews.’” 22 Pilate answered, “What I have written I have written.” 23 When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his clothes and divided them into four parts, one for each soldier. They also took his tunic; now the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from the top. 24 So they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see who will get it.” This was to fulfill what the scripture says,

    “They divided my clothes among themselves,
    and for my clothing they cast lots.”

    25 And that is what the soldiers did.

    Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. 26 When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, “Woman, here is your son.” 27 Then he said to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” And from that hour the disciple took her into his own home.

    28 After this, when Jesus knew that all was now finished, he said (in order to fulfill the scripture), “I am thirsty.” 29 A jar full of sour wine was standing there. So they put a sponge full of the wine on a branch of hyssop and held it to his mouth. 30 When Jesus had received the wine, he said, “It is finished.” Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.

    31 Since it was the day of Preparation, the Jews did not want the bodies left on the cross during the sabbath, especially because that sabbath was a day of great solemnity. So they asked Pilate to have the legs of the crucified men broken and the bodies removed. 32 Then the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first and of the other who had been crucified with him. 33 But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs. 34 Instead, one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once blood and water came out. 35 (He who saw this has testified so that you also may believe. His testimony is true, and he knows[p] that he tells the truth.) 36 These things occurred so that the scripture might be fulfilled, “None of his bones shall be broken.” 37 And again another passage of scripture says, “They will look on the one whom they have pierced.”

    38 After these things, Joseph of Arimathea, who was a disciple of Jesus, though a secret one because of his fear of the Jews, asked Pilate to let him take away the body of Jesus. Pilate gave him permission; so he came and removed his body. 39 Nicodemus, who had at first come to Jesus by night, also came, bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, weighing about a hundred pounds. 40 They took the body of Jesus and wrapped it with the spices in linen cloths, according to the burial custom of the Jews. 41 Now there was a garden in the place where he was crucified, and in the garden there was a new tomb in which no one had ever been laid. 42 And so, because it was the Jewish day of Preparation, and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jesus there.

    He did where you're by Yongsung Kim