Sunday, September 11, 2016

Saying Goodbyes to Friends Held Dear

I don't know how to make the title to this post sound more appealing.
Saying goodbye to dear friends is not an exciting thing to do.
But we all have to do it at times.
We've had to say goodbye to friends and relatives moving away, 
 three or four times in the last several months.
The Albertsons haven't lived near enough to get together very often, 
but when we did, it seemed they always quietly contributed something to our lives.  
They were a big family, they home-schooled, they trained their children from babyhood to obey and do what is right, they taught their children to work,
they had good relationships with so many people around them,
and they were willing to serve in difficult and lonely places, and just be faithful.
 When new Pastor of the Denver GMC Church, Christian Walker, presented the Albertsons with this token of appreciation Sunday morning, I was so glad he had been so thoughtful.
Usually it is the pastor who gets the goodbyes and eulogies and special tokens.
This time, a new pastor thinks to thank a faithful parishioner! 
I really appreciated Christian Walker's thoughtful act.
The Albertsons have been more than parishioners--they have been servants who led by serving in self-sacrificing and humble but needed ways.  
They have helped to bring in children and others from the community before service.
 Rowen has led the hymn singing.
Their children sit with the community children and help keep order.
Elizabeth and Emily would take turns leading children's choruses while their mom played the piano.
Sometimes Elizabeth would play the piano. 
Different ones would usually have a testimony or word of praise. 
Last time we were there, their third oldest son Jason (home from Bible College for the summer) preached with confidence a sound Bible message that said a lot in 15 or 20 minutes, and left me feeling fed. 
He didn't say he couldn't preach just because the congregation was embarrassingly small that Sunday--just us two families--not big enough for his ego.
I am still meditating on the truth he shared from the verses about singing in our hearts, submitting to and loving one another, and being filled with the Spirit. 

 We've always been blessed when we go to Federal Heights,
just watching the entire Albertson family participate in the services in some way.
To be honest, whenever we've gotten together with this family,
we haven't had much time to just talk together (until recently) because we were all so busy with whatever was going on--
and usually it was something relational with other people. 
 Either the Albertsons were out busy bringing people to church or taking them back,
helping with community children or holding babies,
or celebrating special events to which many friends from every walk of life were invited
and treated equally.
So it is with much regret that we ate a final picnic with them today and said goodbye.
We said goodbye to a family who led by a quiet but faithful example. 
A family who had to leave a hurtful situation some years back because of how it was affecting their family,
but who did not permit bitterness to fester,
and who turned their aloneness into lowly service in a tiny, difficult situation of a church.
We have watched how God blessed this consecration and dedication.
All six of their children are serving the Lord.
It is a joy to have found this family we can majorly look up to.
Just today, the mom made a single comment at the picnic table that, unknown to her, 
 I felt gave me direction
about how to deal with something I've been distressed about. 
It's no wonder one of my daughters was in tears as we all hugged around, saying goodbye.
Thank You Lord, for these precious friends. 
Keep us all in your care, and may our Lucas family in some small way
follow in this family's steps.  

Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Littany of Everyday Life

When I first came home from our trip to Papua New Guinea,
I found myself temporarily feeling like I was hating the life I came back to.
I had to ask the Lord to keep my heart and my love where it needed to be.
I could have sold everything and gone back to PNG with the family in a whipstitch.
But everything was back to old hat,
and sometimes the hat seems so terribly, terribly old.
Same old house.
Same old problems.
Same old almost-empty cistern.
(At least in PNG it was a different almost-empty cistern!) 

Same old church. 
Same old people. 
Same old kids.
Same old jobs.
Same old life.
 Jonathan and I both love working with and on missions--it was both of our calling, 
and still is.
Working together to replace the broken window up at the mission church in Denver recently--on our way to estimate a job at a cabin further in the mountains--
was just an example of what we both love to do, especially if it can be together. 
But the Lord was so good to drop this beautiful little book into my hands a few weeks ago.
I found it at the library.
Keeping House: the Litany of Everyday Life, by Margaret Kim Peterson.
Just like some people feel that farming or gardening or walking in nature teaches them about God,
so this simple, delightful book shares how common, ordinary housework can truly 
teach us lessons about God and life.
In the author's simple, charming style, she would talk about everything from cooking to doing dishes to laundry, to ironing.
Ironing is symbolic of perfecting, she would say, and how when you iron a clean shirt or dress or curtain, you are working with God to make something beautiful and perfect--
just as He works regularly to make something more perfect out of us!
Mending can teach us that we do not have to throw away something that has been torn, ripped, or is missing a button.
It is possible to mend.

Mending reminds us that God does not throw us away when our hearts are broken and torn.
It is possible to be mended.
And we need not despair if a relationship in our life is broken or torn or hurting--
relationships can be mended, too.
And then the author talked about cooking--a lot!
"Magazine headlines in the...checkout aisle ('From Desperation to Dinner in 15 Minutes!")
suggest that in too many households, the need of people for an evening meal has become a perpetual emergency."
"Manna was not, perhaps, the most exciting thing the people of Israel had ever eaten (indeed, there came a point at which they complained bitterly about it), but it was palatable and it was predictable...
We too need to meet the predictable hunger of our households with a predictable provision of food.
The food doesn't have to be fancy, necessarily, or even particularly varied. 
But it needs to be there, in the cupboard or the refrigerator,
so that when mealtime rolls around, 
what ensues is not panic but dinner." (page 107-108).
That is just one of the tidbits from this wonderful book.
Just a while ago, after a rough morning,
housework did not seem like littany to me--
until I thought about this book.
And it gave me the incentive I needed to head to the garage to the potato bin
and to the fridge for the eggs and celery,
to start potato salad for Sunday picnic after church tomorrow. 
Somehow, after reading parts of this book now and then,
it gave what can seem like drudgery a sense of true value and worth.
When there is so much to do that you have a hard time even remembering to take your vitamins-
it's hard to feel like everything you are doing has value.
You'd love to ditch some of it!
But thank You, Lord!
You know when our loads are very heavy and when the many thankless tasks seem overwhelming.
Thank You for this little book and the value it places
on simple housework regularly and cheerfully done.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Why is the Hummingbird Eating Ashes?

You think of hummingbirds' diet as pretty much solely nectar, 
(or sugar water from the feeders we put out on our front porches). 
But a reader once sent a question to  a Birds and Blooms magazine:
"Several hummingbirds visit my yard to feed from the flowers and feeders. However, they also seem to relish the ash piles from my paper burner. Why is the ash so popular with these hummingbirds?"
The answer was interesting:
"I suspect the ashes offer a mineral they need for laying eggs.
A birds reproduction cycle often requires special nutrients it must acquire prior to laying eggs."
And so there we have it.
Ashes are essential for reproduction.
 
If you are looking at the ashes of something in your life, don't think it represents only wasted time, energy, or love. 
It also represents something without which there would not be new life.
That is the way things work. 
Something has to burn up before the minerals are bio-available.
Something has to die before something else can live.
Plans and wishes and ambitions have to be laid aside before new ones can take their place.  
You think you're toting those ashes out of your barrel off somewhere out of sight and out of mind,
and trying to forget the whole stupid mess.
And would you believe it, God's little hummingbird comes and feeds on it.
 
Ashes are not just ashes.
They contain minerals that nectar and sugar water simply do not have. 
Don't plan on being fruitful in the Christian life while only dining on sugar water with red food coloring. 
We need an ash pile somewhere, so we may as well face the one in our own backyard with a different attitude.
God has something beautiful that He wants to resurrect out of our ash heap.  
Maybe our ashes aren't for us anyway. 
Maybe they are for someone else. 
Maybe someone else will learn a lesson from our ash heap.
Maybe they will find the strength to go on because they discover we have an ash heap, too,
just like one of theirs.

And, ash heap and all, we just kept humming along.

Monday, September 5, 2016

My Mother's Beautiful Hands--A Tribute on Labor Day

I've always loved my mother's hands--
not because of anything photogenic about them, what with blue veins spiderwebbing over them and age spots showing now,
but because of what they represented.
They represented my own mother, of course.
Those slender, blue-veined hands might not have looked that great to me if they were someone else's mother.
But they were my mother's and that makes a difference. 
They represented the things she did for us and for others around her--
from wiping the brow of a 12-year-old daughter in bed with an earache,
to giving piano lessons,
to sewing pajamas and nighties for each of 40 plus grandchildren every year
to writing probably thousands of letters and birthday cards in her lifetime. 
My mom's hands were beautiful because of what they represented.
And when we were back in Missouri, Joella's girls and my girls got together with my mom to talk about future sewing projects. My dad made this special table for my mom to cut out her sewing projects in a back room. And my mom was thinking about how she had made a baby quilt for each of her children when their first baby was born, and how she would like to make one for the first great grandchild that was to be born very soon.
But she felt like she just couldn't do it this time.
In fact, my mom and dad's first great-granddaughter was born last week--to Peter and Lonni, my sister Dorcas's oldest son who got married last year.
So my mom was wishing she had the energy to make this baby quilt.
My Aunt Mary Lou Morley, who has been deceased for many years now, had made my mom and dad an embroidered baby quilt for their babies, and my mom loved it and has kept it all these years.
It wasn't just about how cute it was;
it was about the time and love that went into it.
Here it is, kept for probably at least 35 or more years.

There were about 8 squares of embroidered baby animals interspersed with pink and blue fabric and tied with bows.
Mom used it for a pattern to make her own for her own children,
and now she was feeling bad because she didn't think she would be able to do this first quilt for a great-granddaughter, as she so desired to do.
So Joella's girls and my girls got their heads together, and I think it was Susanna made a suggestion.
"Grandma, could we granddaughters help you do the embroidering?"
Mom was so happy! 
Of course she said yes!
She cut out 8 pieces of white fabric for the granddaughters to take home one apiece, and someone sent a few squares to granddaughters in PA, too. 
And my mom said she thought she could embroider one, and Susanna would help her piece the quilt together when the girls were done embroidering.
So my mom's loving hands and heart are being reproduced in the hands and hearts of her granddaughters,
and my mom was so happy.
She sent Jonathan and me this homemade card for our anniversary this year.
And this being Labor Day,
at the end of a day full of trying to catch up on some loose ends,
I am posting these few words in tribute not only of my own dear mother and her labors of love,
but also of our heavenly Father and His labors of love for us.
Yesterday when I was not able to go to church, I found this beautiful Labor Day message online by John Piper.

God Works for Those Who Wait for Him


  • Message by
    John Piper
  • Scripture: Isaiah 64:1–4   
  • ...From of old no one has heard or perceived by the ear, no eye has seen a God besides you, who acts for those who wait for him.
One of the rare delights of this summer was that my two-and-a-half-year-old Abraham became a preacher. One morning I came up from downstairs and awakened the family with Psalm 20:7, “Some boast of chariots and some of horses; but we boast of the name of the Lord our God.” I announced it like a general to his army: this is the banner over our family. From then on Abraham has become a preacher. He climbs on the kitchen stool and calls out, arms waving, “We not trust in chariots, we not trust in horses; we trust in Lord our God!” And that has made my summer!

Celebrate God’s Labor Not Ours

I want to speak this morning on why every family and every person should raise that banner over your front door. The reason is given in Isaiah 64:4, “From of old no one has heard or perceived by the ear, no eye has seen a God besides thee, who works for those who wait for him.” The reason everyone should say, “We not trust in horses, we not trust in chariots, we trust in Lord our God,” is that God works for people like that. And if God is working for you, surely things will turn out better than they would if everyone else in the world were working for you, but not God.
On this Labor Day Sunday, I want us to lift up and enjoy the God who labors for us. If everything that we needed in this life and in the life to come could be achieved by mere human labor, then it would be fitting on Labor Day just to celebrate man and his labors. But, in fact, everyone knows that the things we need most are not owing to our labor.
Did we labor to be created? Did we make our eyes so we could have the joy of sight? Or our ears for hearing?... Did we create our wives or husbands or parents or friends who give so much delight to our life? Did we supply the earth with water for drinking? Did we make the sun and station it at just the right distance to hold the earth fast, warm our days, tan our skin, make our crops grow? Did we surround the earth with air to carry clouds and birds and oxygen for our lungs?
  Do we paint the sunrises and sunsets that never cease but make their way endlessly around the globe for all to see? And when we come to die, will it be by our labor that a holy and just God can acquit us of all our sin, take away all fear and pain and guilt, and give us new resurrection bodies forever and ever in the age to come? All the things we need most will be achieved for us by the labor of God, or not at all. And so as Labor Day approaches tomorrow, I want to leave this great truth ringing in your ears: “God works for those who wait for him.”...

The Uniqueness of God’s Work

First, the uniqueness of such work. The text suggests that in working for those who wait for him, God does something utterly unique. “From of old no one has heard or perceived by the ear, no eye has seen a God besides thee, who works for those who wait for him.” No one has ever heard or seen the likes of this God. Isaiah contrasts Jehovah with the Babylonian gods in Isaiah 46:1–4. Bel and Nebo are the Jupiter and Mercury of Babylon, and they are as helpless as their falling images. They have to be carried. Their subjects have to work for them. But the Lord of Israel is the creator, and he does the carrying.
Bel bows down, Nebo stoops, their idols are on beasts and cattle; these things you carry are loaded as burdens on weary beasts. They stoop, they bow down together; they cannot save the burden, but themselves go into captivity. Hearken to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel who have been borne by me from your birth, carried from the womb; even to your old age I am He, and to grey hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save (cf. Jeremiah 10:5).
What sets Jehovah apart from all the other gods is that he does not need to be carried. He has made, and he will carry. He will work for those who wait for him. The distinguishing mark of the God and Father of our Lord Jesus is that he magnifies his greatness by coming down to work for us. It says in Isaiah 30:18, “He exalts himself to show mercy to you.” God aims to be an utterly unique, wonderful, and exalted God, and the way he does it is by condescending to forgive sinners and work for those who wait for him. Therefore, no eye has ever seen the likes of such a God; it is without parallel anywhere that the Creator should come down and work for the creature.

The Complete Competence of God’s Work

Second, we should consider for a moment the competence of this work. We’ve all had work done for us. I had landscaping work done for me so water would drain away from the back door. They did it wrong twice and had to come back a third time. I had work done for me on my transmission, and it’s still not right. We all know what it is like to depend on a workman and then to be let down through incompetence in one form or another.
But things are altogether different when God becomes our workman. God is not lacking in any of the things that cause human workmen to let us down in the service we need. They may lack a sufficient concern for the reputation and honor of their firm. They may lack sufficient understanding of how to do the job. They may lack sufficient strength or endurance to finish it. In other words, their motivation, their knowledge, and their power may be inadequate for what needs to be done, and so they sometimes let us down.
But with God things are utterly different. His motivation to preserve his honor and avoid the reputation of a bumbler is infinite. His knowledge of how everything works and how to meet every need is infinite. And his strength and endurance are infinite. God cannot fail...

The Condition for God’s Work

Finally, we must ask about the condition of this divine service. For whom does God work? In one respect, God works for everyone. He works to produce life and to provide sun and rain and harvest for all his creatures, even those in rebellion. He gives health and prosperity to millions who ignore him or give him token acknowledgment. All this is meant to lead them to repentance and gratitude and worship. But if their hearts remain cold toward God, even his kindness will heighten their guilt in the end (Romans 2:4–5). This general work which God does for all his creatures is called common grace. It is common to all men.
But the work of God referred to in our text is a special grace. It is work done only for those who have a certain disposition. “No eye has seen a God besides thee, who works for those who wait for him.” The work mentioned here is more than creation and preservation. It is more than meeting a few natural needs. It is the investment of all God’s energy in every way for our eternal good. This he does only for those who wait for him.
So the big question for all of us who want to have God working for and not against us is, “How do we wait for him?” What does waiting mean? In Isaiah “waiting for God” implies that the people of God are in trouble. They are in danger from enemies, and the temptation is very great to hastily seek the help of men instead of waiting for God to act. But in Isaiah 31:1 it says,
Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help and rely on horses, who trust in chariots because they are many or in horsemen because they are very strong, but do not look to the Holy One of Israel or consult the Lord.

How Do We Wait for God?

Waiting for the Lord means, first of all then, looking to the Lord, consulting or seeking his will before any human aid is pursued. In short, we wait for the Lord when we pause to pray before we act. It says in Psalm 106:13, “They soon forgot his works; they did not wait for his counsel.” The first act of waiting is to seek God’s counsel in prayer before any attempt is made to solve the problem ourselves.
And it should go without saying that when we wait for God’s counsel, we are submissive and open to it. We are not telling him what he must do. We are like patients phoning the doctor for advice on how to treat the rising pain.
The answer may come from the Lord in two forms, both of which involve more waiting for him. He may tell you to do nothing, or he may tell you to do something. For example, in Isaiah 30:15 the Lord says,
“In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.” And you would not, but you said, “No! We will speed upon horses,” therefore you shall speed away, and, “We will ride upon swift steeds,” therefore your pursuers shall be swift.
In other words, God’s will was that they let him save them in quietness and rest. But they preferred to escape their own way, and God did not work for them. So when we pray for God’s counsel, we must be prepared to hear him say what Moses did at the Red Sea, “Fear not, stand firm, and behold the salvation of the Lord, which he will work for you today . . . The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be still.”
 
 So the second thing waiting means is, trust the Lord enough to be still when he says to. Then he will bare his arm and work for you.
But the Physician may answer your phone call by saying, “Take your pill.” God may say, “Enter the battle.” In 2 Samuel 5:19, when the Philistines were pursuing David, it says, “David inquired of the Lord, ‘Shall I go up against the Philistines? Wilt thou give them into my hand?’ And the Lord said to David, ‘Go up. For I will certainly give the Philistines into thy hand.’” He did not take matters into his own hands. He waited for the Lord. Then the Lord said, act.
But the thing we have to remember (and this changes all of life) is that we do not cease to wait for God when we begin to act ourselves. For we know the lesson of Proverbs 21:31, “The horse is made ready for the day of battle, but the victory belongs to the Lord.” Even when we follow the Lord into battle, we carry with us a spirit of waiting for his help...
If the Lord instructs us to take certain precautions against the enemy, even in the midst of that activity we must keep on waiting for the Lord’s help, because we know Psalm 127:1, “Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stays awake in vain.” Therefore, the third way that we wait for the Lord is by having a sense of reliance on his work even when we are most active. We are waiting for the Lord when we have a spirit of expectancy that, though all our labor is fragile and vulnerable, nevertheless, God never fails and the final result is in his hands.
When circumstances arise in which you feel that something must be done, for safety or for service, wait for the Lord, and he will work for you. First, pray, seek his counsel, submit to his wisdom and power. Second, if he says to be still, then leave it all in his hands, trusting his supernatural involvement in the situation. I don’t mean laziness or shirking of duty. I mean that when you are most prepared, most capable, most primed for battle, and think that most hangs on you, he may say, “Stay home, be quiet, pray, and watch me act.” Third, if the Lord says, “Prepare, train, work, fight, argue, struggle,” even then maintain that humble reliance on the Lord. Have a spirit of expectancy that, though your labors are shabby, the final issue is the Lord’s, and he loves to work for people who wait for him.
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For the entire message, check out http://www.desiringgod.org/messages/god-works-for-those-who-wait-for-him

Sunday, September 4, 2016

"Humility is Not Always Nice"

Humility is Not Always Nice:
 by
Jon Bloom, Staff writer, desiringGod.org

Some of the most humble people are those you might not always want to be around.

Humble people aren’t always what we think they ought to be. They aren’t always modest, they aren’t always agreeable and submissive, and they aren’t always nice — at least in the ways we proud people think those qualities are supposed to look in humble people.
We do tend to find true humility attractive when we recognize it, but we don’t always recognize it. Sometimes we mistake humility for pride and pride for humility. And truth be told, we don’t always like to be around humble people.

Humble People Don’t Think Much of Themselves

Most of us would agree that humble people don’t think much of themselves. But often what we have in mind is self-deprecation...
But self-deprecation isn’t the primary trait of humility. The primary trait of humble people is that they just don’t think much of themselves — meaning they are not self-preoccupied. They have better, higher, more glorious things to be occupied with.
We can find this trait refreshing because humble people, seeing all things in relation to God, look for and enjoy God’s glory in all that he has made (Romans 1:20). This allows them to most fully enjoy what God has made — including us.

When we’re with them they often help us do the same thing. And few things are as wonderfully refreshing as forgetting ourselves for a while because we’re absorbed in something more glorious.
But we can also find this trait convicting because it exposes our self-obsession. We are so used to people (especially ourselves) being self-conscious and self-centered that when we’re with people who aren’t, our own pride stands in stark contrast.

Humble People Prefer Windows to Mirrors

Not thinking much of themselves (in both senses) means that humble people prefer windows to mirrors. Desiring to see the glory of God in everything frees them from needing to see how everything else reflects on them.
Humble people view other people as God’s marvelous image-bearers, windows to God’s glory, not as mirrors that enhance or diminish their own self-image. But this also means they aren’t absorbed by how others view them...

Humble People Are Authentically Counter-Cultural

This makes humble people authentically counter-cultural. A culture comprised of pride-infected people produces a lot of pressure for people to conform to cultural expectations. Even much that poses as non-conformity is really just subcultural conformity — an attempt to fit into some subgroup.
Humble people are unusually unaffected by this pressure to conform. They can be hard to categorize because they often don’t fit neatly into any cultural mold. They tend to eschew using trendy fashions or interests or social media as means of personal branding. They have preferences about those things, but they hold those preferences as ways of enjoying God’s manifold goodness rather than image-enhancers.
And it’s this lack of self-preoccupation that really runs counter to the cultures or subcultures that humble people live in. This deficit of self-importance usually isn’t considered cool by cultural cool-definers. It makes humble people odd.

Humble People Are Offensive

One of the things that can surprise us about truly humble people, which can sometimes be mistaken for pride, is that they can be quite offensive. Humble people, being without guile, say it like it is. And saying it like it is can sting, and even sound condemning.
Jesus could fling some zingers. He called religious leaders a “brood of vipers” (Matthew 12:34)


and sons of the devil (John 8:44), and he called the crowd and even his own disciples a “faithless and twisted generation” (Matthew 17:17). Humble Paul publicly rebuked Peter (Galatians 2:11-14) and told the Galatians they were “foolish” (Galatians 3:1). These weren’t “nice” things to say. Humble people don’t always say nice things. They say honest things that can have sharp edges and wound. Because of this they can be accused of pride.


But there is a qualitative difference between the offensiveness of the proud and the offensiveness of the humble. The proud offend to exalt or defend themselves and control or manipulate others. The humble offend in order to advance the truth for the glory of God and ultimate good of others. Humble offensiveness may not be popular, but it’s always loving.

King David knew this, which is why he wrote, “Let a righteous man strike me — it is a kindness; let him rebuke me — it is oil for my head” (Psalm 141:5). His son Solomon also knew this and wrote, “Faithful are the wounds of a friend; profuse are the kisses of an enemy” (Proverbs 27:6). Humility can wound and pride can kiss. Kisses may feel better than wounds — at first. But later, the wounds foster health and the kisses corruption.

Walk Humbly

That’s why humble people aren’t always what we think they ought to be. They are disagreeable when truth must be valued over relational harmony. [italics mine] They are un-submissive when conformity mars God’s glory. And their company can be unpleasant, even undesired, when their wounding words are kinder than selfish flattery or silence.
And this is the kind of people God is calling us to be, people who do justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with him (Micah 6:8). He wants us to be absorbed in things more glorious than ourselves (Philippians 4:8), to prefer windows to mirrors (Philippians 2:3), to live counter to every culture we live in (Hebrews 11:13), and, when love requires it and it would give grace to those who hear, to be humbly offensive (Ephesians 4:29).

To be humble people requires much grace. But the good news is that God is able to make this grace abound to us (2 Corinthians 9:8), and he offers it to us if we will receive it (James 4:6).


To read the entire article, check out http://www.desiringgod.org/articles/humility-is-not-always-nice

Sam and Caitlyn in Africa

With their permission, I am delighted to share a few pictures of Sam and Caitlyn's trip to Africa. Caitlyn's older sister has lived ...