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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Famous Relatives

What if you suddenly discovered that you were related to someone you truly admire? Would you try to live differently, knowing that you shared the genes of this famous, accomplished, talented person? I know I would. If I found out that I was related to Mother Teresa, C.S. Lewis, or Gandhi, I would try to live up to a higher standard. I wouldn’t want to be considered the slacker relative of these paragons. I would approach my choices with more confidence, knowing that I came from such exemplary stock.

What if you found out that you were adopted and your real brother is…Jesus?

“You have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God's Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, "Abba, Father." (Romans 8:15 NLT)

We have the same Father as Jesus. We are brothers and sisters of Christ. We share the same Spirit.

This knowledge should wipe out any insecurity which may hold us back from living up to our lineage. Our inheritance includes certain God-given rights. We are at liberty to speak up for the oppressed, to care for the downtrodden, to reach out to the distressed, yet remain undefiled. Our legacy enables us to be bold.

“For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.” (2 Tim. 1:7 NLT)

Friday, June 28, 2013

Windows

Windows are portals to the outside. Most of us enjoy light and a beautiful view. Why do people block the light with curtains or blinds? 

Our previous house was close to a town, in a residential neighborhood with sidewalks. There always seemed to be a lot of people walking, running, and biking within yards of my home. I had several windows that faced the front yard of my home. I felt a bit exposed, so I would keep my curtains and blinds closed on the front side of the house. Now I live in the country, and my house is set back from the street. We don’t have sidewalks, and there are far fewer people walking around. The bushes and trees are high enough to provide adequate privacy. I feel comfortable leaving my curtains open in most of the rooms.

 “This is the crisis we’re in: God-light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness. They went for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God. Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusion, hates God-light and won’t come near it, fearing a painful exposure. But anyone working and living in truth and reality welcomes God-light so the work can be seen for the God-work it is.” (John 3:19-21 MSG)

We like light as long as it helps us see clearly. However, we block the light when it allows others to see inside our lives. We may be open and transparent about our decent activities and noble characteristics. Yet we try to cover up things we are ashamed or embarrassed of. (Sometimes we call these private.)

If we are working and living in truth and reality, we shall feel free to be completely transparent and open with others. We will feel compelled to share our mistakes, our experiences, and the lessons we’ve learned. We will have open lives, so that others can see the glorious restoration work that God has done.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Realistic Expectations

I’m in the process of redecorating what used to be our homeschool room—into my office/study. I’ve been looking at pictures of home offices for ideas on paint color, furniture, accessories, etc. As I scan through the images of clutter-free desks surrounded by orderly bookshelves filled with coordinating hardbound books arranged by size, I’m tempted to buy into these unrealistic expectations. I could decorate my room to look picture-perfect, but then it would not be usable.

Realistically, I have to plan around some unsightly, yet practical things. I need a big, durable desk. I need storage space for all the office supplies. I have to arrange all the electronics around existing wall sockets, and there are tons of electric cords that need to be hidden. I need lots of broad spectrum white light since the windows face northwest. I want to be able to look out the window from my desk. I need a place for my friends to sit when they visit. I would like some furniture where I can put my feet up, lean back, and still be able to have books and supplies within my reach. My desk will be cluttered with books and paper and writing implements. The bookshelves will have books of all different sizes, spiral notebooks, paperwork, half-read magazines, coupon books, and duct-taped Bibles. There will be dust, cookie crumbs, and coffee spills. The floor will be strewn with dog toys and dog hair. I have to make space for a trash can, printer, shredder, pencil sharpener, 3 hole-puncher, clipboards, and a blood pressure monitor. (I like to leave mine out on my desk, so I remember to check my blood pressure after I’ve been sitting still for a while.) I’ve yet to see a blood pressure monitor incorporated into any pictures in decorating magazines. I need to have a realistic vision based on what this room will look like in six months.

Reality is seldom as appealing as our idealized visions; in fact, it is downright messy! We can either incorporate this fact into our plans or be disappointed in our inability to actualize our dreams. Beauty is fleeting, marriages grow stale, health deteriorates, careers become unfulfilling, friendships fade, wealth depreciates, and possessions lose their luster. I’m not suggesting that we passively accept entropy, but to expect it—make space for it when you lay out your plans; have containers ready to hold the inevitable mess. Realistic expectations allow for natural cycles of deterioration and regeneration; they impel us to unshackle our dreams from our happiness.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Poverty Report

According to several recent reports, the global poverty rate has been cut in half during the last two decades.

“Poverty used to be a reflection of scarcity. Now it is a problem of identification, targeting, and distribution. And that is a problem that can be solved.” (The Economist—June 1, 2013 edition)

This is such an encouraging concept: We have adequate resources in this world, albeit inadequate distribution.

According to the World Bank, Sub-Saharan Africa and South Asia currently experience the highest levels of poverty. The first step, identification of needs, is relatively easy: nutrition, clean drinking water, shelter, health care, education, safety, etc.

The next step—targeting—or pinpointing the neediest members of these regions, is a bit more difficult. Most poverty statistics are based on a measure of a country’s per capita GDP (Gross Domestic Product). GDP/capita measures the average productivity of a country. It does not take unequal distribution of resources into account. There are people in every country who will go to bed hungry tonight. There is someone not far from you who can’t afford his medications. There are cities all over the world--where the homeless sleep on the streets, children lack proper education, and families don’t feel safe.

The final step, distribution, is the most complicated of the three mentioned. Transportation of food, medicine, and building materials can be expensive as well as logistically troublesome. In many impoverished regions, food aid is often confiscated and sold on the black market by the warlords. Corrupt leaders regularly funnel aid money into their own pockets. News about these incidences leads to compassion fatigue among donors.  

The global poverty rate may have been decreased significantly in the last two decades. However, we are far from solving this challenging problem.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Low-Hanging Fruit

We have a few dwarf apple trees. Even though they are smaller than a standard apple tree, I can only pick apples off the lower branches. I have never tried to get a ladder and pick the fruit from the top branches. I’m just not that motivated. I wait for the fruits to fall down on their own accord. I usually end up with a lot of bruised apples that have been picked apart by the birds.

The expression, ‘low-hanging fruit’, is used to describe easily-reachable goals. These are the things you could do without stretching yourself. For example I could run a mile without much effort. It takes a bit of scheduling to make time for it, that’s all. However, 2 miles a day is not so comfortable, but I do it anyway. Occasionally, I challenge myself to do a higher number of miles, despite protests from my creaky knees, my achy feet, and my winded lungs.

I’m not so adventurous in other parts of my life. Mostly I just go for the low-hanging fruit from dwarf trees! My fear of failure keeps me from setting higher goals. I prefer the safety and control of solid ground to the instability of climbing ladders. I’m noticing that this is not the most productive way to live…

I asked myself: Why am I so reluctant to reach for even the middle-hanging fruit? What is the worst thing that could happen? Ok, I might fall on my face, but it wouldn’t hurt too much…I wouldn’t be too far off the ground. Yes, it might be embarrassing to start things and not finish them. I would have to admit that I’m not as capable as I thought. So what?
 
The highest fruits might be the most glamorous and prestigious, but even thinking of those aspirations saps my courage. For now, it might help if I put away the tall ladders until I’ve built up my confidence with step-stools. I need to identify the middle-hanging fruit and pursue these goals. Hopefully, I will learn to recover from the inevitable setbacks. As I work through the discomfort and build up strength and stamina, I should become more self-assured or at least develop a thicker skin. Either way, my life would be more fruitful.

Monday, June 24, 2013

What's The Point?

We decided it was time to clean out the office. I’ve spent the last several days shredding documents. Our shredder only takes 8 sheets at a time, and it shuts off when it overheats. Every so often, it jams up completely. Then I have to take it apart and unclog it. I hate this stupid box! It reminds me of all the other monotonous tasks that I do on a daily basis. It calls attention to how pointless most of my work is. 

“Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” (1 Cor. 10:31 NLT)

Is there a way to shred documents for the glory of God? I doubt it. Lord, what do you want me to learn from this seemingly pointless task?

First of all, why am I shredding all these papers? Well, they have account numbers and social security numbers that can be stolen by identity thieves. This task is just as useful as locking my doors and windows to prevent thieves from breaking into my home.

Secondly, why did I wait so long to deal with these papers? There are about 23 years’ worth of bank statements to shred! This task would not be so onerous if I had done a little bit every year. Lesson to be learned: Procrastination is just piling up work for later.

Thirdly, this shredder has more sense than I do. It shuts down when it overheats or gets clogged up. This box isn’t so stupid after all. I routinely try to keep functioning, even when I need to take a break. I try to push through exhaustion and frustration. I need to put a sign on the door when I’m ‘out of order’ and learn when to retreat.

Lord, thank you for teaching me these lessons.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Running in the Outside Lane

I’ve watched competitive, middle-distance runners on TV.  An 800-meter race is run on a track with individual lanes and staggered starting points. Runners start off in their own lanes, but they congregate around the innermost lane as soon as they are allowed—after the first 100 meters. Since this is the quickest route to the finish, the runners are constantly jostling for position in this popular, albeit congested, lane.

Our neighborhood is encircled by an oval-shaped road which is perfect for running and walking. I’ve measured it with several devices, and it’s about 1 kilometer around. I usually run several laps—crossing back and forth, on either side of the road--depending on my mood. Today, I intentionally ran on the outermost edge of this oval road. It didn’t feel like I had expended any more time or energy during this run than any other day. However, when I came home and checked my pedometer, I had run 18% more than my usual mileage by purposefully sticking to the outer perimeter.

Efficiency is defined as accomplishing a task with a minimum expenditure of time and effort. If my intention was to take the quickest and easiest path, my choice would not be considered efficient. However, when I’m out for a run, my goal is to get as much aerobic exercise as I can. As far as I’m concerned, running in the outside lane allows me to be more productive.

If my goal in life is to pick the quickest and easiest path, I will have to join the crowd—jostling for position in the inner circle. I don’t like congestion. I’ve always been out-there, different, unconventional, running my own race. I want to live efficiently—not by picking the easiest and most comfortable path in this life, but by using my time on earth to extend my stride, to enlarge my capacity for Spirit, to expand my soul.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Manage This Day

Last week, I wrote down: How shall I manage these next 24 hours so as to maximize God’s investments, to further His vision? This same thought keeps coming back up, bothering me like early morning reflux. I’ve always been deeply convicted by the parable about investments in Matthew, Chapter 25.

 “It’s also like a man going off on an extended trip. He called his servants together and delegated responsibilities. To one he gave five thousand dollars, to another two thousand, to a third one thousand, depending on their abilities. Then he left. Right off, the first servant went to work and doubled his master’s investment. The second did the same. But the man with the single thousand dug a hole and carefully buried his master’s money.” (Matt. 25:14-18 MSG)

I strive to responsibly manage every resource that has been given to me. I try not to squander my time, money, or energy. I feel horrible if I even waste an ounce of food. I have good intentions, but I am also risk-averse. Like the last servant, I am overly cautious with God’s resources.

Every morning, God invests another day in each of us. We are given opportunities depending on our abilities. We are asked to be good managers of this day. I’m embarrassed to admit what I did with yesterday…I pretty much dug a hole and buried it. Yet God, in His infinite kindness, has given me another day. And if I mess this one up as well, He will probably give me another…
God reminds me of a father who gives each of his children money to start businesses. Even though we fail at our daily ventures, our Father does not give up on us. He keeps investing in us, believing in us.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Incubating Hope

March of the Penguins is a beautiful documentary about the migratory habits of emperor penguins. I watched this movie several years ago, and the one fact that I still remember is that these animals huddle together to conserve heat while incubating their eggs. They take turns moving from the cold outer rim of their group to the warm center.

This penguin huddle reminded me of my prayer group. We live in different places, so we don’t all get together in one location. Technology has helped us to communicate and send out prayer signals. We have prayed for each other’s kids, marriages, health, safety, and peace. We have shared our fears, anxieties, wisdom, and experience. We have huddled together in spirit, conserving faith, incubating hope.

Without this group, my hopes would have perished out in the cold. For years, these women have sustained me, encouraged me, and prayed with me. When I sat despairing, they consoled me. When my hope showed signs of hatching, they rejoiced with me. Each of us rotated from the outer rim to the inner core, sometimes sheltering—other times receiving nourishment. This movement provided ventilation, prevented suffocation, and allowed for proper maturation.

“When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action. And when two or three of you are together because of me, you can be sure that I’ll be there.” (Matt. 18:20 MSG)

I’m grateful for this group of women. When we join together in prayer, the Spirit of God broods over us, our hopes, our concerns. Braided and woven together, we are not easily defeated.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Entitlement

As an American citizen, wife, mother, friend, daughter, sister, tax-payer—I can claim certain rights and privileges. However, this sense of entitlement can be toxic to my growth, as well as to my relationships with others.

For example, as a taxpaying American citizen, I have certain inalienable rights under the U.S. Constitution. Most of the time, I take these rights for granted. I have never sent a thank-you note to the U.S. government for providing me with great roads, the right to vote, freedom of speech, food and water, safety, etc. My attitude is that I deserve these things. Now, if one of these things were taken away, the government would hear from me post haste! I’d be writing letters and signing petitions.

A sense of entitlement saps gratitude. It is difficult to be appreciative when we think we are just getting back what we are owed.

I have done so much for my _________ (spouse, child, friend, sister, brother, daughter, son, coworker, employer, neighbor); I’m entitled to be repaid for my kindness. In fact, whatever they do will never be enough, since they will always be indebted to me.

I have worked really hard for my _____ (job, money, education, accomplishments, possessions); I deserve unlimited happiness.

It can be physically and emotionally exhausting to help someone who feels a sense of entitlement. Very few of us can continually serve in situations where we feel unappreciated. Obligatory relationships drain affection, respect, generosity, and compassion. Similarly, it is impossible to find contentment when you think you deserve happiness.

“Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn’t think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what.” (Phil 2:5 MSG)

May we imitate Christ by cultivating a sense of gratitude, grace, humility, generosity, and wonder.  May we receive with thankfulness and share without expectations.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Home

My idea of what constitutes ‘home’ has evolved over the years. I used to think of it as a structure, a place, a town, or a country. After I got married and had a child, home became wherever my little family resided. We moved several times, and each place felt like home after a few years. As a stay-at-home mom, home became part of my hyphenated identity. I realized that home was more than a place... t was a state of being, a state of belonging.

“God, it seems you’ve been our home forever; (Ps 90:1 MSG)

“Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me” (John 15:4 NASV)

The concept of going home to God in the afterlife is widely accepted by many Christians. Yet abiding in Christ during this lifetime seems inconceivable. How would that even manifest itself—this dwelling in God? What would it look like—if, instead of being a stay-at-home mom, I were a stay-at-God woman?

As a stay-at-home mom, I have devoted the majority of my time and energy into nurturing my family—making a comfortable nest woven with peace, acceptance, encouragement, and a sense of belonging. I routinely leave the house to run errands and gather provisions. However, I feel unsettled until I return home.
I imagine being a stay-at-God woman would be somewhat similar. Christ would be the primary reason for my being, the goal and purpose of everything I do. Although I may get involved in short errands that cause my mind to wander, I would experience peace when I come back home to God.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Big Picture

I have a love-hate relationship with the GPS in cars—well…mostly hate. I prefer a good, old-fashioned road atlas or map where I can see the big picture. I don’t want to merely know when the next turn comes up. I want to know all the turns, directions, towns, and landmarks I’m passing by. I want to know all the details in advance…so that I can find an alternate route if I don’t like the one planned out by God.

“Steady my steps with your Word of promise
    so nothing malign gets the better of me.” (Ps. 119:133 MSG)

Malignant thoughts and habits often get the better of me. Once they take root, they are difficult to cure. When I’m overwhelmed, I tend to neglect God’s Word. I might read it, but it doesn’t penetrate into me. I feel more and more unsteady, unbalanced…disoriented.

Recently, a friend sent me an email with the following statement: “Have confidence that your steps are ordered by the Lord.” (SC)

My steps might be ordered and mapped out by God, but I don’t always follow directions well. I get distracted and miss turns. I deviate from God’s plan. Even though my route is recalculated, the next chance to turn around and get back on track might be miles away.

I am confident that my steps are ordered by the Lord…However, I still have to pay attention to where I’m going.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Father's Day

“Our Father in heaven, Reveal who you are. Set the world right; Do what’s best— as above, so below. Keep us alive with three square meals. Keep us forgiven with you and forgiving others. Keep us safe from ourselves and the Devil. You’re in charge! You can do anything you want! You’re ablaze in beauty!” (Matt. 6:7-13 MSG)

God is my Loving Father. He reveals His love daily by taking care of me. He loves me unconditionally. He is always there for me. He is forgiving, and He urges me to do the same. He protects me from my own character flaws, as well as from evil. He knows everything and can do anything. My Father is the King, and He treats me like a princess! Thank You, Father.

Happy Father’s Day, Abba!

Friday, June 14, 2013

Tact

Tact: a keen sense of what to say or do to avoid giving offense; skill in dealing with difficult or delicate situations. A keen sense of what is appropriate, tasteful, or aesthetically pleasing; taste; discrimination. (dictionary.com)

I am 43 years old and have yet to develop certain people skills—like tactfulness. I have a friend who always knows how to say things in a genteel, polite, tactful way. She has even taught it to her kids. I remember when her boys were really young, they gave my son one of their happy-meal toys and said: "You can have this toy, because we don't care for it." My son told us about this quote and the three of us would repeat this over and over like it was some sort of foreign phrase. We would have just said: "We don't like this stupid toy, in fact we were going to throw it in the trash. But we figured you would like it, so here!"

I wondered...can this tactfulness be taught to older people like me? I've been hanging around this friend for 10 years now, and it still hasn't rubbed off on me. However, I have observed that she has some intrinsic characteristics that I don’t have. She listens more and talks less than I do. When she speaks, she does it slowly and softly. She measures her words carefully. She reminds me of a chemist performing an acid-base titration--where a known concentration of one chemical is added, drop by drop, into an unknown concentration of another chemical until the precise moment when the indicator changes color.

I wish I could train myself to learn tactfulness like I learned chemistry lab skills.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Connecting

I have trouble connecting with people in a large group setting. I much prefer one-on-one relationships, to ask personal questions, to listen for what’s left unsaid. It’s also interesting to meet families, one at a time—to understand the dynamics between spouses and their young children. Once you throw in extended families, adult children, friends, coworkers, and acquaintances together, then the melodrama eclipses any authenticity.

Maybe this is why I have such a difficult time with fellowship in church. Churches have too many people for my taste. I feel like a spectator observing a drama. Most of the time, I feel like such a hypocrite when I go to receive communion, since I don’t feel like I’m connecting with God or anyone else in that building.

Early this morning, I had communion. There was no bread, no wine, and there were no people. I wasn’t in a church. I was at home, sitting in my favorite chair, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading a book. For a few moments I felt intimately connected to God.

 “We saw it, we heard it, and now we’re telling you so you can experience it along with us, this experience of communion with the Father and his Son, Jesus Christ. Our motive for writing is simply this: We want you to enjoy this, too.” (1 John 1:3-4 MSG)

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Dark Side of Ambition

“In vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be.” (Ps. 39:6 NIV)

I come from a long line of ambitious people who are willing to work hard to achieve their goals. For generations, we have equated happiness with the acquisition of wealth, power, and honor. We have always strived to be better and to have more. We have realized that the desire for more money is considered crass. Thus we emphasize the value of higher education--which is an honorable yet indirect path to getting richer, having a higher status, and thus more power and influence. We imprint these values onto our children and set high standards of achievement--for their success is directly linked to our honor. A lack of ambition is seen as a major character flaw. Those who are indifferent towards wealth and power are considered lazy.

While steeped in this culture of ambition, I have also witnessed the adverse effects of this trait. Most of us are willing to sacrifice our leisure time and immediate pleasures to achieve our goals. However, some of us go further--offering up our health, our marriages, and time with our children, on the altar of ambition. And what does it get us but dissatisfaction? The more we strive, the more discontent we seem to be. There is always a bigger dream to chase--a higher level of education, a bigger job promotion, a more luxurious house, newer high-tech gadgets to buy, a higher rung of the social ladder to climb. Our achievements never seem to be enough.

What if our aspirations were different? What if, instead of wealth, power and honor--we pursued peace and contentment? What if our goals extended beyond the advancement of our family’s welfare to that of humanity as a whole?

Monday, June 10, 2013

Indian-American

“Indian Americans are citizens of the United States of Indian ancestry and comprise about 3.18 million people, or ~1.0% of the U.S. population.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_American)

Although I’ve never really cared for this hyphenated description of my ethnicity vs. nationality, it’s been on my mind more lately. When I first moved to the U.S. as a child, I clung to my Indian identity. I saw myself as an Indian-American.

As the decades passed, I became more assimilated to the American culture around me. Each visit to India showed me how much I had changed. In my teens, I felt suspended between the two cultures, belonging to neither, a foreigner and misfit in both countries. In my twenties, a gradual shift began to happen. The values and ideas of my adopted country seeped into my psyche, transforming me inside and out.

Now, in my forties, I have evolved into an Indian-American. My Indian-ness has diminished to a vestigial appendage that is barely functional. These days, when I visit India, I long to come home--to Iowa. This makes me feel conflicted, disloyal—as if I’m casting aside my ethnic identity. I’m uncomfortable with this metamorphosis. I will always be proud of my heritage—my brown skin, my almond shaped eyes, and my penchant for spicy food. However, I am no longer defined or limited by my ancestral legacy. I have to cherish the memories of who I was, while learning to accept who I have become.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Childish Thinking

When I was a child, I lived in India. During my recent trip back to my childhood home, I realized how much I had changed. I no longer enjoy shopping, socializing with large groups, or being in the spotlight. I prefer contemplation, communing with nature, gardening, and physical activity. Many things that used to make an impression on me, now just sadden me.

As I walk around the streets of my ancestral country, I notice its lush beauty. In the pre-dawn moments, the chorus of crickets, birds and frogs are still audible. Soon the sun would rise, revealing opulent mansions built on what was previously farmland. The streets would be filled with people, traffic, and stray animals.

The unequal distribution of wealth is really obvious when you see mansions next to barely habitable dwellings. Traditional women’s clothing is beautiful, yet restrictive and impractical in the hot weather. Many families live apart--the husbands working in distant countries while the wives stay home to take care of the elderly and the young. These disparities in resources and freedom are accepted without much dissension.

“When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.” (1 Cor. 13:11 NLT)

None of these things bothered me when I was a child. Now I find myself deeply troubled by injustice and inequality. Unequal distribution of wealth, the affluent taking advantage of the poor—these issues are prevalent all over the world. As children we may be oblivious to these disparities, but as adults we should be disturbed by this lopsidedness. We should not accept this as merely the status quo, but must modify our thinking and our actions until we create a more equitable society.

Friday, June 7, 2013

My Time

Jesus was asked to perform a miracle before his public ministry had started. He was at a wedding in Cana, and they had run out of wine. His mother asked him to fix this situation. Jesus responded:

“This isn’t my time. Don’t push me.” (John 2:4 MSG)

I can understand His reluctance to get involved. I doubt that supplying more alcohol to a bunch of inebriated wedding guests was part of the Messiah’s purpose in life. If I were in His place, I wouldn’t want my entry into public life defined by this not-so-wholesome activity either. Yet Jesus stooped to this level and rescued a family from embarrassment.

When I’m faced with a predicament, I have a tendency to bolt. I avoid awkward interactions at all costs. When I’m thrust into these kinds of situations, I feel unprepared, ill-equipped, and unsure. I protest: This isn’t my time. Don’t push me! Yet, I know that God is prepared, equipped, and ready to make miracles happen. So I line up the receptacles to receive His grace. I become like a jar full of water waiting for a miracle. I stay open until Jesus transforms me.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Ownership

Although the manager of a business may oversee the resources of his company, his primary responsibility is to be concerned about whatever is most profitable for his boss. Some managers may act bossy to their subordinates, forgetting that they are merely mid-level employees. After they have been in charge for a while, they may act as if they own the place.

We are called to put God’s interests first, and then to be careful with his resources. We don’t own anything, not even our lives, our talents, our opportunities. We are called to manage these investments in a way that profits the true Owner.

For example, let’s take the gift of today. How shall I manage these next 24 hours so as to maximize God’s investments, to further His vision? I shall have occasions to extend grace, forgive, show compassion, think rationally, show tolerance, encourage others, and to pray. I have the opportunity to express God through my words and actions.

As I do these things, I keep in mind that none of this is for my benefit but for God’s kingdom, His glory, and His honor.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Pointer

As I approach a new phase of my life, I’m trying to decide what I’m meant to do next. I’ve considered several options...some popular careers and a few obscure ones too. Sometimes I’ll read or hear a phrase that gets my attention:

“There once was a man, his name John, sent by God to point out the way to the Life-Light. He came to show everyone where to look, who to believe in.” (John 1:6-8 MSG)

John the Baptist was called by God to be a pointer.

This makes me giggle ;-) It reminds me of a pointer dog who finds and points out the location of birds to a hunter, or a laser pointer that speakers use when making presentations. I wonder if John’s career would be considered a true vocation these days. I looked up ‘pointer’ in the Occupational Outlook Handbook—the ultimate career information resource put out by the U.S. Bureau of Labor and Statistics. I couldn’t find any jobs with that title. So I made up my own job description for a modern day pointer:

A pointer would have to be alert for God’s presence and be bold enough to appear crazy to others. The work environment is physically and mentally demanding. A pointer must be able to live on very little, because median-pay is 0 dollars. Extensive education and daily studying is required. Future job outlook is less than average compared to other occupations.

I feel a bit sorry for John. I feel even worse for his mom! I can imagine people asking John’s mom: “So, what does your son do for a living?” And his mom would have to answer, “Um…well, John is a pointer. He points out God’s presence in this world. He lives in the forest, foraging for food. He can’t afford to support a wife, or kids, or have a home. I just hope he doesn’t get himself killed. Yeah…I had such high hopes for him. He didn’t really live up to his potential.”

John the Baptist must have been quite the character. He was willing to sacrifice everything to fulfill his calling, no matter what anyone else thought. I don’t know what God is calling me to do next. Whatever it is, I hope I have John’s tenacity and boldness. 

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Recognizing Holiness

My son was the first to spot the goldfinches among the dandelions. Once he pointed them out to us, we were able to recognize them all over the yard. We wondered how long we had been oblivious to these beautiful birds because we didn’t know what to look for. What else were we missing?

C.S. Lewis, in his book Mere Christianity, describes how to recognize a holy person: “They will not be very like the idea of ‘religious people’ which you have formed from your general reading. They do not draw attention to themselves. You tend to think that you are being kind to them when they are really being kind to you. They love you more than others do, but they need you less. (We must get over wanting to be needed: in some goodish people, especially women, that is the hardest of all temptations to resist.) They will usually seem to have a lot of time: you will wonder where it comes from. When you have recognized one of them, you will recognize the next one much more easily.”

When I read the above traits, a few people came to mind. I have been blessed to know a few truly holy women. They are unassuming and tend to camouflage themselves among weeds. They always act like you are doing them a favor by hanging out with them. Their love is indiscriminatingly sincere. They aren’t needy of your validation, but at the same time, they don’t make you feel like you are their current ‘project’ either. They seem to readily make time for you, even though you can see that they are taking care of many others simultaneously. Once I learned how to spot holiness, I realized how blessed I am to have these angelic individuals in my life.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Down to Earth

We have a yard full of dandelions. For the past few years, we’ve decided not to use chemicals to kill the weeds in our yard. The other day a flock of goldfinches visited our yard and hid among the dandelions eating their seed. These birds retain knowledge of things we humans have forgotten.

A few weeks ago, our neighborhood Bible study group was talking about the need for healing. We wondered if healing is available to us as it was in biblical times. We looked over at the dandelions that were spreading across the neighborhood, wondering if God had a reason for making these prolific weeds. I started reading about these plants. I also decided to be my own test subject. For the last few weeks, I’ve been making a tea with dandelion leaves, stems, and flowers. I’m still alive. I spoke about my new-found interest in dandelions to a friend who used to live in China. She mentioned that the Chinese use dandelions a lot. Upon further research, I found that dandelions have been used in Chinese medicine for centuries. Here are links to a few studies that I found interesting:
http://www.umm.edu/altmed/articles/dandelion-000236.htm

I wish there were extensive scientific studies on common plants and their benefits. However, since a drug company cannot patent a plant, there is no profit motive to study it unless they can extract specific nutrients from it and put it in a pill form. When individual nutrients are isolated and synthesized into shelf-stable supplement pills, oftentimes they lose their natural essence and balance.

I’m sure that there is a reason and purpose behind every created thing. Animals still pass on this knowledge to their young. Our ancestors probably had a lot of this knowledge, but we moderns have decided that we know better. We kill nature with chemicals and then buy bottles of chemicals labeled as ‘natural’.

I think the closer we are to nature, the more in touch we are to real soil, the deeper our understanding will be. As we learn more about the purpose of all created things, the closer we get to knowing God. 

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Book Review

I rarely buy books. If I bought every book I read, my house would be a mess. Instead, I check out books from the library. This saves me a lot of money and the pressure of having to return these books prompts me to finish them in a timely manner. When I do buy books, it’s usually ones that I’ve already read and want to share with others.

Recently I bought my first book for this year: Proof of Heaven—by Eben Alexander. It’s written by a neurosurgeon who was in a coma for several days due to bacterial meningitis. I’ve read other books about near death experiences. This book was different than others of the same genre. It was written from the perspective of a medically-trained, nominally-religious person. His writing is straightforward, lucid and cogent. His authenticity, as well as his logical analysis of the subject, made a deep impact on me as a reader.
This book will not appeal to everyone. Some Christians might find it too secular. The descriptions of heaven are not strictly biblical. The language is one of universal connectedness and inclusiveness. This book is also filled with a lot of medical jargon. He spends most of the book talking about the intricacies of the brain and consciousness. I would recommend this book to those who are scientifically-minded. Even for those who already believe in a supernatural being, this book may resolve some of the dichotomy between science and faith. It might be especially intriguing for those who are skeptical about the existence of a spiritual dimension beyond the visible world.