• January 8, 2016 /  Uncategorized

    hole in time

    When the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, it was as if Jesus Himself took one huge step down into the opening of time that His Father had allotted for Him. Before the foundations of the world, Father God had purposed a specific doorway in history for Jesus to walk through, and fulfill His commission on earth as Savior of the world. When Christ’s granted time was completed, He died on that Cross, rose again and proceeded back to the Father.
    His mark was made.
    His job was done.
    His impression was left.
    One of His last prayers before going to the Cross included, “Father, I glorified You on the earth, having accomplished the work which You have given Me to do.”

    I often think it is no different for us God girls today. According to Psalm 139, God saw us before we were born and all of the days that were ordained for us were written in His book before there was yet one of them.
    Sounds to me like each of us has been granted, as Jesus was, an open window in time. A pre-ordained measure of life moments that had been planned for us before we took our first breath.  Seems like we each have been giving the gift of life to fulfill specific God-ordered individual plans that somehow will fit into the bigger scheme of our earth’s history.  Seems like.
    Bearing this truth in mind, we want to be found at the end of our life…looking and acting like Jesus.
    Having made our mark.
    Having done our job.
    Having left our impression.
    In the end, we want to be able to look back on our years and then confidentially speak out of our mouths Christ’s very words;
    “Father, I glorified You on the earth, having accomplished the work which You have given me to do.”

    We are here for a reason and only for a time.
    The expanse has opened and then it will close.
    There will be no going back. No second chances.
    We all have one shot at making this trip count.
    One opportunity to do it His way.
    One life to live for Jesus.

  • January 6, 2016 /  Uncategorized

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    Carrying her pottery water jug on her shoulder, she trudged slowly and deliberately to the outskirts of the city. The streets were quieter now as most were taking rest from the noonday sun.  She had successfully avoided the early morning chatter at the well again. Although for most Samaritan woman this daily job of water lugging was tiresome, it did provide a pleasant moment to gather together with others.  T’was a welcome opportunity to catch up on family affairs and daily happenings around Sychar.  Funny, however, what may be a pleasant experience for one can be a nightmare for another.

    Lifting her eyes, the woman could see the life-giving well in the distance, and a lone figure is leaning against it. She slowed her pace only for a moment then summoned all the courage within her to continue her trek. There were no options. This well was the only source of water for miles around. Water had to be drawn, and it had to be drawn from this particular well… whether she liked it or not.

    The woman avoided eye contact with this unfamiliar presence as much as she possibly could. Through years of practice, she had gotten very good at averting the glances of others. It was the only thing she knew to do. Her reputation always preceded her and her shame continually followed her wherever she went. Steering clear of faces, she had proved, was much easier than avoiding the guilt that she carried inside of her.

    His words broke the silence…at noonday… by the well.
    “Give Me a drink of water.”
    That voice jolted her to attention. For the first time, she turned to look fully into His face. He was obviously a Jew. A stranger. But His eyes were kind and His voice light.
    “A drink, would you get Me a drink?” He repeated.

    Confused at His request, she responded, “How is it that You, being a Jew, ask me for a drink since I am a Samaritan woman?”
    She knew the history of her people well. She understood the despise that the Jews had for Samaritans.  She recalled the words “half-breed” and “unclean” spoken over her culture by her Jewish neighbors. She was fully aware that most Judean Jews would turn the 70 mile trip from Judea to Galilee into a 140-mile hike just so that they could avoid passing through her land!
    And now this man, a Jew Himself, shows up out of nowhere, acknowledging her, speaking to her, and asking her for help?
    Unthinkable. Unheard of. Unbelievable.

    Since He is a Jew, she reasoned, He must understand that being seen in public with her would bring shame upon His head. If they were to be noticed together by any Jewish folk, He would surely be looked down upon and spoken against. If He were actually to receive water from her jug, He would become unclean, having infected Himself with the touch of a dirty unbeliever. Yet, He had asked for a cup of water from a Samaritan…a woman none-the-less…and a woman whose only option was to fill her water jug at noon because she is an outcast of her society, branded by her immoral lifestyle.

    Jesus is a radical lover of the human soul. His gaze penetrates into the deepest recesses of the heart. His unconditional love surpasses any love any has ever known. He looks into and then beyond the messes we are.
    Jesus intentionally visits the well at our noondays, waiting to make Himself known. He purposely lingers, longing to reveal Himself to us.
    His intentions are always good.
    His motives are always pure.
    His heart is always right.
    His love is always deep.
    His desire is always towards us.

    Jesus values each person He meets at the well…at noon. He does not show up to judge, to degrade, to criticise, or to give an ultimatum to. He doesn’t come looking for a fight. He doesn’t appear at the well eager to cast dirty looks at the fools we have been and show disgust for the choices we have made. He reveals Himself at the well…at noon…to give us something that we could never get on our own.
    Fully knowing just who we are and all that we have become, He still comes looking to begin a Holy Romance with us. Us common,  broken,  hurting people who have no reason to be loved.

    And He waits at the well.

     

     

  • January 2, 2016 /  Uncategorized

     

    box

    Wonderful thing a New Year.
    It is the perfect time to thank God for all the highs and the lows,
    the bumps and the bruises, the smiles and the giggles of 2015.
    It is the best time to look back with reflection and introspection at
    what was…what is…and what never came to be.
    And it is the proper time to take the large box of the past year, now filled with all it’s happenings and loaded with daily living 2015 stuff…
    wrap it up in bright colored paper, seal it with a bow
    and place it gently behind us.

    Wonderful thing a New Year.
    It is the perfect time to thank God for everything that lies ahead. Imagining all the mystery and excitement of our day to day living in 2016.
    It is the best time to look forward with anticipation and wonder at what the Lord has planned for us, contemplating what He may allow.
    And it is the proper time to take a large empty box for this coming year,  filled with nothing but total surrender and holding it out in front of us, lifting it gently before the Lord. Waiting for Him to fill it day by day.
    Allowing Him to place in this bare box His perfect will.
    Knowing full well He will hand His will to us
    moment by moment
    with grace sufficient for the cause.

    As we surrender to God’s will each day this year, desiring nothing in our boxes that He has not placed there Himself, we will often be found softly singing…

    “Jesus, all for Jesus
    All I am and have and ever hope to be
    All of my ambitions, hopes and plans
    I surrender these into Your hands
    For it’s only in Your will that I am free
    Jesus, all for Jesus
    All I am and have and ever hope to be”

    Happy 2016 friend.