Never Gonna Let Me Down
“He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen. Come, see where his body was lying.” Matthew 28:6 “But very truly I tell you, it is for your good that I am going away. Unless I go away, the …
Finding Faith in the Mess
“He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen. Come, see where his body was lying.” Matthew 28:6 “But very truly I tell you, it is for your good that I am going away. Unless I go away, the …
DISCLAIMER: I wrote this blog post years ago…7 to be exact. Crazy how things have come full circle. The fire looks a little different these days, but the message still holds true. I hope this brings you some hope right now. “Then Nebuchadnezzar was furious …
Oh, 2018.
I could write an entire blog post just about the bad things that have happened this year. Floods. Illness. Death. It seems especially difficult on the back side. But, there is a part of me that wants to hold onto you for a bit. There is something about taking you all in, 2018; even the tough stuff.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Every year matters. Every day. Every moment. They matter. If I wish them all away, then I am saying they don’t matter. And if I say they don’t matter, than ultimately, I am saying God doesn’t matter.
A few hours after we told the boys about our dog, he couldn’t sleep. My eldest came down and asked me to pray for him. He had some questions first.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Is it okay to question if God is real?
What if I don’t feel Him?
Tough stuff. But, such GOOD stuff. We talked through his questions and then we prayed. When I was done, he asked me if he could pray and add onto what I had said. Of course I told him yes! He let God know that he didn’t really think He was real for a moment. But, this trial, the pain of losing his dog, led him to press into his faith a little more feeling God’s presence in the pressing.
This right here is why I can’t wish away 2018.
I can’t always answer the “why’s”. I honestly don’t think we are always supposed to know why. What I can do is look for the nudges. Every time we have received or experience some terrible no good news in a terrible no good situation, God has met me there. Every time.
When my dad had a stroke earlier this year, I prayed on the way to the ER letting God know He was going to have to show up for me. I told Him I wasn’t going to be able to do this if He didn’t show Himself to me. And you know what? He showed up. He showed up in a peace that I could not explain. He showed up in sweet time with my sister where we could just be together with no agenda. He showed up in my husband jumping in and doing what needed to be done so I could be there for my dad. He showed up.
God showed up when Charlotte started struggling. She waited for us to get home so that our friends who were watching the boys while we were away did not have to deal with such a horrible situation. He kept the boys asleep so they didn’t have to see the horror of their dog suffering. He let the situation to be quick and not drawn out.
He gave me friends who have loved on us deep and wide and big. He gave me a big huge bright blue sky and a beautiful day to enjoy. He gave me time away with my husband and rest.
Without the bad, there wouldn’t be any of the good.
I don’t want to wish 2018 away. I don’t want to wish any of it away. My life wouldn’t be as full and rich with a piece of it missing. The good sustains me. The bad helps me see and appreciate the good. It helps me realize my need for Him.
As 2019 nears, don’t wish 2018 away. Relish in all its messy beauty. That’s the thing about life, faith, and their messy mingling. It’s complex. Disheveled. Scruffy. Tousled. Tangled. Beautiful. It’s all necessary. Every moment. Every breath. All of it.
Rest in the story. Let it press into your soul even when it stings. Because that pressing leads to the glorious.
Love & Blessings,
Meg
“For everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith.” 1 John 5:4 Are you living from a place of victory or victimization? When someone or something wrongs you, where do you stand? Where do you …
I was sitting at Starbucks typing away and doing some research when a party of four sat down next to me. It was crowded and the tables were close. The two couples chatted about general life stuff for the first ten minutes or so. Yes, I was eves-dropping. Like I said, they were sitting VERY close. The conversation then turned serious. One of the men needed to talk through some junk that was happening at their church. He began expressing concern about how the church was using their finances and how the pastoral staff was leading the congregation. The discussion continued and I had to leave. I didn’t hear how they handled their issues or if they came to any resolution. I’ve heard many church conversations before: the church hurt someone, ignored someone, back-stabbed another, didn’t meet the needs for a particular person, and so on. This little church debate in Starbucks got my mind spinning: What is the church’s role anyway?
I first went to church with a friend in high school. My parents were not church goers, so it was just me. I invited my dad to join me once and warned him about the strange hand-raising that occurred during worship. I was worried he’d think I was part of some strange cult and yank me out of there. Thankfully, he wasn’t as weirded out as I thought he’d be. He stayed and eventually found his own hand-raising church.
Church can be mysterious. Church can be messy and ugly full of feelings of disgust and hate. Church can bring out the very best and the very worst in people. Church unites and divides. Church breaks us down and builds us up. Church can be very powerful yet ineffective; prideful yet humble. Church can alienate. Church can help someone feel like they are finally loved or an outcast. Church is many things to many people.
What was the intention behind church? Did God create church? What was His vision?
So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ. Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of people in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work. Ephesians 4:11-16
If I look into God’s Word and study His vision for fellowship and His church I see a place where people are nurtured and loved in such a way that they radiate the light of Jesus. Church is not a denomination. Church is not a building. Church is not a set of rules that will get you into Heaven. Church is not an experience. Church can be all these things but it doesn’t have to be all these things. Church is a place where people come together in all their mess united for Christ purposefully building one another up for the Kingdom.
There are ideologies out there that require rituals in order to gain Christ’s acceptance and church membership. Some churches create by-laws for by-laws that must be followed or you’re out. Some places of worship close their doors on those that are different, dirty, poor, addicted, or royally messed up. This is not church.
Our churches are being led by worn-out underpaid servants who love so deeply they have a tendency to run themselves into the ground for the betterment of the congregation. The same people tend to volunteer week after week. Mercy and grace are needed and deserved, but rarely felt. We know deep down that our souls long for something like church but we don’t know how to let go and get to that place. Walking into a building in which vulnerability is a requirement frightens us. But, it is so needed. We were created for connection.
Don’t give up on church. God knew we’d need each other, thus creating the Church. Let’s not forsake the art of gathering with one another to learn from each other, challenge one another, forgive, give grace, be kind, and give rest. Let us create a space where vulnerability is celebrated and not scary; where love and grace are endless. Unity does not mean sameness. It means power in the differences. Let’s bring our differences to the one place they have the most value: church and build His kingdom on Earth as it is in Heaven. Amen.
Love & Blessings,
Meg