Sunday, March 31, 2013

Set Apart


I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth. John 17:14-17 (NIV)
I’m so grateful to have a good job with good pay and benefits, especially at a time when so many people are out of work and scarcely getting by. But man, there are days at work when I just want to go off and tell folks how I really feel about them. My office environment is very negative. There’s cursing all day, confrontations, and gossip. Like the high school years I hated oh so much, there are cliques: the mean girls, the favorites/brownnosers, the popular group, the trouble makers, the jocks, the custody staff, and the medical staff. Like in high school, I don’t really fit into any of those groups (yes, I was that kid who spent lunch hiding in the Library or in some teacher’s classroom-the only difference is about 15 years and I now eat lunch at my desk or in my car). Did I mention I hated high school? I hated high school. Just like in high school, I feel like I don’t fit in my work environment.

If that’s not bad enough, we’re activating a new facility and are working in a temporary office space. It’s noisy, stuffy, crowded, messy, disorganized, and it stinks. There’s a lot of fakery, backstabbing, teasing, stressing, and complaining. Drama. Rarely a quiet moment. I usually can’t hear myself think, let alone take a phone call because there are always at least 50 other conversations going on at the same time and people don’t seem to know how to use their inside voices...in a room about the size of a small classroom. Yup, I’m there five days a week, eight hours a day. Yippee!!!
This week has been particularly rough for me. By the end of the workday yesterday, I was so frustrated, my head was spinning and I took the stress of work home with me. Daily, I find myself complaining. I sometimes feel like I’m being sucked into all the negativity. I ask God what’s His purpose for me at work. My current job definitely isn’t my calling or the place where my career will end-it’s just what I have to do to pay the bills for now. But I know I’m there for a reason. Read on…I’m not just venting, I’m actually going somewhere with this...I hope.

Tonight, I intended to write about authority, but I was lead to John 17 instead. Verses 14-17 grabbed my attention. Before Jesus was arrested, He prayed. He prayed for himself, His disciples, and the believers. I was a bit taken aback wondering why Jesus didn’t pray that we be taken out of the world to heaven with Him. So, I read it again, and again, and again. It slowly sunk in after reading it several times.
Maybe, just maybe, the all-knowing Jesus prayed the perfect prayer for us. I believe God gets more glory when He protects His children from Satan’s attacks rather than simply removing us from his shooting range. As believers, we live in this world but are not of it. In essence we’re foreigners.  Our origin is a godly one because our Father is God. This world isn’t all gumdrops and rainbows; it’s a cruel, crude world-Satan’s playground. Our purpose in this world is to be examples of Christ to those around us-our families, friends, classmates, coworkers, the cashier at the grocery store, that mean woman who never smiles, and the grumpy old man.

John 17:17 says, “Sanctify them by the truth. Your word is the truth.” To sanctify is to set apart. When we live according the word, we live according to a greater standard of goodness than the world does, and that sets us apart. We’re equipped with everything we need to survive the world and not be pulled into all its madness. We have the word. God protects us with His word. God’s word guards our hearts and guides our steps. Are we living to blend in with the world, or do we endeavor to live up to God’s standards?  Each day we must remind ourselves that we are sanctified and our actions should reflect that- whether at work, in the car, at the store, or at home.  Even when we’re surrounded by constant negativity and darkness, we are called to be positive examples and the light in this world.
Wherever we go, whatever we do, someone is watching. We must ask ourselves, what do people see when they see me? What does God see when He looks upon me? Am I living a life set apart or have I conformed to this world? If we’re completely honest most of us can do better and have some work to do. I pray the people in the world around me see Christ in me and that I never forget that living in this world doesn’t mean I have to imitate it. May my desire to be like Christ and learn His word never wan. Jesus knew our temporary home would be this world and He prayed protection and sanctification over us until we make it to heaven. I trust God answered His Son’s prayer; it’s our job to live like that.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

"There's Someone I Want You to Meet"


 “All things have been committed to me by my Father. No one knows who the Son is except the Father, and no one knows who the Father is except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.” –Luke 10:22 (NIV)
Do you remember the first time you brought that special someone home to meet the folks? If you’re like most, you didn’t bring home some guy you were just playing the dating game with to meet the family. No-no, this guy was special. He had everything you desired in a mate. You made long-term plans with him and intended to spend the rest of your life with him. Surely he would meet Mom’s high expectations and Dad’s nearly impossible standards. This man was extraordinary, the one you chose and hoped Mom, Dad, and the rest of the family would welcome with open arms.

Have you had fortune of being the one deemed special enough to meet the family? I have. And, oh. Honey, let me teeellll you...there are times when meeting the parents might be all kinds of red flags and sirens ringing. Meeting the mom on a first date…red flag. Meeting your college boyfriend’s mom at school because oddly enough, she sits next to you in Literature class…red flag (and AWKWARD!!). Meeting the mom of the 30-something you’re dating because he still lives with her...red flag, yellow flag, blue flag, checkered flag…RUN!!! Since this isn’t a post warning about who not to date, I’ll move along…
Imagine a bride-to-be being introduced to her future husband’s family for the first time. Aside from being a bit nerve-racking, how incredibly special and set apart she must feel knowing her man thinks so highly of her that he takes her home to meet the people whose opinions matter most to him. The people with whom he shares the most intimate relationships with-his parents, his family. The relationship is solidified, it’s officially official. The bride-to-be begins to form relationships with his loved ones and his family becomes her family.  

In the Bible, the church is referred to as the bride and Jesus the bridegroom.  Envision a day, long before creation began (see Ephesians 1:4), our Groom, Jesus, went to God, His Father and said: “Father, there is someone I want you to meet. This is                          (insert your name).  She is THE one. I’m madly in love with her and intend to spend the rest of my life with her. I will sacrifice my life to save hers. I will do anything for her. She means the world to me and I’ll step outside our heavenly kingdom to earth and endure the worst kind of persecution, ridicule, betrayal, and even death to make her my bride. Father, she is more than special, she is worth more than the very air I breathe. I want to give her the moon, the stars, and all her heart desires. What’s mine will be hers. No good thing will I withhold from her. Now, please let’s welcome her into our royal family so that one day she can wear a crown and be my queen and your daughter.”
I get chills picturing such an exchange between Father and Son--all for little ol' me.  How extraordinarily special I feel knowing Jesus chose to take and introduce me to His Father, declaring His intent to make me His bride. He welcomed me in and made me part of His family. I love the Message Bible’s version of Luke 10:22: “I’ve been given it all by my Father! Only the Father knows who the Son is and only the Son knows who the Father is. The Son can introduce the Father to anyone He wants to.” Jesus chose to introduce us to His Father.  Jesus chose us to be His bride. How awesome is that!?! It’s hard to fathom all the privileges that come with being the bride of Christ: all kinds of authority comes with bearing Jesus’s name, we share in His kingdom, we’re promised peace, joy and life everlasting. Oh, I can go on all day listing privileges of being Christ’s bride. He personally went to the Father and sought to welcome us into the majestic family. With outstretched arms and a crown of thorns, Jesus proposed to you and me an unbreakable, everlasting union. I’ve accepted His proposal; I’m part of the royalist royal family. Are you?

“Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and His bride has made herself ready.” -Revelation 19:7 (NIV)

 

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Faith Fights


Faith Fights

When the world tells me God isn’t there,
Faith fights.
When my circumstances scream He doesn’t care,
Faith fights.
When the ground around me crumbles and shakes,
Faith fights.
When my peace and joy Satan tries to take,
Faith fights.
When those I love say goodbye,
Faith fights.
When I cry so much my tears run dry,
Faith fights.
When I give all I have but they expect more,
Faith fights.
When I pray and pray and feel ignored,
Faith fights.

Faith fights.

Faith is the shield that guards my heart.
Faith is the power by which mountains part.

Faith is belief in the One I can’t see.
Faith knows without Him there’s no me.

Though my faith waivers from time to time,
His faithfulness holds me and keeps me in line.

Faith is not mild, timid, or weak;
Faith is the authority by which I speak;
Faith is firm, steadfast, and meek.

Faith fights through the struggles, storms, and tears;
Faith is more powerful than my fears;
Faith reminds me God is near.

I believe it’s written so true it must be.
I’ll fight the fight of faith trusting God’s faithfulness will fight for me.  


-DN 3.13.13