Saturday, February 28, 2009
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor, he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. To proclaim the year of the Lords favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.” – Isaiah 61:1-3
My reactions to this sweet text:
“He” has sent “Me”. You can look around, but I don’t think you’re going to find a more absurd phrase in the Bible. What is He doing sending the likes of us to accomplish so great a mission. As Paul said in 2 Cor. 2, “Who is equal to such a task?”
Do you ever feel unqualified by your talents or disqualified by your behavior? I do. Do you ever feel too uneducated, too small town, or too inexperienced? I do. So many humans have such an inferiority complex that they can’t climb out from under the weight of their own unworthiness. They are reminded by the inner jury of their own soul that they are guilty of unspeakable personal felonies leading to a verdict of GUILTY. You can watch them live life with a “guilty as charged” sign hung around their neck. For people like this, it’s nearly impossible for them to accept God’s invitation to join him in this rescue mission to recover the jewel of great price, the human soul.
They can’t wrap their arms around the idea that God would send them in his stead. His reputation on their shoulders. His success dependent on their movement. People’s healing hanging in the balance with us standing in the gap on behalf of God. We are the ambassadors…the spokesmen…the reps of redemption. This is a tall order. This is an epic invitation in need of a heroic volunteer. Who is equal to such a task?
No wonder the hero’s and heroine’s who live out this mission are called “oaks of righteousness” by God. They are the strongest breed of believer. They are the deepest rooted in their allegiance. They weather storms and shelter pilgrims. They are slow growing and long lasting. And their presence reminds people of the splendor of God…they are “display” booths of his truth that endures to all generations.
I’m a part of a church plant…so I love the phrase “a planting of the LORD”. It’s something that he is always doing as the gardener of the gospel. He is planting type of God. He is growing people and grooming people to GO. To be on mission. To live out an organic experience of God in this world, to this world. I happen to think that church planting is the best kind of “planting of the Lord” to display his glory…but that’s just my bias. ;)
He sent Us. Holy Hope coming through Fragile Followers. Unreal.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
"Good Morning, Lover…
It’s kinda funny cuz as my fingers tickle the keyboard you are staring at me on your screen savor…are you flirting?
I have enjoyed you so much the last few weeks. It’s felt like a new romance. It’s just fun to casually hang out even for you to run errands with me…it’s like you want to be with me anyway. You’ve made me feel confident, loved, desired, sexy, irreplaceable, fought for, all the things my heart needs right now. Thank you for loving me like this.
It’s so true that when a woman is loved well she will desire to honor and respect her husband. I don’t want to honor you just because you love me well, but because you are honorable. And thankfully I don’t have to think hard.
I honor you because you are a man of integrity, one whom I fully trust. Your passion for God, me, the girls, life and people draw me to you. You have fought for my heart in a way I’ve never seen a man fight even if that has meant you fighting with me. Wow, am I ever so glad you push past your fear of my reactions (cuz I know how ugly that has been) to love me deeper, confront my insecurities and call out my heart to live fully. You have been a beautiful reflection of God the Father to me, not only in watching you with the girls, but in the way you make me laugh so hard I cry, in how you so carefully explore me (heart, soul and body), how you cuddle me for hours, how you calm my worries and fears, you hurt when I hurt, you are strong when I’m weak…you even did weight watchers with me and kept doing it when I caved.
God made me strong…strong-willed anyway, and He certainly knew I would need a much stronger man. Your strength is most assuredly outstanding among all men. You’ve shown your strength in how you saved yourself for only me to have, and with me for me not to have until we were married. You’ve shown strength in how you fight for the hearts of our daughters. They are so proud to be yours. Your strength is displayed in your tears and your contagious laugh. I see it in the way you so eloquently and carefully speak truth to the heart that wonders and wanders. Your heart is so good, and I love it.
There are so many outside of just me and the girls that have been lucky enough to have experienced the strength you have to offer. You have fought for countless people over their addictions, their insecurities, their failing marriages. I love how you love not just us, but others too. But let me be loud and let me be clear for the world to know..."He is mine." I am yours and you are mine. You had me at, “I was arrested last night” and I have been weak over you since. I love you, I adore you and I consider you the best gift God has ever given me. He must really love me."
This is so good for my heart. I needed to hear these things this morning. Any man that says he doesn't need this has gotten so good at lying that he believes his own fibs. Men crave the affirmation and validation of their wives something fierce. And on this day, I'm letting it seeps into cracks inside my heart that have needed filling lately.
I love you, babe.