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Complaining

 

I have a cute little country plaque on my kitchen wall that always makes me smile.

Sometimes I wake up Grouchy.  

Other times I let him sleep.

Kenny doesn’t find it quite as amusing as I do.

To be honest, for most of our nearly 49 years of marriage, Kenny was long gone before I even stirred in the morning. I didn’t have to wake him up ever; I have no idea what he was like when he hurried off to work each morning before the sun was even thinking of dawn.

I just thought the tiny sign was funny and I bought it. 

Probably, it resonated more with me about me than about him. Not a morning person by nature, I have to work at finding things NOT to be grumpy about when I roll out of bed.

Especially now.

My body, stiff and inflexible after hours of inactivity, stubbornly refuses to cooperate. My swollen fingers can’t twist the toothpaste cap. I can’t see to find my glasses so I can see to find my glasses. I glare at the saggy old lady in my mirror, the one with scraggly witch-hair sticking out all over her head. How many times did I get up last night? Acid reflux again?  Nothing fits! I’m too old to still be working. There’s no milk for my cereal. Why is it raining? I hate all this pollen. All my joints are aching…

Complain, complain, and complain! So who’s really the grouchy one? 

It’s so easy to get into the habit of moaning and groaning. It’s easy to find fault and be discontented, to be annoyed and impatient when things aren’t what I want or expect. It’s easy to be a serial complainer. Can you relate?   

And maybe, like me, you consider these little grumbles as harmless, a meaningless bantering between “me, myself, and I.” A venting. A purging. But is that true? Or could these whiny words be a warning that something sinister and ugly is going on in my heart?

Jesus says that from the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks (Matthew 12:34). What’s already inside there is what’s going to come out.

So what is happening in my heart? Why is it so easy to grumble?

Paul Tripp answered my questions in New Morning Mercies today.

“Well, (it’s) easy (to complain) because sin still causes us to make it all about us. Because sin really is selfishness at its core, we all still tend to shrink our worlds down to the small confines of our wants, our needs, and our feelings. We then tend to judge the good of our lives by how much of what we want we are able to actually have. At street level, it is tempting to live a God-forgetful, me-istic existence. If you put yourself in the center of your world, you will find plenty of things to complain about.

“It is also true that you live in a fallen world where people and things are not functioning the way God intended. This world really is terribly broken. Life here really is hard. You face all kinds of difficulties, big and small. People disappoint you…obstacles appear in your way. In some way, the fallenness of your world enters your door every day. Combine the hardships of life in this fallen world with the self-centeredness of sin and you have a recipe for disaster, or at least a miserable life of discontent.

“The Bible does not see grumbling and complaining as little things. In Deuteronomy 1, Moses recounts how the people of Israel ‘murmured’ about their lives, and embedded in that murmuring were questions about the goodness and wisdom of God. God’s assessment was that by their grumbling the people had rebelled against him; they had shown they were unwilling to do what he had called and enabled them to do. The joy or complaint of your heart always shapes your willingness to trust God and to do his will.

“Complaining forgets God’s grace. It ignores his presence. It fails to see the beauty of his promises. It allows the display of his splendor in creation to go unnoticed. It questions his goodness, faithfulness and love. It wonders if he is there and if he cares. If you believe in God and his control over everything that exists, then you have to accept that all of your grumbling is ultimately grumbling against him. Yes, it is so easy to complain. It is so easy to forget the daily blessings that fall down on each of us. Our readiness to complain is another argument for the forgiving and rescuing grace that Jesus, without complaint, willingly died to give us.”

I hate to think of my silly yet cantankerous grumbling as a sign that my heart, at best, is forgetful and ungrateful and, at worst, rebellious against GOD! Even when my complaints are most often uttered in my own bedroom, I know my Father can hear. I know they are pointing to a condition in my heart that needs attention. I must sound like a selfish brat. I’m sure my prayers are often like that as well. And how awful when I spread my discontent to my children or grandchildren…or others! Oh, Father forgive me! I don’t want to be an ungrateful Israelite—full of spiritual amnesia, forgetting Your daily deliverance and provision.

Yes, life isn’t a bowl of cherries. Sometimes we do have legitimate gripes and there are biblical ways to deal with those. But I think my murmuring often has much more to do with my personal preferences being ignored or my personal expectations of someone or something not being satisfied to please me. Sometimes I am just having a bad day and I see every situation from a glass-half-full perspective. Other times, I’m afraid it has become a nasty habit. Once in a while, with a group of negative people around, I find I am too easily influenced and can readily join in their grumping.

I, I, I. My, my, my. Me, me, me. Complain, complain, complain.  How thankless! How God-forgetful! And that’s my heart….

The same may be true of you. “A heart of gratitude and thankfulness isn’t dependent on your bank statement, doctor’s diagnosis, or the praise you receive for a job well done. Thanklessness and grumbling—regardless of your situation, even your suffering—reflect your heart. They are sin. Spiritual amnesia is a deadly disease that threatens your faith and your joy more than any cancer. It penetrates to the core and rots your heart from within.” (Steven Lee)

So what can I do? What can we do? How can we root out the evil spiritual amnesia that threatens our faith and our joy and is revealed in our outward murmuring?

Remember!

The antidote is to simply remember God’s gracious redemption, provision, and deliverance. Every day. Read about it, study it, write it, reflect on it, verbalize it, teach it, memorize it. Live it!

“Take a moment and look back on God’s fingerprints all over your life:

*Remember how God has protected you from making shipwreck of your life.

*Remember how God graciously let you grow up in a godly family.

*Remember how God awakened you to the ugliness of your sin.

*Remember how you walked away from that terrible car crash.

*Remember how your wife, sister or mom survived breast cancer.

*Remember how you had mentors and key friends guide you in your faith.

*Remember how God sustained you during that season of unemployment.

*Remember how God miraculously healed you.

*Remember that impossible prayer request that God answered.

*Remember how you had no money and an envelope just showed up in the mail with exactly what you needed.

*Remember how the Gospel came alive as it never had before.

*Remember God.

The antidote to spiritual amnesia is making every effort to recall and remember God’s gracious deliverance. The fact that you—a sinner who was an enemy of God—are now a beloved child is a miracle. Don’t let that wonder every fade. Remember.

Let this act of remembering awaken in you joy in God and a deep sense of gratitude that God loves you, knows you, and keeps you.” (Steven Lee)

Then you will be so busy rehearsing your blessings, you won’t have any time to list your frivolous and me-istic complaints. I won’t either.

After all, nobody wants that corny little plaque in my kitchen to be true of them, right?


—Eileen Hill

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Why I Listen to Christian Music

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“Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth.” – Colossians 3:2

I have been down a journey of different types of music through the years. I have always thought that my music preferences should be made up from a balance of genres that I like, and if I’m working with a worship team, Christian music must be a part of that balance. But now that I have been through a lot of that journey (and I’m sure there is still more to come), I can see that God wants me to listen to Christian music. Here’s why:

First of all, Christian music keeps my affections on things above, i.e. Col. 3:2.  I always thought it said, “Set your heart on things above.”  Eh, nope. It says ‘affections’ or ‘mind’, as other translations have it. You could say, “What I love is to be about things above.”  Also in Romans 12:2, “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God.” So in the Christian music world, it points to God or Jesus Christ, worship and surrender. As I listen, there are reminders and encouragements that are all uplifting to my spirit. There is a lot of ‘Transforming by the Renewing of Your Mind’ going on, so in my life, music becomes the vehicle of keeping my mind pointed toward my true love, Christ.

Also, all the other music is what I would call shallow or hollow. It’s just music that in most cases appeals to feelings or emotions. It’s a very temporary satisfaction, if it even satisfies at all. Even when I’m humming a tune later on, it feels shallow and my mind is usually not looking up. However, throughout the day as I listen to Christian music, and I am humming a song of worship, it helps keep my spirit joyful and positive, even when there is no music. As I have been growing in the Lord, I am seeing that my heart desires the worship that is in Christian music. There’s a fullness that satisfies the soul. That’s powerful. When something gets slammed on me at work, and it all seems impossible and things can go easily down the path of frustration…Nope. “And I ran out of that Grave! Out of the darkness…Into Your glorious day!”, Hallelujah!

How else can Christian music have a positive effect in my life? As time goes on, I have been listening to Christian radio stations quite a few hours at work each day. A lot of great music plays on that station, but one other thing that happens right along with the music is that I periodically hear testimonies of how God has worked things out in the callers’ lives, and even in those times when I’m feeling trapped, frustrated or even angered, and I’m trying to trust Him in personal things, there’s a caller who states their story and it’s an, “Oh wow!” moment with me. It reminds me of the truth and power of God that’s right here with me. God’s not dead, He’s surely alive!

So here’s one area of life we can embrace Colossians 3:2 in our walk with Christ.  “I am redeemed, You set me free!”

—Brian Rainey

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I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say...

I have literally have started to write this blog four different times, thinking I knew how it should begin, but each time right clicked and hovered over the “cut” prompt and tapped my touchpad on the computer…with no words typed out except …

‘I heard the voice of Jesus say…’


In all reality, all that is all really important to me right now is what Jesus says to me. That is how I live my life. It is a choice every day. Even today, I have made that choice. But it is not easy sometimes. My current reality looks like this…

I’m looking at a cheeseburger with a lettuce bun wrapped around it because I have decided, with the help of my best friend Jessica, to start the journey of being gluten free. Looking for gluten free items in a grocery store can be daunting at times when you are an avid bread lover like I am. Some stores, I’m told, have a gluten free section in order to make shopping a bit easier. But others have the items spread thinly throughout the store. It becomes like a scavenger hunt, looking for that little tiny dark brown tag under the grocery item of choice. Then, when you and your friends decide to order pizza, (yay, let’s get some pizza!), well, this is another lesson I have come to be aware of. A small, gluten free cauliflower crusted pizza that is only made in a personal pan size is the same price as a large regular pie for 8 people. $13.99 to be exact, and that does not include toppings.

It becomes overwhelming and frustrating.

Some of you have followed my physical journey for the last eight years. It has been very difficult. I shared with my band last night, in tears, that I am so confused and frustrated that no matter how many times I have been prayed for, anointed with oil and cried out to God, He has not healed me yet. I know He can just say the Word and it will be done. He has done that very thing, healed me miraculously on the spot twice before. I stood, and still stand, amazed. He is God, the Great I Am. The Good Father, Faithful, Just, Merciful and Forgiving. Loving, Kind, Compassionate, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. My Savior and King, forever. Those are the facts. They never have nor will change. No matter what emotions or thoughts you or I have. But,

It becomes overwhelming and frustrating.

The most recent findings from my Rheumatologist up at Cooper is that I have fibromyalgia, which got diagnosed 25 years ago, and the autoimmune disease Rheumatoid Arthritis. Basically, my cells are attacking my joints all over my body. So, I started the new RA drug this very morning. It comes with its concerns. I had to get the retinas of my eyes examined before I could go on it since it can damage your retinas, which is irreversible. So, it is a big deal to me.

It becomes overwhelming and frustrating.

So, what do I do with all of this overwhelming and frustrating stuff? I cry. I talk to Jesus all day, in and out of conversations with Him, knowing that it is only going to be through Him that I will have any clarity to this confusing journey I am on. Last night at band practice, the drummer stopped drumming and said, “Lois is real quiet over there on that keyboard.” Then, our leader stopped and said she wasn't going to play another note but just look at me. As she did, I began to cry. God worked through my band last night to minister to my heart. They prayed over me, again.

Then, as I left my home today, I talked with my best friend Jessica. I cried and cried, telling her how overwhelmed I am, how frustrated and confused I am in all of this. As I collected myself and proceeded to drive out of the driveway, I said to Jesus, “I feel like I am having a breakdown…” and just as clear as can be, I heard immediately, “You are having a BREAKTHROUGH”. I was so full of joy that it wasn't a breakdown that I was experiencing but a breakthrough, allowing my heart to feel the sorrow over brokenness. I long for all things to be made right, to have broken things put back into order, working the way they were originally made to. Before sin, pain and death entered the world. FOR  ALL THINGS TO BE RECONCILED BACK TO THE FATHER.

When I heard the voice of Jesus say that, the confusion that was present began to clear. The frustration turned to joy.

2 Corinthians 1:5 says this , “5 For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.  

I came to realize that the overwhelmed and frustrated feelings I have been having due to limitations my earthly body experiences, are a form of the above verse. It made sense to me because He allowed it to. My Good Father showed up and was faithful to show His daughter what was going on. My tears of confusion and sadness turned into tears of relief. He knows. He sees. He understands. He gets it. And I am ever so grateful that my God, my King, my Savior is Jesus Christ that knows me like that.

This week, I celebrate Jesus, just as every other week of the year. But, this week has some very special aspects that we celebrate. This is what happened 2000 years ago on my behalf and your behalf. Everyone's behalf for that matter. Jesus Christ, God’s son, willingly went to the cross on behalf of each one of us. To die a gruesome death in order to pay for all of the things that are broken, diseased, sick and sinful that ultimately led to death. Things that are not like God, the things we have done wrong called sin, and the wrongs done to us - He died for them ALL. He then came back to life, having victory over death and offering life in heaven with Him forever. You can have a personal relationship with Him as well. You can learn to hear His voice. During those times when you're overwhelmed and frustrated in the midst of your suffering, you too can have what I have. He loves you just as much as me or anyone else. He made you and loves you. That is the fact, no matter what you feel or think. You too can have the same HOPE I have…

If you say, “Yes, Jesus,

I want to live my life learning how to

hear your voice and follow you.

Amen and Amen.”

—Lois Robinson

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I DIDN’T DO IT!!!!

Were you ever blamed for something you didn’t do?

My brother (nineteen months older) hardly ever originated the misbehavior we got into, but he usually went right along with whatever I thought up. That was my job; I was more inventive. Of course my Mom knew all about me, and punishment usually fell with more force upon me! But I had a bad habit with which I handled these situations. I always knew what would happen if I got caught, and I weighed my options; if it wasn’t worth it, I didn’t do it! And if I thought it might be worth it, IF I got caught, it was full steam ahead.

So, I clearly remember a time when my brother actually talked ME into something. We rode our bikes down Germantown Avenue, which we definitely were not allowed to do (we were young), because he wanted to look at a balsa model in a toy store. I wasn’t interested, but I went along anyway. But who did we see, and who saw us and would report us to our mother, but a nosey neighbor! That evening did not promise to be pleasant.

Mom was waiting for us when we got home. The reason we were down there never came up, but she immediately pinned me to the wall with that look, and sent us to our rooms. My brother, the rat, did not confess or mention toy stores, and since my mother’s focus was on who instigated the crime, she somewhat naturally landed on me. And I was the one who lost the use of my bike for a week, during which time I did not speak to my brother.

I know it doesn’t even compare, but I often ponder the life-changing sacrifice Jesus made for us. He knew what crucifixion was; it was horrible, but not uncommon. But complete separation from God? Separation from the very part of Himself which He treasured most? To the place where He cried out to His Father, “Why have you deserted me?!” How could He have known in advance how awful that would be? And then, unbelievable and even incomprehensible to us, this God/man who had NEVER sinned was accounted guilty of every human sin, past, present and future! He bore that burden in His heart and on His shoulders, for us. For us. Because God loves us that much. And because Jesus agreed to pay for us. And did, for agonizing hours on the cross. Until He was finally, finally able to say, “It is finished.”

How can we ever consider this lightly? How can we not shudder as we try, unsuccessfully, to imagine what that must have been like! If we have ever borne the blame for another’s action, we must know that we are no closer to any understanding of the tremendous part Jesus played in God’s plan to bring us, purified, into His presence, justified and worthy to spend eternity with our God and Savior. We can only bow in grateful praise to God for caring for us enough, and wanting our companionship enough, to sacrifice the perfect Lamb, His Son, for us, unworthy as we are in our own sinful nature. And for us never to die! Oh, unless Jesus comes back first, our bodies will surely die, but we won’t need them any more! When Jesus rose again on Easter morning, He conquered death for us! Our souls will not die! We will be ushered into the presence of God, to live there in new, strong bodies, forever!

 HALLELUIA!                                                                                                                    

—Norma Stockton

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Acknowledging the Savior Right With Me

Last week I sat in my cozy gray chair. No one else was up. It was dark. It was my favorite time of day in my home: dark and silent and still. I opened up my Bible application on my phone to that day’s Lent reading. 

As I sat there, in the quiet of the still-sleeping house, I felt moved in my spirit by the words about Jesus…the words about His sacrifice for me. I even had tears come to my eyes. I lingered over the thoughts for a few more moments, and then I went to click off my phone and get ready for the day.


But then it hit me. Like a bucket of cold water had literally been dumped over my head all of the sudden.

Those moments were special, and yes, I was drinking in some important truths at the level of my cognition, and the truths even impacted my emotions. 

But I was, without even noticing, ready to leave the time I had set aside to be alone with my Savior, the One who made me, happy to have just interacted with truth…and not directly, face to face, with the person of Jesus, who was the whole time right there with me. 

Yes, the Holy Spirit was with me, leading me into truth. His softening of my heart and awakening my cognition to teaching me is a GIFT beyond what I can thank Him for.

But I am realizing that my tendency is to interact with knowledge and truth…and not with the actual presence of Jesus. I read and I learn and I understand and I even have emotions…and then I walk away without ever turning to the One who the knowledge is about, without ever experiencing the company and gift of His presence. 


So what I did was very simple. I stayed a few more moments in my gray chair. I closed my eyes, and I said “Jesus.”

And I paused. I let myself realize that He was right there, with me.

And I said, “Jesus. Thank You for what You are saying to me this morning.” And I told Him what had touched my emotions, what had stuck out to my cognition.

And after a little while, then I got up from my chair.


—Sarah Howard

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