What's Wrong About Comparing Pain?

This week I want to draw your attention to a resource Ed Welch, faculty at CCEF, produced a few years ago. In his blog "No More Minimizing Pain", Welch help us consider the dangers of comparing our experience of pain to someone else's, and the implications that such actions can have in terms of our reliance on God. When I read his blog I thought about situations I have encountered where I felt I had to suffer in silence because someone else's pain was greater than mine, or where I felt less than considered because someone did not regard my pain as important. I believe Welche's blog is provocative and very relevant. I recommend you click here and take a few minutes to give your soul a gift.

Sincerely,

Diego Cuartas

 

Reaching Into the Unknown

My life right now is all about the unknown. There almost isn’t a question you could ask me about my life in 3, 6 or 12 months that I have an answer to other than “wherever God says next.” 

Of course, because of my severe control issues (also known as FDD or “Flexibility Deficit Disorder”) I learn big lessons about letting go and embracing God’s timing and trusting His character every time I hit a life transition such as this. 

This time feels a little different because I think I’m also learning about being proactive and not just reactive even when I have no idea what’s happening next. My natural instinct is to only react: to go kicking and screaming all the way- and who among us is really any different? I don’t know anyone who looks forward with joyful anticipation to any change they can’t predict, control or understand ahead of time. It’s just plain scary. It’s the same feeling I have when I watch a movie without first seeing a preview or knowing anything about it. I have no idea what will happen next or what the big storyline is. 

In this case, I don’t know if we’ll be moving this year or when that will happen or if I’ll need to change jobs. There’s very little I can predict or even guess. My tendency in the face of that would be to make plans anyway, add up pros and cons lists, research the best season to move and develop three back up plans, just to be safe. 

And all of that would be in vain. I’ll still wait until God says “go” or “stay” and that will have nothing to with the weather or what I see in front of me. 

All this to say, the lesson in waiting on God isn’t only about not running in circles as I try to weigh the odds of what will happen next. It’s about showing up where I still am. Now. I’m learning to be faithful in what God has already given me. I may be surrounded by my neighbors and co-workers and community for another two months or two years but either way I’m called to love them.

Until the day comes for something new, I’ll show up where I am now and trust that God will do the rest. 

Jessica Noblett

Jessica Noblett

Pedal, Pedal, Pedal!

(By Lois Robinson)

I don’t know about you, but I find myself holding onto things that I really don’t need any more. There is a show on television called “Hoarders” about this. I’m not talking about the disorder of hoarding, but I am talking about keeping things based on the assigned value you have given it, then not wanting to give it up because you might use it someday. Sound familiar?

This issue came up in me recently. Here’s the back story. About two years ago, I realized I needed a recumbent exercise bike for my home as my knee was continuing with its struggles. Since my back had then become involved, a recumbent bike was the ticket! I searched and searched Craigslist and other places.  I then searched some more. Finally, one came up for sale in Cherry Hill on Craigslist for only $75.00- right in my budget.Yay! With extreme excitement, my best friend Jessica and I took a road trip up to the owner’s residence. The bike sat in his garage. Boy was it nice! An Edge 491 with all the bells and whistles for only $75.00! You can’t beat that. I immediately said I would take it, so Jess and the man loaded into the truck and we rode home. This was going to be one of the pieces of equipment that was going to help rehab this leg and get me on my feet walking normally again!

We lugged it into our house when we arrived home and set it up in the living room so I could pedal, pedal, pedal while watching TV, which made the time go quicker. You may know what I am talking about. All I kept saying was that it was such a huge gift from God to get such a great bike for $75.00. I then began the journey of using that bike every day, praying that this new bike would be a tremendous part of getting the knee joint mobile. I rode it faithfully. The discouraging piece was that no matter how much I exercised on it, the knee would still return to the same level of stiffness two minutes after I stopped pedaling. This went on for a year.

I then had to get the next surgery because the boney scar tissue still grew no matter how much exercising I did on the bike or with stretches or weight training. The same result would occur: extreme stiffness and weakness. The surgeons said he would remove the entire scar, get the joint mobile again and then lots of bike work for the rehab. I was optimistic because I had my own bike at home now, a recumbent one at that!

Surgery day came and went. I stayed for 3 days in the hospital, strapped into a Continual Passive Motion machine on my back for all three days. Once I got home, I had to start the bike and stretches. I followed the orders because my hope was this surgery would be the last and I would walk normally again. So I rode the bike: pedaling, pedaling, pedaling.

Well, today is the day I sold my recumbent exercise bike to a lady that was in rehab for her hips. It was a battle for me to even consider selling it. As some of you know, my leg is far from healed. I have to walk with a crutch due to extreme stiffness and weakness. I will get a 3rd opinion next Wednesday, but this may be a lifelong chronic condition I have to learn to live with. As I processed what was going on inside my mind and my heart, I realized that I had in some way linked the exercise bike to my healing. In my mind, that bike meant I was going to walk again, and selling it said I was not going to walk again, that I had accepted the notion that I will not walk normally ever again. I was not ready to accept that. So holding onto the bike meant there was some form of hope. Though I have another upright one in my office, the recumbent was the one that I had such high hopes for. The journey of rehab certainly didn’t unfold the way I thought it was going to when I excitedly loaded it up that night in Cherry Hill.

As I watched the older couple leave with it today, I was thankful that the Holy Spirit allowed me to see how I had assigned such irrational value to the bike, as if it was responsible to help me walk again. Yes, it is an integral part of the rehab journey, but God and God alone is my Healer. He could choose to heal me instantaneously without any bike if He chose to. For now, He is choosing not to heal my leg that way, but He is certainly healing other aspects of me: my heart, my mind and my ability to understand what is truly valuable and what’s not.

I do hope the hip patient enjoys the bike. As for me, my rehab journey is doing well.  The leg is the same, but my heart and mind are healing well!

Cluttered House, Cluttered Heart

My summer vacation has consisted of cleaning and organizing my house. I found very quickly that this task was going to be time consuming and would be composed of many, many, MANY stages. I think there were 27 different piles of junk on my dining room table alone to be sorted and trashed or placed in the proper room.

Why is my house this much of a pit of clutter in the first place? Well, I have really long list of excuses.  They are sound reasons: crazy school year, bouts with some nasty viruses, the emotional toll of grieving my mom’s death. My house reflects the chaos that has been my life for a year.

The realization I have come to is that the clutter didn't happen overnight. It was a result of a process of little things that were neglected over a long time. My house reflects, in many ways, the states of my mind and heart during some very difficult days.

States of mind and heart are not one time only moods or feelings. They are built up of minutes, hours, weeks, months and all the emotions that make up those times: Brokenheartedness. Hope. Confusion. Happiness. Strength. Weakness. Sadness. Tiredness. Fulfillment. Love.

When these changing emotions become your cornerstones, your realities, your ways of living life, you’ll be lost in a sea of contradictory and constantly changing beliefs and truths. I do not think most of us who are believers deliberately walk away from God. Rather, I think we drift away gradually when we mistake our passing feelings and moods for the Truth of The Gospel.

A friend shared this quote with me as we discussed the day to day grind of daily life and the negative attitudes it creates:

“It’s the little things in life that bother us. You can sit on a mountain but not on a tack”

--From Emilie Robbins in Country magazine, February/March 2014

While the big traumas of life can shake our faith, often it’s the buildup of lesser battles—the daily “tacks” that poke us—that drive us gradually away from the Truth of God and our relationship to Him. As Pastor Nate preached on Sunday, spiritual warfare is daily. It’s not a “once in a while” problem. We are constantly being barraged with our fears, doubts, and insecurities.

The Enemy uses this mental and emotional clutter to wreak havoc in our faith. It’s a gradual wearing down of our defenses.

The great news is that we are not alone to fight this. We have the support of the Creator of the Universe, the Messiah and Redeemer. We have the most powerful resources in the world at our disposal to hold us fast while we remember that we are children of the King. We don’t have to be victims to the whims of our fleeting emotions and weaknesses. We don’t have to futilely try to save ourselves from self-destruction. The saving is already finished.

Pray at all times. Read the Word. Hold it close.

When darkness closes in during tough times, keep praying and keep reading. 
When you are tired and frustrated and helpless, keep praying and keep reading. 
When your mind and heart are cluttered with the negative, keep praying and keep reading.
Jesus has already won this war. 

 

Nancy Vasquez

Nancy Vasquez

We Are Not Alone!

(By Diego Cuartas)

So many times I find myself trying to figure out certain aspect of life, and as an introvert person this can become a wearisome task. Really, there are days when I feel like my mind can become a “mined zone”–you know the kind of zone where you step on something and something pops and triggers another thought that you don’t seem to be able to shake easily? Soon, I find that I am going into a vicious cycle trying to understand someone, something or myself.

Where do you turn for help when this happens? Where can I anchor my soul so that I can rest assured that there is a more fruitful path for me?

Recently, I have found lots of help in what someone wrote in the 73th chapter of the book of Psalms. I am so thankful when I find perspective such as this! It is like stumbling upon a little treasure that someone has purposefully placed in my path for my good, for my encouragement. I hope it is for yours as well.

So this man, we read in the chapter, tried to understand on his own the path and outcomes of those who do evil. In the process, he becomes embittered, pricked in heart and ignorant–to the point of event having a different attitude towards God. Furthermore, he regards his situation as “slippery” because he became envious of the ones he was critical of.

What changed for this man is that he had an encounter with God, as he entered the place where he would seek and find God. When this happened, he obtained the clarity to discern what he was not able to discern before. “I discerned their end”, he said. But there is more. He goes on to acknowledge four key things:

1. “…I am continually with you [God]“
2. “…you [God] hold my right hand”
3. “…you [God] guide me with your counsel”, and
4. “…afterward you [God] will receive me to glory”

These truths revealed to him  by God lead him to conclude, later in the chapter, that God can be trusted to give strength to his heart and to be his portion forever–that in God he will find everything he will ever need regardless of his circumstances. Even though he knows that his heart “may fail” him again and he may find himself in a new situation trying to figure out life, others or himself, or being envious or proud, he knows where he will find strength and the life resources he will need. In his mind there is no question that the best place to be is to be near God!

We can see from this man’s story that help really comes from God and from him doing two things: being present in our lives and offering his knowledge and resources to us. The most encouraging news I see in this story is that before I even seek God He is already there with me. He is not far, but rather near. What He is doing in my life and yours on any given moment is more than what we can realize or even grasp.

I therefore can confidently say that all the perspective I have found in this Psalm is not something I stumbled upon, I can see now that I was guided to it by the God who is with me, walks with me and guides me.

He is with you too!

 

7 iPhone Apps for Your Spiritual Formation

Our phones are changing us. That much is clear. Much has been written about how and why this is happening, what cause lies at the root of this cultural pandemic. This is not a post about that.

This is a post about the other side. Our phones are not evil any more than a car is evil; they has no intrinsic goodness or badness to it, which means we can make them work to our benefit. We may even be able to grow spiritually thanks in part to our phones.

Below I've listed 7 iPhone apps (sorry, Android users) that I think, if wielded properly, could be a great source of encouragement for you in your walk with God. Check it.

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The Bible App

Chances are you already have this one anyway, and for good reason. It has all the standard highlighting/bookmark features, as well as a full-screen reading mode. Lately it's been updated to include a social feature that allows you to see what your friends are reading and being impacted by. One particularly underrated feature is the Reading Plan option that keeps you reading through Scripture passages and topics on a regular basis rather than playing Russian Roulette with your trusty NIV. It's the Bible app Jesus would use, so shouldn't you follow suit? ($Free)

ESV Study +

The Bible App is great, but it's a bit light in terms of textual exegesis (understanding what the text means). The ESV Study Bible app is like having a bible scholar in your pocket. This one's a paid app, but if that's the only reason you don't buy this app, I think you're making a big mistake. Sometimes I keep this app open when Nate's preaching to help me understand confusing passages. Very clean design features to boot. There's a slimmed-down free version of this too, but even though it's pricey for an app, it's far more accessible and easier to use than the print version. Bite the bullet and press download. ($14.99)

Lift 

Lift is one of my favorite apps to use. Lift is a habit tracking app that helps to keep track of how often you're practicing the habits you want to develop. Habit formation is one of the hardest movements in the spiritual life, so being able to remember when the last time you took time to pray or practice being silent becomes a great tool as we work to become more Christ-like. I've written about Lift in the past, and I still use it every day. You'll thank me later for this one. ($Free)

Prayer Notebook

"Oh, I'll pray for you about that." How many times do we say that and then completely forget to pray for someone? Prayer Notebook gives you a place to put all those requests. Turn your phone to landscape mode and all your requests essentially become notecards you can shuffle through, distraction free. There's even a small timer in the corner so you know how much time you've spent in prayer. I've been using this more lately and can confidently say it does everything it needs to do. A great addition to your quiet time. ($1.99)

recoveryBox

Nate once said there are two types of people: people who know they're messed up, and those who don't. RecoveryBox helps those trying to work through their destructive patterns of behavior in a healthy way. Pick which issue you're wrestling with, then check in every day with how your doing. List your triggers and keep your accountability partners updated on how you're doing. This app is based off of the Celebrate Recovery model of addiction recovery, and it's a great companion app as you're walking the path to freedom. ($1.99)

BibleMinded

Scripture memory and mastery is a lost art. Perhaps being increasingly connected to Google or digital copies of scripture has made us lazy. It's time to take back that lost art. BibleMinded allows you to set a daily reminder for you to work on memorizing scripture passages of your choice. They even give you fill in the blank tests to make you reproduce the verse in its entirety. This one is a keeper. ($Free)

Spiritual Wallpapers

Recent studies show that we check our phones between 100-150 times a day, on average. Let that sink in for a moment. If we're going to be using these things so frequently, why not pin up a background filled with excerpts from Scripture? The developer creates really cool backgrounds and fonts, so they'll be right at home on your phone. Worth the buck. ($0.99)

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So there you have it. By no means is this an exhaustive list, though. Got anything to add? Be sure to leave a note in the comments below.

Dominick Baruffi

Dominick Baruffi

Vacations, Family Meetings and God-Moments

(By Thor Knutstad)

Our family recently had the opportunity to spend a week together at Spofford Lake (Camp Spofford) in beautiful southern New Hampshire.  During our monthly "family meeting" in June prior to the trip (yes, we actually do this after a good meal together, usually on a Thursday evening for about an hour once per month), I lovingly warned our sons (Jordan- 20, Bryn- 13, Jadon- 12 and Elijah- 7) that the gift and the investment of vacation would be discussed and evaluated at the next family meeting.  I explained the costs, what was expected as we journeyed north toward NH and told them that we would talk about it in late July after our week away together.  Needless to say, besides a few battles among one another (siblings) over who would shower first after canoeing or swimming in the lake, space in the bunk beds, and electronics with limited usage, it was a memorable and enjoyable trip.  There were loud moments, ornery moments of teen boys and lots of laughter filled with pictures, memories and good meals together.  But even after a week of travel distance and the dynamics of our energetic boys, my wife Lisa and I truly needed a vacation from our vacation.  The stress of managing the excursion took its toll on us, and we needed some real rest.  This rest is actually happening as I write - and we are both working this week :)   

 In our follow-up family meeting with all six of us together, I addressed the following aspects from the previous month: 

  1. Scripture memory and Bible reading- though the culture distracts our kids from God's Word in a thousand ways, we want to teach this and model it as a priority - we as the parents even have our own verse to study and memorize
  2. Chores- to help manage household tasks and take the pressure off of one another, as parents we are teaching our kids to assist and work together for the benefit of the household with time sensitive expectations 
  3. Relational Dynamics- this is self-explanatory, but it relates to how everyone is getting along and 
  4. Vacation Behaviors and Observations from the trip- this took some gutsy honesty on my part, laced with encouragement of the positive that I observed.  

Near the end of the family meeting, I asked our children two pointed questions of risk as I affirmed our love for them and for one another: 

  1. Are your needs being met? 
  2. Can Mom (Lisa) and I do anything better as your parents? 

 Before you try to precisely replicate what you are doing or want to do as a family, ask the Lord to help you think of creative ways to bring unity, wise communication and disciplined reminders to your children and one another.  It's not that these meetings are perfect for us - they have rough edges all the way around.  And so do our kids.  The goal is to sandpaper smooth some of the rough edges of our children's hearts, carving away the desires of their own hearts’ idolatries. Overall, this is God's artwork in their lives.  He is ultimately creating each as a workmanship (literally "masterpiece").  Our hearts want to MODEL and TEACH selfless Christ-likeness, merciful grace of the Gospel in less than perfect moments (there are many of these) and to overarch every moment somehow with the undying and sacrificial love of our Father God.  I would challenge you to have these "tune-ups" of whittling to that God's carving work happens through you the parents in your family - your children may just respond to you and the God Moments may just surprise you.

 

Chasing Bigfoot

A few days ago, my wife and I were talking with our boys, ages 8 and 9, about what kinds of books they like to read.  Among the mentions of Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Harry Potter, my son Ethan made a statement that always gets me.  He said, "I like reading non-fiction books about things like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster."  It wasn't the first time I had heard him say it, and this time I kept my mouth shut and just smiled and nodded.  I know he's only 9, and I know what he means by "non-fiction" - indeed, there are loads of books written as factual books by "experts" in things that don't exist.

Reality exists, even if you stop believing in it.  To me, reality matters.  As humans and as Christians, what is true - reality - should matter more than anything.  In other words, all truth is God's truth.  If we believe something, even though it's not true, it's not from God.  I don't know that too many Christians would disagree with that statement.

So why is there so much division in the global church?  It has taken me a long time to realize it, but there is a huge difference between God's reality and our perception of reality.  For some people, Bigfoot is as real the air we breathe.  Undeterred by the fact that there is no evidence to support such a stance, some people will spend their lives dedicated to the study of Bigfoot.  And, believe it or not, there are disagreements within the church over what is true and what isn't.

I am not egocentric enough to think that everything I believe is reality.  Indeed, my understanding of truth has grown and changed.  What I am pretty confident about is this:  In light of new and compelling evidence, our perception of truth and reality must change.  Think about it.  We go to church every week to hear someone speak truth into our lives.  Most of the time it affirms what we believe, or challenges us to live what we say we believe.  But every once in a while, a new truth, based on evidence, will be presented, and we have a choice.  Do I accept this truth, and alter what I believed to be true an hour ago, or do I reject it because I'm kind of attached to my old "truth"?

Like I said, in light of new and compelling evidence, our perception of truth and reality must change.  But what if it starts a domino effect and the entire scaffold of reality that I have built is threatened?  This is the fear that keeps many people from accepting new truth, and fighting hard to hold onto their old ways of thinking.  For me, holding onto the fact that all truth is God's truth means that if my "truths" are being shaken by undeniable fact, then perhaps my understanding needs to be altered.  I am not living in a right relationship with reality.  It doesn't mean I abandon everything I believe, but sometimes, a healthy dose of critical reflection can go a long way.

So I guess I'm OK with my 9 year old's fascination with Bigfoot and the Lock Ness Monster.  I've tried to show him that there is no evidence to prove that they exist, but he's not having it.  The reality of being a 9 year old is that his reality is still being formed.  I have no doubt that as he grows up, fantasy will give way to reality, as we teach him to look critically at the borage of information and “facts” being thrown at him.  Through conversations like these, I pray he will learn that the pursuit of God’s truth, even if it leads to places unexpected, is what life is about.  Maybe the pie charts and bar graphs outlining my position will be more compelling when he's 10.  Then again, even for some adults, those blurry Bigfoot pictures are a tough act to follow. 

Jeff Hyson

Jeff Hyson

The Gospel in the Busy Moments of Mothering

Sarah Howard

Sarah Howard

I've been loving these sermon series on the Everyday Gospel. As a stay-at-home mom, I've been wanting to know more of how to embrace the Gospel in the middle of diaper changes and floor mopping, piles of dirty laundry and sibling disputes. I came across this blog post that helped me have some glimpses of what it can look like to cherish and live out the Gospel in the busy moments of mothering. I hope you enjoy it, too!

God: The Miner and Refiner

(By Diego Cuartas)

This week I am leaning on a source shared by Paul Tripp. In this article, Paul describes how God not only rescues us but He desires to work in us so that our "strength and beauty" may develop a grow to the potential He intents for our lives. As you read this article, I suspect that you will be encouraged, especially if you are facing any kind of hardship or difficult times a the present time. I can say that I read Paul Tripp's perspective and encouraged me today! May it be so for you as well.

To read the article click on the link below.

 Mining and Refining 

God bless you.

Not Even a Sparrow

The other day I was trying to not worry about money, budgeting, car repairs and all of those kinds of fun, "grown up" responsibilities, which really led to more worry and worrying about worry. Then I was reminded of a verse about fear and worry... Except all I could remember was something about "not even a sparrow."

I was reminded as some random bird sang very loudly outside my window. It was the kind of chirping bird you hear early in the morning and not the kind you want to hear when you're trying to concentrate on worrying. 

"Stop it, God." I thought.
The bird sang louder.
"I see what's going on here. It's not going to work." I thought louder, to drown out the bird. 
The bird broke into a complicated Beethovenesque melody. 
Unbelievable. 

I finally gave in and looked up the verse I was so faultily remembering. It actually says this, 

“What’s the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail—even numbering the hairs on your head! So don’t be intimidated by all this bully talk. You’re worth more than a million canaries. (Matthew 10:29-31 MSG)

I'm not saying conquering worry is as easy as reading a verse but it was a powerful visual for me. God knows exactly what's going on even down to the fate of a canary. 

I like the way the English Standard Version pinpoints specifically who's in charge. It says, "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. "

It's easy to get tunnel vision and believe that our lives are so full of complicated cracks and crevices that no one else can understand or navigate. It's a necessary reminder that if not even a bird can miss a step without God deciding, whatever I'm dealing with can't be out of His reach. 

Jessica Noblett

Jessica Noblett

And Jesus asked him, “Do you want to be made well?” John 5:6 (NKJV)

(By Lois Robinson)

 Years ago, I had a friend make a wall hanging for my office that had the above words on it. They are powerful words that Jesus spoke to one man, only one, at a Pool called Bethesda in the story found in John 5:6. They are words that I never understood very well before I became a counselor.

It always confused me why Jesus only interacted with one man at this pool, a pool that the Bible says many people laid around who were lame, paralyzed, blind or suffering from some sort of brokenness. They were all waiting for the key to their healing that took place at this pool. You see, the Bible says that during a certain season an angel would come down and stir the waters. The first person that entered the pool would be made well of their diseases. On this particular day, Jesus goes over to this certain man and asks him the above question, “Do you want to be made well?”. The man goes into an explanation of why he can’t get into the water, but Jesus doesn’t get caught up in the “why he can’t” reasons. He goes to the heart of the matter. Jesus asks the guy if he wants to be made well, tells him get up and the man does! He just does what he is told to do! Let me say that again: The man does what Jesus tells him to do! He was healed. Later, as the story unfolds, we find something interesting in verse 14. The man encounters Jesus in the temple. The identity of Jesus is made known to the man, and this is what happens:

"A little later Jesus found him in the Temple and said, “You look wonderful! You’re well! Don’t return to a sinning life or something worse might happen.” (The Message)

Whoa! That’s pretty heavy! Interesting, huh? Here are some of my thoughts and questions this passage has evoked over the years, as well as other questions I get from quite a few people. Maybe they echo some of yours:  

1. Why did Jesus only talk to the one man?

2. The story also says later on that the man didn’t even know it was Jesus!

3. Practically speaking, this man had been an invalid for 38 years. 38 years would cause his legs to be atrophied, bones fragile, etc, and he didn’t question this guy who says, “Get up!”?

4. Does verse 14 mean that our sin issues can contribute to our diseases?

5. Does God make us sick as punishment for our sins?

6. The invalid must have believed the man who told him to get up off his mat.

I always say I get 3 kinds of people in the counseling room: 

1. The Yes People- When asked the same question Jesus asked the man, they answer a wholehearted YES! I want healing and believe Jesus can do it.

2. The I Don’t Know People- They are usually silent for a minute or so, having to weigh their answer according to what the cost will be, what the responsibility will be, how hard it is going to be and the exhaustive list goes on and on.

3. The I Don’t Deserve It People- They step into the role of God and judge themselves, using their veto power to reject the work that Jesus already did on the cross for them. The Bible says we are healed by His stripes. Amen. This group of people doesn’t understand that verse yet.

In working with folks, including myself, I think I have part of the answer for my number one question: Why did Jesus go to the one man? I think it’s because he desperately wanted to be healed, had no excuses and was willing to GET UP! He believed he could be healed, and he wanted to be healed. Plus, he was willing to do the hard work of walking out that healing without excuse. What is Jesus telling you to do regarding your brokenness??

As far as the other questions go, a big resounding Yes to the question #4. Our sin issues can perpetuate our diseases. We can be lazy about doing exercise, eating right and establishing good sleep patterns in order to help in our healing process. On the other hand, a big resounding NO to question #5. God does not punish us with sickness. All of the punishment we deserved for our sins was put onto Jesus Christ when He died on the cross and came back from the dead on the third day, so we too can have eternal life with Him when we say YES to Jesus! That is the good news, folks!

The big point I want to end with is this. It is absolutely, absolutely imperative that you believe Jesus can and desires to heal you. Jesus heals in many ways, three of which I have listed:

1. Instantaneously

2. In a process

3. When we see Him face to face.

I pray for the grace to accept His answer to my healing. I am always wanting an instantaneous healing and will do my part in the process of healing, but will still praise Him if it won’t be until Glory. In Scripture, I find Jesus asking people all the time, “Do you believe?” They respond ‘Yes, I believe,” and then He says, “Your faith has made you well.” Folks, there is something very important about believing Jesus can do it! He can BREAK EVERY CHAIN! Check out this video: Tasha Cobbs ; Break Every Chain. Worship with it; watch the expressions of worship in the video. Ask yourself, “Do I believe that Jesus can really break every chain off my life?”. I would encourage you to check out John 5 for yourselves. Ask the Holy Spirit to reveal what He wants you to understand in the passage.

Be blessed friends.

 

Where Are Your Boundaries?

(By Diego Cuartas)

From time to time certain words draw my attention because they are not necessarily words we find explicitly in the biblical. For instance, I have never come across the word balance, as in live a well-balanced life. Or try the word boundaries, as in live with boundaries or within boundaries for your own good and the good of others. I do realize that these concepts are welcomed in some way by our American culture. I am not down on these concepts. What I want to do is from time to time come back with safeguards found in the Word of God to help us keep our understanding and practice of these concepts under check. Why keep them under check? Because something good such as boundaries could become self-serving or feed our self-focused tendencies in life. 

For today, I want to focus on a few thoughts shared by the apostle Paul to help us x-ray our understanding and implementation of personal boundaries. Romans 15:1-7 says:

We who are strong have an obligation to bear with the failings of the weak, and not to please ourselves.  Let each of us please his neighbor for his good, to build him up.  For Christ did not please himself, but as it is written, “The reproaches of those who reproached you fell on me.”  For whatever was written in former days was written for our instruction, that through endurance and through the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.  May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus, that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.


Test #1: Do you use boundaries in your life to avoid “bearing with the failings of the weak”? In verses 1 and 5 Paul points us to build others up, seek their good and live in harmony with each other. Boundaries should help us reenergize so that we can re-engage community, not live in isolation.

Test #2: Do you use boundaries to “please yourself”? In verses 2 and 3 we see that Jesus set an example in terms of living a life that was not about pleasing himself. He even allowed reproaches that were aimed to his father to fall on himself. Boundaries should help us seek our well-being and the well-being of others.

Test #3: Do you lean on boundaries as your “hope” or safety in life? In verses 4 and 5 Paul affirms that God is the source of endurance and encouragement. In this context, encouragement comes to us via the revealed Word of God. Boundaries should help us realign our hope in God.

Test #4: Do your boundaries serve just you or your community at large?  Verse 5 calls us to engage community “in accord with Christ Jesus”. Verses 6 and 7 offer a picture of what happens when we live in “harmony” with others: God will be glorified by the community and we will grow in welcoming each other. Boundaries should help us offer others in our community a quality of life set by Jesus.

Stay tuned. In my next blog I hope to give an example of how I have misused boundaries in my life. I will also illustrate beautiful things that have happened when I have used boundaries well.

 

But God...

Memory can be a very tricky thing. But there are some moments so permanently stitched into your mind that you can still see the furniture, see the people, hear the words and feel exactly as you felt when you heard them, or said them yourself.

The most painful one of mine is this: I was putting my oldest child to bed, hearing her say a little rote bless-mommy-and-daddy prayer. She was seven or eight. And she asked me, “Mommy, really, who WAS Jesus?” And I actually said to her, “Sweetheart, that is something you will have to decide when you are older.” She said, “But no, Mommy, I want you to tell me!” And I said, again, ”No, you will decide that for yourself later. Now go to sleep, precious, and sweet dreams.”

I was so proud of myself! I did not believe in child evangelism; I thought it was taking advantage of young minds. I was so woefully and ignorantly opinionated, so sure I was doing the absolute best thing. I was so wrong.

But then, over the years, one by one, all of the rest of our little family came to the Lord. Except this one. It seemed as though she had slipped through the cracks and was lost, and you can surely imagine the tears I shed as I replayed that night in my mind, over and over and over. 

So now, we listen to advice about Faith Talks, and hear how other young parents do it so well and live the Gospel in their homes. But are any of you a little older now, with no children in your home anymore, and do you have children who are not walking with our Lord, and does this whole next-generation thing just fill you with sorrow because you believe you missed your chance?

I have an answer for you. PRAY.  God really understands. He loves you so much, and He loves that child, and He hears that prayer. 

He surely heard me, and let me tell you how He answered.

Many, many years later, that same child was living a thousand miles away. She had experienced a painful divorce, and now had badly injured her right hand at work, and had had one finger removed. Her lower arm was in a cast while it was healing, and she couldn’t do much for herself, so she came home for a few weeks. This was after all the rest of us were finally true Christians, and one Sunday night I really, really wanted her to come to church because I knew what the subject matter was going to be, and I was sure – (of course I knew best!) – that God wanted her to hear it! But she was at her brother’s house for dinner, and those wretched children never showed up at church at all! I was SO mad at all of them!

BUT   GOD …….  oh, those two sweet, sweet words! …….  but God had other plans. While I was at church, steaming about my miserable children, my son and his wife were still at his house, leading my beloved daughter to the Lord! We lived at the shore, and she wanted to be baptized immediately, so she was --- in the ocean, with her bandaged right arm sticking up out of the waves!

Don’t give up. God knows that where you were then was not where you are now. He loves you, more than you can possibly understand. Pray, pray, pray. And pray too for the younger parents who are hearing these messages now, that they would believe that they can do this with their children, and that it will make all the difference in their lives, and their children’s lives, and the lives of those to come.

Norma Stockton

Norma Stockton

What Are You Reading This Summer?

(By Diego Cuartas)

Not too long ago I had a chance to hear pastor and author Kevin DeYoung speak at a conference where he introduced his recent book "Taking God at His Word". This book is inspirational and has the potential to help followers of Jesus Christ rekindle their passion for God's Word. One reason I would give you to read this book, or any book that aims to this goal, is that God's story and your life story do intercept constantly. The question is "do you see how they intercept?" Paying attention to your daily situations in light of God's Word will help you develop an eye for how your small life story can fit within a larger story God has in mind.

For a summary of the book I encourage you to visit this link and consider this book as one of the next ones you will acquire, and, read!

Blessing to you.

Diego Cuartas

What About Our Extended Extended Family?

As far back as I can remember, I’ve been told that we are all “brothers and sisters” in Christ.  That worked for me early on, when all of the Christians that I encountered were basically similar to me.  It stood to reason that people in my church were “family.”  People that went to other churches that looked like mine were also “family,” but more like cousins.  People who went to churches that didn’t look like mine were suspect.  They might be “family,” but it was hard to say.  I didn’t know exactly what they believed, and they may have spoken in tongues, or had priests instead of pastors, or had female pastors, or had some strange sounding church name.  So they probably were’t my “family,” but they had their own “family” in Christ, I surmised. 

As I grew, my experience with different bodies of believers, my college experience, and my own journey began to expand my idea of “brothers and sisters,” and my “family” became much more inclusive.  Just like Caesar Kalinowski talked about a few weeks ago, our family is HUGE.  We don’t all have to believe or live exactly the same way.  God has lots of children, and many of them are in different places in their own Gospel stories than I am.  This is a beautiful truth that I can embrace.  

Until a few months ago, I thought I lived this truth well.  I was excited about the new Pope, even though I’m not Catholic, because it meant so much to my Catholic brothers and sisters.  I could relate to coworkers who’s God-experiences are very different than mine, without being critical or judgmental of how they do things.

On March 19th, I saw the news of the death of Fred Phelps, founder and pastor of the infamous Westboro Baptist Church.  I often interacted with members of WBC on Twitter, and my initial impulse was to fire off a not-so-nice tweet to his daughter, Shirley.  I started to compose the mean-spirited tweet, carefully selecting my 140 characters in the same divisive tone that Fred and his daughter are well known for.  I felt OK about this because they certainly spread enough hate and evil that they definitely aren’t real Christians.  They aren’t “family,” are they?  They might believe in the same God I do, and they might believe in the same core tenets of faith that I do, but… they are such… awful people.  Surely, God can’t consider them his children.  And even if He does, they have their own “family,” and it’s not mine.

There’s a saying that you can choose your friends, but you’re stuck with your family.  As I have had to learn through experiences, our “family tree” is enormous.  It extends in many directions that I’ve never considered.  It even includes people that I wouldn’t choose.  Fred Phelps, like a crazy-mean-terrible uncle, was a part of the family.  Realizing this has had an immediate effect on my interactions with members of Westboro Baptist Church.  I still, obviously, disagree with almost everything they stand for.  I disagree with how they go about spreading their “message.”  I disagree with them picketing funerals of soldiers.  There is plenty of room for criticism.  But my perspective has changed.  No longer am I on the other side of the fence throwing rocks back at them.  Now I find myself reacting in love, not hate.  After all we’re family.  

While WBC is probably the most extreme example I can think of, this idea of “extended family” touches on other areas and relationships.  It’s easy for me to think of believers who are different than me as family, but it’s much harder when they are not only different, but wrong.  God doesn’t call all of his children to believe the same thing as me, as though I am the standard-bearer.  We are all family, and there has to be room in this family for grace.  Who am I to deny the family that God has given me?

Jeff Hyson

Jeff Hyson

DAD, PIZZA, AND THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

(By Thor Knutstad)

When I was maybe like 14, my mom and my sister were away for the weekend at a Christian women's conference or church event. It was just me and my dad. That Saturday evening, Dad rounded me up and we went for pizza downtime. When we walked in to the back room to be seated, to my shame and embarrassment, most of my closest friends were gathered for a birthday party - that I wasn't invited to. When we sat down in the booth, I wanted to crawl under the seat. I felt rejected and could feel the staring eyes of disapproval from my classmates. They felt bad too - maybe worse. I wanted to run and hide. I felt exposed. But my Dad made me stay. He sensed my shame and said "Honey Boy (that was his term of affection for me through my life), sometimes people won't include you and will not invite you. When you are young, it hurts. You feel ashamed that they didn't invite you to the party, but they feel worse." Then he reached across the table and gently squeezed my hand - in a firm but tender and manly way. He opened his wallet and said to me, "Here" and handed me a $20 bill. "Here's enough for you to share with all of them - go play video games with them and include them even though they haven't done that for you." A few of my friends joined me, talked with us, and we even left them extra pizza (I never understood till now why my Dad bought two pizzas but now I do). This is a simple story with a deep, complex meaning. My father used creativity and wisdom to compensate for and alleviate my pain of wanting approval and fears of rejection. He rose above a situation with encouragement and quick thinking that rescued his young son's fragile, developing heart. (I just teared my way through this reading this to my Gram and to Jordan before). I think those moments prepared me for greater rejections - and for walking wisely in tough situations - and made and make a little more like Jesus. Teach your sons well fathers - life is more than hard work and education and survival. Your life is Christ. Be that to your sons.

 

Beauty For Ashes--Quite the Journey

(By Lois Robinson)

I told you readers last month that I would bring more insights from my current journey. These new insights are just that: new. God is working new things in my heart that I do not think would have been possible if not for what I am going through.  He really is giving me beauty for ashes. Thank you for your feedback, comments and encouragement. It is great to know people are actually reading these blogs and are getting encouragement in some way from them. 

The focus of this blog will be about embracing the painful reality of a different kind of life than I had always imagined: fully mobile with two good, strong legs to walk and run, going shopping for groceries and carrying them to the car, mowing the grass, taking a long walk, climbing a set of stairs. These are just some of the areas of my life that have been radically changed. When I get into a heated therapy pool, I nearly cry because it is then I remember what it is to walk again, somewhat normally. But, in that loss, I have gained a lot. Here are my new gifts: God is breaking my heart and opening the eyes of my heart in order to know Him more, love Him more, love people better and, last but not least, understand His faithfulness, goodness and love for me.

1. Growing in awareness of my deep control issues:

~having to depend on others to mow the grass.  

I love mowing and want to mow when I want to mow. Now I have to wait on others :)

 

~having to ask store workers to load the heavy things into my electronic scooter and unload them into my car when I am shopping alone. 

I want to be self sufficient and not have to ask for help at all :)

 

~eating habits: there are natural remedies available that assist in the healing process.  Learning to embrace a new way of eating for health benefits can be difficult. 

I want to eat what I want, when I want!

 

~finances: a lot goes into the medical journey each month, so following a weekly budget is crucial. 

I want to spend my money on what I want. Fun stuff, not medical stuff!

 

~having to do exercises and stretches daily to keep whatever muscles and nerves working that I can. 

I do not feel like exercising every day. I’m tired. I’ve worked all day, week, etc and the list of excuses goes on and on.

 

~dealing with the embarrassment of using a wheelchair, crutches and scooter in public, and the stares or sympathetic grins that I get from people. Honestly what goes through my head is,  “Let the cripple through.” I’m still working on that lie.

 

2. Growing in my Awareness of Loving and Serving People:

~When I go into any store now, I immediately look to see if all the electronic scooters are plugged in and charged. It is impossible for those of us with mobility handicaps to shop unless the scooter has a full charge. There have been times the basket is full and the scooter dies. I am now left to slowly walk up to the front, get a cart, have help to load everything into the cart, push it up, pay and have help loading it into my car. NOT GOOD! Nightmare material. 

 

3. Growing in my understanding of the Godly benefits of friendship/community:

~My best friend Jess, some of you know, is so wonderful in walking with me through this. She holds me accountable to exercise, to the nutritional aspect of this journey, and introduces me to natural foods to battle inflammation, etc. She attends doctor visits with me as I have learned it is too much for one person to deal with. Jesus knew what He was talking about when He says live in community!

 

~Our lawn mower was broken, and I spent 3 weekends trying to fix it. A friend from church offered to fix it, and one hour later it was working wonderfully! Praise God!!

 

4. Growing in my wisdom and knowledge regarding God and medical treatment:

~I always questioned the area of medicine called Pain Management. I was completely ignorant of the necessity of such doctors on a long term basis. Now I have a much better understanding. Yes, the system gets abused horribly. But for those who have painful conditions on a daily basis and still desire to continue to live a life God has called them to, pain management doctors are very necessary. For the longest time, I wouldn’t even tell anyone I went to pain management. It was an area of shame. Thank God He has healed me of that set of beliefs. 

 

~I have learned how God points me to the doctors he wants and closes doors to the places He doesn’t want.     

    

~I have learned to trust Him in deeper ways because I have had an issue with striving to obtain a level of healthiness and functionality, only to result in it all falling apart physically, again and again, believing all three times it was because I didn’t work hard enough, didn’t do the exercises exactly right or long enough. The doctors and physical therapists have said there was nothing I did wrong; it is just that my body is very broken right now.     

    

As you can see, no, God has not chosen to heal the most noticeable brokenness in my body, the leg and back. But, what we must do is look at the way He IS HEALING ME! With all of my heart, I want to walk normally again, have no pain anymore and be functioning well again. What I must never lose sight of is all the beautiful things in my heart that are being birthed and healed in me because of the brokenness I am experiencing physically. In all honesty, experiencing such brokenness on a daily basis makes most things hard physically, emotionally and psychologically. But, what rises up in all of that is His promise to give me beauty for ashes. I am experiencing this verse that I will leave you with. Thanks for reading :) See you next month! Blessing friends!

 

Isaiah 61:3 (from The Message)

[Announce Freedom to All Captives ] The Spirit of God, the Master, is on me because God anointed me. He sent me to preach good news to the poor, heal the heartbroken, Announce freedom to all captives, pardon all prisoners. God sent me to announce the year of his grace— a celebration of God’s destruction of our enemies— and to comfort all who mourn, To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, Messages of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of a languid spirit. Rename them “Oaks of Righteousness” planted by God to display his glory. They’ll rebuild the old ruins, raise a new city out of the wreckage. They’ll start over on the ruined cities, take the rubble left behind and make it new. You’ll hire outsiders to herd your flocks and foreigners to work your fields, But you’ll have the title “Priests of God,” honored as ministers of our God. You’ll feast on the bounty of nations, you’ll bask in their glory. Because you got a double dose of trouble and more than your share of contempt, Your inheritance in the land will be doubled and your joy go on forever.

 

Redeeming Stubbornness

On this particular day I’m realizing how quickly we take things at face value and forget the Spirit inside us. 

Fine. I’ll take back the “we.” Maybe you do an excellent job of listening to the leading of the Holy Spirit each and every day and you can skip down the end. 

I almost always forget to listen to the Holy Spirit. 

I am also a person of passionate, quick opinions. I will not hesitate to call what I see as good, bad, right, wrong, stupid, hilarious or insufferable. I’m like a mutant version of Adam in the Garden; name it and move on to the next. 

Everyone has a reason for why I’m so opinionated; in fact, they have quite strong opinions of their own. It’s because I’m Italian. It’s because I’m a woman. It’s because I’m from New Jersey. Or (most fearful of all) it’s because I am the dreaded Italian Jersey Woman. 

I think it comes from the deep, stubborn essence of my soul that likes to make decisions and stick with them. It’s there and it’s who I am. I have to believe God has it there for a reason other than scaring small children; a holy tenacious purpose. When stubbornness is used for good, it changes names and becomes “tenacity” which sounds much holier. 

I’ve realized that in the crossroad of my forgetfulness of the Spirit and stubbornness-not-yet-fully-redeemed-to-tenacity there is a huge problem: this isn’t how I am supposed to live. I miss so much when I scurry about and never stop to listen to the quiet force of the Holy Spirit. I miss so much when I make an opinion, call it true and move on. Jesus never called me to be a species that takes things at face value and lives my life contently bobbing on the surface. It definitely isn’t how I am called to love His people. 

On a daily basis, I walk around thinking I understand people and making judgment calls on who they are and what they do and whether it’s right or wrong- and I do this because I think I have them pegged. In reality, I know nothing. I don’t know the pain they carry every day or what they deal with at home or what keeps them up at night. 

What if I took the time to stop and listen to the Spirit’s quiet, persistent nudges? Maybe I would also stop and listen better to the people around me, what they are really telling me about who they are and how they need to be loved. 

As the lazy, lounging days of summer approach, my heart needs to spend some time hanging out and taking a look around. I’m going to pack up my quick opinions with my winter clothes and give slowing down a chance. 

Jessica Noblett

Jessica Noblett