Growing Our Faith Together

Rivers of Peace

In a world torn by conflicts, disease, and war, people seek peace. Even in our homes, peace at times seems elusive. Couples bicker and divorce, siblings argue and fight.

The book of Isaiah sheds light on peace: “If only you had paid attention to my commands, your peace would have been like a river” (48:18a NIV). One prerequisite to personal peace is obeying God’s commands. But what about peace…”likea river”? To fully appreciate peace like a river, imagine a great river running through the land.

The broad river, a constant presence, flows despite obstacles. Sometimes the river runs smoothly; at other times it runs headlong into a snag, separating and diverting its water to other paths. The water flows peacefully on, until downstream it smashes full force against the rocks, shattering spray high in the air. Flowing to the top of a sharp drop-off, the water rushes forward, falling… falling…rushing over the edge, churning and boiling at the bottom. After a time the water collects in a still pool, resting, reveling in the quiet.

During my mother’s last years, her mind ravaged by dementia, my river of peace constantly ran against snags of her lost memory. My peace plummeted over a precipice, watching her mind lose rational thought and memory. Constantly swirling and eddying, the waters rushed me from work to assist Dad with her care. Emotional whirlpools threatened to spin out of control. The only thing that kept my sanity during this difficult time was God’s peace.

How could I feel peaceful when my world spun upside down? Galatians 5:22, states that peace is a fruit of the Spirit. Only the spirit of God can give us peace in the midst of the snags, rocks, waterfalls, and whirlpools of life.

When life’s circumstances shatter against the rocks, placing trust in God’s perfect will keeps us at peace, despite trying circumstances. Jesus tells us he leaves us peace, but “I do not give you[peace]as the world gives” (John 14:22 NIV). The countries of the world may continue to fight, and we still experience personal difficulties and tragedies. But when we obey God’s commands and trust Him, no matter how difficult our circumstances, we experience His peace, flowing like a river deep within our souls.

Isaiah 26:3 “You [God]will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you.”

What are you doing to maintain peace during difficult times?

Our God Restores

“Make me hear joy and gladness, that the bones You have broken may rejoice.” Psalm 51:8

My heart breaks for our country. It’s broken, divided along political lines, along racial lines. Angry hearts, pointing fingers, violence and divisiveness separate us. Broken bones. Broken hearts.

God of restoration, heal our land, knit together those broken bones, those broken hearts.

Heal our hands to do good works and comfort one another. Heal us, forgive us, restore us.

Heal our eyes, that they may see your beauty in every skin tone: black, white, brown, red, yellow. Heal our eyes to enable us to see the beauty in red and blue, colors of our political beliefs.

Heal our spirits; may we rejoice that only You save us, not our beliefs or our political heroes.

Heal our hearts, that they may bleed empathy for the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden. Teach us to love those who don’t look like us, talk like us, vote like us, or pray like us.

Thank you, God of restoration, for shaking us up and putting us through difficult times so that our impurities will rise to the top and we can confess them to you and allow Your process of restoration to heal the broken bones of our hearts and heal our land.

The Caterpillar’s Change

Picture the caterpillar: its tiny legs work furiously, and its belly nearly drags the earth as it inches along, crawling from plant to plant, contentedly munching its leafy green diet. But one day the caterpillar changes. It stops eating and spins a cocoon where it stays, snug and secure. Eventually, it emerges, totally changed. Formerly confined to inching on its little legs, the caterpillar can now fly. It flits from flower to flower; its diet no longer leaves, but the flowers’ sweet nectar. No longer green, it sports beautiful colors on gossamer-thin wings. What was once a slow-moving, plain creature has become a free-flying work of art. The caterpillar has passed away; it has become a new creation.

Like the caterpillar, we can become new creations. Once “in Christ,” we no longer crawl with our bellies to the ground; we no longer see from an earthly perspective. Before, earthly concerns reigned in our lives: making money, driving fancy cars, wearing up-to-date fashions. When we crawled like a caterpillar, we saw others from an earthly perspective: how they looked, whether or not they were part of the “in-crowd.” We loved to gossip; we loved to tear others down to build ourselves up.

We who are “in Christ” become new creations; we fly on gossamer wings. Christ in us helps our thoughts soar heavenward, making our earthly concerns less important. We become concerned with gaining spiritual fruit. We view others from a different, higher perspective. Christ in us loves others through us. Instead of seeing other’s faults, we glimpse what Christ sees in them and see what they can become through His love. Instead of gossiping about others, we talk to God about them, lifting them in prayer.

Look to the example of the caterpillar. Remember, before the caterpillar could change, it needed time in the cocoon. As you shelter in place from the Covid-19 virus, what changes is God working in your life?

Father, wrap us in the cocoon of your love and wisdom and make us butterflies. Work the miracle of change in our lives. Recreate us as beautiful new creatures flying on the wings of your spirit.

Words of Encouragement

DOUBT NOT HIS GRACE BECAUSE OF THY TRIBULATION, BUT BELIEVE THAT HE LOVETH THEE AS MUCH IN SEASONS OF TROUBLE AS IN TIMES OF HAPPINESS.

~ CHARLES SPURGEON~

How are you trusting Him during difficult times?

Reflected Sunlight

A narrow shaft of morning light streams across the table. Right in its path sits a water bottle. As I write in my journal and turn the pages of my Bible, the water in the bottle shakes ever so slightly. The sunlight reflecting off and through that water dances on the table, bright white and fluid. Off the surface of the plastic bottle the light reflects back to me. Tiny water droplets near the bottle’s opening shimmer in the light.

This is how I want to reflect God’s light—bright, white, shimmering and fluid with the Holy Spirit.

II Corinthians 4:6 “For God who said, ‘Let light shine out of the darkness,’ made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ.”

In the midst of the difficulties and fear of the Covid 19 pandemic, how are you choosing to reflect God’s light? What are you doing to bring sunshine into the darkness? I’d love for you to post what you’re doing in the comments.

If My People

Last night I woke up around 4:30. I spent some time in prayer before curling up, ready to fall back asleep. But God had other plans. He kept bringing II Chronicles 7:14 to my mind. “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” I spent some time in bed considering this verse.

IF is conditional. If one thing happens, then the other will also happen. The opposite is implied: if one thing doesn’t happen, then neither does the other.

MY PEOPLE since God is speaking in the passage, these would be God’s people, or believers.

WHO ARE CALLED BY MY NAME Today, I would say CHRISTians are called by His name.

WILL HUMBLE THEMSELVES ANDPRAY “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray….”I had already prayed, so I wondered what God had in mind in the wee hours of the morning. What else? In my mind, God had some questions for me:

WHAT ABOUT POLITICS? Politics?

HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT ANSWER, POLITICALLY? Oh. Well, I guess that’s not too humble.

ARE YOU ALL KNOWING, ALL WISE? Uh, no. You are. Forgive me for thinking I am God-like.

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF A POLITICIAN AS FOOLISH? (insert any number of derogatory names here.) WHO MADE YOU THEIR JUDGE? That’s pretty prideful of me. Forgive me, Father.

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF PEOPLE WHO VOTED FOR A PARTICULAR POLITICIAN OR PARTY AS FOOLISH? (insert derogatory name of choice.) WHEN YOU DO THIS, YOU ARE JUDGING THEM. THAT’S MY JOB. Guilty. Father, forgive me.

I am truly sorry, and I’ll work on my attitude. Can I go back to sleep now? I yawned and curled on my side, ready for some sleep.

NOT YET. WE AREN’T FINISHED. What else?

OTHERS, WHO DISAGREE WITH YOU POLITICALLY, ARE BEHAVING JUST AS BADLY AS YOU. Uh, okay…. I waited and thought a while. Yes, I see. They are just like me. Father, forgive them. I forgive them too.

THAT’S BETTER. I FORGIVE YOU, DAUGHTER. NOW WILL YOU TRUST ME TO DO MY WORK? REMEMBER, I AM IN CONTROL. Yes, Father, with your guidance I will stay humble and pray.

THEN I WILL HEAR YOUR PRAYER AND HEAL YOUR LAND. CONTINUE TRUSTING ME AND SLEEP WELL, MY BELOVED.

His Darkest Hours

After Judas had collected his jingling 30 pieces of silver, a period of darkness and pain descended on Jesus.

When he tried to pray in the garden with his closest friends, they all fell asleep, leaving him to struggle alone.

The darkness continued, one thing after another. With Judas leading the way, a mob of citizens and soldiers entered the garden to arrest Jesus. His disciples fled in terror. Jesus was dragged to jail where he was questioned and beaten, and endured a “crown” of thorns jammed onto his head. He was ridiculed and spat upon. A dark time indeed, with both physical and mental pain.

In the morning he had a chance to be released, but the crowd chose instead to release Barabbas. Just a few days earlier, the crowd had cried “Hosanna” as he rode a donkey into Jerusalem. A few days later, they screamed, “Crucify him!”

Exhausted from the all-night ordeal and weakened from the beatings, he carried his heavy cross through the city, hearing the jeers of the crowd as he stumbled toward Golgotha, carrying his own instrument of death. Dark times indeed.

At the hill, the soldiers pounded nails through his hands and feet, suspending him on the cross for a slow, tortuous death. His mother and two other female followers knelt below him, while one of his disciples cowered in the shadows. The others abandoned him, trembling behind closed doors.

Near mid-day, he breathed his last. Then the ground quaked, the sky turned dark, the rocks cracked, and the curtain to the holy of holies was torn in two.

The man who came to save the world spent his last days in darkness and pain, abandoned by his followers and friends.

Fortunately, we know how this story ends. Out of the darkness comes light. Out of the pain comes joy.

Consumed by the corona virus pandemic, the world is in the midst of dark times. We fear this invisible enemy that hunts us. We are lonely, missing our family and friends. Many suffer the pain of illness and loss.

We know how Jesus’ story ends, but we don’t yet know the end of our story. When will all this darkness and pain end? I can’t answer that question, but I can share some encouraging words and remind you of God’s promises.

He will give you shelter and rest (Ps. 91:1). He has plans to prosper you and give you hope (Jeremiah 29:11). He gives us peace in times of trouble and fear (John 14:27).

In this time of darkness, cling to His promises for shelter, hope and peace. In the middle of the darkness, look toward the light. Accept His hope and peace.

Judas

You may have heard of me: my name is Judas. Yes, I attended the “last supper.” But my mind was elsewhere. Three years before I’d been drawn to Jesus because of politics. I had been so weary of the Roman rule I was ready to do anything to foster rebellion against them. How desperately I wanted our land back under our rule! Jesus was so loved. Everywhere He went people followed Him. They listened to His every word, ready to follow wherever He might go. He seemed a great candidate to lead the people to freedom.

But He didn’t go where I wanted Him to go. He didn’t give anti-Rome speeches. I didn’t hear calls to arms and action. I wondered if I had followed the wrong man. But He trusted me, putting me in charge of the groups’ treasure. Dutifully I gathered all the coins donated for His cause. I bought the food and other necessities for the group.

But as I carried the money bags, something changed. With every step I took that money jingled. It called to me. “Jingle…jingle…jingle. Judas, just think what you could do with all this money!” No longer would I waste my time watching Jesus heal the mobs of people who followed him wherever he went. The longer I managed the money, the more it called to me. I began stealing from the group treasury. Just a few coins at a time. A few coins here, a few coins there, and suddenly I had acquired a great amount of money.

No longer did I hang on every word Jesus spoke. All I heard was the jingling call of the coins. “Judas, Judas, take me. Take me! Think of all you can do with just a little more money.” Before long I had gone to the high priest and offered to betray Jesus. In exchange, he would give me thirty beautiful, jingly silver coins! I couldn’t wait.

During that “last supper” I had trouble concentrating. My mind kept wandering to the clink of the 30 pieces of silver dropping into my money bag. I knew just the place and time to betray Him, when no crowds would surround and protect him. Oh, I could almost hear the clink of that money falling into my hands.

Jesus’ voice pulled me from my reverie. He was saying something about betrayal. All the other men started babbling at once. “Is it me?” “Not me, Lord?”

He looked at me and I quickly said, “Surely not I, Rabbi?”

He answered, “Yes, it is you.”

Clearly, Jesus knew. I gathered my money bag and left the room, hurrying toward my silver and my future.

Food for thought: In what ways do I betray Jesus by what I value, by my actions or lack of action? Am I being a Judas?

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