Does being small mean that we’ll not be noticed?

Most of us resent feeling small. We think we would be better of if we were, big, tall, monstrous, fearsome.

I don’t know why, but we love feeling like we are dangerous–in some way a potential hazard to the world around us; believing that if we are, we have to fear, but something we have to manage.

I guess we like to feel like we need to be cared for or protected; it’s not that the ideal picture this points to is not appealing, it’s just that we’re too well aware that this ideal is not our picture.

We want something more real than a fantasy to hold onto. We crave something to nourish our souls; and that something must be real. But, if we cannot find something or someone to nourish our souls, we will do what we can to nourish ourselves. This is senseless, and yet we do it as a means to survive. We cut off the life feed and try to keep ourselves alive on what we already have inside.

It is a mistake, but we all do it. We do it until we find another way. We do it as long as we value life–as we know it or as we want to know it–more than God. But, when we value God more than life we have both. We don’t strive to get what we need because we have taken ourselves out of the world’s keeping and put ourselves back in God’s keeping. We realize it is a matter of allegiance. The allegiance we had before was wrong. Wrong in that God was not present in it and He could not be honored by it. Wrong in that it did not have the power to work good at all.

But the new alliance we embrace now is honoring to God and marked by His presence. This is so because it has been created by Christ. Christ in His greatness joined Himself with us who are small. He showed us in the most meaningful way that we are not forgotten and we have no need to seek out love in broken places anymore. Christ made love His banner and His mission reconciliation between the One Lover and His beloved.

Christ came to our world and called us in the name of our Father. He came to join us with Himself so that we could be at peace with God again. For those who believe in the accomplishment of His mission, our sin has been settled in Christ’s penalty-bearing death and that sin once kept us in rebellion can no more rule our hearts. With hearts that are always being made softer towards God, we witness the ideal slowly emerge out of the throws of redemption. And, indeed we find that if being small is not a concern for Him, it will surely work for us!

 

 

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Is lying a losing proposition if you’re trying to win on God’s turf?

So what is wrong with lying?

I mean, come on–what kind of harm does it really do? These things only hurt if you get caught, right? And, honestly, when is that?

Isn’t the command that we avoid lying just something the self-righteous among made up to try making themselves feel more superior next to the rest of us? Isn’t all this just a hoax?

I mean, why would God condone something that could support that sort of treatment by its followers? I mean, He’s fair, right?

Well, first we must ask what is His assumed fairness based on? What does God believe is fair? What are the rules on His playground–and how far does that playground extend? Does it just include His followers or everybody?

Does He make rules so that some people will win and others will lose? Is He biased–a heartless fan of the fair and beautiful? Or does He have more in mind than even the players themselves and how they play or what they get from playing the game?

All these questions are important when we consider God and how we relate to Him. I don’t think I should be the one to answer them all for you, but I will say this:

God made the game, He is the One you should ask about the rules. Don’t take anyone’s word for it. His greatest goal in having you in the game is to know Him, so don’t lose any time!

This is the kind of life you’ve been invited into

I thought this is so beautiful in its presentation of Christ that I wanted to share it with you:

“This is the kind of life you’ve been invited into, the kind of life Christ lived. He suffered everything that came his way so you would know that it could be done, and also know how to do it, step-by-step. He never did one thing wrong, Not once said anything amiss. They called him every name in the book and he said nothing back. He suffered in silence, content to let God set things right. He used his servant body to carry our sins to the Cross so we could be rid of sin, free to live the right way. His wounds became your healing. You were lost sheep with no idea who you were or where you were going. Now you’re named and kept for good by the Shepherd of your souls.”
1 Peter 2:24

When wrong is righter than right

I don’t know why I didn’t realize until now that perfectionism was such a pride thing. But, when a sin so consumes me like that, it will naturally keep me from recognizing anything that is apart from sin — anything that is holy.

When I make a sin like pride my shelter I need no other. And being so confident that this is the only place for me, I will behave defensively toward anything that threatens my position and respectability in remaining there in that hiding place. When this is how I carry out my life, how can I be surprised that the ways of God should regularly seem to be against me?

Is this fair enough for you?

I don’t know a lot about what makes life fair, but that subject has been on my mind a lot this past month. I have sat comparing the condition of one friend against another, one’s range of blessings versus others’ depth of pain. I ask indignantly, Why do some lives seem bombarded by suffering so intensely, while others appear to steadfastly experience abundance in ways that the other could never imagine?

These are questions I don’t have the answers to; this is the sum of a matter too deep for negligible experience to dispel. Yet, my discomfort with these mysteries is a chance to be humbled by a God that need not explain to me His every nuance.

Not that God is at fault for things like world hunger, and extreme personal suffering, but He does absolutely rule over these things, and often not in ways that I can understand.

I want simple responses to big questions. I come to God with the hope that He will make the problems that I see small enough for me to stand above, rather than stretching my faith to recognize that He is standing above everything that I do not.

I utter complaints about the world around me, believing He’ll get behind my judgments on the obvious disorder around me, and set the world straight. Yet, rather than blighting the fruits of error that I can’t stand, He points out the great, big root of it so mercilessly growing up and out of my own heart — so long it wraps around the vital organ, so strong it cripples a beat that I trust as the standard of every other rhythm.

Clearly I’m a wreck, and not as proficient at judging the world around me as I thought. Instead of sticking to what I think I know, I have to stand on faith — relying upon Him who sets me right, and not on me, who only gets in His way.

For, it is when I commit myself to trusting Him who makes both my faith and vision sure, I find that my heart is set to the beat of His own heart. And the tempo of Him I love more than life rising from the deepest places of my soul, I recognize that if He resolved this fairness issue according to my heart, I would face a more bitter reality: I would be completely deprived of knowing Him in this rare way because I am not perfect.