Today—remember the many men and women
who died in service.
Today—pray for the families and friends who have
lost loved ones in the fight.
Today—appreciate the freedom
our soldiers protect.
Today—remember the many men and women
who died in service.
Today—pray for the families and friends who have
lost loved ones in the fight.
Today—appreciate the freedom
our soldiers protect.
Saturday morning, the sun shone on the rows of graduates and
their teachers. Emily sat in the second row, ready to receive her high school
diploma. The superintendent and principal poured words of wisdom and encouragement
over the seniors. In a few short minutes, the young men and women would lift
their tassels and place them on the other side of their mortarboards as a
symbol of their future endeavors and freedom.
Several of the graduates would take jobs in the workforce (we certainly need them right now.) Many planned to head to college for more education and preparation, a few planned to head into the military. I applaud them all and pray for their futures.
Throughout my life, I’ve been privileged to work with books.
If I were to choose one earthly element, besides people, that I truly love and
couldn’t live without, it would be books (well, books and chocolate.) I’ve
worked in libraries, read out loud to hundreds of children, reviewed many
books, critiqued books for folks, and I write. As a follower of Jesus, I
believe he has called me to his work. He equipped me for a future that included
books, because he knew my heart and understood my love of the written word.
As the students stood before us and tossed their hats in the air, I wondered where each one would go in their life. I know Emily has a future in the art world. God has gifted her with great talent. From my perspective and experience, I can say their paths will curve and twist, and there will be starts and stops. Maybe the dreams will change. But if God calls us to his work, he will equip us and opens doors of opportunity.
Where is God leading you? Who has he created you to be? Are
you listening? He’s offering his guidance.
Luke
10:38-42
As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a
woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called
Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But
Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to
him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the
work by myself? Tell her to help me!”
“Martha,
Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about
many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has
chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
Martha or Mary.
I’ve heard
the question, “Are you a Martha or a Mary?” I may have even asked that myself.
But in seeking an answer to the inquiry, I think I missed the point of this
story.
Imagine
preparing for a visit from the one person on this earth who you’ve been waiting
for; that one man who came to save all people from sin. Let that sink in. Jesus
is coming to visit. The Messiah himself will be dining at your table.
Martha, the
obvious caregiver in the story, seeks to prepare her home for her guest. Yet,
her sister Mary, instead of mixing the bread dough or setting the table, sits
at Jesus’ feet to soak in his wisdom.
Again with
the question, “Are you a Martha or a Mary?” According to what Jesus says, it
doesn’t matter. Both women are valued and loved.
When Martha called
for Mary to help her, Jesus stopped her. You see, Jesus was a rabbi, a teacher.
He didn’t condemn Martha for her efforts to host him, instead he offered her an
invitation. He didn’t say don’t be like Martha, instead he reached out and
invited her to stop what she was doing and join him as he taught God’s truth.
He didn’t
condemn Martha, he invited her to join him. This is kind of a big deal. In
Jesus’ day women didn’t sit at a teacher’s feet and learn. But Jesus invited all
men, women, and children to hear God’s truth.
Jesus still
calls every one of us to read his word, share in his wisdom, believe in him,
and accept his grace.
Sit at Rabbi
Jesus’ feet and hear his truth.
Psalm
121:1-2
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
I’m
thankful for GPS, Global Positioning Systems, like Google Maps.
Although I’ve improved with age, I tend to be directionally impaired. Before GPS saved me from my wandering ways, I depended on a map or written directions. I still prefer landmarks to highway numbers, and I still get my left and right mixed up. But I’ve learned to listen to the little voice inside my phone as she speaks directions, and I’ve learned to read road signs.
Years ago,
before GPS was an app on our smartphones, we owned a box we’d attach to the
dash, I think it was a Garmin. I named her Vera. Vera took me wherever I needed
to go, unless I didn’t listen.
The key to overcoming
my impaired directional instincts
was paying attention and
following Vera’s lead.
As I wander
about in life, I need direction. When I go off on my own, I get lost and
stumble. But when I lift my eyes to the one who leads my way, I follow a better path. There may be roadblocks or construction, but Jesus walks me through it. He’s not going to take me on a trail that leads to destruction. Instead his
voice gives me the guidance I need on the rocky roads of life.
He whispers
to me from the Bible and answers my prayers. He speaks to me through trusted family
and friends and helps me navigate choppy water.
Jesus is the
best GPS, God’s Perfect Son, to follow. He will never lead us down the wrong
path. Instead, he’ll guide us on the road God created us for.
Seek Jesus as
he maps out the road to heaven.
Luke 7:44-47
Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman?
I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she
wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not
give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped
kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured
perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been
forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little
loves little.”
Washing another person’s feet is a humbling experience.
At church
camp, the counselors and teachers taught us to experience the times that Jesus
lived. In Jesus day, folks wore sandals or walked barefoot on the dusty roads.
They didn’t wear the latest model of tennis shoes or work boots. As a greeting
and welcome to visitors, the host provided water and washed the feet of their
guests.
Our camp teacher
paired us up, and we removed each other’s shoes and rinsed each other’s feet. I’ll
admit as a teenager I thought it a bit weird, but the act increased my understanding
of the ancient times.
When a
Pharisee invited Jesus to dinner, he failed to provide water for Jesus’ feet.
Jesus never complained or questioned, but when the woman who stood in the shadows
approached him, he welcomed her. She bowed before him and cleansed his feet
with her tears. The tears may have been carried in a jar where she collected
them, or she may have cried over him. Either way, she humbled herself before Jesus
and as an act of worship poured perfume over his feet.
The most beautiful
part of the story is Jesus’ offer of forgiveness. Because the woman humbled
herself and believed in Jesus as Savior, he forgave her sins on the spot. She
walked away free of the burden of her past into a life of gratitude and love.
She loved much, because she was forgiven of much.
Jesus arms
are open to invite you in. He loves us so much and wants nothing more than for
us to believe and live for him.
Be the person
who loves much.
1 Peter 3:15-16
But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an
answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that
you have. But do this with gentleness and respect, keeping a clear
conscience, so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior
in Christ may be ashamed of their slander.
April 21, 2021 surprised us with about two inches of snow. When
Tim told me to look out the window and see the surprise, I had mixed feelings.
I love snow, but I adore the beauty of spring. Now the plants that thrived with
green wore white coats, and crystal crowns. I hadn’t covered my plants, yet my
lovely lavender tulip survived the unexpected chill, as did the columbine. Many
of the flowers who peaked from the ground could endure the weather, because
their roots dug deep and their stems had soaked in sun. God created spring
flowers with durability, for all kinds of weather.
The unexpected snow made me wonder how prepared I am. 1
Peter says to be ready to give an answer for my faith, and Matthew 24:42-44 says
to prepare my heart for Jesus second coming.
When I’m traveling, I fill up my fuel tank and pack a bag of
snacks. Both prepare me for the trip. But how do I ready myself for the time
someone asks me about Jesus and my faith? I fill my heart and mind with the
wisdom of Jesus and the scripture. I eat the words of the Bible in order to
fill my spiritual tank and increase my understanding of God and grace.
Even as I prepare for the unexpected, what about the
expected. I know Jesus will return to this earth to take his children home,
even though I don’t know the day or hour. Even in not knowing the time, I know
he’s coming. I want to have my heart ready. The hope I have in God and the
promise of eternal life bolster me as his words feed me.
I may not know when Jesus will return. I may not be on this
earth any longer, regardless, my heart and soul need to be ready for that
glorious day.
Be ready for the unexpected and the expected. Jesus is
coming again.