Who God uses

Robin, from the excellent Write Thinking:

I was born-again on a Saturday morning after reading several books, The Hiding Place, Woman to Woman, and Prison to Praise. When I finished that last book around 6 a.m., I gave my heart to Jesus. I didn’t have a church or a mentor or a Bible study (although I’d been reading The Living Bible New Testament for a number of months). It was just me and Jesus that morning. I found a church and great studies and sound teaching in very short order, but right then it was just the two of us.

A week later, full of the joy of the Lord, I walked into a friend’s home one morning and saw that she’d been crying. I told her what had happened to me and that Jesus loved her. When I returned to her home after I got off work, she’d been born again, too.

Now if that doesn’t prove the Lord can use anybody, I don’t know what will. Sometimes it isn’t how much you know but how excited you are for God that He uses.

So good.

I’ve never felt so effective for God as I did in those clumsy, joyful days after I became a Christian (of course, I didn’t know it then – I was just living!)

Jesus, unashamed

For it was fitting that he, for whom and by whom all things exist, in bringing many sons to glory, should make the founder of their salvation perfect through suffering. For he who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one origin. That is why he is not ashamed to call them brothers, saying,

“I will tell of your name to my brothers;

in the midst of the congregation I will sing your praise.”

And again,

“I will put my trust in him.”

And again,

“Behold, I and the children God has given me.”

– Hebrews 2:10-13

If you are a child of God, Jesus is not ashamed of you. He is not ashamed to call you his brother, his sister.

Are you forgiven, redeemed, cleansed, and yet prone to terrible shame? Go to the One who knows you better than you know yourself. He lives to heal you, and he is not ashamed of you.

It doesn’t mean God isn’t grieved by the sins we commit. Sin is a terrible thing; it’s far worse than we know. But – trust me on this – Jesus death on the cross holds more power than you can imagine. It was the final crushing of sin and of the devil’s greatest power, the power of death. “It is finished!” Jesus cried, and he meant it. Over. Done with. I write this as one who knows the darkness in the heart of man; in every one of my thoughts are entwined evils for which I should be destroyed.

But I’ve been rescued and cleansed by One who is powerful to save and unashamed to call me his brother.

Remembering 911

Michelle Malkin has posted some heart-shattering minute-by-minute recaps of the events of five years ago:

Never forget: American Airlines Flight 11

Never forget: United Airlines Flight 175

“It’s getting bad, Dad-A stewardess was stabbed-They seem to have knives and Mace-They said they have a bomb-It’s getting very bad on the plane-Passengers are throwing up and getting sick-The plane is making jerky movements-I don’t think the pilot is flying the plane-I think we are going down-I think they intend to go to Chicago or someplace and fly into a building-Don’t worry, Dad- If it happens, it’ll be very fast-My God, my God.”

Never forget: American Airlines Flight 77

Never forget: South Tower collapse

Never forget: United Airlines Flight 93

Never forget: North Tower collapse

Theme Song Meme

(saw this on the LJ of someone I don’t know . . .)

Because everyone needs a theme song . . .

1. If you could pick your own theme song, what would it be? – Just because it has a cool feel: Smoothie Song by Nickle Creek. Either that or Joe Walsh’s Life’s Been Good To Me So Far

2. Now be honest…if others had to pick a song that described you, what would they choose?I’m Just A Bill by Schoolhouse Rock

3. What song would be/was the first dance at your wedding? – Well, we got married in ’88, so probably either something by Chicago or [Cheese Alert!] Precious And Few by Climax

4. What song gets stuck in your head most often?Here With Me by MercyMe (but the version I hear is the 249 North band version)

5. What song would you want played at your funeral? That’s easy: You Alone by Passion. The lyrics are below:

You are the only one I need

I bow all of me at Your feet

I worship You alone

You have gven me more than

I could ever have wanted

And I want to give You my heart and my soul

You alone are Father

And You alone are good

You are alone are Savior

And You alone are God

I’m alive, I’m alive

I’m alive, I’m alive

I’m going to tag five of my three readers (wait, wrap your mind around that!) to do this meme. They are:

1. “Philip” of The Thinklings (Expect five Metallica songs from our resident heavy-metal Southern Baptist pastor)

2. Blest

3. Jen

4. Scot McKnight (who doesn’t know this blog exists. But what the hay, I can dream, right?)

5. Ellen

Being fair

As a parent of multiple children, you should never promise your kids that you’ll always be fair. It’s impossible.

You will be unfair. It’s just like grace – grace is unfair too. Just do your best to spread the unfairness around equally.

Oh, yeah [Bill slaps himself on the forehead] – I have a blog . . .

Some randomness for my three readers . . .

I’ve added Lone Prarie Art Works to the bloogroll. Julie has a great post on being invisible [hat tip and a complimentary carton of Amdro to the the Gazette]

The gestalt happened in the aisle with the pasta and sauces. I was trying to decide which pasta sauce to select, always and irritatingly the slow and deliberate shopper. As I stood there, deciding and weighing possible selections’ pros and cons, two college guys walked into the aisle and stopped behind me, talking.

“Here, hold the basket.”

“It’s your stuff.”

“No, hold it. I don’t want to be seen holding it if some hot chick were around.”

If some hot chick were around.

I appreciated the moment as only a rather mousy, life-long wallflower can. In case a hot chick were around, the toilet paper in the shopping basket would be detriment. However, if some decrepit 32-year-old were around, it would be fine. Though I’ve never thought of myself as hot, I did assume I existed. Not that I want to exist for everyone — who needs that burden? — but it just struck me as oddly funny, that I didn’t happen to exist at that moment for that category. It was the answer, I suppose, to the question I think we all wonder secretly: what do I look like or seem like to other people? My friend’s father had it right when he said that we’d probably all be offended if we realized how little other people were thinking of us, particularly since the driving force for stupidity in humanity is the concern over what others will think.

All this, in front of Newman’s Own Tomato and Garlic sauce.

Ever been invisible?

She takes great photos as well as writing some great blog.

Jared continues to write eloquently on the scandal of grace, here tackling the parable known as the parable of the prodigal son:

It gets tricky here, because I think the vast majority of us never put ourselves in the place of the older brother. He’s always someone else. Somebody, to be sure, probably somebody we know. But not us. We are either the repentant prodigal or the grace-giving father, but we dang well know the resentful brother is that fundamentalist at work or that TV preacher we can’t stand or some relative who ruins every family reunion. There’s millions of them out there — but none of them is us. Right?

The truth, however, and this is when the scandal gets most scandalous, is that we are the older brother more often than not. Here’s the litmus test: Ever angry about somebody not getting what you think they deserve? Ever resent that someone seems to have it easier than you? Ever think someone asking for forgiveness got it too easily? Are you constantly seeing lots of people as messed up, screwed up, or wrong, but don’t worry too much about if you are?

Do you point the finger a lot? It doesn’t matter why, and you may be calling someone a legalist or thinking you’re calling them the older brother, but I got news for you — it’s you. (It’s me too!)

Bob quotes from Frederick Buechner:

“We are fools for Christ’s sake,” Paul says in the first letter to the Corinthians. God is foolish, too, Paul says. God is foolish to choose for his holy work in the world the kind of lamebrains and misfits and nitpickers and odd ducks and stuffed shirts and egomaniacs and milquetoasts and closet sensualists as are vividly represented by us all.

God is foolish to send us out to speak hope to a world that slogs along heart-deep in the conviction that things can only get worse. . . . He is foolish to have us speak of loving our enemies when we have a hard enough time loving our friends. . . . God is foolish to have us proclaim eternal life to a world that is half in love with death. . . . God is foolish to send us out on a journey for which there are no maps, and to aim us in the direction of a goal we can never know until we get there. Such is the foolishness of god. And yet, and yet, Paul says, “the foolishness of God is wiser than man.”

Well said.

The blogosphere has lost some of its pizazz lately, don’t you think? In a way, I think that’s a good thing. And – don’t get me wrong, there is still a lot of great writing going on out there.

I don’t trackback like I should. Too lazy. And I don’t check links back to me very often. I’m becoming a blog-hermit.

In case you’re wondering why the Bloogroll Posts feature sometimes splatters portions of posts everywhere on the screen, it’s because of unclosed tags (or overly-closed tags) in the posts I’m bringing in off the bloogroll. Yeah, it’s on the list to fix – will be in the beta release.

Happy Birthday Andrew! I love you. And I can’t believe you’re seventeen.

And, finally, yes, I’m working hard on the first beta release of Bloo. I’m doing a huge refactoring of the code.

I must be crazy.

We are drifters

“Therefore we must pay much closer attention to what we have heard, lest we drift away from it.”

– Hebrews 2:1 (ESV)

We are drifters, every one of us, in our natural state. The writer of Hebrews here delivers an exhortation that I wish was written on the sky every morning. We must pay close attention to what we have heard, lest we drift away from it!

Have you ever been filled with the very joy and knowledge of God? Remember what you told yourself then: “I will never leave this! How could I ever leave this?” But, if you were not diligent to continue returning to the Lord, you most likely have discovered a great truth about this tribe, fallen humanity, that you are a part of: we leak.

We are leaky vessels, prone to wander, prone to leave the One we love. We are drifters, and but for the anchor of the solid rock of Christ we will be tossed to and fro, everyday swayed by whatever is on our minds.

I hope this Sunday morning finds you in a church where the Bible is taught, where the Body is active, and where the community of Christ is in unity. If you don’t go to church anymore because you found that church is imperfect, (I say this carefully) please lower your standards. Because you might find in doing so that your standards are not God’s standards, and that he really is working through his sometimes irritating, often clumsy, frequently disillusioning, yet ultimately beautiful Bride that we call the church. He loves the church and wants you to be part of it. Not just a seat-warmer, but actively part of his Kingdom.

If you call yourself his child you need to be with his people. Today. Because if not you might find yourself in a far country tomorrow, wondering how on earth you got there.

For we, you and I, are drifters.

“He has now reconciled . . .”

And you, who once were alienated and hostile in mind, doing evil deeds, he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him . . .

– Colossians 1:21-22 (ESV)

The straightforward drumbeat of truth from Colossians continues.

Notice how Paul points to the state of our minds when we were unsaved; alienated and hostile. Before I became a Christian I often wondered what it was that people who loved Jesus were getting at. I think I admired them, somewhat, but I didn’t quite get what they were about, and I certainly didn’t understand what Jesus was about. Something about a cross and “dying for my sins” (whatever that means, I would think to myself), but I didn’t really understand.

I don’t claim to fully understand now, but one of the most striking things about redemption is that when Jesus saved me I began to understand. It wouldn’t be too dramatic to say that it was like blinders coming off my eyes. My mind, which had been alienated, separated, foreign to God, began to see him. And the wall of hostility and incomprehension toward the Dying Savior was demolished.

Now it seems that I can’t understand why people who don’t know Christ don’t see the truth! It seems so plain . . .

Of course, redemption isn’t a psychological exercise and Paul is writing here about more than our depraved and broken minds. The alienated and hostile mind that he describes produces evil deeds. And that’s another thing I never knew before; I never realized that I was evil. But the moment I finally saw the truth of my own depravity was the moment I began to seek for Jesus.

We’re all fallen and evil, by nature. In College my friends and I used to listen to a song called Am I Evil by the band Diamondhead. The chorus went like this:

Am I evil?

Yes I am.

Am I evil?

I am man.

Now there’s some straightforward, spot-on theology in the lyrics of an (as far as I know) un-Christian band. But the symptoms and proof of our evil permeates our world; it is in every newscast, nearly every bit of entertainment, it languishes on the pages of our books, is the subtext of most of our conversations and dwells deep in our inner thoughts. Without the redemption of Christ we are hopelessly evil. And all through the sanctification process we still struggle with our fallenness.

At least I do. Daily.

Thank God for the gift of reconciliation through Christ that he has given us! Becoming a Christian isn’t “turning over a new leaf”. It is becoming a new leaf! And one finally, finally capable of bearing good fruit (to strain a metaphor a bit).

“. . . he has now reconciled in his body of flesh by his death, in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him . . .”

Examine that sentence fragment for a bit. Meditate on it. Notice the finality with which it is stated. He has now reconciled us in his body of flesh by his death.

He died for a specific reason. And the death of the only begotten Son of God is not something that God chose lightly. It was for a particular purpose: “in order to present you holy and blameless and above reproach before him”.

I’ve struggled with shame most of my life. Whenever someone asks that classic ice-breaker question “So, what’s your most embarrassing moment?” I often want to respond “um, all of them.” I am, in my natural state, full of reproach, full of blame, full of shame.

But my destiny in Christ, and yours too if you are his child, is to be presented to the Father holy, and blameless, and above reproach!

That’s why Christ died. To reconcile you to God through his death and to sanctify you and redeem you beyond what you can imagine. And, I’ll hazard that for many of us the goal Christ has for us goes beyond our desires, because most of us desire to hold back some of what we call ourselves. But our destiny in him is to be fully and completely his. He died to redeem all of us, and he will settle for nothing less. He will make it so.

Holiness, no blame, no reproach . . . child of God, that is your destiny!