“Only the pure in heart want to”

I was googling this morning looking for a specific C.S. Lewis quote. I couldn’t find it and instead found this one:

“It is safe to tell the pure in heart that they shall see God, for only the pure in heart want to.”

– C.S. Lewis, The Problem Of Pain

It meshed very well with my dark reverie on the bus ride this morning. It is becoming clearer to me that purity of heart is a high calling, and, I believe, really God’s achievement. I can affect purity of manners and speech, I can strive to keep my eyes pure, watch my language, keep my temper in check, and even be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent.

These are all good things. But my inner core, is it golden or cardboard? And if my heart is not pure, how does it get purified? Only God can do it; there is no other way. He is the great Alchemist who can turn the hard, discarded rocks that beat in our chests into hearts of gold. Pure. And blessed!

Create in me a clean heart, O God,

and renew a right spirit within me.

– Psalm 51:10 (ESV)

Two-fer from Psalm 27

Seeking God’s face, His character, His will, His beauty and majesty and, yes, what sometimes can only be described as the terror of His presence is something that I feel God has been calling me to do. With that in mind, I love the straightforward simplicity of this verse from Psalm 27:

You have said, “Seek my face.”

My heart says to you,

“Your face, Lord, do I seek.” – verse 8

Simple.

God says “seek my face”

And David seeks.

Have you ever noticed that God sometimes seems to hide Himself? We’ve all had those times; times when the skies seem to be made of rubber and everything’s dry and lifeless. I think that this happens sometimes because he wants us to seek His face.

Reading down a bit, we come upon the promise in verse 10. I can’t put into words, really, how this struck me. I’ve seen too many people struggling because their mom or dad (or both) has forsaken them. It’s a crime, but it’s one that is part and parcel of our fallen creation. To be outcast, left “outside the camp”, shunned and forsaken is the frequent answer to the deadly mathematics of our sinful natures and this cursed ground.

It’s no accident that God has chosen to reveal Himself as Father. It’s no accident that He represents our salvation as “adoption”.

For my father and my mother have forsaken me,

but the Lord will take me in. – verse 10

Without Jesus we’re orphans and we’re lost, regardless of how secure we look on the outside. But when we seek the Father, He will take us in.

Always.

Bear one another’s burdens

Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

– Galatians 6:2 (ESV)

Did this verse jump out at me tonight or what?

“Bear one another’s burdens”. This sounds simple. But I’m sitting here trying to figure out who’s burden I’m currently bearing. I’m drawing a blank.

I spend a lot of time thinking about my burdens. I really do – the subject of my burdens has been on my mind a lot recently.

But who’s burden am I bearing? This fulfills the law of Christ. I’m not a Bible scholar, but my gut tells me that this is something important.

And one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him.

“Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?”

And he said to him,

“You shall love the Lord your God

with all your heart

and with all your soul

and with all your mind.

This is the great and first commandment.

And a second is like it:

You shall love your neighbor as yourself.

On these two commandments depend

all the Law

and the Prophets.”

– Matthew 22:35-40

If I’m not sure, perhaps I better start looking.

Or maybe it’s just something I ate

As some of you may know, I’ve been working on a novel, off and on, for quite awhile. Lately it’s been more “off” than “on” but I’ve been feeling more and more like I need to get back to it.

The working title of this piece of fiction is Twenty Three Notes. I don’t have any thoughts of being published at this time. I know, mainly from walking through this process with Jared, how hard it is even for good writers to get published, let alone a scruff like me. But the whole point has always been to finish it and let whatever happens after that happen, even if it’s nothing.

I’ve written a Prelude, chapters 1 through 5, bits of chapter 6, 8, 12, and the Postlude. Chapter six has been the sticking point. I began writing it and just stalled. The last thing I wrote in it was a big, bold, disgusted “REWRITE THIS” at the top of the first page of the chapter.

Well, I pulled chapter six out this morning on the bus and began to read it. One of the conversations in it touched me and I started crying. Well, not “crying”, per se, but my eyes misted up. I’m realizing that there is some good in this chapter. Either that or maybe it’s just something I ate this morning 🙂 – in any event, it got to me. I think I’ll keep it. The fact that it was dialog that got to me was heartening, because good dialog is the absolute hardest part to write, for me anyway.

I also read the Postlude. Yeah, I started crying after reading that too. I realize that this isn’t about getting published or even really about anyone else ever liking this novel. It’s about finishing it, and in some way being able to communicate what’s in my heart, what I think God has put in my heart, that I’ve longed to communicate but have never been able to verbalize. Maybe now I can, through the fictional lives of these characters that I’ve created.

I hope I can get moving again on this. I need to.

Remember these things . . .

Remember these things, O Jacob,

and Israel, for you are my servant;

I formed you; you are my servant;

O Israel, you will not be forgotten by me.

I have blotted out your transgressions like a cloud

and your sins like mist;

return to me, for I have redeemed you.

-Isaiah 44:21-22 (ESV)

“Remember these things . . .

Sometimes it’s good to remember. The Lord formed you, Christian, and He will not forget you. He has blotted out your sins through the atoning death of Jesus. That means all of them – even the one that you just committed and are too ashamed to think about.

Remember and return, o servant of the Lord. No matter where you are in your walk, Christian, even in a far country, He has called you His servant. He has made you to serve Him.

Return to Him, for He has redeemed you. And He will be glorified!

Sing, O heavens, for the Lord has done it;

shout, O depths of the earth;

break forth into singing, O mountains,

O forest, and every tree in it!

For the Lord has redeemed Jacob,

and will be glorified in Israel.

Isaiah 44:23

Shall I fall down before a block of wood?

The ironsmith takes a cutting tool and works it over the coals. He fashions it with hammers and works it with his strong arm. He becomes hungry, and his strength fails; he drinks no water and is faint. The carpenter stretches a line; he marks it out with a pencil. He shapes it with planes and marks it with a compass. He shapes it into the figure of a man, with the beauty of a man, to dwell in a house. He cuts down cedars, or he chooses a cypress tree or an oak and lets it grow strong among the trees of the forest. He plants a cedar and the rain nourishes it. Then it becomes fuel for a man. He takes a part of it and warms himself; he kindles a fire and bakes bread. Also he makes a god and worships it; he makes it an idol and falls down before it. Half of it he burns in the fire. Over the half he eats meat; he roasts it and is satisfied. Also he warms himself and says, “Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire!” And the rest of it he makes into a god, his idol, and falls down to it and worships it. He prays to it and says, “Deliver me, for you are my god!”

They know not, nor do they discern, for he has shut their eyes, so that they cannot see, and their hearts, so that they cannot understand. No one considers, nor is there knowledge or discernment to say, “Half of it I burned in the fire; I also baked bread on its coals; I roasted meat and have eaten. And shall I make the rest of it an abomination? Shall I fall down before a block of wood?” He feeds on ashes; a deluded heart has led him astray, and he cannot deliver himself or say, “Is there not a lie in my right hand?”

– Isaiah 44:12-20 (ESV)

Oh the gods we construct!

This short passage from Isaiah contains a decent amount of irony and even humor, doesn’t it? It’s easy to agree that we humans are often ridiculous creatures.

God has given us the earth to enjoy and to nurture. He has given us reason, language, music, the skill of our hands and the strength of our backs. We have minds that are able to think abstractly, to think ahead, to study and even begin to understand this amazing universe. We have the ability to think mythic and epic thoughts; to understand irony and tragedy. He has given us a sense of humor, and the ability to laugh at ourselves. We are able to gain truths through parables, through worlds “thrown alongside” our own world via story and metaphor. Many among us can plan and construct amazing works, both artistic and practical. We can peer into the deep corners of space and even venture beyond our world. We are amazing creatures, made amazing by our amazing Creator.

All these good and perfect gifts are to be presented back to the One who bestowed them, for His sake and for His glory. This can happen even when one of His creatures uses the gift to satisfy himself or make himself or others happy. I believe God takes great pleasure in the warm fellowship of Christian friends around a fire, or in the satisfying grunts of a blacksmith as he plies his trade with integrity and excellence. He takes pleasure in the love between friends and the purity and beauty of marital intimacy. Our Creator designed us to enjoy a good meal, a good song, laughter, the excitement of sport, the beauty of art, and a thousand other good pleasures besides.

Yet how easy it is for us, as creatures both animal and spiritual, to cross the line into idolatry. We are searching for gods to satisfy us every day when the one true God offers us eternal satisfaction, eternal security, and a life more abundant than we can imagine. I find myself setting up little gods around me; gods of my own accomplishment, or the small gods of the affirmation others give me, or of interests that crowd out more important things. Appetites run rampant; “their god is their belly” does not just refer to gluttony but to the insatiable and maddening desire we humans, and this human in particular, have to fill ourselves with all our eyes see while leaving God absent, to be called upon only when we’re in dire straights. I’ve flung myself down before more blocks of wood than I care to recount.

Shall I fall down before a block of wood?”

He feeds on ashes; a deluded heart has led him astray,

and he cannot deliver himself or say,

“Is there not a lie in my right hand?”

Lord God, my King, teach me to be satisfied in You alone.

Thus says the Lord, the King of Israel

and his Redeemer, the Lord of hosts:

“I am the first and I am the last;

besides me there is no god.

Who is like me? Let him proclaim it.

Let him declare and set it before me,

since I appointed an ancient people.

Let them declare what is to come, and what will happen.

Fear not, nor be afraid;

have I not told you from of old and declared it?

And you are my witnesses!

Is there a God besides me?

There is no Rock; I know not any.”

– Isaiah 44:6-8 (ESV)

Band Party!

Tonight the band I worked with last year had a final reunion party. I say “final” because I have a feeling we will never all be together again, at least not for a long while. That makes me sad, because we went through so much together last year and became a true family and it’s hard to see that end. But such is the way of life on this earth. These times are a preview of the days when my own kids will grow up and go away. That’s not something I’m ready for!

The party was fun. We played our traditional Taboo and Balderdash, drank IBC rootbeer, and talked and laughed and just enjoyed being with each other. Our student ministers Randy and Jeremy joined us to make the party that much better.

On nights like tonight I am painfully reminded that it is hard to be away from people who mean a lot to you. In our lives we move to new places, scatter over the face of the earth, leave the familiar and drive to the unknown. We fall out of touch. In addition, as the oldest person (by far) in this group I always feel just slightly behind. The cultural references pass me by. Tonight I learned what a “facebook” is, for instance. 🙂 Fascinating!

It’s easy to feel like a square peg in a round hole. Work with students as an older adult for a while and you will recognize this feeling. But I also know that really, as believers, none of us “belongs”. Not here. We long for a heavenly home, the place where we “fit”. Though I’ve been blessed beyond blessing here on earth with all I ever could have wanted and even more – my best friend and wife Jill, our four children, shelter, income, food, and treasured friends such as these – it dawns on me that I’ve been looking for the place Jesus is preparing for me all my life. My very flesh groans for it. To be with Him, that is Heaven!

I’d go in a second given the opportunity. To have my brokenness fixed, once and for all, and to be able to finally worship our Lord fully and with no guile, no pretense, and nothing held back . . . wow!

To be, finally, in that place where you never have to say goodbye . . .

But I remain here, in the struggle, in the joys and pains and weariness of this mortal life on our broken earth and in this broken body. And I accept that with joy. God has been very gentle with me, really, and has made my path very easy.

“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.”

– John 14:1-3 (ESV)

Below are some shots from the party. These people are precious to me – darn it, I miss them!





left to right: Jeremy, Randy, Joey, Brad, Kevo, with Mego and Kelso hugging



Yeah!



A bad smell (but not really – and no, Brad, it wasn’t Kelsey) . . .



Sad . . . Mego is distraught and Kevin has decided to drown his sorrows in IBC.

The Victory of God

And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross. He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame, by triumphing over them in him.

– Colossians 2:13-15

God is the winner. Always.

What an amazing passage this is! Notice the deliberateness of the text, the matter-of-fact record of the victory of God.

We were dead. God made us alive.

Alive together with Him.

He has forgiven (past tense) all our trespasses.

He has cancelled the record of debt that stood against us. The unbearable burden of our sin, subject to the exacting legal demands of justice, He bore in His own flesh.

That record of our debt? Yes, cancelled. But not just cancelled. Set aside and nailed to the cross.

And the rulers and authorities? Those unseen powers of wickedness running rampant on the earth? Disarmed! Put to open shame! God has triumphed over them!

And notice that there’s truly no room for anyone else to take the credit. There isn’t much passive voice in this passage. God did it.

I wonder if I’ve ever truly grasped the victory of God. It goes far beyond just my personal salvation – it’s the disarming of all His enemies and the triumph of His majestic redemption.

May I grasp this just a bit more and bow deeper in praise to my Lord.

My Lord, who always wins.

“In him all things hold together”

He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For by him all things were created, in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities–all things were created through him and for him. And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together. And he is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything he might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.

– Colossians 1:15-20 (ESV)

In my life I’ve been so blessed, beyond what I ever could have imagined. And yet there are mornings like this when I feel a bit overwhelmed with the day I have before me, and when my physical body is feeling a bit puny (I’ve been sick), my spirit is feeling a bit dry, and my relationship with God is feeling a bit distant (my fault).

I’m weary from trying to hold everything together.

But I am in Christ. And in Him all things hold together! In Him the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and with us Jesus was pleased to dwell, though we rejected Him and killed Him, that He might become the bridge of reconciliation to the Father. By His blood we have peace.

Suddenly my day doesn’t seem at all overwhelming.

Dirk Willems

“But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you . . .”

– Luke 6:27 (ESV)

Below is the story of the selfless (and self-sacrificing) love of 16th century Anabaptist martyr Dirk Willems from Profiles of Mennonite Faith:

Dirk Willems was racing across the thinly frozen pond. He was racing for his life. He knew that returning meant death. Dirk was an Anabaptist (a sixteenth-century name for many Mennonites), and Anabaptists all over Europe were being tortured and put to death. If the guard caught him it would be his life. So he ran as fast as he could. But he was weakened, in fact quite thin and light, from his stay in prison. He was so light that he made it over the thin ice of the pond, the “Hondegat.” But his pursuer, stronger and heavier, did not make it across. The ice cracked, the guard fell in, and soon the cold water swirled above his head. He was gasping as he tried to get out, but the ice kept breaking. The guard was sure he would drown in the icy waters.

Suddenly he saw a hand reaching for him and a voice telling him to hold on and to be calm. Slowly but surely Dirk pulled him from the water and to the safety of the pond’s edge. Soon the exhausted guard realized that it was Dirk who had saved him. The prisoner trying to escape had come back to save the guard. The guard, exhausted but happy to be alive, had no choice but to take Dirk back to prison.

Some weeks went by as Dirk languished in prison. One day the guard heard the judge in the courtroom next to the jail handing out the sentence. “Whereas Dirk Willems, born at Asperen, at present a prisoner has . . . confessed, that at the age of fifteen . . . he was rebaptized in Rotterdam, at the house of one Pieter Willems, and that he further, in Asperen, at his house, at diverse hours . . . permitted several persons to be rebaptized . . . therefore, we the aforesaid judges . . . do condemn the aforesaid Dirk Willems that he shall be executed with fire, until death ensues.”

Dirk Willems, imprisoned and condemned for his faith, was put to death in the flames.

[Hat tip The Christian Century via Michael Spencer]