Full Price

Saturday at 5:00 a.m., my alarm jolted me into consciousness.  It was our yard sale day.  We had sorted through our belongings for months as had our son and his wife, and now it was time to let it all go.  For us, it was less about making money and more about simplifying our lives and making more room in this house that we are now sharing.

So, while it was still dark and the grass was covered in dew, my son and I made multiple trips from the basement to the front yard, carrying tables, boxes, furniture, and bags.  We woke up the other adult members of the family after the sun came up to help organize our wares and make sure we hadn't forgotten to price anything.

Since my husband and I have moved numerous times in our lives, we've had a few sales like this, and they all play out the same way.  We price things, and then all the shoppers proceed to offer much less than the number on the tag, even if we felt it was a low price in the first place.  Item after item disappears into strangers' cars for a fraction of what we originally spent.  

You could buy a brand new item from a local store and put it immediately into your yard sale with the receipt attached, but nobody would pay the price for it that you spent just an hour before. The mere fact that someone owned it first devalues it in the eyes of the buyer. It's like they always say that when you buy a new car, it depreciates the moment you drive off the dealer's parking lot.

As I counted the money that evening to be divided between the two couples, I thought about the devaluing of those pre-owned items, and then my mind skipped to the price that was paid for us.  Father God sent His precious only son, Jesus, to pay a cost for the world that cannot be fully comprehended by any of us. 

1 Corinthians 6:19-20 says, "Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God and you are not your own? For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God's."

Acts 20:28 says, "Therefore take heed to yourselves and to all the flock, among which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to shepherd the church of God which He purchased with His own blood."

Before we belonged to Jesus, we were slaves to sin, so sin was our owner.  I wanted to sell the items in my sale, but I'm sure the enemy didn't want to give up his claim on any of us. However, rather than offering a cut-rate price to redeem us from Satan's clutches, Jesus paid full price.  He found us so valuable that He gave up His own life to purchase ours. In His eyes, the fact that we were "pre-owned" didn't diminish our value at all.  So when you are having difficult days, when you find it hard to like yourself, when you are struggling because you think that you don't measure up - remember that God doesn't see you as second-hand yard sale junk, but as His invaluable purchase, His child, His precious one.  

Amen and Yee-haw!

If you happen to be Facebook friends with my daughter-in-law, you may have seen a recent post where she quoted our three-year-old granddaughter's prayer before our dinner last week.

"Thank you, Jesus, for our food.  Yee-haw!"

None of us know why she made a substitution for the more traditional "Amen" that night, but we all found it hilarious.

I checked out the actual meaning of the phrase, "Yee-haw!" I found that it's considered an expression of enthusiasm and exuberance that's associated with cowboys or inhabitants of the rural South.  It may not be a customary ending to a blessing on the food, but it some ways, it makes perfect sense. If you've been waiting for a while to be called to the dinner table, you are probably quite excited about finally coming to the point of having the food at hand.

What if we acted with such enthusiasm for the rest of our prayer life?  What if we were sure of the outcome of our prayers?  What if we were so thrilled at what God was about to do that we eagerly ended the prayer with a jubilant "Yee-haw!?"  It has the flavor of a battle cry from the army that knows it's about to be victorious, doesn't it?  Since we are the army of God with a general who can never be defeated, we should be as fired up about the ways and plans of God as a cowboy is about his rodeo triumph.  

I don't actually advocate the use of that phrase to end our prayers. Still, I whole-heartedly encourage you to pray big prayers for incredible advances in the Kingdom of God and to be exhilarated to walk out your destiny alongside your brothers and sisters in Christ with strong confidence and passion.

Romans 12:11 (NIV) "Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord."

Different Isn't Always Wrong

My daughter-in-law and I are sharing a home right now and by extension - we are sharing a kitchen.  We've worked out a system where the four adults in the house take turns cooking in pairs with other family members so that she and I are not the only ones responsible for meal planning, preparation, and clean-up.  For the most part, it is working out very well for us.

As we have worked together, we've discovered a few differences in the way we do things.  She refrigerates tomatoes - I don't.  I bake my frozen meatballs before I use them in spaghetti sauce - she tosses them in the sauce to thaw and cook.  She buys certain brands of things at the grocery store, while I buy others. In some cases, we have totally different recipes for the same dish.  Her kitchen utensils and mine are all intermingled now, with boxes and boxes of duplicates ready for a yard sale when social distancing is over and people can do that sort of thing again.  When I eat my cereal at breakfast and get a spoon out of the drawer, it might be one that feels different in my hand because it's not the design I'm used to, but I still get fed.

None of the differences we have found have caused any of us to lose a single pound, though I wish they had.  We are all well-nourished, enjoy our food, and are not at each other's throats about the state of the kitchen and the planning of the menus.

During this time when people are not able to gather at their home churches, we are staying connected by watching pre-recorded worship music done by praise bands or choirs.  We hear either live or taped sermons from our pastors.  We have the opportunity to hear examples of all types of music and messages on social media every week.  Though I'll always be sure to make my home church's online service a priority, I have watched parts of several others as well.  Just like the differences in my kitchen, there are differences in churches.  I've heard old hymns that I haven't listened to for a long time.  I've seen other praise teams that do contemporary music.  I've seen men of God who were very comfortable in front of the camera because they were accustomed to being filmed and others for whom this experience is totally new.  The messages are on all kinds of topics, depending on who is speaking, but even though the music and the talking points may be different than what I am used to hearing, they aren't necessarily wrong.

I think right now we are seeing that the church as a whole, throughout the world, needs to come together like never before.  Those petty differences in the tiny matters of practice fade away, and we forget that they use a different spice than we do and we just all get fed.  Of course, we need to measure what we hear against the Word of God so that no poison sneaks into our meals, but there is much from which we could benefit if we quit thinking about our brothers and sisters in Christ in a different expression as THEM versus US. 

There is a scripture that I know you have frequently seen quoted in recent days.  2 Chronicles 7:14 says, "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

That's where the real meat of this relationship with God comes in.  It's all about being humble, praying, seeking His face, and turning from sin to be a bridge between God and our land so that healing can come.  I think that's an idea that all churches can embrace and through our differences become the salt and light to our world that it so badly needs right now.

The Race

Bella, at age 3, is in constant motion, but she's not always going in the direction we want her to go. Sometimes, I'll say, "Let's race to the kitchen" or wherever I need her to be. So, we stand side by side in the room we are in and she'll point to the floor and say, "Mamaw, this is the finish line".

I keep telling her "No, that's the starting line.  The finish line is in the other room," but she doesn't seem to understand that just yet.

Wouldn't it be nice if the race, with all its blood, sweat, and tears, was already run?  Right now, when the world seems to be upside down and we're all snuggled into our homes practicing "social distancing" - wouldn't it be great if the danger was over and life was back to normal?  It takes a lot of effort, discipline, and intestinal fortitude to deal with all the problems life gives to us.  Life is difficult and nobody likes things to be hard.  We like the celebration at the end when we've met a goal, but not so much the work that it takes to reach that goal.

The New Testament references the term "race" often.  Paul was bound, in chains, and on his way to  tribulation in Jerusalem when he said, "But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear to myself, so that I may finish my race with joy, and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God." (Acts 20:24)

He later encourages believers by saying, "Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize?  Run in such a way that you may obtain it. ( 1 Corinthians 9:24).

Nearing the end of his life, he states, "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:7)

Reminding us that we are all in this together, he says, "Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us." (Hebrews 12:1)

You see, the race isn't part of the Christian life - it IS the Christian life.  Sometimes the road we're running on is flat and pleasant; other times it is rocky and the rain obscures our vision as we run, but we're always racing.  Right now, you may be racing by becoming a schoolteacher/parent, or by working from home, or by losing income and trusting God for provision, or by working many hours caring for those who are sick with any of the hundreds of things that can attack a human body, including COVID-19.

In the natural, if you ever see me running, it will only be because someone is chasing me! Running is not my preferred mode of exercise.  I've never experienced a "runner's high" which is a feeling of  stress lifting, a feeling of elation, and decreased sensitivity to pain.  This comes due to a release of endorphins (a natural chemical in your body) that occurs when you exercise.

However, one thing I have learned in my race of life is that the sweetest times - those times of joy, a reduction of stress, and less pain in my life, happen when I'm actively pursuing God - often in some of the worst circumstances of my life when joy seems to be the last thing I'd be feeling, when stress and pain are high.  The exercise of the pursuit is what releases the Holy Spirit's ministry in my life and produces that which is needed.  As my pastor preached to an empty room this morning via the internet, he said that when you don't know what to do, you should wait upon the Lord, worship in the midst of the situation, and you will win the race.

Red Light, Green Light

Our house is operating on a "no vacancy" basis these days.  Our son, his wife, and our granddaughter are moving into our home because they are in the process of selling their house.  Needless to say, adjustments are having to be made.  We're making room for their essentials, packing up some of our non-essentials to free up space, navigating how to share the rooms, deciding who is responsible for what household tasks, and trying our best to be patient and gracious with each other.

My son and I both work full-time, so we're away from the house more than we are home, but that leaves my daughter-in-law, my granddaughter (Bella), and my husband to spend our workdays there without us. 

Now you have to understand that of the four adults in the household, my husband is Bella's favorite.  She absolutely loves her Papaw.  I know she loves her mother too, but if we'd let her, she'd spend most of her waking moments back in our bedroom, watching "Bella shows" with her Papaw.

Paul also loves her very much, but he is accustomed to having his entire day to himself.  He spends 90% of it in our room where he has a television, a tablet, his books, a bathroom, and a comfortable recliner.  He only has to come out into the rest of the house when he needs food.  So, his days of quiet reading, watching war movies, napping at will, and doing what he pleases have effectively ended. 

In an effort to make sure he doesn't start a mutiny in the house, I have devised a plan.  Since Bella has started sitting front-facing in her car seat, we've been teaching her what the red and green lights on the stop signals mean.  She will watch for them and will give the current driver of the van directions on what to do when she sees them. So my brilliant idea was to tape a piece of either green or red paper on the bedroom door to signal to Bella whether she was free to knock on the door to get her Papaw's attention or whether she should stay in the living room with her mother.  So far, it's working.  She caught onto the concept pretty quickly.  The first morning the system went into effect, she stood in the hallway and yelled, "Papaw, is it red?" 

I absolutely do not blame Paul for needing that "alone" time.  There are times that I need a "Bella break" myself.  However, it made me think today how thankful I am that our heavenly Father never puts up a "do not disturb" sign that keeps us away from Him.  He is always and instantly available to us, even if we are not on our best behavior or are there asking Him the same "why" question for the fifteenth time.  He is endlessly patient in a way that we as human beings have a difficult time emulating.

Psalm 46:1 says,  "God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble." That sounds like a father who is there for us without hesitation.  There is no waiting area outside His throne room.

Psalm 125:18-19 tells us that " The Lord is near to all who call upon Him, To all who call upon Him in truth. He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him; He will also hear their cry and save them."  Our Abba is not far away and available by appointment only.  In the uncertain times that the world is experiencing right now, He is not silent, He is not absent. He is as close to you as the air you breathe. He knows, He cares, and He's never too preoccupied to listen to what is on your heart.  Don't forget to take advantage of that constant green light.

Being an Instrument

We often say that we desire to be an instrument in the hands of God - to do His will and to minister to others by yielding to the Holy Spirit and allowing Him to do His work through us.  Something about being an instrument was said in passing in church this morning and it started me thinking about musical instruments and how they might teach me something about being used by God for His purposes.

And do not present your members as instruments of unrighteousness to sin, but present yourselves to God as being alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness to God. (Romans 6:13)

An instrument doesn't function on its own.  It only fulfills its true purpose when it is the hands of a master.  When the right person is in control, the music that flows from the horn or the violin or the flute is beautiful and controlled and has an effect on the hearts and minds of those who hear it.  We may try to function on our own.  We can rely on what we know about God and what we have learned about ministering to go through the motions, but unless we are truly yielded to the Holy Spirit, our actions can be just meaningless religious activity.

An instrument must be in good condition to work as it should.  If it has been neglected, the notes won't be true or in tune. We must take care of our physical bodies as well as our spiritual health to be in a position to be ready to obey whatever directions we are given by God. We need to know His Word to be prepared to function as we should.

An instrument has a unique sound.  A composer uses the different tones in a variety of instruments to make one harmonious piece of music.  If all the sounds were the same, the richness of the composition would be lost. Instruments function in different ways.  Some bring their sound when they are struck, like a drum or a piano.  Others have air blown through them like a clarinet or a trombone.  Others yield their sound from the vibration of strings like a violin or a guitar.  In the same way, all of us have different gifts and talents and we are varied expressions of the love of God to others.  We need to appreciate the differences among us and to expect unity, but embrace the different ways we contribute.

Instruments can vary their sound depending on what the composer and the conductor require for a piece of music.  Notes may be played quietly or loudly.  The tempo of various pieces of music is quite different.  The pitch of the notes may be low bass notes or very high notes.  We need to look at the music that God has written for us in His Word and adjust our responses to what He has designed.  The Holy Spirit is our conductor, guiding us to exactly how He wants a situation to be handled at any given moment.

Sometimes an instrument plays a solo, while other times it combines its sound with many others to contribute to an orchestra of instruments working together toward the same goal.  In our lives, there may be times when God calls us to do something on our own, without the presence of other Christians, so we need to have mastery of the Word and be connected with God for ourselves to be obedient to that call.  Other times we are part of a team effort and must learn how to cooperate with our brothers and sisters to fulfill God's purpose.

An instrument left in its case and never removed to be played is a tragic waste of the material from which it is made.  So much potential is bottled up inside that enclosure when there is so much beauty to be created with its use.  If you aren't functioning in the kingdom you are creating a lost opportunity where there could be such joy generated.  Won't you consider unlocking the walls around yourself, tuning up your instrument and placing yourself in the hands of a true Virtuoso who can take your life and play the most beautiful, unique music for the rest of the world to hear?

Three Instructions

Life can be incredibly frustrating for all of us sometimes.  It can be especially so when you are a three-year-old, like my granddaughter, Bella. So much is out of her control.  Her family has spent the last couple of weekends at our house, as they often do, and on several occasions on those days, I would hear her cry or whimper about something that was going wrong in her little world.  It could be as simple as not being able to reach something she wanted or a toy not functioning as it should.

Instead of letting her fuss about the situation or quickly solving her problem for her, I tried to teach her the same thing I taught her father and her aunt when they were young. 

These were my simple words. "Don't cry, ask for help, solve the problem."  If I said them once, I said them 20 times over a period of just a few days.  I'd dry her tears, remind her to ask for assistance, and then together, we'd figure out what to do to take care of the issue.

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you may have noticed that it's been about six weeks since I posted anything.  There was no big crisis going on in my life.  I haven't been any busier than usual.  I'm not angry or depressed or sick or frustrated, yet I've just felt strangely disconnected - unable to hear from God.  With no insight from Him, there was no blog post to write on those Sundays. I didn't want to write out of my own mind - I try to only write from what God gives me.

Since I didn't understand why I was experiencing what I was going through, I just tried to ignore it and I distracted myself with my daily responsibilities and entertainments.  I was inwardly frustrated and whining, just like Bella.

After I'd repeated those words to her a handful of times, the Holy Spirit whispered to me, "Listen to your own advice!" What He was trying to tell me was that when I find myself in a situation I don't understand, a season that confuses me, that I should stop fussing about it, ask Him for help, and solve the problem.

I finally did that last Sunday morning.  Standing in a worship service, I breathed a prayer asking God to help me name what was happening in my life so I could stand against it, instead of trying to ignore it.  Just moments later, someone spoke a word over me assuring me that this time of dryness, of not being able to hear from God, was over - that very day. The emotional and mental issues that I hadn't even recognized in myself were touched and healed and a time of refreshing had come.

Psalm 34:18-19 says, "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all."

When those troubling times of confusion come, that's when the Lord is close to us.  We may be in the middle of a frustrating problem, but this scripture reminds us that the help we need is in God.  We need to shake off those tears and groans of whatever burden we are bearing, ask for help, and let the Holy Spirit lead us to the solution.