Showing posts with label Scripture Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scripture Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sunday Worship

Worshiping Him with Psalms today. Happy Sunday to you and yours. 

Let everything that has breath praise the LORD!


source

Psalms 8:1 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens.


source

Psalms 29:2 Ascribe to the LORD the glory due his name; worship the LORD in the splendor of holiness.


source



Psalms 95:6 Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the LORD, our Maker!




Psalms 99:5 Exalt the LORD our God; worship at his footstool! Holy is he!


source


Psalms 100:4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name!



source

Psalms 59:16 But I will sing of your strength; I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning. For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress.




Psalms 63:3-4 The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.



Psalms 150 Praise the LORD! Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens! Praise him for his mighty deeds; praise him according to his excellent greatness! Praise him with trumpet sound; praise him with lute and harp! Praise him with tambourine and dance; praise him with strings and pipe! Praise him with sounding cymbals; praise him with loud clashing cymbals! Let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Praise the LORD!

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Learning to Love

 

I rise up every morning, my small, flawed mind harboring plans and goals...a mental list of things I'd like to get done. Order feels good and crossing things off a list feels good. Success feels good.

Thursday afternoon, on the first day of a cold, Peter had an asthma attack. Two others occurred over the past couple months but they were mild and this one wasn't. I decided we couldn't go to sleep with his nostrils flaring and his belly doing the breathing work, so at 11:00 PM we went to the ER for a breathing treatment.

At 2:00 AM we were still there, both exhausted. I needed to read over the Sonlight notebook for the upcoming start of school, not watch my son's breathing as though it were a new hobby. I also needed sleep.

A detour in my day. Frustration rising.

Next day, Miss Beth wouldn't poop and kept going off to hide in fear, making her situation worse. Stubbornly, she doesn't drink enough which leads to harder poops, which leads to a fear of pooping. Unpleasant and time-consuming, I hate the whole matter.

I sat at the potty with her, encouraging. For half an hour. She wouldn't drink what I offered and kept avoiding the inevitable.

After twenty minutes with her, I stewed and lost the will to sing songs and do finger rhymes. I had to read that Sonlight notebook, still. And I was a day behind in laundry.

A detour in my day. Frustration rising.

Lexi, our neighborhood friend, kept coming to the door. I had sick kids and piled up chores and that notebook still needed reading. Two other neighbors recently rejected her, not letting her even in their yard. She is the least of these, in so many eyes, because of her annoying qualities. Once a couple of months ago she told me we were the only people who liked her, who would let her in our house to eat and play. "You guys are the best", she even said that day.

Thinking about it now makes my heart ache.

I told her I had sick kids and maybe tomorrow.

Mine had colds, but were they too sick to play? Probably not but I wanted an excuse.

But this is Lexi of whom I speak.

Lexi, who wants her way and drives hard for it. She kept coming back again and again and I had to go back to the door to give her the broken record. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, the Holy Spirit spoke her need for love. But I couldn't be bothered to listen just then.

A detour in my day. Frustration rising.

Beth went off to hide again and I brought her back to the potty to try again. About the last place I wanted to be...doing the last thing I wanted to do.

But the Lord beckoned my heart. Don't wish this moment away...for this is my moment and this is my child. And your schedule? It means nothing to me.

Let me lead, child. Just let me lead. Frustration? It arises when you don't get your own way.

And I repented right then and there.

I looked into my daughter's beautiful, tired eyes. Really looked and searched her, like He wanted me to.

She needs your unconditional love, even when it's not convenient. That's what the Holy Spirit told my guilty heart.

"I love you so much, Beth. Mommy loves you so much! I'm happy to be here with you and I'm so sorry for my impatience. I'm sorry you're struggling so much, Honey."

And those words? She needed them. She needed me, fully present, living the moment as though it were sacred. Without my head full of things I wanted to do.

I am a flawed, selfish mother.

But He thinks there's hope for me yet. He never gives up.

I'm so grateful for another chance...to love in His name.

We love because he first loved us. 1 John 4:19

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Something About Jonah, Part 1





This week at the dinner table we read the Book of Jonah. I found it so intriguing, mostly because of the bizarre ending, that I also studied it during my personal devotional times. I'd like to go through it together here, as well (four chapters total).

Unlike most of the prophet books, this one focuses almost entirely on Jonah the man, rather than on his ministry. He prophesied about seventy-five years after the prophet Elisha, to the twelve Northern Tribes called Israel, at a time when Israel was regaining some of its power and prosperity.



After Jeroboam II came to power the nation of Israel began to flourish. Several successful wars were fought, defeating Syria, Moab and Ammon, thereby bringing great wealth to the nation.

Jeroboam II followed the evil ways of his father, Jeroboam I, in continuing the idolatrous worship of the golden calves. Worship of God occurred too, at Dan, Bethel, Gilgal, and Beersheba, but the Prophet Amos, a contemporary of Jonah, declared these vain ritual acts devoid of any righteous intent. At the time of Jonah the Northern Kingdom was 100 years into idolatry

Jonah 1

1 The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai: 2 “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.”

What God was asking here? No small order. Nineveh (capital of Assyria) was Israel's worst enemy at the time. It was a grotesquely wicked nation, guilty of horrific war crimes against Israel. All of Israel wanted justice against Ninevah--their enemy destroyed at the hands of their righteous God.

3 But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish . He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord.


Tarshish was probably Spain, a land as far away from Ninevah as possible--the end of the known world at the time. Paying the fare and leaving his family were great sacrifices, obviously. We will come to find out later that Jonah feared Ninevah would repent, and that the Lord, full of compassion and abiding in love, would have mercy on them and spare them. This wild mercy? Instead of total destruction? It didn't sit well with Jonah, to say the least. He was willing to resign from the ministry and leave his family and friends--give up everything--to prevent God's mercy.

What a piece of work...right? A total jerk. Who runs from God's assignments? And who has a heart so hard? You and I and all of mankind. We are all Jonahs. 

4 Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. 5 All the sailors were afraid and each cried out to his own god. And they threw the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship.


But Jonah had gone below deck, where he lay down and fell into a deep sleep. 6 The captain went to him and said, “How can you sleep? Get up and call on your god! Maybe he will take notice of us so that we will not perish.”

This storm?  It was the first miracle in the Book of Jonah. The sailors, all professionals, had never seen anything like it. It struck fear into their hearts and they knew it had to come from some angry god.

7 Then the sailors said to each other, “Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity.” They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah. 8 So they asked him, “Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What kind of work do you do? Where do you come from? What is your country? From what people are you?”


Casting lots was a pagan custom. Miracle number two--the lot fell on Jonah.


9 He answered, “I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land. ”


10 This terrified them and they asked, “What have you done?” (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.)


11 The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?”

12 “Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.”


Jonah, about this time, felt his own death inevitable. His angry Lord's judgement? Imminent, so why drag the sailors down with him? While he had no mercy for the 120,000 pagans in Ninevah, for these few pagans, he did.

13 Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. 14 Then they cried out to the Lord, “Please, Lord, do not let us die for taking this man’s life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, Lord, have done as you pleased.” 15 Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. 16 At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows to him.


Who comes out better here? The prophet, a man of God who, unlike most of mankind, actually gets to talk to the One, True, Living God? Or the pagan sailors? Sadly, the pagan sailors, who had mercy on Jonah for as long as they could. Instead of immediately throwing him over, they did their best to row back to land. Contrast their mercy, as pagans, with Jonah's heart toward Nineveh.

17 Now the Lord provided a huge fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights.

Where else in the Bible do we hear of three days and three nights? 

Matthew 12:38-40

Then some of the Pharisees and teachers of the law said to him, “Teacher, we want to see a sign from you.”

39 He answered, “A wicked and adulterous generation asks for a sign! But none will be given it except the sign of the prophet Jonah. 40 For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish, so the Son of Man will be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.


Many Bible scholars believe Jonah actually died in the fish, and that the Lord brought him back to life. Some claim the fish was a whale, while others, who remind us that whales can't open their mouths that wide, believe it was a large fish. I believe it was miracle number 3. God fashioned the fish especially for Jonah's salvation. 


My Lord? He didn't need to find an existing animal for his task. He is the Almighty, Living God, who created all. He needed a special fish on demand? No problem. Sometimes Bible scholars need to get their heads out of their books and put their eyes on God, who walks on water, opens vast seas, makes water appear from rocks, heals the sick and the crippled, rains manna in the desert, makes all things new, and conquers death!


Join me next week for Jonah 2 and 3.



Linking with my new friend Wendy today, who lives in Scotland, UK. 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Scripture Sunday





My Mary, age 5, enjoying a nature center presentation on amphibians and reptiles.



But ask the animals, and they will teach you;
the birds of the air, and they will tell you;
ask the plants of the earth, and they will teach you;
and the fish of the sea will declare to you.
Who among all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this?
In his hand is the life of every living thing
and the breath of every human being.

- Job 12, 7 - 10