Posts Tagged ‘faith’

A Costly Yes

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

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Harlot!  The word probably rang through Mary’s soul with such force she involuntarily shivered. She wasn’t one, in fact she couldn’t have been further from one, but that is not what other people would think. I can see her running her hands through her long dark hair and straightening her headpiece trying to calm her nerves. Did he really say I would be with child—God’s child? 

I can see Mary backing herself into a chair, running her hand down her face—not in disbelief, but in shock at what just occurred. God knocked on her door, and she answered. She didn’t even really think about it, her decision came naturally—almost as if instinct took over where emotion went numb.    

Once Gabriel left her presence, she had time to sit and ponder the things she just beheld. In just a few months her belly would bulge, and all of Nazareth would know this girl with the child growing inside of her was not married. The world was under the impression there was only one way to make a baby—only Mary and God knew there were really two.

Yes, the Jews had been looking for their Messiah for years, but they would never believe He would come through the womb of a poor girl from a low-class town.  No, the King of the world would not be born into poverty—common sense said there was no way. Ah, but Gabriel said something different and he was sent from God.

The penalty in those days for pre-marital pregnancy was being stoned to death.  Mary knew that when she agreed to be part of God’s plan. What we most often fail to realize is Mary had a choice in this whole matter. Gabriel’s words to Mary did not come in the form of a command—she had to agree to the divine offer. Mary submitted to the will of God out of obedience and out of her own free will. 

She could have said no. She could have scoffed at the offer or cowered in fear. She could have told Gabriel she would “pray about it,” and he needed to come back later. But Mary did none of those things. Mary only said yes. Now I am not saying we should always instantly say yes to ministry opportunities that arise. Some matters require prayerful consideration before decisions can be made. But other times there is no question—God is in it and we need to act.   

Mary was asked to relinquish her reputation, her honor and her very life if needed in order to answer God’s call. Think about that for a second.  Mary—who was a virgin—was asked to take on a role that would cause many to think of her as loose in her morals and worthy of death.  Insults would fly every time she stepped outside and the baby—after He was born—would be forced to endure accusations He was illegitimate. 

Would you relinquish your reputation, your honor and your life to answer the call of God? Many of us flinch when God requires something far smaller from us.

Mary’s response to God’s call for her should stand as a perfect example for those of us who are seeking to obey God in our lives today. She didn’t know all His plan would entail, she didn’t know how He would pull it off, she didn’t know what would become of her in the process—she only knew what it would cost her to obey and she didn’t waiver for even a minute. She couldn’t foresee all the blessings—she could only see the bottom line. Often, it is the same with us.     

Other people may not—and probably will not—understand the call God has on your life. Sometimes you will be asked to do things that seem crazy to other people, and you will be asked to put your all out there on the line. Just look at Mary. She had nothing going for her in the deal she made with God—except a promise no one could see but her. 

A simple yes was all it took from the mouth of Mary for God to send a Savior to the world. There is no telling what a simple yes from your mouth will do today. 

Excerpt taken from God Called a Girl. To purchase a copy click here.

Faith It Until You Feel It

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

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“Faith it until you feel it.”

Now, before you quickly shut your browser or click away from my blog because you think I’m selling a useless brand of Christian fluff let me explain why that statement by my pastor is actually full of sound biblical advice.

He used that statement in the context of worship. He was preaching out of Psalm 100 and he was exploring the exorbitant display of worship that the psalmist was calling all of us to.

I don’t know about you, but things like shouting for joy, possessing gladness, singing joyful songs and offering prayers of thanksgiving can be difficult for me when life gets hard, my way grows dark and God doesn’t do what I want Him too. It’s much easier to shuffle into church, put my head down and mumble my way through the songs.

Or, if my heart has been really sliced and diced recently I might not even sing at all. During some seasons it’s all I can do to get to church and sitting in broken silence is the best I can offer.

That’s not the correct response to being in the presence of the one true God. When we examine who God really is (the creator of the universe) and what He has done for us (forgiven us of our sins even though we keep sinning, and provided salvation to us) the correct response is a hands raised, voices elevated worship fest.

But we are a fickle people and when we don’t feel like worshipping excessively we don’t. We reserve those moments of overflowing adoration for times when our senses are heightened and our emotions are overwhelmed.

Psalm 100 isn’t a suggestion for how to worship on our best days. It’s a command to worship God fully every day. That’s where the aforementioned controversial statement comes in.

Faith it until you feel it.

That means you worship the Lord for who the Bible says He is even when your circumstances cloud your perspective and He doesn’t seem like He’s coming through for you. When healing is withheld from a loved one, you can worship Him as the healer even though you don’t feel like He is.

If money is tight and you are worried about paying your next bill you can still praise Him for being your provider because that’s what the Bible says He is. You can raise your hands to God Almighty even when you are facing the biggest defeat of your life because that’s the name the Bible gives Him.

Ephesians 2:8 says we are saved by grace through faith not by grace through feelings. So when you are broken and your life is hard you may need to apply the “faith it until you feel it” mentality to your worship. Praise God for who He is and not just who you perceive Him to be in that moment.

Your tragedy, your trial, will not last forever. One day there will be a breakthrough. Then you will feel joy again. Worshiping with hands raised and your voice lifted up will come naturally. But until then, worship God lavishly through faith.

Not because you feel like it. But because it’s what He deserves.

Air Hockey & How God Views Me

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

airhockeyAbout a year ago I played air hockey with my friend’s two-year-old son. He stood on a chair so he was tall enough to reach the table. The sound of the electronic air fascinated him and he laid his blonde head on the table with his ear down just to hear the hum. But just as much as he was intrigued by the table, he enjoyed the actual game. For a toddler, he was a fierce competitor.

He’d zing the puck toward me and I’d tap it to him trying not to make a goal. Whenever he has an especially nice hit he’d punctuate it with, “Whoa! Dat’s fast!” After about 15 minutes of play I was growing tired, so I decided to let him win. When the puck came sailing down the table and stopped just short of the goal I tapped it in and victoriously shouted, “Yeah! One point for Carter!”

He wasn’t buying it. “Hey!” He yelled in a tone that implied what I’d done wasn’t fair. Thinking he’d let it go if I didn’t address the issue I sent the puck back toward him. With a michevious look on his face he tapped it in the goal and exclaimed, “Yeah! One point for Shannon!”

I was stunned. Quickly I looked around to see if anyone else noticed what just happened. Carter and I were the only ones by the table. So, I smiled at him and kept playing. No more favors. Carter wanted to win on his own.

When I got home that night I began to think about Carter’s cute antics and what they said about me. I’m a person who likes to play fair. Don’t give me a handout. I want to earn the prize myself. Now, that’s not a bad thing when it comes to work ethic. But it could be detramental if it becomes the way I view my relationship with God.

Although I’ve been a Christian for years and know it isn’t true, I feel like God loves me more on days when I’m working harder and doing more for Him. Sometimes I feel like I’m trying to prove my maturity, or that I deserve to be counted among the saints who will enter the gates of heaven. If I have more I can point to I feel safe.

During seasons of life where my acts of obedience and service are less obvious, or when God calls me to rest for what’s next, I fell like Carter did when I hit the puck in the goal for him–like I’m not doing enough. Like the prize really isn’t mine.

Although obedience is an integral part of the Christian life, the truth is God loves us even on days when we blow it. Even on our best days heaven isn’t earned by our efforts. As Christians we’ve got to get rid of our tendency to try to earn our own worth or prove our value to God.

Romans 4:5 says, “But to him who does not work but believes on Him who justifies the ungodly, his faith is accounted for righteousness.”

Righteousness does not come through works. It comes by grace through faith. Unearned. Even on our bad days. Want proof that God still sees us as righteous on our bad days?

Proverbs 24:16 says, “For a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again…”

Falling. Failing. Blowing it. Whatever you want to call it the righteous man is doing it yet God still counts him as righteous. How is that possible? Our righteous standing is not determined by what we do. It’s determined by what Christ has already done.

So, do yourself a favor. Stop trying to make life fair. Stop trying to earn your own righteousness. Recognize that the only way you’re getting into heaven is with a free pass. Let your obedience be an outpouring of love and not a process of trying to earn your own way.

At the air hockey table of life, today is a day in which we can all exclaim, “Yeah! One point for me!” Even if we didn’t bring our best game.

Salon Blonde Christianity

Monday, September 7th, 2009

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Two years ago I made a life altering decision. I changed my hair color. A natural brunette, I spent thirteen years dying my hair blonde before I decided I wanted a change. Without discussing it with anyone else I waltzed into the hair salon with a photo of Kate Walsh and asked my hairstylist, Liz, to make me a redhead. She studied the picture, blinked twice and jumped in. I left the salon looking—and feeling—like a new person.

 The reaction was mixed. Some people loved my red hair. A few hated it. Most had a hard time adjusting. It was just so different. I went from being the status quo, Southern California, blonde to being a vibrant redhead. That was unsettling to those who only knew me as a blonde.

It wasn’t long before I realized people have similar perceptions about faith… 

To read the rest of this post, visit me over at the She Seeks website. I’ll be guest blogging over there every now and then. It’s a great site aimed at Christian women between the ages of 19-29. You’ll love it.

And, rumor has it, if you come visit me this week you can enter a contest to win some very fun prizes! So, stop by and leave a comment. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Book Review: The Shape of Mercy

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

mercyWhile at the She Speaks conference a few weeks ago, I was given a copy of Susan Meissner’s The Shape of Mercy for joining  the new She Reads book club.

I had heard great things about the book and wanted to read it for quite some time, so I was thrilled to be given my very own copy. It was literally difficult for me to put this book down.

College sophomore, Lauren Durough lives a privileged life and comes from a wealthy Southern California family. She doesn’t need a job, but desires to prove to her success-driven father that she is more than a trust fund diva. When a lavender slip of paper with a hand written job ad on it catches her eye in the English department, this story is set in motion.

Abigail Boyles, an 83-year-old retired librarian and wealthy heiress herself, is seeking an assistant to transcribe the 300-year-old diary of one of her ancestors who was wrongly accused and convicted in the Salem witch trials. Something about Lauren strikes Abigail right away and Lauren is offered the job.

As Lauren begins transcribing the story of Mercy Hayworth she begins to questions her own prejudices and selfishness, and she becomes haunted by thoughts of this young woman who was robbed on the fullness of life.

Oddly, Lauren’s complicated relationships with her roommate Clarissa and good looking guy named Raul begin to intertwine with events unfolding in Mercy’s story. All of this happens under the watchful eye of Abigail who knows more than she lets on, and is holding secrets no one suspects.   

A perfect blend of historical and contemporary fiction, The Shape of Mercy challenges readers to identify their own prejudices, snap judgments and relational weaknesses. It speaks loudly to the power of selfless love, even among conflicted hearts in less than ideal circumstances.

The Shape of Mercy is a Christian book, although it doesn’t preach. Instead, it intertwines the lives of three women from different generations as each of them seeks to find out who she is, who she is willing to love, what’s important to her and what type of legacy she wants to leave behind. Whether you prefer historical or contemporary fiction, this book will appeal to you.

I found myself thinking through the themes of this book long after I put it down. I’m a better person for knowing Lauren, Abigail and Mercy even though our time together was brief.

 I give this book 5 stars. You can purchase it here.

The 50% Factor

Friday, August 21st, 2009

fiftypercentThe other night I was reading my Bible and I came across something that really struck me in Numbers 13.

Here’s the setup. The children of Israel have been wandering in the dessert for quite some time now. They’ve seen the parting of the Red Sea, they’ve experienced manna (and even quail) from heaven and they’ve weathered the embarrassment that was the golden calf.

These people have seen God do great things for them, and they’ve witnessed the fiery anger that comes when they don’t take God at His word. And in Numbers 13:2 God speaks to Moses saying: “Send men to spy out the land of Canaan, which I am giving to the children of Israel…” (Emphasis mine).

So, Moses sends one man from each of the twelve tribes as God commanded. These men spend forty days scoping out the land of Canaan (otherwise known as the Promised Land), and they come back with a report.

In Numbers 13:27 the spies hold up large ripe fruit and say, “We went to the land where you sent us. It truly flows with milk and honey, and this is its fruit.” Translation: “What God said about this place is true.”

But in verses 28-31 they follow that statement up with: “Nevertheless the people who dwell in the land are strong…we are not able to go up against the people, for they are stronger than we.” Translation: “But God was wrong about promising us this land. He can’t give it to us, it’s inhabited by giants.”

Thus, the people ended up with 50% faith. Their train of thought went something like this: “What God said about this land is true. But what He said about it being ours was wrong. Therefore God was only 50% right.”

And God got angry. Why did He get angry? The answer is found in Numbers 14:21 partway through His speech to Moses. “…but truly as I live, all the earth shall be filled with the glory of the LORD,” God said.

The people’s 50% faith angered God because it robbed Him of His glory. You see, it’s impossible to believe that God is who He says He is while simultaneously believing that God cannot (or will not) do what He says He is going to do. That type of paradox of belief strips God of His glory and dumbs Him down to being nothing more than a dreamer or an idealist or even worse—a liar.

Faith honors God, and God honors faith. But 50% faith will never do.

What percentage of faith would you say you have? Are you able to take God at His word or do you tend to be a doubter? If you doubt, why do you think you do? Do you think it’s possible to believe in God without believing God? Why or Why not?