Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

6 Apr 2014

Journey's...end..in view..

Today, someone asked if my son's Christian school does anything special for Easter. 

Anything special? My initial response was to remind her to live Easter each day. But then, it made me think.

I have certainly seen some Easter specials in my life -
as a growing child, i had collected Easter eggs home to add to the family meal...and try to tell my mom about the good news of new life...
as a rookie pastor, i had my little church put out lilies, serve out eggs and pancakes..sing and tell             stories... while i preached a fiery message of new possibilities..
as a visitor to one of America's largest churches, I have seen a pageant complete with an angel suspended by high wire, real horses and a camel...


What is the big deal about Easter? Why am I even talking about it?


Because when we began, our goal was to drink in order to get to thisResurrection ! {click for reminder}

That's right, we were not drinking to get by. We are drinking to get somewhere. We are headed towards a vision God himself has etched within our souls, and we won't turn back until we reach it. Friends, we have found in this journey how great our thirst is! Thankfully, we have also found that the Well has not run dry.

Yet as I ponder her question: 'are you doing anything special for Easter?', I must say that for most of us, Easter is a time for the church to do something for us - remind us of great glorious truths, roll out some higher-than-usual octane programs.. pretti-fy the church with larger than usual blooms... and this only goes to prove on thing: Christians are in danger of no longer knowing the big deal that is Easter.
After all -

We skim meaning while we store up material goods.
We seek relief rather than learn the rhythms of rest.
We settle for vague improvements instead of hunger for sorting-our-life-out according to God's Word.
We strain for spiritual 'highs' and remain blind to sibling, parent, neighbour needing a clear picture of God's love.

These patterns of life does not predispose us to obey this simple word:

Remember Jesus Christ, risen form the dead, the offspring of David, as preached in my gospel *
~ 2 Timothy 2v8

How much, how often, how well, do -- we -- Remember?

And what are to remember? Jesus rose from the dead. In case we forget in our busy 365 days, the church has an entire season called Lent that culminates in Easter to help us remember. 

And, all of our lives are but a living out of what we remember.

What is it you remember? 
What is it you store in your heart and mind?

The next few days, ask the God of memories to show you what you remember, and perhaps what you need to forget.


And this --- what is it that you pour into the hearts and minds of others?


Drink today dear friend, the journey continues. 

As we remember Jesus, know that his journey took him through a valley, and to a Cross; and then it was quiet in a tomb -- before --  the Resurrection. 



*my gratitude to Ps John Piper for reminding me of this verse.




28 Aug 2012

dusty days

note:this is an OLD post but when i was labeling today, it jumped here!


Literal dust is what i fear these days. I am expecting a lot of it as the Indian chaps enter my home with (what? only ONE screwdriver?) and a pneumatic drill. So i have been on a back-breaking frenzy to cover everything thing up, bought and used up more masking tape than ever before in my life, shove everything that would fit into the other rooms..and, move all the human inhabitants away!


So here we are learning to live in Grace with in-laws, where i encounter more dust - this time of a different speci. This kind is aka memories and habits. The heart breaking work this time is to rein in my heart, soul and mind and maintan a posture of gratitude (we are in asylum here), and even as the Spirit reminded me, believe for new, better memories.


Finally, in a time of need, there is always that one person i long for: mom. But she is not physically available to me anymore.