Three months have passed since I underwent ACL replacement surgery on my knee. When I first talked to my specialist concerning the procedure, it was not without warning. "The surgery has a high success rate," the doctor said. "But the highest probability of re-rupture occurs at the three month mark. You're getting stronger, you're feeling good, and you overdo it. You need to do the things I tell you to do, and not do anything I tell you not to do." No problem, I said. With a clear conscience, I can say for the most part I have kept my word. I may be out of the woods, but a long road to full recovery stretches before me.
Recovery from knee surgery is similar to what happens when God heals broken parts of our lives. Maybe we think that because we have been forgiven, reconciled, and restored, we can pretty much do whatever we want! But that is far from reality. Suppose I hadn't been warned to take precautions concerning activities to do or to avoid, and all my specialist did was give me a new ligament? I certainly wouldn't want or even think to do painful exercises. Restoration can hurt! If I avoided important exercises, flexibility and strength would be poor, and no doubt I would engage in potentially dangerous activities for the healing ligament. My ligament was fixed in a matter of minutes, but I still need to daily take intentional, practical steps to benefit the healing process which can take a year!
God forgives sin and says, "Go and sin no more!" After Jesus healed a lame man John 5:14 tells us, "Afterward Jesus found him in the temple, and said to him, "See, you have been made well. Sin no more, lest a worse thing come upon you." Healing of the body matters little if the heart has not been transformed. When God has delivered our souls from sin and death, it matters how we choose to live. Are we avoiding sin and living righteously? If I use my leg however I want or feel at the moment, I run the risk of severely damaging the ligament. But if I use it in accordance with the recommendations of my specialist, strength will be restored and healing promoted. The Holy Spirit guides those who are born again and reconciled to God. God's Word is not a series of recommendations, but the words of life we do well to heed! As we live out our days, may we take the steps necessary for restoration!
07 November 2014
06 November 2014
In the Cool of the Day
On Thursday I volunteer for the Pyjama Foundation, a organisation that seeks to provide friendly mentoring and boost literacy for kids in foster care. Today was a bit strange, in that we did not read at all! It was a learning and growing time for me as a living parable played out before my eyes.
As I turned right at the roundabout, I saw two kids playing down by a creek. I suspected one of them was Nate (name changed), and upon entry to the home my thoughts were confirmed. We enjoy spending some of our time outdoors and I was early anyway, and after greeting everyone I headed outside. Yesterday it had rained heavily and the creek was higher than usual. The boys had noticed! Nate was skipping stones with a friend and for a while we threw rocks into the water. That didn't last for long. All that water and mud was simply too interesting, so the boys headed down for a closer look.
Nate and his mate hopped down into the waterway, only to bury their school shoes to their ankles in mud. This was very exciting, I mean, who could have expected that? Since they were muddy already, what was the harm in trying to wash off their shoes? For these boys, "cleaning" those shoes and socks was more of a novelty than a necessity. Besides, their shoes cleaned up so well (as long as you don't mind brown socks which once were white!), there was little motivation to stay out of the mud.
As they waded through the murky stream they were engrossed with their new environment. Pieces of broken glass were like discovered treasure, and discarded bits of wood became bridges. Then there was a vain attempt to build a dam to stop the flow of water. It was amusing seeing those two muddle around, trying to hold back the flow of water with a couple rocks and handfuls of sand. As time passed their clothes grew increasingly wet and muddy. "Do you think I should wear this shirt to school tomorrow? I can wear a jumper over it!" It wasn't long before they were trying to find the softest mud to sink into, and Nate sunk almost halfway to his knees. He slurped out of the mud with a laugh, amazed at the qualities of mud. My, who could have thought this could be so fun?
After about a half hour I told Nate it was time to head to the house and clean up so we could read and do some activities together. Nate started moving in my direction when suddenly his friend found a lizard, and they were on the hunt. It was a particularly aggressive lizard, the kind that runs away and hides in rocks when you walk closer to it. I was having a good time watching Nate have fun, and I wasn't going to make him do anything he didn't want to do. "Ben, Ben!" he would shout, and I walked closer to appreciate his latest discovery. Once it was a large drain pipe; another time it was a deep pool with slippery mud around the edges. Further upstream they travelled, finding more treasures and lizards among the sandstone rocks. It was lovely to hear the boys laughing and feel the cool afternoon breeze as it rustled through the gum trees.
I was suddenly reminded of when Adam walked with God in the cool of the day. There I was, pacing slowly back and forth, waiting for Nate. I was not in the least bit impatient. If Nate would rather play in the creek, I was fine with that. My time with him is a gift I rejoice to give because I am his friend. I was struck with an idea: how many times has God come to visit me with His presence and I was busy doing other things? To think that I could be like that little boy, running around trying to stop a flowing river with a rock and handfuls of sand! It was a sacred moment as I stood by a gum tree, watching those kids. There I was, and God was walking with me. He was talking with me. In the stillness of my heart I was blessed with the knowledge God visits His children who are precious in His eyes, even when they don't expect or call Him. He wants to spend time with us in mornings and evenings, and even if you happen to stand for an hour watching kids play in mud. Men's best efforts are about as useful as those distracted boy's attempts at building a dam out of sand, and they were beyond hopeless! I confessed sin and asked Him to cleanse me. The LORD knows I am no more clean or pure than those muddy, water-logged children in my flesh. This filth of this world sticks easily to us. I quietly sang a few songs of praise as I watched from a distance, drinking in my Saviour's love.
We never made it inside the house to read today, but it was a sweet time of fellowship with the LORD and good time spent with a couple of delightful boys. After I told Nate my time was up and I was heading off he said, "Boy am I going to be in trouble for this. I already have an early bedtime as it is!" He was a frightful sight. His face was streaked with mud, his once white shirt was half brown, his socks permanently stained, and his shoes were a disaster. "Well, what did you think would happen when you jumped in the mud?" "That's just the problem," he said with intensity, running over to jump in a dirty puddle. "I never think about what's going to happen later because I just think about having fun now!" Well said, Nate. Those are words even adults who try to stay out of the mud can learn from if taken to heart!
As I turned right at the roundabout, I saw two kids playing down by a creek. I suspected one of them was Nate (name changed), and upon entry to the home my thoughts were confirmed. We enjoy spending some of our time outdoors and I was early anyway, and after greeting everyone I headed outside. Yesterday it had rained heavily and the creek was higher than usual. The boys had noticed! Nate was skipping stones with a friend and for a while we threw rocks into the water. That didn't last for long. All that water and mud was simply too interesting, so the boys headed down for a closer look.
Nate and his mate hopped down into the waterway, only to bury their school shoes to their ankles in mud. This was very exciting, I mean, who could have expected that? Since they were muddy already, what was the harm in trying to wash off their shoes? For these boys, "cleaning" those shoes and socks was more of a novelty than a necessity. Besides, their shoes cleaned up so well (as long as you don't mind brown socks which once were white!), there was little motivation to stay out of the mud.
As they waded through the murky stream they were engrossed with their new environment. Pieces of broken glass were like discovered treasure, and discarded bits of wood became bridges. Then there was a vain attempt to build a dam to stop the flow of water. It was amusing seeing those two muddle around, trying to hold back the flow of water with a couple rocks and handfuls of sand. As time passed their clothes grew increasingly wet and muddy. "Do you think I should wear this shirt to school tomorrow? I can wear a jumper over it!" It wasn't long before they were trying to find the softest mud to sink into, and Nate sunk almost halfway to his knees. He slurped out of the mud with a laugh, amazed at the qualities of mud. My, who could have thought this could be so fun?
After about a half hour I told Nate it was time to head to the house and clean up so we could read and do some activities together. Nate started moving in my direction when suddenly his friend found a lizard, and they were on the hunt. It was a particularly aggressive lizard, the kind that runs away and hides in rocks when you walk closer to it. I was having a good time watching Nate have fun, and I wasn't going to make him do anything he didn't want to do. "Ben, Ben!" he would shout, and I walked closer to appreciate his latest discovery. Once it was a large drain pipe; another time it was a deep pool with slippery mud around the edges. Further upstream they travelled, finding more treasures and lizards among the sandstone rocks. It was lovely to hear the boys laughing and feel the cool afternoon breeze as it rustled through the gum trees.
I was suddenly reminded of when Adam walked with God in the cool of the day. There I was, pacing slowly back and forth, waiting for Nate. I was not in the least bit impatient. If Nate would rather play in the creek, I was fine with that. My time with him is a gift I rejoice to give because I am his friend. I was struck with an idea: how many times has God come to visit me with His presence and I was busy doing other things? To think that I could be like that little boy, running around trying to stop a flowing river with a rock and handfuls of sand! It was a sacred moment as I stood by a gum tree, watching those kids. There I was, and God was walking with me. He was talking with me. In the stillness of my heart I was blessed with the knowledge God visits His children who are precious in His eyes, even when they don't expect or call Him. He wants to spend time with us in mornings and evenings, and even if you happen to stand for an hour watching kids play in mud. Men's best efforts are about as useful as those distracted boy's attempts at building a dam out of sand, and they were beyond hopeless! I confessed sin and asked Him to cleanse me. The LORD knows I am no more clean or pure than those muddy, water-logged children in my flesh. This filth of this world sticks easily to us. I quietly sang a few songs of praise as I watched from a distance, drinking in my Saviour's love.
We never made it inside the house to read today, but it was a sweet time of fellowship with the LORD and good time spent with a couple of delightful boys. After I told Nate my time was up and I was heading off he said, "Boy am I going to be in trouble for this. I already have an early bedtime as it is!" He was a frightful sight. His face was streaked with mud, his once white shirt was half brown, his socks permanently stained, and his shoes were a disaster. "Well, what did you think would happen when you jumped in the mud?" "That's just the problem," he said with intensity, running over to jump in a dirty puddle. "I never think about what's going to happen later because I just think about having fun now!" Well said, Nate. Those are words even adults who try to stay out of the mud can learn from if taken to heart!
04 November 2014
Hearing God's Voice
God speaks to us in ways we may not expect. When we think of God speaking, perhaps we think of dreams, visions, or perhaps an audible voice from heaven. While God can certainly use any means to speak, a primary way which He speaks to us is through His Word, the Bible. Closely connected with the scripture is the presence of the Holy Spirit who dwells inside every Christian. Jesus says His sheep hear His voice, He knows His sheep, and we follow Him. The Holy Spirit enables us to understand what Jesus says and apply it personally to our lives. Instead of a booming, amplified voice from the sky, most often God speaks in His still, small voice.
God did not place the Holy Spirit in every believer for the sake of convenience. Instead of spelling out the future to us or speaking with an audible voice to satisfy our fleshly curiosity, God has wisely linked faith with the ministry of the Holy Spirit. Through Christ we have a firmer foundation than the fact we heard audible words or saw a heavenly vision. God is speaking: the question is, are we seeking Him and listening? God speaks to us way more than we credit Him for. Often we can know when God is speaking when it is something we do not expect. While we value directives, much of what He says is corrective. We ought to rejoice that God speaks to us, whether it is to call us, speak of future events, or correct us. What joy is ours even when God speaks to correct us!
The other day I enjoyed a conversation while driving with a mate. We both enjoyed the short, delightful discussion as we caught up with current events in our lives. After we parted ways, immediately a thought popped into my mind - and it was completely unrelated to my current line of thinking. "Your words in a part of that conversation were rude and unkind. Pull this car over, apologise, and ask for forgiveness." Thinking it over, I had to agree. There had been no offense, but I knew I had offended God by my words. I was trying to be funny, but God has shown me many times how humour can a masking agent which disguises sin's bitterness. Because this impression placed upon my heart was fully in line with God's Word, pointed out my sin, bid me repent, confess my faults, and ask for forgiveness, I knew it was God speaking directly to my heart. Through the Holy Spirit, the still, small voice of God speared my heart. After I pulled over and sent a text message admitting my sin and asking for forgiveness, what joy filled my soul! I rejoiced, for God had clearly spoken to me!
When God speaks to you, rejoice! Whether His words are predictive, instructive, comforting, corrective, a rebuke, or thought provoking question, choose to delight in heeding and obeying His voice in faith. Thank God that He is the God who sees and speaks!
God did not place the Holy Spirit in every believer for the sake of convenience. Instead of spelling out the future to us or speaking with an audible voice to satisfy our fleshly curiosity, God has wisely linked faith with the ministry of the Holy Spirit. Through Christ we have a firmer foundation than the fact we heard audible words or saw a heavenly vision. God is speaking: the question is, are we seeking Him and listening? God speaks to us way more than we credit Him for. Often we can know when God is speaking when it is something we do not expect. While we value directives, much of what He says is corrective. We ought to rejoice that God speaks to us, whether it is to call us, speak of future events, or correct us. What joy is ours even when God speaks to correct us!
The other day I enjoyed a conversation while driving with a mate. We both enjoyed the short, delightful discussion as we caught up with current events in our lives. After we parted ways, immediately a thought popped into my mind - and it was completely unrelated to my current line of thinking. "Your words in a part of that conversation were rude and unkind. Pull this car over, apologise, and ask for forgiveness." Thinking it over, I had to agree. There had been no offense, but I knew I had offended God by my words. I was trying to be funny, but God has shown me many times how humour can a masking agent which disguises sin's bitterness. Because this impression placed upon my heart was fully in line with God's Word, pointed out my sin, bid me repent, confess my faults, and ask for forgiveness, I knew it was God speaking directly to my heart. Through the Holy Spirit, the still, small voice of God speared my heart. After I pulled over and sent a text message admitting my sin and asking for forgiveness, what joy filled my soul! I rejoiced, for God had clearly spoken to me!
When God speaks to you, rejoice! Whether His words are predictive, instructive, comforting, corrective, a rebuke, or thought provoking question, choose to delight in heeding and obeying His voice in faith. Thank God that He is the God who sees and speaks!
03 November 2014
A Dignified Death
Lately it seems there has been an uptick in talk over assisted suicide, deemed by some as "death with dignity." To me, there is nothing "dignified" about death, nor is there dignity in the foreknowledge of it. Whether someone dies of old age, in an accident, by a self-inflicted gunshot wound, or through drugs ingested or injected, the spectre of death remains hideous. The Bible teaches death entered the world through sin. The fact our bodies die shows we are indeed infected with sin in a fallen world. The soul that sins shall surely die and face eternal torment and separation from the God who loves all. God will someday kill Death forever by casting it into a lake of fire (Revelation 20:14).
"Dignity" is defined in The American Heritage Dictionary as, "1) The quality or state of being worthy of esteem or respect; 2) to raise the status of something unworthy or lowly, make honourable." Planning your death secretly or publicly does nothing to make death itself more worthy, nor does a lack of physical pain afford person honour. Many honourable men and women have died, and in many cases the circumstances of their deaths are noteworthy as they provided proof of their character, love, and sacrifice for others. Years ago I learned the story of Ordinary Seaman Edward Sheean. His extraordinary valour, bravery, and sacrifice deserves remembrance. At the cost of his own life, he fought to his end to save his fellow soldiers. When our lives are used to the end for the glory of God and the good of others, it is a dignified expense. Yet our greatest sacrifices are a mere shadow of what Jesus Christ did on the cross for us sinners.
Romans 5:6-8 says, "For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. 7 For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet perhaps for a good man someone would even dare to die. 8 But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." Jesus died on the cross in a dignified manner because He sacrificed Himself for the salvation of others. His entire life was and continues to be a testimony of everlasting love, compassion, mercy, and grace. Jesus died the most humiliating, excruciating, and horrific death imaginable for the sake of sinners - most of whom have mocked and slandered Him to this day. He did not avoid pain or suffering, but embraced it so He might redeem us, become one with us, and hold us in His arms in heaven. He paid a price no one could ever pay for themselves, and He rejoiced to do it.
No one dies on their own terms. They die because they must, even if they willingly choose to expedite the process. The immortal, righteous God laid down His life so all who repent and trust in Him can live. He defeated death, rose from the grave, and bids all to deny ourselves, take up our cross, and follow Him. Apart from Christ all face the second death, far more sinister than our minds can fathom - unspeakable pain, suffering, and torment forever without intermission. But Jesus has made a way to overcome the power of sin and death through faith in Him. John 11:25-26 says, "Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. 26 And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?" Our answer to this question will be revealed not by words alone, but by our lives.
I do not know the day, means, or circumstances of my future death (I am a sinner and deserving of death) - but I know the One who kills and makes alive. He has given all the opportunity to live a worthy, honourable, dignified life every day for His glory and in service to others. The death of my body will be a fleeting moment in eternity, and it is not my focal point to "die well." In Christ we are called to die daily as a sacrifice for others, and in this God is glorified. There is nothing more honourable than honouring the worthy God and bowing our hearts before our exalted Saviour. That is a truly diginfied death.
"Dignity" is defined in The American Heritage Dictionary as, "1) The quality or state of being worthy of esteem or respect; 2) to raise the status of something unworthy or lowly, make honourable." Planning your death secretly or publicly does nothing to make death itself more worthy, nor does a lack of physical pain afford person honour. Many honourable men and women have died, and in many cases the circumstances of their deaths are noteworthy as they provided proof of their character, love, and sacrifice for others. Years ago I learned the story of Ordinary Seaman Edward Sheean. His extraordinary valour, bravery, and sacrifice deserves remembrance. At the cost of his own life, he fought to his end to save his fellow soldiers. When our lives are used to the end for the glory of God and the good of others, it is a dignified expense. Yet our greatest sacrifices are a mere shadow of what Jesus Christ did on the cross for us sinners.
Romans 5:6-8 says, "For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. 7 For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet perhaps for a good man someone would even dare to die. 8 But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." Jesus died on the cross in a dignified manner because He sacrificed Himself for the salvation of others. His entire life was and continues to be a testimony of everlasting love, compassion, mercy, and grace. Jesus died the most humiliating, excruciating, and horrific death imaginable for the sake of sinners - most of whom have mocked and slandered Him to this day. He did not avoid pain or suffering, but embraced it so He might redeem us, become one with us, and hold us in His arms in heaven. He paid a price no one could ever pay for themselves, and He rejoiced to do it.
No one dies on their own terms. They die because they must, even if they willingly choose to expedite the process. The immortal, righteous God laid down His life so all who repent and trust in Him can live. He defeated death, rose from the grave, and bids all to deny ourselves, take up our cross, and follow Him. Apart from Christ all face the second death, far more sinister than our minds can fathom - unspeakable pain, suffering, and torment forever without intermission. But Jesus has made a way to overcome the power of sin and death through faith in Him. John 11:25-26 says, "Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. 26 And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?" Our answer to this question will be revealed not by words alone, but by our lives.
I do not know the day, means, or circumstances of my future death (I am a sinner and deserving of death) - but I know the One who kills and makes alive. He has given all the opportunity to live a worthy, honourable, dignified life every day for His glory and in service to others. The death of my body will be a fleeting moment in eternity, and it is not my focal point to "die well." In Christ we are called to die daily as a sacrifice for others, and in this God is glorified. There is nothing more honourable than honouring the worthy God and bowing our hearts before our exalted Saviour. That is a truly diginfied death.
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