Location: Surprise! Indianapolis airport, about 3:15pm on the 14th of May.
Are you wondering why I am not in Europe? Because I am abundantly blessed!
Yesterday, I posted blog information saying I was en route to Europe, and I was. But at the last minute, I gave up my seat and never left Indianapolis. Now I am scheduled to fly out in a few moments, unless God has different plans.
You have heard me boast in the Lord about His provision. Let me do so again! Here are some of the blessings I received with the "delay":
An extra day with Mom and Dad
A flight voucher
An opportunity to see friends at a former workplace on the Westside
An opportunity to see my mentor and his family, and to introduce my mom to their new baby
An opportunity to visit for the first time a new restaurant owned by friends
A second chance at an on-time flight (yesterday's was so late I probably would have missed my connection!)
Another opportunity to play my guitar that I am sadly leaving behind with my gigantic song collection
An opportunity to re-evaluate my packing, with which I had been unsatisfied
Why did I re-evaluate my packing? Well, usually I travel as lightly as possible. This time, knowing I would be gone for a length of time, I took some luxuries. Yet my baggage was a bear, and so today I trimmed it down. I lost nearly ten pounds overnight! Unfortunately, my cowboy boots are no longer with me; neither are some of the tools I had packed. But Levi made the cut today, so I again have my trusty traveling puppet to keep Alfred (my backpack) company.
As I was coming to the airport, mom and I were talking about how the disciples LEFT EVERYTHING to follow Jesus. They did not even take one suitcase! She did not know that I had been thinking about that earlier today, that I trust the Lord enough to fly to Romania without ANY luggage, and how nice that would be! As I was praying about all this, the Lord reminded me that He did not bless me so abundantly to carry it all with me, but that He did so to remind me that He will continue to bless me in the future. I do not need to haul my "riches" with me; His Spirit goes before me and knows my needs and my desires.
Do you ever carry extra "baggage" in life because deep down you do not trust God to care for you? Do you look like the American traveler bouncing through airports and down sidewalks with ridiculous amounts of baggage for a weekend trip? There is a good place for you to leave behind that baggage. There, at the cross. There is a sign above it that says the King of the Jews. A God-man was crucified on it so that you could let His Spirit live in you freely. Imagine winning a paid-vacation at a Carribean resort, with everything provided for you. You travel WITH NO LUGGAGE and arrive in an exotic hotel, finding clothes of your size, your favorite foods, toiletries, books by your preferred authors, your favorite music, and everything else you need, already there and waiting for you, free for you to use and enjoy.
That is how life in the Spirit is. Free! Sure, there are challenges, and some of them quite difficult! But they are always easier to deal with when you are not carrying your own baggage. If you never have, let the Lord set you free. Drop your baggage at the foot of the cross, and invite Him to live in you, surrendering completely to His kind and generous love. Stop trying to do it by yourself; you look ridiculous.
My bags are still heavy. But now I am satisfied, knowing I can manage them. The Lord has prepared me for what lies ahead; I trust Him, and I am free to face whatever today or tomorrow may bring!
I give thanks to the Lord, for He is good!
This blog is your opportunity to travel with me wherever I am in the world, during both the mundane and exciting moments of life that I humbly recognize as holy. As I bare my life to you, may your reading take you beyond my words to the Word, beyond my life to the Life, beyond the chaos to the Truth, and beyond teachings to the Teacher--the Rabboni. I promise it will be an adventure, and by the end, may you, too, truly know the Way!
A Rose From Home
My Story (As prepared for my church congregation this spring--2009)
I have a story to tell you. I am the main character, but the story is not about me. I have traveled several parts of the world, but my adventure has been closer to home. I am twenty-six years old. My story begins like many of yours…
I grew up going to church. I had been born into a family who labeled themselves “Christian,” in a country that labels itself “Christian.” Every Sunday found me attending a worship service and Sunday school in a mainline denomination church. I served as an acolyte, attended Vacation Bible School, helped my dad count and record the offering money, sang in the youth choir, was a leader in the youth group, and occasionally served as liturgist. Baptized as an infant, I was confirmed at the age of twelve, thus becoming an “official” member of the church. Then, hurt by the church, my family left to find another.
Have you ever been hurt by the Church?
After months of searching, we settled into a very large independent church. Things were different there, and I was quickly welcomed and at home among new friends that truly had a passion for Jesus. The Word of God was taught boldly from the pulpit, and I was introduced to a missions-aware lifestyle. So it was with regret that I said goodbye only a couple of years later to move with my family to another church. I purposely remained aloof, not wanting to make new friendships before I left for college a year later. Besides, I was loosing my faith—or so I thought—and I didn’t want anyone to know. I was asking scary questions like “Is there really a God?” and, if so, “Is He the Christian God?” and “Would I be Christian if I had been born in another part of the world?”
Have you ever asked yourself unsettling questions about what you believe?
So I headed into college under a cloud of confusion that only worsened for the next two years. Though I didn’t know what I believed anymore, I continued to go to church every Sunday, and to help lead worship in chapel. Most importantly, even during this questioning, I continued my morning habit of daily study of the Bible. I had begun at age twelve, reading at first a chapter per day, then ten minutes each morning, then an half-hour, and so on. So, only by the grace of the very God I doubted, I remained anchored in His Word and in His community, though I felt like a fake most of the time. Since then I have learned that “fake” is the worst insult the world can give us; that is why the label of “hypocrite” is so offensive.
Have you ever felt like a fake?
Six weeks with missionaries in South Africa followed by a year in France began to teach me what life with God is all about. I began rebuilding my faith, this time it belonged to me, in contrast to me borrowing the faith of my parents, church, or anyone else. In my parent’s basement in 2003, on either Christmas Eve or New Year’s Eve, I invited Jesus to live in me; perhaps I had done so before, but I didn’t recall—but since 2003, I have never forgotten that moment. Unfortunately, nothing changed. I continued to do my best to act like a Christian, as I had done for so long.
Have you ever found yourself “doing your best” to be a good person, or to act like a Christian?
Though I did not realize it at the time, I was quenching the Spirit, even though I had welcomed Him into my life. During the next few years, the LORD continued to nurture me, and slowly things began to change. Several tough months in Idaho birthed my prayer-life. I spent three years being humbled in a job that was my informal seminary training. In 2007, a short stint in Mexico helped me to see things as they were, and not long afterward, I was baptized by immersion. No baptism of any kind can save a lost soul—only Jesus can do that. However, this baptism was an important covenant between me and God, symbolizing not only my death and resurrection with Jesus and my public profession of faith, but it also my life change, the beginning of my bearing fruit. “For each tree is known by its own fruit…”according to Luke 6:44. During the past year and a half, the LORD has provided me with an informal pastoral internship in my church, teaching me every aspect of discipleship. Simultaneously, I have been studying unceasing prayer and worship. I am now very different than I was five years ago.
In the Book of Acts (which tells the story of the earliest years of the Church) every time a person decided to follow Christ, two things took place—though not always in the same order. Each person experienced a life change, which I call the “baptism of repentance,” as well as the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, which I call the “baptism of the Spirit.” Looking back, I realize that the Holy Spirit was living in me in 2003, but it wasn’t until I surrendered everything to God, as represented by my immersion, that I allowed the Spirit to have His way in me and transform my life. “I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now life in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me. (Galatians 2:20)”
Have you invited Jesus to live in you? Have you allowed the Spirit to transform your life?
I tell you this story for two reasons. First, I tell this story in order to boast in the LORD! May God our Father get all praise and glory forever! Second, I tell this story because it is relevant to you. Likely you have heard that I am leaving the country: I have let my light shine before you; please let your light shine within the Church, too! This congregation is in revival, and as each of you allows the Spirit to revive you, the entire Church will be revived and utterly transformed, to the glory of the Most High God. And for His glory is the reason He created us; the reason He sent His only Son to reveal Himself to us; the reason He became Sin for us and died for us on the cross—while we were still sinners; and the reason that He conquered death and offered us eternal life with Him.
It will cost you a lot—in fact, it will cost you everything, your very life. But if you have never surrendered your life to Christ Jesus, if you have never invited Him to send His Spirit into you and to transform your life, then do it right now. Just let go of everything to which you are desperately clinging; stop trying to do it yourself! This is the very reason you are still breathing in this physical life—God has been delaying His judgment of this sinful world because He is waiting for you—2 Peter 3:9 says He wants none to perish!
If you have already invited the Spirit into your life, then live like it! Bear fruit! Anyone and everyone who meets you or knows you or sees you or hears you should know immediately and clearly that Jesus the Christ lives in you and loves them! That is how stark the contrast should be between your life and the world around you!
Have you immersed yourself in God’s Word and in prayer in the last twenty-four hours?
If you call yourself a follower of Christ, then there is no excuse for not communing with Him daily! Anchor yourself in the Word! God has revealed Himself to us through His Son, Jesus Christ, and the Bible is a complete and accurate record of that revelation. And prayer is humbly letting Him love us. Let Him love you! God doesn’t need us, but He wants us! God doesn’t need us to live for Him—He wants to live in and through us! Let us love and fellowship with one another, even when you disagree! Pray for each other—the names in the church directory are a great place to start! Church, we are not only the Body of Christ, but we are the Bride of Christ. We have allowed ourselves to get bedraggled and stained—now let us stand to the glory of God! Let’s let Him purify us, restore us, and love us!
My dear Brothers and Sisters, if you have ever once been blessed by God our Father at work in me, then I urge you, please, take seriously His desire to love and work in you, beyond anything you can ask or imagine! I have told you the beginning of my story—may it end in glory to the Father, in the Name of Jesus, by way of His Spirit.
Now, what is your story?