Tuesday, October 14, 2014

You should really try this!



So daily life is full and prayer is taking on a much greater importance and dedicated time slot in my life. (Thank God!!)

There's also the dairy-goat life and staying in touch with good friends. This week a neighbor asked me if I'd like to join her weekly for prayer and Bible study. We got together Monday morning and prayed together for an hour. It was the most wonderful morning I've had in... years.

I've been studying first Peter on an inconsistent basis.  The 12 hour shift days I work pretty much knock out everything except, eat, shower and sleep.  But when I have been engaged in the study I'm amazed.

One of the things this study by Jen Wilkin is having me do is re-write the one or two verses in focus for the week in my own words.  Have you ever done this?  You should.  I'm sure there are studies that show that comprehension is increased when we regurgitate something we've read in own words.

(As a side note, I have a screaming goat outside.  It's very distracting.  Keeping a buck goat during the rutting season is truly a challenge.  I don't suggest you try it.  Okay, back to what I was saying.)

1 Peter 1:1-25 in my own words:

From Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ.  To the people God chose as his own who have been kicked out of their homeland and are living in Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia and Bythneia, just as God the Father intended ahead of time would be the case to set you apart by the Spirit for obedience to Jesus Christ. 
God is so wonderful!  Because he is so extremely merciful he has caused us to be born again through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.  And our new birth through Christ is a real, live guarantee that one day we will receive all that God has for us in Christ- an inheritance that can never loose value, breakdown or die. It's kept in heaven for us by God who's power through faith is keeping us saved until the day we get to fully see all that that salvation is! 

In this amazing salvation God has worked for you through faith in the risen Christ, you rejoice.  Even though for now you are suffering and are saddened by all kinds of trials.  It will only be a little while though.  These trials are testing and proving the genuineness of your faith which is worth much more than gold that perishes.  And the genuineness of your faith is going to result in glory and honor and praise when you see Jesus fact to face... when he is revealed to the whole world.  Though you have never seen him you love him and believe in him, and this is evidence of your true faith which saves you!
 
The Old Testament prophets prophecied about our salvation.  They longed to know what time and who they were prophesying about, searching and asking for answers.  Christ's Spirit was in them prophesying about the time when he would come, but they only knew that this was for a people to come, not for themselves.  They were prophesying the good news that we get to know and understand.  Angels don't even know what we know!  They would love to understand what we understand! 
Since then you have been so mercifully saved, prepare your minds for action!  Be sober-minded!  Let your only hope be all the grace and good that will be yours the day you see Jesus face to face.  As children of God, be obedient, not letting yourself be molded by the passions that intoxicated you before you knew Christ!  But just like God is holy- be holy in the way you live. 
If you call God Father, who is the judge of all and who doesn't play favorites in his judging, live your life in reverent awe, knowing that you were bought out of a life of meaningless living; not with money, or material treasures, but with blood- the blood of the Son of God, who is the only perfect sacrifice for your sin. 
Christ has always been known in heaven.  He is eternal but in these last days he has been made known to us who believe in him through God who raised him from the dead.  So our belief in Christ is really belief in God. 
So, since you have been totally re-born by God's living and indwelling word and have purified your soul by believing and submitting to that word (which is the good news about Christ) so that you can genuinely love these other people in God's family who have become your eternal brothers and sisters- love one another earnestly from a pure heart!  For it is written: All flesh is like grass and all the glory of flesh is like a flower- it all dies and fades away.  But the word of God never dies and never fades away!  It remains healthy and perfect and vibrant and living forever!  And this is why you will live forever!  This is what you have been born again by!

You should really try this!  Take in a few verses of God's word.  Read and re-read it over and over again.  Then pray it.  The re-write it in your own words as though you were trying to speak it to someone who'd never heard it before.


Quieted,
Sheila

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Meditations on Psalm 61, 62 and 68

Psalm 61

 "Hear my cry O God... for you O God have heard..."

God hears me.  He has heard me.  This is quite astounding if I stop and think about it.  If I want someone to listen, someone who can make a difference, someone who cares and I actually get an audience with that person it's a big deal.  I leave those conversations feeling better.  Feeling hopeful.

How much more if the Creator of the universe, the One who designed my ears and knows the hidden person of my heart... how much more astounding that He hears me.  He listens.

Is it God who I run to in my weakness and faintness of heart?  Or do I run to food.  Sleep. TV. Distraction...?  Why???  If God hears me, if he cares, if he's listening, if he's there for me why would I go to sleep, or TV, or the fridge??  Oh help my unbelief God!

"You have given me the heritage of those who fear your name."

What is the heritage God gives to those who fear his name?

Read the last verse of Isaiah 54 and then go back and read what "this" is.  There are enough promises there to keep me trusting and praying and pressing on for a lifetime!






Psalm 62

"For God alone my soul waits in silence..."

Three hidden, intangible things:  God alone. My soul. Waiting in silence.

All three I must live in.

On God alone rests my salvation and glory.  All my hope for being able to stand before the living God and not be consumed rests on Him.  All my hope for glory, for being beautiful again, for being the Imago Dei one I was created to be, for being like Christ.. it all rests on God alone.

It's a waiting of the soul.  Not a sit-and-do-nothing-and-wait waiting, but a carrying on through the storms and dullness of life while with is a hopeful look up.

In silence.  There are no words.  There is no magic spell to be spoken, no special prayer.  The salvation, the glory, the protection and strength I wait for and hope in comes not for any special plea or recitation.  My mouth is shut.  I open it only to pour out my heart to the One in which all my trust lies.  But the pouring out of my heart is not the magic key that unlocks the door to the end of my waiting in my soul upon God alone in silence.  The pouring out is simply an emptying of all that stirs my soul.  It is a return to God alone, in my soul, to silent waiting.


Psalm 68

"Blessed be the LORD who daily bears us up; God is our salvation."
"Awesome is God... he is the one who gives power and strength to his people."

If I am bearing up it is God who is doing the bearing.  I don't pull myself up by my bootstraps.  I pull myself up by the strength that God supplies.  It is not my own.  It is he.  And even when I am not pulling myself up by his strength I am falling on his strength and he is still the one doing the bearing up.



 Quieted,
Sheila

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Because I work night shift and my soul is in a night shift and I'm a watchman




When you wake up at 1 pm after working two night shifts you don't much know what to say or do. But when you sit down to read the news, and you see riots, and genocide, and terror, and then for a split second, you let the reality of the dark things that tempt you to trade everything for temporary pleasures that lead to permanent chains slither into your mind and you shake your head and dash from the horror as fast as you can, one thing becomes very clear: Oh how we need a Savior!!

I'm married to a police officer, so reading about the situation going on in Ferguson is close to home.  Seven (I started with two, but more kept coming as I was typing) things come to mind:

1) Police officers have to make split-second, life-or-death decisions and they don't always make the right one.  That doesn't automatically mean they're cold, hard, racist, murderers.

2) Police officers have tremendous authority and therefore their decisions (even if made wrongly out of a moment of bad judgement) must be held to the highest scrutiny and standard. 
3) Rarely do you hear of a person going about their business, doing good, when a police officer comes up to them out of nowhere and shoots them.  That doesn't happen.  (Maybe it's happened in history.  I don't know.  But it's not a frequent news story that's for sure).   But in most news stories where an officer either wrongly uses his authority, or makes a bad judgement call that injures or kills someone, the person(s) involved are engaged in some bad/wrong/illegal thing.

4) Missouri needs a peacemaker- A person who will step forward and be willing to suffer to bridge the gap between two opposing parties.

5) Race does not equal wrong doing.   A person's actions should not be judged because of their race, but because of their actions.  If you're white, black, brown, purple, green, red, yellow or blue and you steal, vandalize, riot, cause fights, etc. your actions are wrong. Period.

6)  I hate what has been done to the black person in the name of God or superiority or rights in our history!  I hate that the country where I experience so much freedom is the country that built it's economy on the backs of African slaves.  I hate that there are still people in this country (and in the world I'm sure) who still look at their fellow man and make a judgement about their worth and intelligence, person hood and trustworthiness based on the color of their skin.  I hate it!  Those wrongs are not fixed by committing more wrongs.

7)  I am white.  I will never know what it feels like to be given a suspicious stare because of the color of my skin.  When my white, blond boys walk down the street, I don't have to worry that some person in authority may take away their rights, or their life simply because they seem suspicious due to their skin color.  I am not a racist.  But I am white in a predominantly white culture and I have no idea what it feels like to be suspect simply because of the color of my skin.
----------- The above was written Monday.  Below today. ---------------

The situation with ISIS, and the horror of what happened to James Foley, and the horror of what is happening to tens of thousands of people who have been forced out or fled Iraq now eking out an existence in refuge camps or abandoned buildings, slaps me in the face and shakes me right out of the depressive thoughts I deal with every day.  I cannot sit in a mire of despondency when I see the video of the marching of thousands of families into the desert and a photo of a terrified man on his knees minutes before his brutal murder on the news.  I'm snapped out of my slump in despair onto my knees in desperate prayer.  Not only for these people, but for me, and my household and Christ's church in America.

We, I, have no idea what it is like to suffer for our faith or under the macabre rule of violent men who believe they're on a mission from God.  We grumble and complain and protest over our rights and against "injustices" that threaten our comfort and ease and beliefs.  What will we do if our rights are physically taken away?  What will we do if our lives are threatened and our bodies and the bodies of our loved ones are tortured or abused or killed by those in authority over us?  Grumbling, complaining and protesting will do no good.

If we can't take up the commands of God through Paul to the church to pray for and show respect to those in authority while we have it so good, how will we if we're in the situation that the church Paul wrote to was in?  If Paul told the Christians of his day to pray for their "kings and all in high positions" and treat him with respect, what would he say to us in relation to our current president?  What would he say if we were under violent Islamic extremists like ISIS?

"First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for ALL people, for kings and ALL who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way.  This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.  For there is one God and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for ALL... " - 1 Timothy 2:1-6 (emphasis added by me)

I choke on the anger in my throat when I read this.  I need this to be my heart if I hope to ever stand amidst true persecution and suffering.  Because if my heart is full of revenge and a clinging to my life and rights I won't stand.

I pray that God would take for himself some of the leaders of ISIS.  That he would conquer their murderous, evil hearts just as he conquered the murderous, evil heart of Saul... Paul, who wrote:

"... though formerly I was a blasphemer, persecutor, and insolent opponent.  But I received mercy because I had acted ignorantly in unbelief, and the grace of our Lord overflowed for me with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.  The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost." -1 Timothy 1:13-15

I believe in a sovereign God.  I believe in good, sovereign God.  I believe he desires all men, even the men of ISIS to be saved from the wrath that is coming against them.  And I believe he is working all things, even the evils happening around the world to his people, for the good of those who love Him and for the glory of his name!  May he give me the grace to stand.

On a personal note, as I eluded to, I have been struggling through a season of depression for awhile now.  And as I said, contrary to what you'd think, these horrible things going on the world are not adding to my depression, they are actually working to pull me out of it.  When I think of my brothers and sisters in dark places, suffering for the sake of Christ's name, it puts my "suffering" in proper light and I recall Hebrews 13:3 and pray that God would not let me forget them:

Remember those who are in prison, as though in prison with them, and those who are mistreated, since you also are in the body. -Hebrews 13:3

But when the shock of what is going on in the world fades, and I find myself slipping back into the quicksand of lies this depression is surrounding me with, my sole comfort and hope is Christ.  The only real escape my thoughts and heart have from the heaviness and despair I'm living with right now is the word of God.  His word to me right now is literally like a breath of fresh air caught through a crack in a cave of poisonous gas.  I press against the rock and breath deep.  But I'm quickly overcome by lies because I can't seem to call the truth to mind when I need to.  This is why I need the body of Christ.

We need each other.  We need to tell each other the truth.

I met with a neighbor today.  We confessed our sins to each other and shared our battles and prayed for each other.  We're the same.  We need Christ.  We need the truth.

I came across this awhile back.  I felt like someone understood.




Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord!      
O Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive    to the voice of my pleas for mercy!  
If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities,    O Lord, who could stand?  
But with you there is forgiveness,    that you may be feared. wait for the Lordmy soul waits,    and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord    more than watchmen for the morning,    more than watchmen for the morning. - Psalm 130:1-6


Prayerfully,
Sheila

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Thinking of Julie

Summer break is over. The kids begin their first full week of school tomorrow. The first day of school was Wednesday last week. Made for a nice testing of the waters before the full fledged dive in this week.


 I've had much on my mind. Heavy things. Hard things. I can't speak it. I can't write it. I'm just... heavy.

James has been selected to fill a temporary sergeant position at work.  He'll be switching from a 6 am to 4 pm, Monday thru Thursday, come home for lunch if you want, get called in at 3 am and not come home till 9 pm the next day schedule to a 8 pm to 6 am four days a week schedule.  Yep. Night shift.  Which means two parents will be working nights in this house.  I don't think it's gonna fly.

I spoke with my supervisor at work Saturday night to see if I could possibly switch to a days shift position.  I don't really want to work days to be honest.  It's much more... chaotic.  Too many doctors and therapists and managers asking you to do this and that on top of what you need to do to actually see the people in the beds and care for them. I'm not very good at switching from one task to the other in rapid succession without lots of balls being dropped.  And when the balls you juggle as a nurse involve people's lives, dropping is not an option.  Needless to say I feel a bit nervous about possibly going to days.  We'll see.

Suicide has left it's deep, debilitating scar on my life.  When I was 15, one of my best girlfriends from 8th grade shot herself on her elementary school playground.  I had just come home from a mission trip to Mexico with the youth group at my church.  Something, at the time, I really didn't want to do, but was pushed into by my parents who were worried that I was hanging out with the wrong crowd.  I'm so glad they pushed me.  It was a turning point in my life.  A turning toward my Savior.  I'll never forget my mom sitting with me in the parking lot of Fred Myer in Roseburg, Oregon telling me that Julie was dead.


Julie is not in this photo.  This was take at my 15th birthday just a year or so before I went to Mexico and before Julie took her life.  My best friend at the time, Delcina, is to the right and one of my other "Mod" friends, Laura, is on the far right.  Both of these girls were part of the group of kids I was hanging out with that had my parents so concerned.  They were good friends.  We were stupid kids.  Completely self-centered.  Totally absorbed with our own inane thinking.  Nothing we obsessed about was worth taking our lives for.   We were thinkers though.  We wanted to be different.  We wanted to live outside the box.  We thought were breaking away.  We had no idea we were dead in our trespasses and sins or what that even meant.  We had no idea we were utterly loved and rescued by the One who created us.  We had no idea we were created to know and be known by God.  We had no idea real life was someone who really was outside the box- a new Man. We had no idea how He loved us!


Julie was a poet, an artist and a drama queen.  She was fun loving and reckless.  When she decided to end her life, her violent act struck the many who loved her too.  It didn't just take her life, it destroyed parts of ours.  My heart aches for Mr. Williams' wife and family and friends.  My heart aches deep in that wound Julie left for Mr. Williams and the dear ones I have known who bought the lie and in the darkness and poison of that lie took their life and irreversibly wounded the lives of those around them.

The Bible says there is Liar out there.  A Father of Lies who's sole mission in this time and space is to kill, steal and destroy.  His lies are alluring.  Violence looks inviting.  Death looks like hope.  Destruction looks like pleasure.  A trap looks like freedom.

The Bible also says there is One who is the way, the truth and the life.  He has come that we might have life... to the full.  And at his side, beyond the cross we bear as we die to ourselves and follow him, are pleasures forevermore.  He is right, if you desire to keep this life you will loose it, but if you loose it for his sake, you'll keep it.



Quieted,
Sheila