We Can’t Even Imagine

What we will be like when He returns. (1John 3:2)

But what if we did?

What if we let our minds explore what we will be like? What our friends and family will be like? What this world will be like? Would that change how we enter into today? 

As a child, I let my imagination drift. I didn’t direct my thoughts to produce a result. My mind wandered easily from ‘what is’ to ‘what could be’ without hesitation. I felt comfort and joy in my imagining – in knowing today isn’t all there is – in believing better is to come.

We have so much less space for imagination. Images are placed in front of us – see this, buy this, dream about this. Our imagination is stunted by its overindulgence of digital stimuli. 

Innovation still exists. Designed by a creator God in His image, we were established to create. We don’t need to create today to survive. Our ancestors were cold and they created a way to stay warm. We are warm, too warm. Lethargy pulses through our veins. And yet some find a way. 

What is your recipe for innovation? When was the last time you created something fully new – a new idea, a new way to do something, a new routine, a new answer to a problem? What did it take to create? Time, space, intentional pursuit, a jarring experience, letting go of an old problem – how was the new idea born? 

Wisdom’s Roar

Wisdom’s Roar

“Destruction is certain for those who think they are wise and consider themselves to be clever” (Isaiah 5:21). 

Certain.

Destruction is certain. 

For those who think

They are wise. 

 

 

But with age and life experience, Wisdom is gained. 

We learn from our mistakes, 

We grow to understand as we respond to circumstances and challenges.

Wisdom helps us not make the same mistakes over and over. 

Wisdom is the relief valve that says – 

Enough!

Wisdom is a blessing that is bestowed on those who chose to learn. 

It is a choice. 

It isn’t just something that happens because you age. 

It is the result of choosing to grow as you age. 

So how does it bring destruction? 

“God blesses those whose hearts are pure, for they will see God” (Matt 5:8). 

Wisdom without pure motives brings destruction.

Destruction is certain for those who think

They 

are wise. 

It is not wisdom itself that is life-giving. It is the One who provides the wisdom. 

Wisdom gained from God’s grace. From knowledge of who bestows it-

This wisdom is from a pure heart.

It is not self-serving.

It is not a clanging gong. 

This wisdom requires restraint, 

research, relentless pursuit of a released heart.

This wisdom is patient,

waiting to share the One who is all wise with those who are searching. 

Wisdom and humility hug closely – locked fingers joined together in prayer. 

Wisdom without humility quickly moves towards its own purposes. Reaching out of its embrace with humility, its worth is destroyed. 

Humility knows Wisdom’s strength comes from closest connection to the only One who is truly wise. 

Motives pure stand firm against the coming fury. Destruction can not shake Wisdom’s Roar. 

Be Sure

Be sure to carry out the work the Lord gave you. (Colossians 4:17-18)
Be sure – Paul says this in a letter to encourage other Christ followers to stay the course.
This is his reminder at the end right before he signs his name.
Be sure.
How do we know we are doing the work God gave us and not something else?
There’s a lot of work to be done out there. What is my work? What’s yours?
And what happens if we do the wrong work?
Be sure.
Ask.
This is my best answer for those questions. Ask the one giving the work.
Ask daily, what do you want me to attend to today?
Ask hourly, help me prioritize all the work before me.
Ask momentarily, am I attending to what I should right now.
And then trust.
Trust in action looks oddly like giving up.
Trust let’s go of control and moves a step forward.
Trust doesn’t step aside, or watch from behind a veil.
It moves in step with the one the trust is in.
That’s where the moment by moment ask comes in.
When doubt knocks at your heart,
Ask invites God to reveal.
Ask and Trust walk together and build towards being sure.
This is faith.
And it is simple and easy some days and deeply difficult on other days.
But it builds over time, our stride lengthens while Ask and Trust walk.
And then Paul says after he signs his name –
“Remember my chains.”
Ouch. He’s in chains. In prison.
Telling me how to trust God.
He is bound. Unable to move anywhere.
And yet, he is free.
More free than us in some ways because he can see his chains.
He can feel them around his ankles.
Do we recognize our chains?
Do we see the circumstances that encumber our lives?
Remember our chains.
If we each can do this, we could Ask and Trust God with them.
Our Surety can loosen the chains,
slipping breath beneath their tight grip, until we move in Freedom.
Freedom to carry out the work the Lord gave us.

 

Audacity

Audacity says I don’t care that it’s 7 degrees! 

I’m here and I’m going to stay. 

Do you really think a little weather can keep me from my purpose?

I’ve already begun what God planned for me far before the cold tried to steal my inner strength.

Here I bloomed, here I make my stand. Let the world hide away or come and marvel at my display. 

Can you imagine a world where beauty hides when difficulty rises? 

Would we come outside at all if our comfort became too common?

Straining against bitterness, beauty seeks the sun. It dazzles those who join the journey out of our hidden places. 

Beauty doesn’t boast. It is real, rooted where it bloomed. Clinging tightly to its dangling thread. 

Beauty triumphs against oppression. It beckons us in to take a closer look. Different than what everyone else is showing. Beauty returns belief to a world filled with fear. 

Dare to look outside today? Comfort’s treacherous fingers, once cut, cannot hold back the beauty seeker. 

Walk in Wisdom

Walk in Wisdom
Toward outsiders,
Making the best use of time.
Let your speech always be gracious,
Seasoned with salt,
So that you may know how you ought to answer each person.
Col 4:5-6.

The ESV study Bible says seasoned with salt is the same idea as how Jesus directed his disciples – to be salt of the earth (Matt 5:13). Applying that idea to communication implies “speaking in an interesting, stimulating, and wise way” (ESV, 2008, p. 2300).

When you eat something that doesn’t have enough salt, it is bland. Adding salt enhances flavor, brings out what is already within the dish, makes it more enjoyable. I’ve been dwelling on this idea as we launch back into our semester after Christmas break. As I come face to face with new students am I gracious, welcoming, wise?

Gracious in my communication takes effort. I have a lot coming across my desk, my emails are filling faster than I can read thoroughly and respond. I hear myself repeat, “I’ll get back to you, we’ll figure it out” to the many requests in these first weeks.

Gracious speech is slow. It is unhurried. It is the opposite of a task driven mindset. When teaching, leading, parenting, working with people in any capacity gracious speech must be integrated into my mindset if communication is to flourish.

Gracious speech takes listening well. It flows out of an abundance of love for others. Their needs and wants are more important than my agenda. That comes in conflict with my to do list at times. During ‘normal’ days it is usually manageable. In busy days, the seamless thread between answering questions and solving problems stretches taught and my focus feels the strain.

Yet, God doesn’t call us to drop everything, foregoing the tasks necessary to do the job He has given us. He calls us to walk in wisdom toward outsiders, making the best use of time.

Wisdom provides us knowledge of how to solve a problem, and also when. Wisdom gives us discernment of how to structure our day to allow interruptions and to know when to shut our door so a time of quiet intent work can be accomplished.

Gracious speech is honest, makes room for others, but cares for self as well. Gracious speech remains quiet until kind words can come. Gracious speech is precise, clear, and direct, without being harmful or insincere. Gracious speech flows when we are rooted in the Spirit, doing our work, while welcoming His interruptions.

Welcoming His interruptions requires wisdom. What needs are brought forward that I should attend to immediately? What needs can wait? If we don’t allow wisdom to guide our decisions, the needs press uninvited not just into my office, but they sit down in our living room during dinner, and then they become loud voices standing at the end of the bed in the middle of the night.

Needs unmet like to remind us while we sleep. Our brains, wired to solve, to fix, to set straight, don’t like loose ends. And when given the freedom of nighttime without all the hustle of the line of people outside door, the needs remind us of their existence and press hard to make themselves our priority.

Lack of sleep can challenge our ability to speak graciously. “Take every thought captive” is a running monologue in my head. Colossians 3:16 puts it this way, “let the words of Christ, in all their richness, live in your hearts and make you wise” (NLT). I can’t control all my thoughts – especially the middle of the night doomsday ones. But I can draw on the words of Christ. He can take my thoughts captive. He can settle them down and soothe my runaway worries. His presence can take every thought captive – if I let him.

Welcoming Christ to fill me with His presence allows me to be welcoming to others. This may sound weird. You don’t just let others into your house to take over – here you go friend, move the furniture around and do whatever you think is best. We might welcome a friend’s advice – do you like this chair here or over by the window? But we don’t often – give them full control. We keep some guidelines, choose a color scheme, give our personal preferences or we might not like what they do.

True wisdom, full wisdom, comes from giving over control – giving Christ the keys to our house and letting Him have at it. That is terrifying. He might move things around in ways I don’t like! However, what I’ve found over the years is He is gentle. He knows our hearts, our worries, our fears, our strengths, and what gives us joy. He loves us fully. His motives are good and pure. So His actions are as well. He patiently builds our trust every time we give Him the keys. He always welcomes us back when we rearrange the furniture. He knows we need to see that chair in every spot in the room before we settle on where He placed it. And over time, we start to trust where He moved it the first time. We adjust His placement of the parts of our lives less, when we see how His placement really is best.

That’s when things get interesting! Just when we think we have the furniture of our lives in perfect places, He says – now, let’s get rid of that chair. But I love that chair! I sit in it everyday! It’s so comfortable and looks just right in that corner. Let’s get rid of it. He says, trust me – I have a better idea. He welcomes us into the design process just when we get too comfortable. If we let Him take lead, our wisdom grows.

Now furniture aside, each chair represents the ideas, people, places, work, challenges, dreams, the stuff we have deemed important, significant enough to take a place in the living room of our mind. Those things we feel ownership over, control of, responsibility for are the things we keep readjusting in our brains. Our priorities, our relationships, our to do lists, all exist in alignment with the wisdom of Christ or they are things we trip over as we try to walk along His path.

Wisdom can help us see those obstacles, to step over or around them, until we eventually move them out of the way. This reminds me of the piles of things I place on the steps to go upstairs. My kids tend to walk around the things, jump over them, or step right on them as the go up and down each day. I draw in my gracious speech, set the stuff closer upstairs, kindly and hopeful at first. And later through gritted teeth plead did you take the stuff upstairs? Each time the stuff remains, growing in size. Becoming a kind of game like using pillows to not step on hot lava. My wisdom and gracious speech runs thin. Do I do it myself or have a come to Jesus conversation? Why does it matter they say. Because it’s clutter I reply. Who is right?

Wisdom says neither. Our focus is misaligned. Like boxers taking their corners, neither side will come out of this conflict without bruises. Give up? Is that the answer? Not necessarily. Come towards each other. And wait. Let Christ who dwells within open the door and welcome them in. Stand aside and see how His graciousness moves – in us both.

As I finish this first week of new classes, I wonder – have I been welcoming, gracious, and wise? Have people felt loved more than handled? Has my family been shuffled aside by the work that followed me home? Have my student’s experienced Christ through me or are they confused by misalignment of my words and my actions?

Has my to do list been barking at me, or is it in a place where I can see it and use it but not let it’s speech drown out His truth? Probably some of both.

To speak in an “interesting, stimulating and wise way” (ESV, 2008) is at the heart of good teaching. Am I engaging my students by trusting them with their learning? This question compels me to give over my agenda in each class to what they might have hidden within. Do I drone on, telling them what they need to know, or do I present a reason for them to dig in and wonder about the topic?

Interesting, stimulating, and wise speech requires preparation. My plans are just one piece. My students response is another. If I present ideas in a compelling way, they are more likely to respond with interest. If I create an environment that gives them space then we are free to wrestle with ideas, question the world’s ways, and develop beliefs. This requires me to prepare and then let go. Think through who is in my class, what are their interests and strengths, and what activities will draw them out.

This preparation is like setting the table, preparing the meal, and then thinking ahead about some things for us to discuss. All the while, holding loosely to those topics so there is room for their thoughts to develop.

A welcoming and gracious host doesn’t tell their guests what to talk about. They don’t scorn or mock their guests for not putting their napkin in the lap or texting at the table. They model good habits, they create an inviting and beautiful setting that makes the guest feel different about the meal. And they make sure to place salt within reach.

This first week has had moments where trust rubs against moments of fleshy control. But overall it’s been good. He is present. He has moved some chairs and I like the new spots.

I keep humming the song that says, “make me a vessel,” an empty vessel waiting to be filled. Daily, make me a vessel, fill me with Your spirit, I know it will be good.

Look at the Ordinary

World obsessed with celebrity,
but what of the ordinary?

The tempest blows and the leaf clings to its last vestiges of life.
The sparrow repeats his call to join
while we lean fat against our toils.

After the sparklers fade and booming voices silence, do we hear
the humble stand?

Behind the mirror’s frame
out of sight of camera’s focus –

 

The steady,
The strong,
The meek.

Bruised by the bustle of crowds unleashed.
Backing off to heal.
They claim no stage,
no call to attention.

Whisper into the wind and you are moved by their presence.

Oh but what we can learn from the soft beneath.
Listen beside the creek for its wisdom slips between rock and moss.

Hold faint breath and you will notice what glimmers within.

Charred dark by flame,
edges crisp
and curled in.
Green rising to reach the light.

Triumph of the Ordinary.

Illuminated

 

Behold the fiery threads nimbly stretched Exposing seed within.

Revealing necessary death of self to bring sustaining life for the very meek.

The pod itself hold what’s dear, but unable to make its presence known, let’s go the finest filaments like stars announcing worth.

They’ll come – drawn to the light.

They’ll freely take the gifts revealed.

They’ll taste pure delight.

Without the light would any know? Would anyone come?

Would the cherished seed perish wasting it’s one moment unfulfilled?

Made for the light to illuminate. Made to showcase what is within. It’s there all along – The light lets us see.

In Between

I’ve been thinking about the time in the middle lately – the time after the beginning and before the journey’s end. A time of muddling through the mundane and dreary to dos. A time of waking each day to the same old battles. A time of struggling forward without seeing the end in clear sight. This is where much of life happens. After the big start, the launch, the heading out, there is the slogging, paddling, one foot in front of the other hope of reaching the end. The end is where the celebration embraces the weary, where the scars of battle are shown and stories heard. The end is when we rest, collapse, and let go.

But what about Saturday? Friday’s work is done and Sunday’s celebration has yet to begin. What happens in the middle? Do we hold on to what has just happened or cling to hope of something better to come? Do we turn our face away from the horror of Friday’s end towards a future we can’t quite see? The doldrums hold still. No movement either way. We can’t go back or move forward. We wait. Frozen in time. In Between.

After the bloom

 

After the bloom
Released essence of self fulfilled
potential varied within
Waiting for the one right current
To lift and carry away
Spent parent plant let’s go
Trusts the winds wild mind
And child’s insistence of ready
How far will that current take you?
Will you land on fertile field or flutter to heights
Only rock and crag exist?
Paper thin
Crackling shell remains
Behind.
Given
Plucked
Plodded on as all of life passes by.
Oh but don’t worry friend,
Roots are deep and nourish within.
Fall may have its stand,
But spring will come
Again.

Unless…

I’ve always loved the last line in The Lorax. “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing will get better. It’s not.” There’s hope in this line and there’s desperation too. I feel that right now as I see people outraged at the abuse of power, the loss of life that didn’t have to happen, the pain of generations of people who have watched in fear, waited for change, and struggle to understand. People do care. I care. I’m sorry for the injustice that is heaped upon others because of skin color, because of fear, because of differences in belief. It’s wrong. It’s a struggle I grieve from the outside. My place in this world has afforded me distance to watch and to respond if I want to. That’s wrong too. I’m sorry for looking the other way when I see injustice. I let fear drive my actions and I hide from hard things. I think when we don’t know what to do, we walk away. But that doesn’t change anything. So I’m turning my posture towards the heat of the flames. I still don’t know what to do. But I see you, I see your fight. I hear your cries for justice. I want that for you. We can’t have peace until every human is valued as beautifully and wonderfully made.