Posts Tagged ‘God’

The Day God Visited Our School


31 Jul

Rain beat violently on the pavement outside of my second-grade class window.  The sun had been hidden by dark gray clouds the entire morning.  To say this was a downpour would have been an understatement.

This memory from my childhood seems to only serve one purpose: to remind me that God is near, even when he seems far away, or worse; non-existent. (more…)

If You Really Love God, You Will Read This Article


12 Apr

What do viral status updates and emails really say about our love of God?

What a tragedy it is for the person who spends their whole life using Grace as a defense for doing nothing.  Even more so for the ones, the thousands, who could have been reached by the actions that were never taken by that one person.  Grace was not cheap. (more…)

Cheap Plastic Fish


05 Jan
Is going to church the same thing as “confessing Jesus before men” (Matthew 20:32-33)?  If the people I meet or work with “know” that I’m a Christian because I have a fish on my car – or because I pray before my meals, have I just “confessed” Jesus?  Are my Christian friends the “men” (people) that Jesus is referring to?
Myself, I live somewhere in the space between confession and denial. I’m not comfortable with that.
The idea that confession of Jesus to men (unbelieving people) is simply the absence of a denial permeates Christianity.
The context of the passage above is a command to evangelize and that we should not fear the “men” (non-believing people) that we are evangelizing to. Our identity as Christians (followers of Christ, Christ followers, whatever) should be crystal clear because of our “confession.” Nothing wrong with the fish on your car or being nice, but it seems like that should be a supplement to our confession of Jesus as Lord.
It’s interesting that, in a similar context of confessing Christ found in Romans 10:9-10, it is clearly pointed out that the confession is to be done verbally.  But even still, within the context of Matthew 10, Jesus refers to “speaking.”
I have a lot of growing to do. Thoughts? (perhaps not about my need to grow, but that’s fine. whatever.)

Is going to church the same thing as “confessing Jesus before men” (Matthew 20:32-33)?  If the people I meet or work with “know” that I’m a Christian because I have a fish on my car – or because I pray before my meals, have I just “confessed” Jesus?  Are my Christian friends the “men” (people) that Jesus is referring to?

Myself, I live somewhere in the space between confession and denial. I’m not comfortable with that.

The idea that confession of Jesus to men (unbelieving people) is simply the absence of a denial permeates the church.

The context of the passage above is a command to evangelize and that we should not fear the “men” (non-believing people) that we are evangelizing to. Our identity as Christians (followers of Christ, Christ followers, whatever) should be crystal clear because of our “confession.” Nothing wrong with the fish on your car or being nice, but it seems like that should be a supplement to our confession of Jesus as Lord.

It’s interesting that, in a similar context of confessing Christ found in Romans 10:9-10, it is clearly pointed out that the confession is to be done verbally.  But even still, within the context of Matthew 10, Jesus refers to “speaking.”

I have a lot of growing to do. Thoughts? (perhaps not about my need to grow, but that’s fine. whatever.)

A Quilt For Sarah


13 Nov
Most nights, Alfred Green still cries. He keeps a single lantern lit to provide a dim glow and finds a certain comfort in the creaking patterns that persist from the old wooden rocking chair; sounds which he once despised just yesterday, it would seem.
With a frail hand he, once again, grasps tightly the neatly folded quilt draped over the arm of the chair, careful to avoid the needle woven once through the unfinished blanket. Conflicting feelings of both warmth and guilt seem to resonate from this one reminder of his dear Anna. This particular quilt was meant for little Sarah, but due to the unexpected death of this dear quilt maker, Sarah’s quilt remains unfinished.
To a certain group of heavy hearted children, Anna Green was affectionately known as the “quilt lady,” a title she certainly owned with joy. It was a delightful endeavor and not a burden at all, to sew a quilt for every new child at the Hansen Orphanage. Alfred, too, has fond memories of children, though broken inside, beaming with great happiness at the satisfied anticipation built by the other children telling of the great day when the quilt lady would arrive.
“Every quilt is unique, just like you,” she would tell each child. There were so many different patterns in each quilt. “There is no other exactly like it in the world,” she would continue, “except for this one square,” pointing to a single green square, always stitched into the corner of each quilt. “Do you know what it says?” she would ask, about the embroidered words on the green square.
“God loves me,” they would respond. Anna loved to hear the children say those words. For her, it was more important that the child remember those words than her kindness.
“That’s right, and He will never leave you. Be comforted, child. Be warm. God loves you.”
But for 8 year old Sarah, her anticipation was met with sadness, as she learned that the quilt lady had become very ill and passed on. For her, there would be no knock on the door, no children gathering at the feet of the quilt lady as she shared of God’s love, no bright smiles as she read the embroidered green square. For this little girl, there would be no quilt.
For many days, Sarah could be found staring out the window, occasionally wiping her damp cheeks as she hoped that her quilt, with the special green square, would somehow arrive.
Alfred had watched Anna stitch squares into quilts so many times, he often considered an attempt to finish Sarah’s quilt. But the sadness of her passing and the comfort of the unfinished quilt, especially on the eve of the 10 years since her death, kept him from so much as unfolding it. He missed her kindness; he missed her love of God, though he always felt that God must not love a man whom he takes from. Tonight, with moist eyes and a sad heart, he will sleep in Anna’s chair.
As the morning light dissolved shadows cast across the old floor timbers, Alfred was awakened by a knock on the door. Using his cane, he slowly made his way to the door. “Who is it?” he said, in an uninviting tone.
“Mr. Green?” a woman’s voice inquired.
“Yes. Who is it, I said?”, he responded with greater irritation.
“Mr. Green, my name is Sarah.” The ensuing silence seemed endless. Alfred slowly unlatched the door and pulled it open. “Mr. Green, you may not remember me, but I was 8 years old when I was brought to the orphanage. The quilt lady, sorry, Mrs. Green made lovely quilts for all of the children,” she continued, “I was very sad when she passed, and was not fortunate to receive one.”
Having softened his tone, Alfred replied, “Yes child, I’m very sorry. She was…”
“Oh no, Mr. Green, it’s fine!” Sarah eagerly interjected, “I just – I brought a gift for you. You see, while I was sad, the other children each unstitched their green squares and sewed them together to make a quilt for me”. A tear fell from Alfred’s eyes. “I wanted to give it to you, now” she said softly. “Do you recall what the green squares say?” she inquired.
“Yes,” he answered with a quivering voice and tears filling his eyes, “God loves me.”
Sarah handed the folded green quilt to Alfred; “Be comforted sir. Be warm. God loves you.”

Most nights, Alfred Green still cries. He keeps a single lantern lit to provide a dim glow and finds a certain comfort in the creaking patterns that persist from the old wooden rocking chair; sounds which he once despised just yesterday, it would seem. (more…)

All for the glory of (G)od


10 Oct

Sometimes I need things to be simplified for me because I naturally tend to overthink.  I will spend years thinking that there is a deep meaning to something that is meant to be relatively simple.  Then a simple phrase is spoken that resolves the confusion and lays to rest the need to continue wondering if I’ve got it right.

“We glorify what we draw attention to” – (Full sermon)

That’s it.

I want to glorify God.  Most Christians do. That is, or should be, the ultimate purpose of our life.  But, that word, “glorify” always confounded me.  It shouldn’t have, but it did.  How do we glorify a God who can’t be made more valuable than He already is?  How do we somehow add to His glory?  We can’t.  This was always my confusion.  But confused or not, I have tried to do my best at carrying out this concept I couldn’t fully define.

What it means seems very simple now.  When we draw attention to something or someone, people say we are “glorifying” it.  When a movie makes violence look good, we say that it “glorifies” violence. It draws attention to violence in a positive light.  Glorifying isn’t always about making something bad seem good, but it’s also about revealing, or drawing attention to the good already present.

I’ve given “credit” to God for things that have happened in my life.  I’ve told other people to give God “credit”, but I didn’t see that as exactly the same thing as giving God glory.  Just credit.  It’s fair for me to be foolish about some things as long as I am willing to accept a new way of thinking when the Truth arrives.

If my life glorifies God, then that simply means that I draw attention to God, that I draw attention to His goodness and Truth.  That paradigm shift truly makes me reconsider everything.  I realize that I can either be spending my time drawing attention to something else, drawing no attention to anything, or drawing attention to God.  The Word says “So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”  I read that to mean that everything I do should be drawing attention to God.

It’s the “everything” part that I struggle with.  God always sets a perfect standard.  For imperfect humans, there is grace.

Bill Daniel Johnson

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