Good Question

Good Question

Even as I’m typing this, our church's youth praise band is taking the stage at Resurrection – an annual youth conference in Gatlinburg, Tennessee which, according to the website mission statement, “brings youth groups together for awesome fellowship and authentic worship, where the Gospel is proclaimed, and youth have a spiritual renewal and a closer walk with Christ.”

More than 12,000 people were at Resurrection last year...pretty heady stuff for a band of kids who typically play in our church basement on Sunday nights for a crowd of maybe 30 contemporaries. But this is more than just a performance; this is worship, and the opportunity to reach other teens – a lot of other teens – with the good news about Jesus.

Just writing about what they’re experiencing right now brings back a sweet memory of when my son Ben was in high school and playing with the youth band at that time. They also were privileged to play at Resurrection one January weekend and even got to meet Chris Tomlin backstage. I hope it’s a good memory for Ben, as well. In fact, both of my children experienced Resurrection several times, and it’s my prayer that those weekends were a big part of their faith journeys. Again, from the Resurrection website: “Resurrection lasts more than just 48 hours – it’s something that accompanies youth on their walk with Christ all year long.”

But back to this weekend, or actually, several months ago… Our youth band was sharing in a Friday night worship service at a nearby church when, as they were being called to the stage, the worship leader asked, “What is your band called, anyway?” They looked at each other, perplexed because they hadn’t come up with collective name, and Katie replied, “Good question!” So Good Question they became. And the more I’ve though about it, the more I’ve come to believe, as comedic writer Dave Barry says, “That’s a great name for a band!” Follow me…

If you’re in a band that’s all about the music, then any catchy name will do. But if you’re about lifting up the name of Jesus through your music, then you have to ask the question: Who do you say He is? It’s the only way to make a difference and it’s the only question that really counts in the end.

When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, "Who do people say the Son of Man is?" They replied, "Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets."

"But what about you?" he asked. "Who do you say I am?" Simon Peter answered, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." ~ Matthew 16:13-16

He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. ~ Colossians 1:15 (NIV)

Perspective

Southwest Virginia hasn’t seen a winter this cold and snowy for many years. We’ve been having the kind of weather that wreaks havoc with my heating bills and, not to get political, kills the whole global warming argument for me.

Weather like this demands that I change the way I think about everyday living. For instance, if it snows during the night will I be able to get to work in the morning? Will I lose electricity, and if so, how will I stay warm? What will I eat and drink in the interim? Once I have all of the questions answered in my head (Hannah’s jeep until she goes back to Radford…the woodstove and a beautiful load of dry cherry from Larry…canned food and bottled water, or wine if I’ve planned really well), I can rest a little easier. But in spite of the fact that we rarely think about food and shelter most days, it gets down to basics really quickly when the weather gets bad.

Virginians also have short memories, and forget how to drive in snow. The first really bad storm of the season came exactly a week before Christmas and it took me seven hours to make the 25 minute trip from work to home. At one point I’d been stuck on the bridge over the north fork of the Holston River for hours and I was down to less than a quarter of a tank of gas. I had one bar on my cell phone, my windshield wipers had quit working, and I knew the electricity was already off at my house. I was less than 2 miles from home, but it may as well have been 2,000. Eventually I took a leap of faith and made it to our friends’ house, where Hannah was, by taking the river road. I was there for almost 24 hours and can’t remember when I’ve been so thankful for a fire and friendship. You could say it changed my perspective.

On New Year’s Day I had another perspective altering experience, this time the result of a conversation I had with my friend Steve. Regular readers will remember Steve, who bikes around the country witnessing to Jesus’ love and faithfulness to everyone he meets. I’m always a little ashamed of my self-centeredness and the ease with which I take the gifts in my life for granted when I talk with Steve. But it’s never because he makes me feel that way. In fact, he’s always truly glad to hear from me or see me, and, because he loves to talk, he usually fills our conversation with praises to God for blessings I would surely miss…a new bike and cart in which to carry all of his earthly belongings…an extended stay in a shelter in Dalton, Georgia….a network of friends who keep track of him and his travels, and who keep him in their hearts and prayers.

I’m thankful to be in that network, because I have a connection with Steve now and always want to know how he’s doing. But selfishly, I’m also thankful for the perspective knowing him gives me. I have much but am often ungrateful, while he has little, and is always grateful.

So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness. – Colossians 2:6-7 (NIV)

Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful. And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ… – Colossians 4:2-3 (NIV)

Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our "God is a consuming fire. – Hebrews 12:28-29

Father God, please continue to bless Steve richly, giving him food and shelter in the cold weather, strengthening his faith, opening the door for him to share your message...and Lord, please shake up my perspective anytime you see fit.

Falling Back

Tomorrow may just be my favorite day of the year—Fall Back Day. In fact, when I woke up yesterday my first thought was, “Is it possible to take my “fall back hour” two days early?”

Our lives are so jam-packed, crammed full, insanely busy…what could be better than an extra hour in our days? One minute we think we’re in control and the next everything feels like it’s spinning out of control. What’s wrong with this picture? Surely this isn’t what Jesus intended by a more abundant life?? So I’ll gladly take that extra hour (or 60 minutes, or even 3,600 seconds, however you choose to look at it) and I’ll spend it a hundred different ways in my mind…then I’ll sleep in an extra hour tomorrow morning.

I think time is fascinating because our time in this world is limited. We don’t know how long we have, and we don’t have the same number of days. In his book, Becoming Real , Steven James writes, "As far as we know, we’re all the same age. Not that all of us are the same distance from birth, but we are the same distance from death." The time we’re given is absolute, with a beginning and ending and a middle that, for the most part, is ours to make the best of.

A friend recently asked me this question: “If you could go back in time to when you were 18 and give yourself one piece of advice, what would that advice be?” Assuming I’d actually take my own advice (a big assumption when you’re 18 and know everything), I’d tell myself to let God use everything in my life for good, and I do mean everything.

I’ll turn 50 next year, and looking back now I can see that my life so far has been one long string of teachable moments. Some of those have resulted in valuable lessons I’ll draw on for the rest of my time here. Others, unfortunately, were painful to no avail, their usefulness lost on me, and thus lost for God’s purposes.

The truth is that I wouldn’t go back to being 18 for anything. And I wouldn’t change my life, even if I could. The road's not always easy, and occasionally it’s just plain hard. Sometimes that’s just life, while other times it’s a consequence of my hard-headedness.

But God is faithful, and I’ve learned that He can use my everything for His glory, if I’ll only let Him. So my goal now is to give it all to Him – good and bad alike. After all, he gave it all for me, and how sad it is when we let our suffering all be for naught. That’s a victory I’m not willing to hand over to the enemy.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." ~ 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)

When I woke up yearning for that extra hour yesterday, Steven Curtis Chapman’s new song, Heaven Is the Face , was playing on the radio. I lay in my bed, overwhelmed by all this man and his family have been through and how he is letting God use their pain to further His kingdom. Here’s a description of the new album, Beauty Will Rise (available 11.33.09), taken from www.stevencurtischapman.com:

“Created in the past 10 months in the walk through the darkness of the loss of his daughter Maria, and while God continues to meet him there on the journey…part lament, part praise, part grief, part hope, part wrestling, part pondering…these tracks resonate as Steven’s personal psalms.”

Don’t misunderstand me; I’m not looking to be a martyr. But I do want to live my life as a book of personal psalms, singing about the journey from the mountains to the valleys, and everywhere in between.

“Heaven is our home. Let’s live like it.” ~ Steven James

Overflow

Here I bring my stains and crowns
Gentle river wash me now
Your love is deeper than I know
Your ways higher than I can go

Lead me in Your holiness
I will follow, I confess
Glory is the song I sing
Your life is living me

And where would I be
Without You, without You?
Where would I be
Without You?

I will bow before the cross
Cherish my Redeemer's cost
There is nothing I can do
But only stand amazed by You

Mercy new with every day
Wrapped up in Your arms of grace
Nothing more, You're all I need
Your life is living me

Like a waterfall
You fill my heart and overflow
Like a candle flame
You light my way
And lead me as I go

Spirit overflow
Let me overflow

Chris Tomlin





Photos of Cascades Recreation Area in the Jefferson National Forest, Pembroke, Virginia by Hannah Link

Open up the Sunroof

Yesterday I helped Hannah move back into her dorm, and it was a bittersweet day for me. On the one hand, I missed her before I even drove off campus. I enjoyed her company at home this summer, and I can say with a glad heart that she’s my friend, as well as my daughter. The house seems very quiet and still tonight.

But on the other hand, when I told her goodbye I knew I wouldn’t want it any other way. During the drive back to Abingdon I was thinking how much easier it was to leave her there this year, knowing she’s going to be just fine. I was pretty sure she’d be okay last year…but you’re never 100 percent sure, you know?

As I was heading south into the sunset on I-81, tired but thankful for the day, I opened my sunroof to get some fresh air. While I cruised along, deep in thought, I would occasionally smell something that would pull me into the moment. That’s just part of the fun of having a sunroof. Sometimes you get a wonderful fragrance, like freshly cut hay or wild honeysuckle. Other times it’s not so pleasant, like when a trucker burns up his brakes on a steep incline, or when I pass that chicken farm between Staunton and Harrisonburg on my way to visit Mom.

Either way, when the weather’s fine and you slide the sunroof open you experience the trip on an elevated sensory level. You become part of your surroundings, rather than just passing through them. And last night it occurred to me that living is like that, too. It’s easy to isolate myself and watch life pass through the windows. I may get to where I’m going, but I’ll miss so much along the way…

If I make the effort to be open to life though, I can experience everything God has for me, and never wonder what I might have missed. He may even prompt me to take a few detours I never would have been brave enough to explore on my own. And even if it rains in my sunroof, like it did the other night while we were celebrating Hannah’s birthday in Carrabba’s, I’ll count it as part of the journey. God is good, all the time.

But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. ~ 2 Corinthians 2:14 (NIV)

Super Sense

A good friend with a fun sense of curiosity recently asked me this question: If I could have any one super power, what would I choose? (And yes, this was the same friend who asked me what my "warning label" would say.) He picked flight and I hate to be unoriginal, but that would be pretty cool. I mean, who wouldn't want to be able to fly, other than people afraid of heights, and maybe my mother?

Ultimately I dodged the question with a vague mention of Space Ghost Coast to Coast, who had really neat wrist bands that could shoot out all sorts of "rays," the most memorable to me being an "odor ray." (Yeah, this is how people with three wishes end up wasting them all in fairy tales...) But then I found this illustration, and I wondered if common sense might not be a more valuable super power:


"Let the wise listen and add to their learning,
and let the discerning get guidance - for understanding proverbs and parables, the sayings and riddles of the wise.

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge,
but fools despise wisdom and discipline."

Proverbs 1:5-7 (NIV)


Call it common sense or wisdom - it was precious enough for Solomon to ask for, and that makes it priceless to me.

WARNING(S)

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Ever wonder what it would be like if people came with warning labels?

Yesterday a friend asked me what my warning label would be, if I came with one. I know his intent was to provoke a short, pithy answer, but the question really got me thinking. (Hint: Don't ask a writer for anything unless you're prepared to read their entire answer.)

Would interactions between people be easier if we came with warning labels, or would those warnings reduce our relationships to polite but distant exchanges? Would we ever think it would be worth the time and effort to really get to know someone, or would we write them off based on their warnings? For that matter, do we already write people off based on labels?? (Hint: You shouldn't have to think on that question too long.)

When I tried to write my own warning label I couldn't help thinking of several other people I could write labels for much more easily. And while I'm sure my friends and family could add several more warnings to my label, I'm just thankful God already knows all of the warnings, including the ones I can't see for the "plank in my own eye." The even better news is, He's still working on me.

So, without further ado, here's my warning label:

WARNING(S): While generally proven reliable in tests, there have been reports of starting difficulties, particularly during early morning hours and in cold weather. If unit will not start, prime engine with 1-2 cups of coffee and wait one hour. There have also been reports of problems shutting unit off at night. This technical difficulty is easily remedied with a glass of milk and any book. To accelerate shutdown, place in bed and cover with a goose down comforter.

Due to age, unit is prone to overheating. When this happens, simply turn a fan on high or set the AC on low until temperature regulates.

This particular model may occasionally become discouraged, anxious, worried, or just plain weary. To remedy these situations, whisper truth directly into the heart (Isaiah 40:28-31, Proverbs 3:6, or Philippians 4:6-7, depending on its condition) and let unit rest as long as necessary. In case of hurt feelings, it may be helpful to remind her that she is, “God’s baby girl,” and treat her like the princess she is.

Finally, in rare situations unit may act impulsively, sometimes changing direction entirely. If this happens, simply hold on tightly and wait for emotions to subside. Unit should self-correct in due time.

NOTE: This model includes the following modules: Cooking, Wine Tasting, Love of the Arts (Books/Music/Movies/Plays), Creative Writing, Sense of Humor, Loyalty, Encouragement, and Ability to Drive a Straight Shift. This model is NOT equipped with the following optional modules: Diva Personality, Camping, Skiing (water or snow), Crafting, Money Saving, Gardening, Puzzle Solving, or Enjoyment of Sushi.

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