What I saw missing from my ministry was balance. While it was important for me to be there when someone needed me, it was also important for me to spend time alone with God because I needed Him.
When facing tragedy or enduring long months of drought, it’s easy to shut down and go through the motions until you don’t feel so vulnerable. Instead, take a page from Jeremiah and give it to God—tell Him everything (He knows it anyway) and trust Him to water your soul. Because that’s how you grow deep roots. That’s how you find peace when it doesn’t make sense.
Procrastination, to paraphrase the dictionary, is a wilful delay of doing something that should be done. If I’m wilfully delaying paying my bills, then it’s as if I’m also doing this unto the Lord. So it’s wrong.
In recent days I’ve been challenged to allow myself to believe, really believe, that God loves me deeper and wider than any other person could love me. More than I can comprehend or understand. I need to believe it, because it is by this measure—the measure I believe Jesus loves me—that I will love God.
When you hear something nearly true, or partly true, it’s easy to accept it as true. That’s the thing about deception: sometimes it’s hard to spot, as small as uneasiness or something not sitting quite right.
Being involved in church, volunteering your skills, and helping others however you can aren’t actions specially set aside for the chosen few or the super religious. This is a calling for each of us and if we think we can strike out on our own, or just show up for nourishment but give nothing back to the body, we are missing the point.
I discovered the dream of tolerance and acceptance was an empty promise. When anything and everything becomes right and acceptable, people stop caring about one another. And yet, we celebrate this society as perfecting the model for all other societies to aspire to.
Knowing what you mean and meaning what you say are the first steps in effective communication. Knowing what God means and says is the first step to effective communication with Him.
Several years ago, I joined a worship band for a Sunday night church service. The service was fresh and exciting. It attracted many young people who didn’t grow up in the church and presented biblical truth in an interesting way to a hungry audience.
Well, as so many others I’m sure have experienced, the things that made the service attractive to this new group wasn’t welcomed with open arms by the regular congregation. I had assumed everyone would be as excited about the format shift as I was, and when they weren’t it threw me for a loop.
Years ago I remember sitting in a dimmed sanctuary listening to a musician perform a song written to Romans 8. And I remember thinking it was the most beautiful song I’d ever heard.
Whenever I hear a message on this passage the tune comes to mind and I start singing to myself, “Who shall separate us from the love of the Lord…trials, tribulations, perils, famine, or sword?”