Blessed Are the Peace....

Makers or Keepers?

In all the chaos of the world, who couldn't use some peace?  With all the "in your face" controversial and confrontational parts of life, calm and quiet is pretty appealing.  The truth is, sometimes peace comes at the cost of expending some energy toward chaos and confrontation.  Does that surprise you?

There's a group of people assigned to do a particular job when countries fall into conflicts or war.  They are known as the Peace Keepers.  They are often a neutral, but armed, military force that moves into an area to enforce a cease fire or other agreement reached by both sides.  They are literally there to keep the peace.  Due to their intimidating presence, it often works.

So what does peace keeping look like in our own lives?  The easiest example to think of is refereeing two or more children/siblings who are arguing.  The neutral party moves in to stop the conflict and ease tensions.   Oftentimes just having the neutral party present is enough to get the arguing children to go their separate ways.

But what is peace keeping really?

In a phrase, peace keeping is just another way of saying, "Don't rock the boat."

We've all been there:  something is said or done that is offensive or unacceptable.  You want to address it, but how?  Do you lay out the facts?  Do you share your emotions?  Will the other person get defensive if you say something?  Maybe it will create an even bigger offense.  So after some quick thoughts, you decide to just let it go, ignore it, pretend it really didn't upset or offend you.  Keep the peace.  Don't rock the boat.

So how'd that work out for ya?

My guess is that this person soon said or did something else that was offensive or unacceptable.  And since you let it go the first time, now it seems silly to bring it up.  It looks like you're keeping score.  And since you let it go the first time, the offender thinks it's ok to continue acting this way.  They have no reason to believe otherwise.  They are going to keep speaking or behaving in a manner unpleasing to you because you are busy keeping the peace.  It's a false peace because it never lasts and nothing is ever resolved.

If you've read any of my previous posts, you know that I have a wonderful son who was brought into my life when I married his father.  You may also recall that this young man was very angry at the world during his preteen years and was not much of a joy to be around.  It was his way or he'd argue.  It was his way or he'd whine.  It was his way or he'd go to his dad to tell him how mean I was to him.  It was his way or he made life miserable.  And at first, we just wanted to show him love through his anger.  He had a lot of legitimate stuff to be angry about.  So we gave him some space to vent his frustrations.  But pretty soon it was clear that he was just getting more comfortable in his ability to run the family with his demands and behavior.  The day his dad told me to "just get along with him" was the day I knew things had to change.  We were starting to remind each other not to step on his toes so we wouldn't start a conflict with him.  The days of "don't rock the boat" had to end because we were taking on water.

If peace keeping wasn't working, what did that leave us?

Have you ever read the scripture verse that says, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God." (Matthew 5:9)  I had read it many times, never giving it much thought.  Until recently, I had always considered it another synonym for peace keepers.  But I was very, very wrong.

Peace makers MAKE peace.  Let that sink in.

Peace makers come into a conflict and confront it.  In order to create a lasting peace, something must change.  That's what a peace maker does.  This isn't to be confused with changing or fixing the person; only an individual can choose to change.  But by creating a change in our own responses to a situation, we can be a catalyst for real change and real peace.

Back to our son.  I had to make a conscious effort to handle things differently.  And believe me when I say, this created even more conflict than before.  Our son was not going to just give up the behavior overnight.  He'd learned that his methods had a payoff - do it long enough and you get what you want because everyone gives in.  No way he was giving up getting his way.  So greater conflict ensued because I was finally making him make peace with us.  Without going into the nitty gritty details, it was messy.  It was exhausting.  It was complicated.  It was painful.  It was worth it.  Pretty soon we had a teenager who was giving us resistance because that's what teenagers do, not because he was trying to run the family.  He was learning that we loved him despite his attitude, so he learned his attitude wasn't necessary to prove if we loved him.  By requiring him to work out his frustrations instead of avoiding all interaction with them, he realized that life could be more than the anger he felt.  I taught him to not only make peace with us, but to make peace with himself.

So when scripture tells us that "Blessed are the peacemakers," it is saying that blessings come from going into the trenches of conflict and getting dirty in the process of peace.  The implication then is that staying inside the boat so it doesn't tip over actually causes more harm and, dare I say, brings with it no blessings, but even more turmoil.

Peace making isn't easy.  It isn't fun.  It isn't comfortable.  It isn't the calling we want on our lives at the time.  But it can be one of the most beautiful and meaningful parts of our testimony.  Why?  Because when there is conflict, people usually know it.  When a marriage is in trouble, when kids are acting out, when friends are at odds with one another, other people see it.  You know you're talking about your trouble to someone.  You're sharing your heartaches and headaches with someone.  I know I was!  So there's always an audience.  When peace keeping is happening, that audience has a front row seat to the continuing chaos.  But when peace making begins to be implemented, that same audience begins to see a change.  As you share the changes taking place in your life, they can see and hear the difference.  They can see and hear the hope and healing taking place.  And they are ministered to through you because they can see what God is doing in your relationships.

And that's the key.  In case you haven't realized it already, the scripture says that peace makers will be called "children of God."  God is all about making peace; lasting peace.  There is no way I could have walked out my circumstances without God beside me, offering me strength and wisdom and hope.  I ran to Him many times looking for fresh ideas and crying in my spirit "This is taking too long!"  But "making" is creating.  It's easy to keep something that already exists, but creating something out of nothing?  THAT takes time.  You cannot do it alone.  You will not walk that difficult road for long if you're walking it alone.  You are a child of God and He wants to help you make peace with whatever is going on in your life.  It doesn't mean it won't hurt.  In fact, I can promise it will.  It doesn't mean it won't be messy, because it usually is.  But making peace is necessary if it's going to lead to lasting peace. 

If you are spending your days walking on eggshells and balancing the oars of a boat going nowhere, I encourage you to go to the Father and ask Him to help you make peace.  Maybe you don't need to make peace with another person, but you need to make peace with yourself, with your past.  That, too, can be difficult and painful.  But it will be so worth it.  Will you trust Him to walk you through the tough times to bring you through to the other side?  He is, after all, the Prince of Peace.

Sticks and Stones...

...sting less than words

There's a great song by Hawk Nelson called "Words."  It describes the different ways words impact us on a daily basis, bringing either pain or hope.  It's a great song that has resonated with so many because we've all been on the receiving end of painful words. And lately I've been pondering words.  Or more specifically, the results of words.  They're funny things - sounds and syllables placed together in a particular order that then have different meanings when strung together in different orders.  Fascinating really, our ability to communicate and share ideas and thoughts and feelings all with our words.  But there's a dark side to all we say.  There's a great divide and deep cuts that come with words that is often ignored and excused.  And that's where I've been in my thoughts lately.

Recently, I've been able to watch several situations come about because of hurtful words.  Someone very close to me has been dealing with bullying on a near daily basis from more than a handful of attackers.  Words about appearance and intellect cut the deepest, although they aren't the only insults.  The ugliness spewed has left nasty scars and serious wounds.  There's nothing to see on the outside, save a dimmer and less frequently seen smile, slumped shoulders, and a failing attempt to "get over it and be okay."  The tears are saved for when no one is looking.  The internal dialogue agreeing with the hateful bullies is almost worse than the original onslaught.  The mental anguish of feeling helpless to change or improve to the standards the bullies have set  leave a new level of failure to measure against.  It breaks my heart, and I'm doing my best to help this beautiful person heal.

The sad truth is, many of these bullies wouldn't believe they are really bullies at all.  They think they're funny or "just playin'!"  Everyone else laughed, so they can't possibly be a bully, right?  There's been no pushing or punching, so no bullying...right?  "Names can never hurt me" chants of childhood ring in their memories so they excuse themselves from the guilt of inflicting unbearable pain.  All the while, a chorus of words plays on repeat in the minds of the victim.  Words of judgment and expectation and failure that continue over and over in a monotonous hum that won't even be drowned out  by crying.

I was also recently a witness to a conversation that took place in the very public eye of social media, the ever popular place of sharing opinions and drawing war lines with those who have differing points of view.  A statement was shared; a concern about that statement was offered; that concern was rebuffed.  In a matter of hours, there was a friendship lost and several others barely hanging on.  All because the words exchanged were thrown about with little care for where they landed.  Slashes were made, blood drawn, and the bandaids offered were not accepted.  It was painful to watch.

Several months ago, I decided to try to keep my focus on the childhood rule - "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."  It's a good rule, keeping my mouth from flippantly tossing insults or gossip or speaking at the expense of others.  I was doing a bible study and was reminded of Matthew 12:36 where Jesus says, "But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken."  That was sobering.  Not only do I need to watch my words of insults and gossip, but I am to include every word that is unnecessary, wasteful, divisive, and self-edifying (empty).  And to make it even worse, those words I've previously uttered (by my mouth or by my hand) have already been written down by the God Who has heard them all.  That was gut wrenching.

We waste too many of our words on things that don't matter.  We talk about the weather and pets and what we had for dinner.  We make sure others know about our dreams and our successes and our accolades, leaving no room for them to share their lives too.  

We waste too many of our words on things that shouldn't matter.  We throw out private and sensitive details of our lives like it's an infomercial - "Comment now for more information!"  We toss our opinions around as if ours is the only one that matters, expecting that another harsh string of words will somehow convert anyone who disagrees with us.  Then we judge those who don't agree with us and are offended at the intolerance!

And we waste too many opportunities to use words that do matter.  We see someone struggling and think "glad it's not me" instead of reaching out to them.  We see someone going through a mess and want to hear all the dirty details instead of offering to help them through it.  We see someone hurting and we pile on more hurt instead of relieving some of the burden.

The bible has a lot to say about words: 

               *The tongue can bring death or life; those who love to talk will reap the consequences. (Proverbs 18:21)
               *A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. (Proverbs 15:1)
               *For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned. (Matthew 12:37)
                    *It is not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth; this defiles a person. (Matthew 15:11) 

As Christians, it is especially important for us to keep these scriptures close:
               
               *If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his heart, this person's religion is worthless. (James 1:26)
               *Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. (Ephesians 4:29)                
               *May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer. (Psalm 19:14)


The bible tells us that every person will be held accountable for their words.  But I believe that we, as followers of Christ, have a greater responsibility to keep our words pure and loving.  We are to reflect and share the love of Jesus with those around us - how can we show His love when we are failing to be loving?  How can we show His compassion when we fail to be compassionate?  How can we show His forgiveness when we fail to be forgiving?

I have been the target of many insensitive and even hateful words.  I have been "put in my place" and told "where I can go" because I've been different or thought differently.  But I have also been the mastermind behind some insensitive and hateful words.  Sometimes I was misunderstood and taken out of context and not given the opportunity to explain.  Other times, many times, I was intentional in my ugly words.  And to the best of my knowledge, I have attempted to make amends and apologize to those I've injured. But the memory is there.  The scar might fade, but the memory might rear up every now and then and they think, "I remember what you said.  I still remember that hurt me."  For that, I am eternally sorry.  I can't make it any better than I have already tried.

But I can do better.  I can remember that my words matter.  I can remember that my words are meant to be used for good and to show love.  And so are yours!  Take inventory of the way you speak.  Pay attention to the words you say or write or type.  They're finding a target somewhere.  Our aim is usually very good and if we're going to hit someone with what we say, then let it be with something that will make them smile, or feel important, or feel treasured.  

I have a folder of saved things from my husband.  Things he's said or written to me so I can pull them out and read them whenever I want.  And they always make me laugh or smile and just love him even more.  That is the kind of internal dialogue we should be giving people.  Moments to recall when they were complimented or told how special they are to us.  Those playing over and over on a continuous reel do so much more healing than you can imagine. 

"Finally, brothers and sisters, 

whatever is true, whatever is noble, 

whatever is right, whatever is pure, 

whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable

--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--

think about such things." 

(Philippians 4:8)

And when you're done thinking on those things, SPEAK THOSE THINGS!

When Prayer Seems Wrong...

...because it's not life or death

I have a friend who shared a dilemma with me once:  she was dealing with the stress and uncertainly of changing jobs and moving, but a close family member had just learned some very serious, life-threatening news about their unborn baby.  My friend said to me, "I feel guilty praying and asking God to answer my prayers when their prayers are so much more important.  How can I possibly pray about my life when it doesn't even come close to what they're going through?"

Have you ever been there?  Prayed for a raise, or a safe trip, or a great parking space and then realized that some people are praying for healing from disease, for food to put on the table, for comfort as they just lost a loved one...I know I have.  And I have felt terrible about it. 

But what about those things we pray for that, while not life or death situations, are still real struggles for us?  Like "please don't let me lose my job;" "my child is failing in school;" "my husband and I don't agree on going to church;" "my best friend's husband is cheating on her and I don't know what to do."  Those are real struggles! 

There's a sentence we use in my family to describe this human nature - When I have a toothache, I don't care about the children in Africa.  Doesn't that about sum it up?  We know there are problems out there for other people, but we have our own trouble! 

So the question is, are we wrong to pray about our trouble when it's not as important as someone else's trouble?

The Bible says NO! We are not wrong!

         "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God." Philippians 4:6

         "Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you." Psalm 55:22

         "For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are open to their prayer." 1 Peter 3:12

         "And this is the confidence that we have toward Him, that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us." 1 John 5:14

What good news!  Now that doesn't mean that we should take our prayers to Him frivolously (like praying for a good grade when we know we didn't study). And it does mean that He will grant us every wish and desire just because we asked Him.  It does mean that if it's important to us, it's important to Him. 

Remember my friend?  This was my answer to her:

You have two sons.  Let's say that one of them falls off his bike and skins his knee.  He runs to you, crying and hurting.  You scoop him up, kiss his face, wipe his tears.  You get his knee cleaned up and put a bandaid on.  He cuddles with you on the sofa, starting to feel better.  Your other son comes to you and asks you to color with him.  What do you say?  "How could you ask that?  Don't you see your brother hurt himself? How selfish of you!"  No, you smile and say yes.  You know that your other son needs your attention as well and this is a need you can meet.  You know that your one son is not more special because he skinned his knee, and your other son is not less special because he only wants to color.  Both children had a need and they came to their parent to make it better.  That's what we do with God.  We go to him when we are hurting and we go to him when we are not.  He doesn't pick and choose who to love based on the need.  He doesn't tell us "How dare you" when our request isn't as serious as another.  He loves us, as a Father.

God calls Himself our Father.  In that way, He has our best interest in mind, and He wants to hear about our struggles.  He wants us to leave our burdens with Him.  And while His answer may not always be the one we hope for or expect, you can be sure that He cares about the things that are troubling you.

So take your petitions to the Lord with confidence.  He hears you and He loves you.  

Investing...

...in you.....
 

Have you ever wanted something really badly so you decide to save up the money to buy it?  If you're like most people, what you do in the meantime is research.  You read the reviews, find out the exact specs of the item you want, see what the competition is.  Let's say it's a new car:  you do your research, you find the make and model you want, you know the gas mileage, the engine size, the safety features.  But what color do you want?  Cloth or leather?  Sunroof?  Alloy wheels?  Upgrades to the sound system, alarm system, navigation system?  By the time you walk into the dealership, you know EXACTLY what you are looking for.  And you know there may be a couple things you'll have to compromise on like color or alloy wheels.  Or maybe you aren't willing to compromise anything, but you know that you'll have to compromise your time to wait on that exact car to come along (or be made) so you're sure to get everything you want.  But that's okay, because this is a big decision.  A car costs a lot of money and you should get exactly what you're looking for.

How about a house?  Again, the research - neighborhood crime rates, school zones, commute times to work.  You want to know how much comps are from one zip code to the next.  And as you narrow down your desired area, you have to make a list of all the things you want IN your house.  Brick or vinyl?  One story or two?  Carport or garage?  Acreage or lot? How many bathrooms and bedrooms?  Carpet or hardwood?  You want the whole package:  open floor plan with a living room and dining room, den for the kids, finished basement, dedicated office, large master suite, a guest room, a pool, an upgraded kitchen and it all needs to come in $50,000 less than what you're willing to pay.  Okay, maybe that's pushing it, but you know what I mean.  You want exactly what you want and you will look at many, many, MANY houses before you finally realize you need to reevaluate your expectations.  But no matter what, there are some things you will not compromise because this is an enormous decision and you should get exactly what you're looking for.

So.....what about.....your relationship?

How many of you reading this have ever thought about (much less, written down) exactly what you're looking for in a significant other?  How many of you have given any thought about the kind of person you will spend the rest of your life with, outside of the "gorgeous" and "rich" categories?  Maybe you know you like dark hair or light eyes, you like the kind of car he drives or the kind of clothes she wears.  But what about everything else?  Where's your list of haves and have nots?  Perhaps it would look something like this:

       *I'm looking for a person who is kind, funny, compassionate, motivated, educated, silly, giving
       *I'm looking for a person who is tall/short, thin/curvy, athletic/healthy, social/homebody
       *I'm looking for a person who can cook, clean, change the oil, play an instrument, dance, travel
       *I'm looking for a person who does/doesn't smoke, does/doesn't drink, doesn't do drugs, doesn't have a criminal past, isn't a liar/cheat/deadbeat
       *I'm looking for a person who does/doesn't want kids, wants/doesn't want pets, doesn't live with their parents, pays their bills on time, is financially responsible
       *I'm looking for a person who will love me, listen to me, not abuse me, not play games with me, be loyal and be faithful
       *I'm looking for a person who loves God and has given his/her life to Christ so that we can build a relationship and family on a solid foundation.
       *I'm looking for a person who will pray with me, go to church with me, serve with me, lead me/work with me, study with me and spend a lifetime with me

Anybody have a list like this?  Not exactly like this, but a list of things that YOU are looking for?  Do you even KNOW what you're looking for to be able to make a list?  Why is it we make grocery lists and chore lists, we research colleges, and cars, and houses; but we rarely, if ever, make a list of the most important thing we will ever do in our lives - a picture of the person we will commit to and have children with.

I think the answer lies in the suggestion that we don't first know ourselves.  We don't know what we want, past surface ideas.  We know we want good looking and successful, but after that, we just figure it out as we go.  But as we go, we find ourselves dating people who should have never made it past a first date.  We give time to people long after they deserve to still be in our lives because.....why?  Is it because we think they will change?  Is it because we think we can change them?  Or is it because they change us?  If we don't know what we want, what we're looking for, we will go with whatever comes our way.  We like what they like, we do what they do, we go where they go....because we don't know what else to do.  So the first thing is to know ourselves.  And making that list of what you want will start that process.

As you make a list of what you're looking for, write down everything.  Hair color, job, salary, education level, geographically location - if you could make the perfect mate for yourself, what would they look like?  Character, past, religion, kids, nationality, whatever.  Write it down.  Then go back and put a star next to the things you're willing to compromise:  maybe you don't want a guy with a beard, but you know, if it's the right guy, you could live with it.  Maybe you don't want a girl with tattoos, but if the girl of your dreams had one, you might not mind it after all.  What would be okay to live with?  Then you need to highlight the things you absolutely will not compromise:  she cannot be a shoplifter, he cannot be 35 and living on his parents sofa.  Highlight those things that will matter long after the first few dates.

Remember the example of the car?  Imagine going shopping for a car and you had no idea what you wanted.  You'd be spending a lot of time at the dealership and really be getting on a salesperson's nerves!  You wouldn't know the answers to any of the questions they asked you about what you wanted to drive; you'd have no idea which car was a better fit for your exact needs; you'd have no idea what price range you would need to avoid.  You could easily end up with a used 1992 Toyota or a 2015 Land Rover - neither of which is what the average person needs.  So you go in with your list, you narrow it down, and you have a few to test drive.

That's how this relationship list works.  You now have a list to use to narrow down the dating pool.  Have you ever found yourself dating the same type of person and wonder how that keeps happening?  With this new plan, hopefully that will be the end of that experience.  Because now, you can look at your list and say, "He dropped out of school at 16 and I have a master's degree.  This isn't a good match up for me right now."  Or maybe, "She's dated four of my friends.  She's not a good fit for me."  Right away, you've saved yourself time and energy on someone who isn't what you're looking for.  Let's say you have dated a couple months.  One night you're out to dinner.  Mr. Right has had a bad day and suddenly screams at the waiter, cursing and making a scene.  It's a side to him you've never seen before.  RED FLAG!  That would fall under that abuse thing on the list.  If he's confident enough to act like that in public to a stranger, guess what it's like in private with someone he knows.  Your list just helped remind you that this is NOT what you are looking for.  Before it goes any further, you need to get out. You don't wait until things get worse.  Maybe Ms. Right has decided that since you're too busy to take her out, she'll call up an old friend and have him take her out.  That's a red flag!  You don't want to be with someone who isn't loyal and doesn't respect you.  With your list, you pick up on red flags (big or small) sooner so you can make the choices that are best for you.

And the best thing is - you can change your list!  You can adjust it as you go.  You can decide what to add or remove.  You can decide what to star and what to highlight.  Your maturity and your experiences will always need to be taken into account.  Just like your taste and needs in cars and houses change over time, so do your tastes and needs in a relationship.  What you wanted at 20 might not be what you want at 27.  That's okay!  The important thing is to know what you want.  Know what you will compromise.  Because the things you settle for can easily be the things that don't matter....or they can be the things that end up mattering the most.  Many people compromise the most important things and that's how they end up with the wrong significant other.  And it doesn't mean that they're bad people - it just means that they're wrong for you.

I share this with you from experience.  I had a list as a teenager, and I ignored all the red flags.  I ended up divorced after some bad years.  I have a sister who had to divorce after some very abusive years because she too ignored red flags.  I have a daughter who is divorced because she didn't know what red flags to watch for.  There are many, many variables that make up a relationship.  I'm not trying to say that this method is the cure for all the breakups out there.  I'm simply saying that if you will handle your worth and your future with as much care as you do other big decisions, you can find yourself in a much better position than perhaps you have in the past.

And one last bit of advice:  if those who love you (truly love you and have your best interest at heart) are telling you that your boyfriend/girlfriend isn't the right one for you, listen to them!  They are trying to tell you they've picked up on red flags that you may have missed.  Instead of being defensive, be grateful.  Hear them out, try to see if they have a point.  If they care about you, they won't want to hurt you.  They're trying to protect you.

The Poop in the Brownies Part 2

The Holy Nature of God

There's a story I've told my kids for years about the poop in the brownies that has given them a great visual for how our choices, our sins, can affect ourselves and others.  Our sins separate us from God in the same way that our minds (and stomachs!) tell us that we want nothing to do with those poopy brownies.  It is only through Christ's sinless life given on the cross can we be cleansed from our sins.  Without that, we are still like the brownies:  filled with something unclean, unpleasant, and utterly undesirable.

But what about that?  How does a God who is supposed to love us more than anything decide that if we don't accept His Son, Jesus Christ, as the One Who cleanses us from our, sin then He isn't going to let us into heaven?  Here's another analogy I've used with my kids to explain the perspective of God.

Imagine we live on a farm.  There's a huge yard and a large barn.  There are horses and chickens and cows and sheep and pigs.  You are a little boy (or maybe a tomboy little girl) who loves to play outside.  You also love to play with the animals.  Especially the pigs.  They run and squeal and you chase them all over the pen.  You're having a great time.  Then it's time for dinner, and Dad is standing on the porch calling you to come inside.  You come running across the yard, ready to hurry to your seat.  And that's when Dad says, "STOP! You can't come inside!"

You freeze.  He's called your name and he's waiting on you, but now he won't let you in.  You're confused.

Dad says, "You are filthy.  You are covered in mud and muck and pig mess.  There's no way I'm letting you in here."  You look down and realize you are covered in everything he just said (and then some).  You were having so much fun playing and goofing off that you didn't realize the mess you were in.  And now you can't go inside looking (and smelling!) that way. You need cleaned from head to toe.

Now imagine that instead of playing with the pigs, you've only been jumping in mud puddles all day.  Rain has left your yard full of wonderful places to splash in and you've had a great day of fun.  Now it's time for dinner.  Again you run for the house.  But again Dad says, "You're not coming in here like that."  You look down and, although you aren't covered head to toe in muck, you are still pretty dirty from the waist down.  Mud and water and grass is matted in your jeans, all over your shoes, your socks are soaking wet.  All the fun you were having making a smaller mess still left you dirty.


Does your Dad not love you?  He won't let you in his house.
Does he not care about you?  He won't even come near you.

The truth is no parent wants all that mess in their house.  The spots on the floor, the tracks in the carpet, the ring around the tub, the smell of the laundry....there's no way you're coming in my house!

Just like the poop in the brownies, what if the mud and muck is sin?  It doesn't matter if you're covered head to toe in the most awful mess or only matted with some smaller mess - you are still dirty.

Many times, we are like children playing outside, carefree and without thought to the choices we are making, so long as we are having fun.  We tell ourselves, and each other, that as long as we aren't hurting anyone what we are doing is ok. So we play and we get a little mud on our shoes.  And we play some more and get some mud on our jeans.  And then we think, since I'm already a little dirty, what's the big deal if I go ahead and do that 'more fun' thing...and suddenly we are covered head to toe in muck.  We don't realize that the fun of chasing after the pigs puts us right in the center of the pig pen. We don't even notice right away that we are eventually eating slop, the whole while there is a meal waiting for us inside the house.  We forget that pigs love to be dirty, and by putting ourselves in their environment, we only go deeper into the mud and get more dirty and more filthy.

And what if the Dad is God the Father?  In His holiness, He cannot allow the filth of sin to come into His home (heaven).  He sees your mess, He sees your sins, and He loves you anyway - just as an earthly father does. But like an earthly father, God wants you to be cleansed.  He wants to wash away the muck and the mess and the sin. Through His Son, Jesus Christ, God has given each of us a way to be washed clean.

Upon the cross, Christ died as the final sacrifice for all sin - past, present, and future.  He took upon Himself every sin of every person who had or would ever live.  In this way, He paid the price for sin.  Although He Himself was sinless, He voluntarily chose to take the place of every sinner so that they could become clean and enter the kingdom of God.  1 John 1:7 says that "The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanses us from all sin."  

It is only through being spiritually clean that we are able to come into the Father's house.  Although He loves us, enough to send Jesus in our place, He cannot let us into His home without being cleansed.  It is not because He is mean or unkind or lacking compassion.  It is not because we are worthless to Him or unimportant.  It is because He loves us so much that He doesn't want to leave us in the muck that we have covered ourselves with.  It is His greatest desire to see us come into His home and sit at His table and fellowship with us.  But we cannot cross into that threshold without being clean.

If you find yourself wanting to answer the call of the Father to His table, I encourage you to begin here.

*Acknowledge that you are covered in muck - a little or a lot, it doesn't matter.  I am a sinner in need of a Savior - this is to repent or turn away from sin

*Believe in your heart that God sent His perfect Son, Jesus, to die in your place and raised Him from the dead - this is to trust that Jesus paid the full penalty for each individual sin

*Confess Jesus as your Lord and your God - this is to surrender control of your life to Jesus, every facet, every aspect

*Receive Jesus as your Savior forever - this is to accept that God has done for me and in me what He promised     Article found here




For another analogy like this, see Why Won't Everyone Go to Heaven.

 There is a place for you at His table.

The Poop in the Brownies Part 1

The Sin Nature of Man

Years ago, I was talking to my girls about how our choices can affect our lives.  We were focusing on how even small, seemingly insignificant decisions can have major consequences in our lives and in the lives of others. I gave them the following analogy:

It's the end of the school day and you walk into the kitchen to find I've been making brownies.  The house smells of warm chocolate and the gooey goodness has just been removed from the oven.  You throw down your backpack and sit at the island to tell me about your day as we wait for the brownies to cool.  There's still a mess on the counter:  bowls, ingredients, a mixer with batter still on the beater.  You reach over and get a generous helping of batter on your finger.  As you go to lick it off, you notice a saucer of what looks like a small bit of soft chocolate.  Only it doesn't exactly look like chocolate.  You lean in closer and suddenly smell the total opposite of chocolate.  Your mind tells you that it can't possibly be what you think it is.  And then you realize you have almost licked your finger.  You look at me and ask, "Is that poop?!"  And I say, "Yes."  "You put it in the brownies?!?"  "Yes, but you'll hardly taste it.  They should be cooled now.  Do you want one?" I ask.  "No!!!!! That's disgusting!"

At this point, my kids were dry heaving and laughing at the silliness of the story.  I asked them if they would really turn down a brownie with poop in it, if it was mixed in really well.  They vehemently say yes.  I ask why and they tell me that even if they can't taste it, they know it's in there.  They think it's nasty and want nothing to do with it. 

So I go on to say what if you come home and there's still poop on the plate, but instead of being mostly gone, there's only a little bit missing. I only added a little. "Now do you want one?" I ask.  "No!!!!! That's still disgusting!"

I asked them if they would still turn down a brownie with only a little bit of poop.  Again, they agree that there's no way they are eating that brownie.  I ask why if it's only a little bit and not a lot.  Again, they say that it doesn't matter because even that little bit ruined the whole batch.

That is when we discussed that even small, tiny choices can have an impact.  Sometimes the impact isn't a big deal; sometimes you aren't even aware of the impact until much later.  But there is always a ripple effect to the decisions we make.  And then I told them to imagine that instead of the poop being a poor choice, what if it represented sin.

What if the poop in the brownies was a 'little white lie?'  What if it was sneaking the answer off your classmate's paper?  What if it was taking that dollar from mom's purse?  What if it was saying something mean and hateful to someone?  The poop in the brownies suddenly took on a whole new meaning.  Instead of just being a gross snack, now it was a picture of what we do in our hearts when we don't do the right thing.  The little sin that we convince ourselves isn't that big a deal sounds a whole lot worse when we think of it as poop in our food.  We would never voluntarily eat that poop brownie.  But we do that with our sin all the time.  We voluntarily make the choice to do the wrong thing because we think it's no big deal.  Except the more often we make the wrong choice, the more sin it leads to.  Pretty soon we're telling lies to cover our first lie. We're cheating on all our tests.  We're stealing from other people.  We're bullies and gossips.  And the portion of the poop in the brownies gets bigger and bigger.  And we just keep eating it.

There's a saying that says "one bad apple spoils the whole bunch."  We also talked about the scripture in Galatians (5:9) that references sin:  "A little yeast works through the whole batch of dough."  It means that no matter how much dough there is, even the tiniest bit of yeast will cause the dough to rise.  That's what sin does - it comes in small and grows and grows and grows.  The only way to keep the dough yeast-free is to not add any yeast.  Sounds simple enough, but how much bread do you eat that doesn't have yeast?  The same is true of our lives.  The only way to be sin free is to not add any sin.  But we aren't capable of that.  As fallen humans, we are born into sin.  We all fall and we all make choices that lead us away from a perfect and holy God.  But He has made a way for us through His Son Jesus Christ.  It is only through His sin free life and sacrifice that we are able to live our lives making better choices, turning away from our sin nature.

This is why I like the poop in the brownies analogy.  It's a great visual of our sin nature.  There's another analogy I tell my girls to share the holy nature of God.  See Part 2 here.

Blood is Thicker...

Than Water...or is it?

Have you ever heard that phrase?  Has it ever been used on you?  Or against you?  I know I've heard it
many, many times when someone close to me has tried to explain why they feel a particular allegiance that should otherwise be forgotten.  And every time it's said, all I feel is...undervalued, unappreciated, expendable, temporary, and certainly unloved.

It seemed that no matter what effort I put forth, no matter what heart and tears and work and compassion I offered, it was never going to measure up because I was just the "water" compared to the familial blood relative.  The blood relative that had absolutely no concern for or relationship with this person, but who received the loyalty nonetheless due to the importance of the "blood" connection.

One day I came across a wonderful article that listed The 5 Most Frequently Misused Proverbs.  Imagine my excitement when I saw that this quote was one they discussed.  Imagine my great delight when I read the truth of the proverb.

As stated in the article, we tend to use the phrase "blood is thicker than water" to either express loyalty (as mentioned above) or exert guilt upon a person who isn't siding with family.  It turns out, that's completely wrong!  The link is above, but here's an excerpt:

              ...if "blood" is referring to blood relations, then what...is the "water" supposed to refer to? Well, we can trace this back to an earlier proverb, which was that "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." Which means we've actually got it backward -- the "water of the womb," or our family relationships, is not as strong as the "blood of the covenant." Rather than "blood" shared by family, the original interpretation of the term was literal blood. In other words, the blood that is shed by soldiers on the battlefield makes for stronger bonds than those of the family you happened by chance to be born into. It was also used in reference to "blood covenants" that people used to make, which involved cutting each other and mixing their blood together in a more hardcore version of the modern pinkie swear.

Isn't that interesting?!?  "Blood shed...on the battlefield makes for stronger bonds than those of the family you happened by chance to be born into."  What a concept!  And that was when I realized that, although the person I loved who had been using this phrase as an explanation about why I didn't quite make the cut, it was really a blessing he was bestowing on me.  Only he didn't know it either.

You see, I had shed some blood with this person.  But more importantly, we had been in battle together.  We had fought each other and we'd fought side by side.  We had overcome adversity and we had prevailed in ways we could not have imagined.  And it was by choice.  There was no DNA between us to bind us to one another.  There was no relational expectation of loyalty to hold to.  It was a choice to work together, to battle together, in order to win.  At no time did the "water of the womb" come near to battle at his side.  At no time did the "water of the womb" stand strong and protective when necessary.  No, that was me.  That was the one who was not blood to him.

It's been years since I've heard that phrase as it was meant all those times previous.  But it still lingered on my heart as a wound.  As a reminder that I was and would always be found lacking.  Since finding this article and reading the history of this phrase, I have not only found peace with the memories, but I have found hope.  The person I love may never know the truth behind this phrase.  But I do.  And so I don't have to feel inadequate because I know I have more than proven my worth in the battlefield.

And what of the ultimate blood, the blood of Christ?  He Who faced the greatest enemy - death - and overcame it with His own sacrifice.  He Who has no DNA tie to us other than His divine love yet came to earth to prove that love.  Christ Who goes before us in battle because we are His own.  That is the blood that is thicker than water.  For while the water of baptism is an act of obedience, it does not in itself have the power to save.  Only that is found in the blood of the perfect Lamb of God.

For those who have heard this phrase, or those who have used it themselves, I hope you find new clarity in the truth behind this proverb.  Instead of being used to guilt or divide, it was intended to build up and encourage.  It is meant to form bonds instead of break them.  I know that I now hear this phrase with a new sense of strength and purpose.  I hear it with gratitude and achievement and permission to keep moving forward.

I will never share the "waters of the womb" with some of the people I most love.  But I have and will continue to share the battlefield on their behalf.  And while the wounds that are afflicted may not draw literal blood, the scars are no less real.  I have seen the injuries caused and I know the damage left behind by those "waters."

For as long as I can, I will stand with them against the "waters."  I will fight beside them.  I will fight for them.  I will never stop because the blood that is shed on the battlefield is stronger than the waters of the womb.