Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Cock's Crow Signals a New Day...But Really? A Rooster?

When the cock crowed this morning (really. I accidentally set my alarm clock to the obnoxious rooster setting). Anyway, when the cock crowed, my eyes flew open and my first thought was Ephesians 1-4-22. I picked up my Bible and read. Ephesians 1:22, ..then Ephesians 4:22....or should it be Ephesians chapter 1 through chapter 4, verse 22. Ok, so I think it's supposed to be the latter.

The first thing that jumped off the page was in chapter 1, verse 21 & 22.
God has put Christ over all rulers, authorities, powers, and kings, not only in this world but also in the next. God put everything under his power and made him the head over everything
for the church (OK....We....Are....The...Church...so Jesus is over everything in us.) which is Christ's body. (whether we're at work, home with the fam or on vacation..WE ARE CHRIST'S
BODY) The church is filled with Christ and Christ fills everything in everyway.

That last part, He fills everything in everyway. That's what I want...for him to fill every part of me in every way possible. That's not unreasonable. I want my very pores to ooze Jesus. Not like a holier, above everyone else, holy roller, but I want people, both those that are his already and those that don't know him or me to be able to tell I've been with Jesus.

A result of this new understanding of who I am in Christ is I can no longer in good conscience be sarcastically rude to the person at the drive up window or that faceless person on the other end of the phone. I belong to him. I need to act like it.

Lord, please, fill me in everyway. Open my eyes to see and my ears to hear all that you are and all that you have for me to do. Thank you Lord.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Morning, Noon, & Night...He Hears Me.

Morning, noon, & night I am troubled and upset, but he will listen to me. Ps. 55:17

He paid attention to me, so I will call to him for help as long as I live. Ps. 116:2

I read these Psalms then, read my last journal entry. I was having a difficult time with some heart hurts. I poured my heart out to God, basically pleading with him to take away this pain...and to hurry up! I cried (as I so easily do).

Today in the dark of the morning he is saying, “I'm still here and I hear you. Between now
and healing, talk to me. Don't stop!”

O, Heavenly Father, I love you. Thank you Lord, that you love me like no other. Thank you Lord, that you can and do speak specifically to me. I lay my burdens down at your feet again, today. I most probably will lay the same ones again down tomorrow. But I know you'll be there. Not as a silent God watching creation; but as my Father who cares about me and is actively helping me and speaking to me.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Who Did He Come For? Mmmmmmm......

Ok…last week at the emergency room, God showed me people he loves and who need him.  Today he told me in my Random Book of Devotions to “Point People to Christ”.  I think I see a pattern.

            I don’t foresee worldwide recognition like Mother Teresa for my work with the poor, overlooked, and needy.  God is not necessarily calling me to work with the underprivileged.  But he very definitely wants me to see who he loves and to see who needs him.  He wants me to see who Jesus died for.

            God’s Son did not come to die for the churched.  For the saints.  He came to die for those who do not know him.  Maybe they have never been exposed to him at all.  They might look and act like me…but then again, they just might not.

            God wants me to see….                      
                        The illegal alien
            As someone The Creator loves.
            He wants me to see
                        The Muslim
            As someone he wants as his own.
                        The gang member…
            The Father longs for him.
                        The ladies I work with…
                                    They have good jobs,  
                                    Husbands,
                                    Families,
                                    And smiles on their faces,
                                    But they don’t know Jesus.
                       
            It may be that it is my job to introduce them to a life with Jesus in it.  To allow them to see God’s love for each of us through my life.

            Lord, cause me to be aware of those around me who don’t know you.  Cause me, Father to be very aware that you…The King…The Creator of All…that you want them, you love them.  Lord, help me to not judge others.  Help me to not be annoyed at their behavior or languages, of their differences.  But Lord, teach me to love them through your eyes.   Thank you, Father, for loving me and for dying for me. 
      
                
           

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Who ... or What Is It That I Worship?

                                                                       
            My devotion today told me God is dependable.  Oh, that’s not the way the Bible words it.  Psalm 135:13 says; Thy name, O Lord, endureth for ever; and thy memorial, O Lord, throughout all generations.

            I can depend on him.  I may not always understand him but he loves me more than my mamma, even more than I love me.

            The psalmist compared God’s steadfastness or his eternal-ness (I know, it’s not a word!) to idols.  How can something that’s made by human hands endure?  Endure like God does?  For that matter, the created loved ones around will pass, as well.  If we’re not looking to the One Creator to meet all our needs then…well,…we’re looking to something else…that would be an idol.  Anything or anyone we give our devotion to …anything or anyone that displaces God from the center of our lives…our thoughts…that we give more attention than we give to God.  Sure, we all have a life; responsibilities that take up our days.  But God should be the reason we live our lives.  God should be, in fact, we need God to be the ultimate reason we cook for our families or go to work.  It should be our Heavenly Father’s love for us that leaks out of us when we’re with our families or even talking to the mechanic about our car.

            Of course, these words I’ve written and illustrations I’ve used are ultimately for my benefit.  My Father has been trying to show me that anything…ANYTHING…that stands between me and him is an idol.  Something I worship.

            O Father, forgive me for looking away from you for the source of my happiness.  Lord, I for sure don’t understand all your ways; but I know you’ve loved me from before Calvary.  The reminders aren’t always pleasant, but please help me to see and recognize your reminders to refocus on you.  Thank you for being my foundation for living.  My Cornerstone.
                                                                    

Changes...or... A New Year, A New Me?

            Are you aware that change isn’t always pleasant?  Or fun?  And that learning new things can make you feel like your brain is jello?
           
            I said a few weeks ago that, things…they are a changing.  Boy, I had no idea!

            Now, I don’t necessarily believe that everything that happens to us is for a reason.  Pre-ordained, if you will.  This world is imperfect.  Sometimes we just get sick, or get a flat tire…or lose a job.  I know we can learn something from every occurrence if we will, but sometimes things just happen.  Then…there are those other times.

            A month ago I told you about Alana, my next door neighbor in the apartments I used to live in.  God revealed a missed opportunity.  He also showed me that I had judged Alana and found her now quite good enough to befriend.  Although, I’ve been known to staunchly defend the nameless, faceless less fortunate…or just someone who isn’t like me.  But give them a face, a name and maybe a few tattoos or a bandana, an unpleasant odor, or a vocabulary peppered with words that make me cringe and I tend to look away.  Not quite meet their eyes.  I might turn to get away from the smell.

            Lately, God’s been talking to me about sharing Him.  About what or who others see when they see me.  I’d like to think they see Jesus when they look at me. 

            I recently read a book that posed a challenging question.  What would happen if your heart got a day off and Jesus’ heart took its place…just for a day?  None of your circumstances changed; it would still be you but with Jesus’ heart walking through your day.  All of the seemingly insignificant words we say…would they still be said?  Might I spend an hour (or more) playing cards on the computer instead of making better use of my time?  Mmmmmm….it made me think.

            I’m sick…I think I have bronchitis.  But since I don’t have letters after my name...you know, like M.D., I need someone who does to write me a prescription.  And since I am new to town, with no regular doctor or insurance for that matter…I find myself at the local emergency room.  I have spent over 15 hours this week waiting for a doctor in the waiting area of said emergency room.  I asked God why I have to do this.  You know…kind of whined a bit.

            People here are different than me.  Most of them have a different skin color and at the very least, an accent when they talk.  And I don't mean Texan.  Some of them don’t even speak the same language.  Others have come in from the cold for a warm place to rest.  I can tell the guy next to me hasn’t cleaned up in a while.  Soon someone will come wake him for a ride to one of the shelters.  I heard Westside shelter is giving away some very nice clothes.  At least one of them I didn’t recognize as homeless because he was dressed so nice.  That was the one who is calmly convinced he’s got an intracranial brain bleed, and has very strong opinions of terrorists and alien life forms. 

            I’ve just come to try and convince someone to give me an antibiotic.  I’ll even tell them exactly what kind…if they’ll listen.  Somehow, I don’t see it happening exactly like that. 

            As I sat there, though for those 15 hours, I encountered drunks…in need.  A belligerent young homeless man looking for a cigarette…in need.  A sick gang member and his girlfriend…also, in need.  There was a mother with her little boy who was asking if his daddy’s was gonna wake up.  They were in need. 

            I look at the lady across the way who I think is homeless, and wonder what she would look like if her life circumstances had been different or what would I end up like if my circumstances were like hers?

            As I sit at my desk at work, I think to myself, I sure wish I could work with Christians or I wish I could encounter at the coffee shop folks getting together with their Bibles over a cup.  But Here is different from where I was before.  I don’t know why or what God has planned but I can tell he’s about to wake me up.  God didn’t intend for us to live in communes with only like-minded people around us.  He told us to be a light to others.  Matthew 5:14 & 16 says, “You are the light that gives light to the world.  A city that is built on a hill cannot be hidden.  ….  In the same way, you should be a light for other people.  Live so that they will see the good things you do and will praise your Father in heaven. 

            God also gave us Mark 16:15.  GO YE INTO ALL THE WORLD AND PREACH THE GOSPEL TO EVERY CREATURE.

            Ok, so we don’t all have to be preachers.  But we are supposed to let our lights shine.  Who am I supposed to let see my light?  Those folks in the E.R. or the people I work with every day. 

            God told me he’s doing a new work in my life.  I was thinking something along the lines of a quaint little house with trees, a fence, a place for flowers and then maybe a fella who adores Him, then me.  But instead, I think I better clean out my ears and put my glasses on so I don’t miss anything.  I’m in school!  Oh, I don’t doubt God has some wonderful things in store for me.  He’s shared a few of them with me.  But my purpose in life isn’t to keep God busy with my wish list.  I have a job.  I am an Illuminator.  And so are you.

            Heavenly Father, cause my ears to hear and my eyes to see your plan for me.  At least the next step you want me to take.  Lord, show me opportunities to share you and then the words and the courage to do so.  Thank you Father for letting me see you actually doing a work in my life.

           
           
         




  
           

Friday, December 31, 2010

A New Pair of Earplugs

            Today my Random Book of Devotions took me to Acts 26:13-19 where Paul is telling King Agrippa about what happened to him on the way to Damascus.  The whole point of the devotion today, is to tell your story to those God puts in your life.  Or your path.

            I love to talk.  I can get up in the morning with my motor revved and ready to talk your ear off.  If you know me at all, you probably know more about me than you want to.  I have no idea why I really feel you need and even want to know about my love affair with the color blue or with flowers.  But I do.  Lucky you!

            Now, when it comes to sharing my God stories, I clam up.  My co-workers don’t usually see God’s grace and power at work in my life.  I find it much easier to tell things about me that might make me look more like them.  Which, of course, I am, really.  I’m just forgiven and I’m supposed to be striving for Christ-likeness.

            That may be one reason I’m stuck on this “Groundhog Day” movie-like repetition thing.  God is saying, “You can do it” and when I show folks me instead of him, he says, “Next time you’ll get it” and moves me on. 

            I started a new job this week.  So far, I’m just a temp.  But there are several new people God has put in my path.  I have a brand new pair of ear plugs in my purse to dim the noise of 2 different hip hop stations playing on either side of me.  But I resolve to not completely distance myself from these people God has placed here.  I will look for opportunities to show them God’s grace and love at work in my life.

            Thank you, Lord, for the opportunities I know you are going to provide for me to share you.  Father, I pray my life is pleasing to you.  Cleanse me and guide me as I go forward.

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Friday, December 24, 2010

Keep on reading...this is not Woe is me.

            I have moved at least 34 times.  From Kindergarten to 8th grade there were 11 schools.  There were no lasting friendships made.  I was always the new kid and saying good-bye before you knew it. 

            Now, I’m 52 and with this last move, I’ve told God, I’m tired.  Please let me stop.  There are times, when I realize my youth is behind me and I’ve not accomplished what I wanted to and not where I’d like to be in my life.  I feel defeated. 

            This morning the title in my Random Book of Devotions was “God Has No Retirement Plan”.  It directed me to Joshua 14:10-13.  In this text they’re telling us of when Canaan, the Promised Land, was divided between the Israelites.  Caleb says here that he was 40 when God promised the land to them.  45 years later at 85 he chose a mountainous land inhabited by a people that would have to be driven out.  Caleb took God at his word.  God had promised and in spite of being 85 years old, Caleb believed God would provide the ability, strength, and resources to accomplish or just receive what God intended him to have.                       

            I serve the same God as Caleb.  (Makes me want to jump up and down!)  God gave me a specific promise 19 years ago.  And like the Israelites, I’ve had some desert wandering to do.  I haven’t realized the promise yet, but daily for 19 years it’s been with me.  God is faithful.  Caleb realized God’s promise for him because “he wholly followed God” (Joshua 14:14).  That’s what I want God to be able to say of me…that Renata received the promises God made to her because she wholly followed God.

            Heavenly Father, thank you for your promises and faithfulness.  Thank you for your provision.  Remind me, Lord, when I forget that you are not a spectator, but actively doing a work in my life.