on shaky-foundation days

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“When through fiery trials your pathway shall lie,
my grace all-sufficient shall be your supply;
the flame shall not hurt you; I only design
your dross to consume and your gold to refine.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
that soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no, never, no never forsake!”

(How Firm a Foundation, published 1787, anonymous author)

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tripped up in a world where consumerism is a god

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Christian, what is the overarching goal of your life? And, in relation to your goal, what seeps in from the culture around you, confusing you, often in ways you’re unaware of?

If you live in a culture consumed by consuming, as I do, you need clear admonitions to keep your thinking straight. You need concise warnings — to pull you back — when your thinking about your goal becomes confused by the all-around-you pressure of the world’s standards. When you realize you’ve been tripped up by the behavior and customs of a world whose god is consumerism, you need clear reminders. Like these:

“Growth in holiness, from one’s conversion until one’s death or Christ’s return, must become the dominant narrative by which Christians live.

The goal of discipleship is Christlikeness; therefore, we cannot judge our growth or success by the world’s standards but rather by God’s. The question can never be, “Are we keeping up with the Joneses?,” but, “Are we looking more like Jesus?””

“Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.”

(Romans 12:2; and quote from Trevin Wax in This Is Our Time: Everyday Myths in Light of the Gospel)

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set your mind on things above

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Today, set your mind on things above. Not that you don’t set your mind on things here. But that, while you move from here to there as your commitments require, doing this or that, you move through your day as a person whose heart is given to Jesus. You do so as one who moves with the assurance of a Lord who reigns over each step. You do so as one who whispers over and over: Father, glorify Jesus through me. Bring your kingdom here on earth in ways I may not yet see. Keep me mindful, this day, of the realities of the life to come; of the invisible realities I’m not yet able to see with my eyes; of your plan for the ages, now, even now, unfolding around me.

“Since you have been raised to new life with Christ, set your sights on the realities of heaven, where Christ sits in the place of honor at God’s right hand. Think about the things of heaven, not the things of earth. For you died to this life, and your real life is hidden with Christ in God. And when Christ, who is your life, is revealed to the whole world, you will share in all his glory…Put on your new nature, and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like him…Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives…And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father..”

(Colossians 3:1-4, 10, 16-17)

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pointers, both

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Sunrise, after a night’s deep darkness. Sunset, after a day’s scorching heat. Sunrise and sunset: relief bringers, both. Heralds of mercy, both. Pointers, both. Given to remind us that darkness lasts not forever. That sorrow lingers only a while. That joy, even as the daily sunrise and sunset, will arrive. It will.

The joy of all being made right — of sorrow flown, as the darkness at sunrise; of sighing relieved, as the heat at sunset.

Pointers — toward the everlasting joy to come.

“And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.”

(Isaiah 35:10 & Isaiah 51:11)

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once every day I shall simply

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This damp spring morning, the clover glistened. I found myself captivated. Thousands of tiny specs, dazzling, lay before my eyes. Green at its spring loveliest, crowned with glistening drops of misty moisture. Droplets suspended, balancing on each smooth leaf like rare jewels on tiny table tops. Droplets sparkling, like diamonds in a crown. Ordinary clover — the kind people ignore — made regal.

My human heart, earlier compressed by the day’s long to-do list, buoyed. And as I gazed, I remembered. I remembered the words of a man I never knew, but who I think of when I notice, and am lifted by, the majesty of a tree, or a mesmerizing sunset, or a patch of ordinary clover:

“When he spoke of the tree he saw on the way to class this morning, you wondered why you had been so blind all your life…His plea was that we stop being unamazed by the strange glory of ordinary things…”

He’d made resolutions:

“1. At least once every day I shall look steadily up at the sky and remember that I, a consciousness with a conscience, am on a planet traveling in space with wonderfully mysterious things above and about me…

3. I shall not fall into the falsehood that this day, or any day, is merely another ambiguous and plodding twenty-four hours, but rather a unique event, filled, if I so wish, with worthy potentialities. I shall not be fool enough to suppose that trouble and pain are wholly evil parentheses in my existence, but just as likely ladders to be climbed toward moral and spiritual manhood…

5. I shall not demean my own uniqueness by envy of others. I shall stop boring into myself to discover what psychological or social categories I might belong to. Mostly I shall simply forget about myself and do my work.

E41E83A8-6DC0-4FAA-AD3A-0DA4600335136. I shall open my eyes and ears. Once every day I shall simply stare at a tree, a flower, a cloud, or a person. I shall not then be concerned at all to ask what they are but simply be glad that they are. I shall joyfully allow them the mystery of what Lewis calls their “divine, magical, terrifying and ecstatic” existence…

9. I shall not allow the devilish onrush of this century to usurp all my energies but will instead…try to live well just now because the only time that exists is now.

10. Even if I turn out to be wrong, I shall bet my life on the assumption that this world is not idiotic, neither run by an absentee landlord, but that today, this very day, some stroke is being added to the cosmic canvas that in due course I shall understand with joy as a stroke made by the architect who calls himself Alpha and Omega.”

(John Piper’s recorded words of a beloved college professor, Clyde Kilby (1902-1986). This excerpt of Kilby’s words taken from Piper’s 10 Resolutions for Mental Health, Dec. 31, 2007)

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humbling yourself before life’s confusing mysteries

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I have a friend who carries extreme sorrow. She lives across the Atlantic, but last week I got to spend precious time with her. Now, this week, I can’t stop thinking about her. When I think of all she’s endured, and how she still loves the Lord in ways that encourage everyone she meets, I bow before the holder of life’s mysteries. (For we don’t actually humble ourselves before life’s confusing mysteries — we humble ourselves before the holder of life’s confusing mysteries.)

When I think of my friend and the intense grief she carries, I remember Job, his pain, his friends’ confusion, and his encounter with God, the holder of his confusing circumstances. And in my own life, when I face a new confusing mystery in the form of a new scary circumstance, and I try to sort through its possible causes, and its intended purpose for my life (Rom. 5:2-5, James 1: 2-5), I remember Job’s confusing catastrophe. You probably do, too.

But when we remember Job’s trials, we might, like Job’s friends, ask all the wrong questions.

We want to ask the right ones; and then we want to humble ourselves before the holder of the answers (I Pt. 5:5-7). Years ago, I posted excerpts from  an article that often helps me (when I think of my Christ-exalting friend who carries extreme sorrow, and when I face my own trials).  I repost those excerpts here, hoping they’ll help you, too.  As you read, pray the Holy Spirit will transform your mind and heart. Then, carry this truth with you — a truth we often miss about Job’s confusing catastrophe:

“… Job was a godly man. Both the author and the Lord himself make that clear up front (1:1, 8; 2:3). In fact, it was Job’s faithfulness to God that got him into trouble (1:8; 2:3). So the entire book must be read with Job’s integrity in mind. Even in his extreme suffering, Job never gave in and turned against God (2:9-10).

Job’s three friends were, at first, appalled by the catastrophic destruction of his life. They came together to comfort him. They wept. They sat speechless. They didn’t know what to say (2:11-13).

But after a while, they thought of plenty to say. Chapter after chapter, they went on and on needling him with insinuations of the deep dark secrets that must be there, to account for what had happened to him….

Job’s friends lived in a psychological world of crime-and-punishment. They probably subscribed to the doctrine of justification by faith alone. They were good theologians. Paul quotes one of them approvingly in 1 Corinthians 3:19. But the gospel had not yet softened their inmost moral instincts. So functionally, without realizing it, they reverted to justification by works alone. Job had to be guilty at some level, and was now getting his comeuppance. It never occurred to his accusers that maybe these events in Job’s life were part of a great battle being fought in the heavenlies.

Apparently, Job’s untidy realities were threatening their tidy notions, and they transferred their anxieties to Job as their scapegoat. After all, if God could body-slam Job for no visible reason, what might that imply for them too? But if they could successfully find fault with Job, then their glib moralism could continue undisturbed, they could go on feeling good about themselves, feeling in control, and they wouldn’t need to trust God with some extremely difficult mysteries in life. These three men needed Job to be in the wrong somehow, in order to justify themselves.”

… if they could successfully find fault with Job, then their glib moralism could continue undisturbed, they could go on feeling good about themselves, feeling in control, and they wouldn’t need to trust God with some extremely difficult mysteries in life. These three men needed Job to be in the wrong somehow, in order to justify themselves.

“To his credit, Job never caved to his accusers. He was not claiming to be a sinless man. He was only insisting that he had committed no sin that could explain the destruction of his life. His friends kept insisting there was no other way to explain it all. The friendship imploded….

Chapter 42 resolves the story. In verses 1-6, Job has his own moment with God, when he bows more deeply than ever before. He stops hoping for an explanation from God. He reproaches himself even for expecting it… So God accomplishes a work of renewal in Job’s heart. But God does not say to him, “Job, you know very well why I did all this. You sinned here, and here, and here. Remember?” God never joins with Job’s accusers….

In verses 7-9, God confronts Job’s friends. Surprisingly, God does not say to them, “You have not spoken of Job what is right.” God says, “You have not spoken of me what is right, as my servant Job has.” The debate was really about God all along. The real question was not, What kind of person is Job? The real question was, What kind of person is God?”

Hear that again:

The debate was really about God all along. The real question was not, What kind of person is Job? The real question was, What kind of person is God?

“… So God turns the tables on them. He commands them to take a sacrifice to Job, who will act as their priest and pray for them… Now we realize how important it was for Job’s three friends that he not surrender and agree to their accusations. When their day of reckoning came, they needed a true friend to stand in for them and pray for them…

So they humbled themselves and came to Job, and the Lord accepted Job’s prayer for them… I am guessing their hearts changed. I have a hunch that, for the rest of their lives, Georges_de_La_Tour_044they were more cautious, more restrained, more self-aware, as they formed opinions about suffering people….

The book of Job warns every one of us to be aware of our sinful inclination toward opinionated grandiosity… We see people suffering. We are tempted to blame, to stigmatize, to accuse. When that judgmentalism pours out of us in words against them, we risk sinning as Job’s friends did — speaking against God himself, oblivious to the real battle above.

When we ourselves are the ones suffering, and our friends betray us, our suffering intensifies with the added burdens of isolation and shame and loneliness. The Lord then calls us to forgive them, even as we ourselves have been forgiven for our many betrayals of the Lord (Colossians 3:13). Not that this forgiveness is easy. But it is the Lord’s call upon us. This deep forgiveness is internal to ourselves, way down deep, whether or not our tormentors admit any wrong….

The book of Job is intended to create among us a gospel culture of humble restraint, a readiness to trust and to comfort when we cannot understand why a friend’s life has just imploded… In it all, the primary question is always, What is God really like? Am I being fair, not only to this other sinner and sufferer, but to the Lord himself? Am I representing him truly? Or by my mercilessness am I becoming the photographic negative of Jesus?…” (Ray Ortlund in Job, broken friendships and reconciliation)

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Paintings: Job and his friends, by Ilya Repin, 1869, and Job Mocked by his Wife, by Georges de La Tour (1625-50)

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Jesus, remember me

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“Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”

(the thief on the cross, and me, and you)

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the Man that there was put to shame for me

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In Pilgrim’s Progress, Christian, now “merry and glad of heart” sings with joy after his burden has fallen from his back. Laden with his sin and grief, he’s come to the cross. He’s realized that here, at the place where God chose to sacrifice Himself, true happiness begins! This same joy can be yours. It really can! This Easter, look to Jesus! Linger near Him. Think on Him, on His taking the curse for your wrongdoing. Cling to Him. Cling to the Man who was put to shame for you:

“Thus far did I come laden with my sin;
Nor could aught ease the grief that I was in
Till I came hither: What a place is this!
Must here be the beginning of my bliss?
Must here the Burden fall from off my back?
Must here the strings that bound it to me crack?
Blest Cross! Blest Sepulchre! Blest rather be
The Man that there was put to shame for me.”

(Christian’s poem, in Pilgrim’s Progress, by John Bunyan, 1678)

“…Christ has rescued us from the curse pronounced by the law. When he was hung on the cross, he took upon himself the curse for our wrongdoing. “

(Galatians 3:13)

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utterly separated

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Jesus knew that his mission was now finished, and to fulfill Scripture he said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of sour wine was sitting there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put it on a hyssop branch, and held it up to his lips. When Jesus had tasted it, he said, “It is finished!” Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. (John 19:28-30)

“I have heard many sermons about the physical pain of death by crucifixion. I’ve heard graphic descriptions of the nails and the thorns. Surely the physical agony of crucifixion was a ghastly thing. But there were thousands who died on crosses and may have had more painful deaths than that of Christ. But only one person has ever received the full measure of the curse of God while on a cross.

I doubt that Jesus was even aware of the nails and the spear — he was so overwhelmed by the outer darkness. On the cross Jesus was in the reality of hell. He was totally bereft of the grace and the presence of God, 82DCE11C-A5DD-4774-BBE0-B0FA73BDCBD8utterly separated from all blessedness of the Father. He became a curse for us so that we someday will be able to see the face of God. So that the light of his countenance might fall upon us, God turned his back on his Son. No wonder Christ screamed. He screamed from the depth of his soul. How long did he have to endure it? We don’t know, but a second of it would have been of infinite value.

Finally, Jesus cried, “It is finished!” (John 19:30). It was over. What was over? His life? The pain of nails? No. It was forsakenness that ended. The curse was finished.” (from Saved From What? by R.C. Sproul)

How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.

It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished.

Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Lyrics: How Deep the Father’s Love for Us by Stuart Townend, Painting: Woman, Behold Thy Son by James Tissot (1836-1902)

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Is life a comedy or a tragedy?

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Jesus’ died willingly, purposefully, and the Father raised Him wondrously. Encouragement, no matter our current circumstances, flows from those first Easter’s truths. Because of God’s startling plan that first Easter, we can experience a radically altered  understanding of our own life’s trajectory. We can be fortified by the unexpected answer to a unique question — a question forever affected  by Jesus’ resurrection. Here’s the question:

What is life, a comedy or a tragedy?

I love Glen Scrivener’s  answer: “…’Comedy’ and ‘tragedy’ have particular meanings. In literature, ‘comedy’ and ‘tragedy’ refer to the shape of a story, not so much its content or even its tone.

Shakespeare’s tragedies, for instance, were full of jokes…Tragedies can have jokes, and comedies can have heartache…Tragedies contain joy, comedies contain pain, but the distinguishing mark of each is the ending. At the end of a Shakespearean tragedy the bodies are piled up on the stage. At the end of a Shakespearean comedy—in all 14 of them, in fact—there is a wedding. Or four.

To help fix it in your mind, think of it this way: a comedy is shaped like a smile. You go down then up—descending into darkness before rising up to joy. A tragedy, on the other hand, is shaped like a frown—up then down. You climb to prosperity then tumble into the pit.

So then, now that we’ve clarified the question, let me ask it again: What is life, a tragedy or a comedy? … Tragedy, surely!

…Life is a tragedy, and this dismal tale is sold to us in every magazine and paperback: The thousand books you must read before you die; The ten must-see destinations for your bucket list. E00E4BDD-C31F-4533-80CF-53A8AA9454D3The shape of the story is up then down and the advertisers are primed to sell you the uppiest up that money can buy because the down really is a downer. The photos are glossy, but they mask an unutterable tragedy. Life, according to the wisdom of the age, is about enjoying our brief “moment in the sun.” We clamber upward, grab for ourselves all the achievements, experiences, and pleasures that we can and then, so soon, we are “over the hill” and the grave awaits. It’s up then down. The frowny face. The tragedy.

Then—against all odds and in distinction to all competitors—the Bible dares to tell a different story. It actually has the audacity to be a comedy. The tale it tells holds out dazzling and eternal hope for us.

76108192-44C7-42F7-8278-20C90D2243EBWhile the religions of the East speak of dissolving into the ocean of being, and while Islam and the Christian cults portray an otherworldly future, the Bible promises resurrection. 142CAF36-B0B7-43ED-96C9-F7F81A3C8063This is different. It’s about these bodies and this world raised up. It’s this life laid hold of and turned around, like the plot twist in a classic comedy. Resurrection is about the author doing something joyous with our story—this one, the one we’re in—taking us through the valley of the shadow and out into a happily ever after, complete with a wedding (Rev. 19:6–9). Without Jesus, life ends with a funeral. With him, there is a never-ending wedding feast.

The Bible is a comedy, and it all centers on Easter.”

(From What’s So Funny About Easter? by Glen Scrivener)

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when you really want to change

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“The gospel, if it is really believed, removes neediness – the need to be constantly respected, appreciated, and well regarded; the need to have everything in your life go well; the need to have power over others. All of these great, deep needs continue to control you only because the concept of the glorious God delighting in you with all His being is just that – a concept and nothing more. Our hearts don’t believe it, so they operate in default mode … if you want to really change, you must let the gospel teach you – that is to train, discipline, coach you – over a period of time. You must let the gospel argue with you. You must let the gospel sink down deeply into your heart, until it changes your motivation and views and attitudes.” (Tim Keller)

“All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work.”

II Timothy 3:16-17

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The Lord is my shepherd

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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.

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God’s goodness comes in floods

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“With the Lord the calf is always the fatted calf; the robe is always the best robe; the joy is unspeakable, and the peace passes understanding. There is no grudging in God’s goodness. He does not measure His goodness by drops like a druggist filling a prescription. It comes to us in floods.” (Haddon Robinson, in Trusting the Shepherd: Insights from Psalm 23)

“…my cup overflows…”

(Psalm 23:5)

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Copper and his sock habit

IMG_7602Copper’s growing up. His bark has lowered an octave and his legs are lengthening. His exuberance and assorted eccentricities also multiply daily. Copper’s just plain funny.

He runs like a speeding rocket right before bedtime – around and around and around the house. Like a bullet racing in circles. (We guess he’s helping himself use up the last of his day’s energy!)

He gallops with a tennis ball in his mouth when he’s happy. And he prances, like a trotting show horse, as he busily travels from one window’s venue to another. Copper gallops and trots like a horse.

He also canters.

The sound his puppy paws make as he canters can be heard from across the house. And cantering means one thing:

Copper has stolen a sock.

He has a thing for socks. Dirty ones are the best. My son’s dirty socks are the most best.

Copper goes on a dirty-sock search early each morning. But here’s the thing. When he finds a sock, he immediately feels guilty. Thus begins the morning canter. He clips along with legs straight and sock hanging from his mouth. And he whines. Whine. Canter. Whine. Canter. It’s as if he’s calling out, “Please catch me! Relieve me of my sinful sock habit!”IMG_7603 He seems to want his sin to be discovered by the ones in the house who hold the power to relieve him of his burden. He wants to be found out. In fact, he’ll stop the cantering, give a sigh, and then lie with the sock in front of him if we don’t come quickly. The sock lays there, sort of tempting him, but just out of mouth’s reach. If we delay too long, he begins a frantic search, cantering and whining the whole while, for a place to bury his sinful sock (under a sofa pillow, usually). I used to think he was hiding evidence. I now think he’s trying to hide the tempting sock-morsel from his own eyes.

He so much wants a helper, a rescuer, a burden-lifter.

Do you hear (yes, an inadequate analogy, but still), the poignant lesson for us all in Copper’s attitude toward his sinful sock habit? He somehow, in his small puppy brain, remembers he’s done wrong. But instead of defending his need for socks, or blaming me (the Great Sock Keeper), he wants to be saved from himself. He doesn’t run away and hide. He doesn’t snarl when we arrive to take his beloved sock. He relinquishes his early morning prize with a sort of puppy gratitude:

  • He calls out. He cries for help from the One able to rescue him. In his puppy way, he confesses.
  • He’s not too embarrassed, or too prideful, to ask for rescue over and over, day after day.
  • He trusts my wisdom about his need or lack of need for socks more than he trusts his own.
  • And this: Copper wants an unbroken, unhindered relationship with me. He wants to please me and trust me more than he trusts his own abilities to choose well. He knows he’s missing some of the smarts needed to conquer this habit on his own.

IMG_7609I love that Copper calls out. And I love that he immediately wants to crawl up in my lap after his bad deed: He knows he needs me more than he needs socks. I love that he trusts me to still love him as he asks for forgiveness.

In his puppy way, God uses him to teach us a lot about our own sin and the right way to handle our sinful habits. No denial. No defensiveness. No blame. Just a humble crying out. A poignant need for rescue admitted. A trust in His wisdom, and a fervent desire for reconnection through promised forgiveness.

Call to the Lord. He hears your cantering! No sinful habit is too great! He delights to rescue, and what joy you’ll experience when your disobedience is forgiven and your sin is put out of sight! Climb into His arms. He loves you with an everlasting love and He delights to forgive!

This is what God says about His faithful love and ready relief for you in distress, and about the joy you crave when your disobedience weighs heavy on your heart. Hear His words:

“Answer me when I call, O God of my righteousness! You have given me relief when I was in distress. Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!”

“Oh, what joy for those
whose disobedience is forgiven,
whose sin is put out of sight!
Yes, what joy for those
whose record the Lord has cleared of guilt…”

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.”

(Psalm 4:1, 32:1-2; Jeremiah 31:3)

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very valuable people or accidental by-products?

I have a friend named Jean. She’s 84, and she’s delightful. Yesterday, we were leaving a women’s retreat, and with happy exuberance, she told me, “There were 100 women here this weekend, and when I arrived I already knew 70 of them! My plan was to find and meet the 30 I didn’t know. And now, by the end of the weekend, I’ve met and spent time talking with 15 new women! I only wish I could have gotten to know those last 15!”

To Jean, people are very valuable. To her, meeting and loving 15 new humans is a joyful privilege. Jean loves as the Lord has loved her (I John 4:19). For Jean, people are not accidental by-products.

Driving away from the weekend where she’d valued so highly the lives of women in front of her, I kept thinking of C.S. Lewis’s words:

Questioner: Materialists and some astronomers suggest that the solar planetary system and life as we know it was brought about by an accidental stellar collision. What is the Christian view of this theory?

C.S. Lewis: If the solar system was brought about by an accidental collision, then the appearance of organic life on this planet was also an accident, and the whole evolution of Man was an accident too. IMG_6735If so, then all our present thoughts are mere accidents — the accidental by-product of the movement of atoms. And this holds for the thoughts of the materialists and some astronomers as well as for anyone else’s. But if their thoughts — i.e., of Materialism and Astronomy — are merely accidental by-products, why should we believe them to be true? I see no reason for believing that one accident should be able to give me a correct account of all the other accidents. It’s like expecting that the accidental shape taken by the splash when you upset a milk jug should give you a correct account of how the jug was made and why it was upset.” (C. S. Lewis from a question/answer panel on “Answers to Questions on Christianity” as later recorded in God in the Dock)

Listening to details of Jean’s weekend quest — seeking out and discovering women, young and old, who she was sure were each very valuable — delighted my own heart. No accidental by-products there! And hearing her name the names of new women she was honored to now call friends, I wondered if those women had any idea how incredibly valuable they really are. Both to Jean, and to the Lord who created them:

“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.”

“The sum of your word is truth…my heart stands in awe of your words.”

(Psalm 139:13-16 and 119:160-161)

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