Thursday, November 12, 2009

God and peer pressure

The disciples did not get it. Simply did not get it.

Peter and the rest of them thought they were on the verge of something huge. They thought they had beat the crowd to the next big thing. And they had. But not at all like what they'd anticipated. They imagined that their relationship to Jesus in the early, less glamorous days was earning them a spot in the inner circle of the government that would overthrow Rome. They figured that any day now Jesus would sit them down for a strategic battle plan meeting, assign positions of authority for as soon as the coup was complete, and send them out to rally the masses. Victory. Luxury. Ease.

Knowing how their stories actually ended, it's easy to think they were just ridiculous. I often take comfort in the fact that they could hear Jesus speak so plainly about the reality of the Kingdom of God and still miss Him so grossly. But really, their expectations were not that crazy. Israel's history was wrought with sin, captivity, restoration, prosperity. God had always sent a deliverer when the people were humbled, and they expected Jesus was the Great Deliverer. He would free them from Rome and establish His never-ending kingdom. The Jewish nation would thrive under their God-King, and the disciples would be there helping to make it happen. What they wanted Jesus to do was really not so outrageous, at least not humanly speaking.

Praise God that He does not need our interpretation of circumstances or our recommendations on the next best course of action! Can we even count the perspectives the disciples simply could not comprehend?

Rome and Israel alike were dominated by sin.

The Pharisees, the Jews and the Gentiles were all equally separated from God.

The animal sacrifices and the intercession of the high priest were not enough to atone for sin.

Jesus, the Son of God, had been pursuing all human hearts since Creation. He left a throne for that cause; He did not come to gain one.

Jesus' entire life was lived in total comprehension of the Father's eternal plan. No detail, no word, no action transpired apart from this knowledge.

What the disciples were looking for was not bad. It could have been a good thing, for Israel at least. Sure, some of their early motivations were questionable, but in their humanity, without the indwelling Holy Spirit, their ideas were not terrible. But compared to the Truth, compared to the greater reality than what they could see, compared to the holiness and magnificent love of God, they were totally lost, in the dark, clueless. And I am so grateful for that.

Thank you, Lord, that you do what you intend to do with or without my understanding or consent. No amount of objection from me can change Your heart, Your plan, Your story. Thank You for listening to me, for having compassion on me, for giving Your attention to the desires and distresses of my heart. But thank You for already having a perfect plan. A plan for Your glory. A plan for my good, for my conformity to the image of Your Son. A plan for salvation, for the redemption of all Your people. Thank You for involving me, but never depending on me. Thank you for letting me learn from You, from Your patient discipleship.

Let my time before You cause radical change in me as it did in Peter.

"And He began to teach them that the Son of Man must suffer many things and be rejected by the elders and the chief priests and the scribes and be killed, and after three days rise again. And He said this plainly. And Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him." Mark 8:31-32

"Then Peter, filled with the Holy Spirit, said to them, '...This Jesus is the stone that was rejected by you, the builders, which has become the cornerstone. And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.' Now when they saw the boldness of Peter and John, and perceived that they were uneducated, common men, they were astonished. And they recognized that they had been with Jesus." Acts 4:8, 11-13

God is so far beyond peer pressure. There is hope for me.

Monday, November 9, 2009

another piper tweet

We need God in ways we do not know. Don't limit your experience of God to what you can think to ask. Ask for the unknown joy.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

piper's twitter quote today

Lord cut, Lord carve, Lord wound, Lord do anything that may perfect the Father's image in us.

Samuel Rutherford

Thursday, October 29, 2009

i love Mark 5

I seriously think it might be my favorite chapter in the entire Bible. There's just something about Jesus there, His compassion and His power, that are so incredibly attractive, irresistible even. I did a speed read through the entire book a few weeks ago, but now I'm feasting slowly, reading all the commentary and taking it in small doses, some days only one paragraph at a time. So today I made it to my favorite chapter. It follows another favorite scene of mine, and one I think I echo way too often: "Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?" (Mark 4:38) Praise God for His Spirit which transforms silly fishermen and paralyzed sorority girls into men and women after His heart, restored to His image, for His works, to His glory.

As soon as Jesus and His disciples arrive after the storm, He's met by a man who lives among the tombs. He's inhabited by thousands of demons. The commentary said, "The goal of demons is to destroy the person created in the image of God." These were compelling the man to take up stones day and night to cut himself. What a sight he must have been. To come hurling toward the Son of God, fully aware of His divinity because the demons knew Jesus' identity. His need was so obvious. He was naked, bleeding, disturbed, deranged. And Jesus is so gentle, yet so powerful. Loving, but demanding. There was never a question about His authority over the demons, either at the present time or the final judgment His next actions would foreshadow.

Jesus frees the man from captivity to Satan. Talk about a battle against the flesh. His body was literally inhabited by thousands of agents of darkness, death and destruction. No single good thing came from this man for the entirety of his possession. But then Jesus set foot in the land of the forgotten. He sailed across the sea for the singular purpose of meeting this man in the depth of his depravity. At the end of the scene Jesus gets right back into the boat. His work was complete in the man; He had come for no other reason than to display His glorious ability to release him.

The people who come to see the aftermath of the pigs' stampede are afraid. The man who was once uncontrollable and self-destructive now sits calmly, adoringly at the feet of Jesus. He is clothed. Reminds me of the Garden. God is always covering His people. He always provides a covering. The man is in his right mind, no longer bound to the mind of Satan, but freed to think the thoughts of God, to bear His image in grace and truth, perhaps for the first time in his life. He's been healed. Maybe the scabs were starting to heal already. Maybe he had bathed. Maybe his muscles were finally relaxed in the presence of Life.

What sweet relief had found him. And he is in no way ready to let Jesus sail away. His heart starts to break as he realizes Jesus will not allow him to remain in His company right now. He is to stay, to return to his family and friends with the news that the Lord, Jesus, has had mercy on him. And though his love for Jesus makes the parting so very hard, he is compelled by this same love to be obedient immediately to proclaim how much Jesus had done for him. Everyone marveled.

This is me. This is my life. At least the beginning is, and I desperately want the end to be as well. Satan wants nothing more than to destroy my capacity to bear the image of God. He has a quarry full of lies from which to supply the stones that tear me up, incapacitate me, estrange me from people, and keep me from Jesus. But the story does not end there. Jesus has delivered. He has robed me in righteousness. He forgives all my iniquity. He heals all my diseases. He redeems my life from the pit. He crowns me with steadfast love and mercy. He satisfies me with good so that my youth is renewed like the eagle's.

And my heart breaks because He's not here with me now. But His Spirit dwells within me. And while I long to sit at His feet, aching for the privilege of washing my wounds in His flesh with my tears and drying them with my hair, He is sending me elsewhere for now. Yes, my Comfort is in Him, and He is always, always with me. But my purpose is in proclaiming all He has done. The secondhand reports of the miracle served only to frighten the people who heard. But when the man went on his own to testify of the Lord's work in him, the people marveled. Oh that my life would do the same.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

cliché

So cliché
But it should have been me
No reason on earth otherwise
Praise the Lord
For my sin on that tree
The love that the Lamb still supplies

do you trust Me?

Do you trust Me?
Do you trust Me?
Your striving heart betrays your lips
Do you trust Me?
Do you trust that
Your days are shaped by My fingertips?
Do you trust Me?
Do you trust Me?
Enough to just let go and see
That when you trust Me
When you trust Me
You're lost in love and you're set free
So will you trust Me?
Will you trust Me?
I'll do all I said I would
For when you trust Me
You show you love Me
And I work all things for your good

Sunday, August 23, 2009

seeing my sin

Simple words
to summarize
what my life must be about
Deepest shame
Basest pride
Helpless, hopeless, lifeless drought
Holy God
Justice required
Perfection I can't comprehend
Spotless Lamb
Moved by Love
King of compassion would descend
Perfection modeled
Then blood flowed
Justice, wrath now satisfied
Angels wept
God turned away
How great the cost for whorish bride
In His blood
Now washed white
The Spirit seals with love and power
More like Christ
Until He comes
Be my longing every hour