by Elizabeth | Mar 16, 2010 | Learning Story
I am, again, amazed by grace! I’ve been reading Spurgeon again, and just listen to what he says about where he would be without the intervention of God’s miraculous grace! He might have been the “king of sinners,” but I could make a good argument that I am the “queen”! Read this and take some time today to ponder the greatness of Grace in your life, to consider all the marvelous works God has done in you!
“Sometimes, when I see some of the worst characters in the street, I feel as if my heart must burst forth in tears of gratitude that God has never let me act as they have done! I have thought, if God had left me alone, and had not touched me by His grace, what a great sinner I should have been! I should have run to the utmost lengths of sin, dived into the very depths of evil, nor should I have stopped at any vice or folly, if God had not restrained me. I feel that I should have been a very king of sinners, if God had let me alone. I cannot understand the reason why I am saved, except upon the ground that God would have it so. I cannot, if I look ever so earnestly, discover any kind of reason in myself why I should be a partaker of Divine grace. If I am not at this moment without Christ, it is only because Christ Jesus would have His will with me, and that will was that I should be with Him where He is, and should share His glory. I can put the crown nowhere but upon the head of Him whose mighty grace has saved me from going down into the pit. Looking back on my past life, I can see that the dawning of it all was of God; of God effectively. I took no torch with which to light the sun, but the sun enlightened me. I did not commence my spiritual life—no, I rather kicked, and struggled against the things of the Spirit: when He drew me, for a time I did not run after Him: there was a natural hatred in my soul of everything holy and good. Wooings were lost upon me—warnings were cast to the wind—thunders were despised; and as for the whispers of His love, they were rejected as being less than nothing and vanity. But, sure I am, I can say now, speaking on behalf of myself, “He only is my salvation.” It was He who turned my heart, and brought me down on my knees before Him. I can in very deed, say with Doddridge and Toplady—
“Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made my eyes o’erflow;”
and coming to this moment, I can add—
“‘Tis grace has kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.””
by Elizabeth | Mar 15, 2010 | Learning Story
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by Elizabeth | Mar 13, 2010 | Learning Story
A team of college students from Auburn University has boarded a plane from Miami to Managua. They have chosen to spend their spring break working with Chosen Children ministries in Nicaragua. For the past two weeks before their trip, they have gathered at the Auburn Chapel every afternoon to pray. On Thursday, my eldest son, Kirby, who is a part of this team, sent me an email with the devotion he shared with the group that day. The story of college students choosing a different way of living their lives and this devotional lit a fire in my heart. I pray it does yours as well.
Just something the Lord put on my heart last night…
“There the angel of the LORD appeared to him in flames of fire from
within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire. IT DID NOT
BURN UP.” Exodus 3:2
I love fire. It’s awesome. You can do a lot with it…fire transforms,
purifies, and keeps things aflame. I love how God’s word references fire
in so many ways.
When fire touches and burns something, it can never return to what it
once was. It is forever transformed. The same is true once the eternal
flame of the Father touches our hearts. And once we invite the Living
God to transform our hearts, the Holy Spirit burns in our hearts daily
to keep us pure. But this is no ordinary fire, this is a flame
insusceptible to the “fire suppressants” of this world, and what a
reason to rejoice! What joy we can take in the flames of the everlasting
God!
“His word burns in my heart like a fire. It’s like a fire in my bones! I
am worn out trying to hold it in! I can’t do it!” Jeremiah 20:9
“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which
is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a
spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of
self-discipline.” 2 Timothy 1: 6-7
Let’s pray that the fire will burn so vibrant in our hearts that we
can’t hold it in! Let’s be his “servant flames of fire” fanned and
air-breathed by the wind of the angels! (Hebrews 1:7) Let’s pray for a
“ring of holy fire” of protection around our group…confidently going
forward and knowing that God will keep us safe. Let’s pray that fire of
the Holy Spirit will continue to transform, purify, and ignite our
hearts so that his warm presence may touch the cold and broken hearts of
this world through us!
He is so, so GOOD and FAITHFUL and his flame never ceases. The Olympic
torch ain’t got nothin’ on our God! Really looking forward to next week,
there is no limit to the transformational power of His eternal flame!
See ya’ll this afternoon.
Let the fire burn and His love flow,
KLT
by Elizabeth | Mar 12, 2010 | Learning Story
One last post from Message in the Stars, but I do recommend you purchase this nice little book of sermons and soak it in:
“Who knows what he will say to me today or to you today or into the midst of what kind of unlikely moment he will choose to say it. Not knowing is what makes today a holy mystery as every day is a holy mystery. But I believe that there are some things that by and large God is always saying to each of us. Each of us, for instance, carries around inside himself, I believe, a certain emptiness — a sense that something is missing, a restlessness, the deep feeling that somehow all is not right inside his skin….Part of the inner world of everyone is this sense of emptiness, unease, incompleteness, and I believe that this in itself is a word from God, that this is the sound that God’s voice makes in a world that has explained him away.”
“….Our days are full of nonsense, and yet not, because it is precisely into the nonsense of our days that God speaks to us words of great significance — not words that are written in the stars but words that are written into the raw stuff and nonsense of our days, which are not nonsense just because God speaks into the midst of them. And that the words that he says, to each of us differently, are be brave…be merciful…feed my lambs…press on toward the goal.“
Frederick Buechner, Message in the Stars, The Magnificent Defeat
For reflection:
1. Do you feel that emptiness, unease, and incompleteness that Buechner describes? What do you think about the possibility that those feelings could actually be a “message from God”?
2. Try paying attention to the “stuff and nonsense” of today. Where, how, and what do you hear God saying to you?
by Elizabeth | Mar 11, 2010 | Learning Story
Just found this in my drafts box, after I had suggested it to a friend who was struggling with some of the same acceleration issues I was having…I’ll post this today and go back to Buechner tomorrow!
In the short time I’ve been here at the Synergy conference, I’ve heard humbling stories of women living and loving so beautifully in God’s story of grace. I am reminded of a day three years ago when my then-13-year-old daughter brought God’s surprising and funny funny grace into a moment of my anger and shame. This excerpt from my story guide tells that story:
As we learn God’s story of grace, we are freed to live and love as God created and redeemed us to do. Let me tell you another story to show you what I mean.
“Mom, please don’t cry!” My thirteen-year-old daughter begged me to lift my head and look at her. I had collapsed over the steering wheel when I saw the blue lights of the second trooper in a matter of three weeks, realizing that despite my earnest efforts to watch my speed, I had again failed. I was furious with myself, even though I knew that I had no malicious intent – I had driven over 3000 miles in the previous two months, carting kids around the Southeast to various camps and volleyball tournaments. My chief method of coping with the draining and dreary hours on the road was to listen to sermons or lectures and sometimes as I did so I simply forgot to pay attention to how fast I was going. But I knew it was no excuse and I dreaded the thought of telling my husband, even though I knew he would be understanding and forgiving. So as the trooper sat in his car scrawling out an illegible ticket, I laid my head on the steering wheel and sobbed.
Then I heard Mary Elizabeth through my fury and self-pity and exhaustion, “Mom, I know – let’s pray!” And since I certainly didn’t start praying, she did. She asked God to be with me and to help me know it was just a mistake and to help me remember what a great trip we had had. Somewhere in her prayer, I heard the voice of Jesus, whispering, “Come out and join the party.” The officer offered me the ticket like a bill from the local diner and said cheerfully, “Have a blessed day, Ma’am!” I resisted the urge to tell him exactly what would bless my day and maneuvered the car back onto the highway to drive the last 60 miles of the thousand mile round trip I had done in the last 24 hours.
Mary Elizabeth, tender nurturer that she is, persisted in her goal of cheering me up with more camp stories. That morning she had been talking with a friend whose grandfather had died before camp. M.E. noticed her friend was sad and asked her what was bothering her, and the friend told her going home made her remember how much she missed her grandfather. Mary Elizabeth reported the consoling words she spoke to her friend, “That’s the way it is with losing someone to death, you are sad, then you forget for a while, then you may be sad again, and that’s okay.”
As she told me this story, she seemed to experience a sudden revelation and chirpily added, “But getting a speeding ticket isn’t the same as your grandfather dying!” I couldn’t help but laugh, and I remembered the words I have spoken numerous times and heard repeated back to me, “This will make a really good story one day!” Indeed, God was redeeming this story already, bringing beauty out of ugliness. I would never choose the humiliation of being stopped by state troopers twice in one month, but I also wouldn’t trade the beauty of my thirteen-year-old daughter ministering to my heart.
Because I am attuned to God’s story of grace playing through all of my stories, I can hear the melody of redemption in this particular story. Though it highlights my humiliation, I must remember and tell this story, because it reveals God’s redemption. Like my friend, I was committed to a story I had written, one in which I played the righteous hero, the supermom driving my children all around the country, and everyone praised and lauded me for my tremendous efforts. In this story, a state trooper should understand how I could fall into the trap of driving a little faster than the speed limit, and rather than giving me a ticket, he would bestow a special needs tag on my car that would allow me to drive as fast as I wanted without ever being stopped.
As you can see, my worst sin was not in speeding, but in my self-righteousness and self-pity. In that state, I withdrew from my daughter, refusing to receive her offers of grace. Thankfully, the story isn’t catalogued under the title “Elizabeth’s Stupid Sin” because God’s story of grace trumps my sin. Indeed, the story unfolds in the good news of God’s pursuing love, incarnated in my daughter, who relentlessly hounded me with the sounds of heaven in encouraging me “to remember what a great trip we had” (and unspoken message: “Don’t ruin this memory for me, Mom!”). God did save me from ruining the story for my daughter, and this chapter will stand in our storybook on the page with other memories of God’s miraculous movement in our lives.
by Elizabeth | Mar 10, 2010 | Learning Story
Buechner says even if God wrote a message in the stars, it would not convince us:
“We all want to be certain, we all want proof, but the kind of proof we tend to want — scientifically or philosophically demonstrable proof that would silence all doubts once and for all — would not in the long run, I think, answer the fearful depths of our need at all. For what we need to know, of course, is not just that God exists, not just that beyond the steely brightness of the stars there is a cosmic intelligence of some kind that keeps the whole show going, but that there is a God right here in the thick of our day-by-day lives who may not be writing messages about himself in the stars but who in one way or another is trying to get messages through our blindness as we move around down here knee-deep in the fragrant muck and misery and marvel of the world. It is not objective proof of God’s existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God’s presence. That is the miracle that we are really after. And that is also, I think, the miracle that we really get.”
