Tangible Resurrection

I am so humbled that God gave me the incredible gift of little humans that show God’s incredible power, His love of drawing straight with crooked lines, His miraculous ways of bringing forth life ~ how good and gracious God is to give us these treasures to enjoy here on earth and that He entrusts them to us. May we live out the Gospel of Easter before these sweet children this week and throughout our lives, amen.

Such tangible and eternal reminders of life after death, of resurrection light following deep darkness, of joy after grief, of miracles we just didn’t expect. :happytears:
Looking at my kids, I simply see “Easter” written all over them. Christ is risen, indeed! Alleluia! Thanks be to God!

a very Happy Christmas to you

 We redheads would like to cry out, a very happy Christmas to you all! And long live King Jesus!!!

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And on the sledge sat a person whom everyone knew the moment they set eyes on him. He was a huge man in a bright red robe (bright as holly-berries) with a hood that had fur inside it and a great white beard that fell like a foamy waterfall over his chest. Everyone knew him because, though you see people of his sort only in Narnia, you see pictures of them and hear them talked about even in our world—the world on this side of the wardrobe door. But when you really see them in Narnia it is rather different. Some of the pictures of Father Christmas in our world make him look only funny and jolly. But now that the children actually stood looking at him they didn’t find it quite like that. He was so big, and so glad, and so real, that they all became quite still. They felt very glad, but also solemn.

“These are your presents,” was the answer, “and they are tools not toys. The time to use them is perhaps near at hand. Bear them well.”

“And now”—here he suddenly looked less grave—“here is something for the moment for you all!” and he brought out (I suppose from the big bag at his back, hut nobody quite saw him do it) a large tray containing five cups and saucers, a bowl of lump sugar, a jug of cream, and a great big teapot all sizzling and piping hot. Then he cried out “A Merry Christmas! Long live the true King!” and cracked his whip and he and the reindeer and the sledge and all were out of sight before anyone realised that they had started.

~excerpts from C.S. Lewis, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, Chapter X: The Spell Begins to Break.~

Five days until Christmas!!

Our good God, our overflowing God, our God of yes and amen, has always been able to promise far more than we are able to believe. I am not here speaking of unbelief, or of hard hearts, which is another problem. I am speaking here of a true and sincere faith, a God-given faith, but one which is still finite, and which God loves to bury under an avalanche of promises. We serve and worship the God who overwhelms, who delights to overwhelm. ~Douglas Wilson, God Rest Ye Merry, p14

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This Christmas, remember you are learning how to open God’s gifts to us. And because He really knows how to shop for us, when we get the wrapping paper off, we are always surprised. ~Douglas Wilson, God Rest ye Merry, p21

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God was made flesh. This means that we may build, sew, pick up a knife and fork, make love, spank our kids, shovel the walk, and do all to the glory of God. Earthiness is not the gospel, but the gospel did come to earth. Earthiness is no savior, but earthiness is saved. ~Douglas Wilson, God Rest Ye Merry, p27

Moments

I may not have a professional camera or Photoshop or anything else to remotely make my photographs anything officially *nice* but hey, I snap shots of my family and our life… and I love it. It’s the only way I can really stop time (even for a moment!), relive time, remember moments ~ so I do love it. And I love to share it. 🙂 Because it’s so true that these moments are constantly slipping back into the rear view, and I am a total & complete amnesiac.

Snap a photo or two. Read verses about futility.
Watching one’s small humans age and grow up packs a serious punch.
It’s like being stuck in a dream unable to speak,
like being a ghost that can see but not touch,
like standing on a huge grate while a storm rains oiled diamonds,
like collecting feathers in a storm.
Parents in love with their kids are all amnesiacs,
trying to remember, trying to cherish moments, ghosts trying to hold the world.
Being mortals, having a finite mind
when surrounded by joy that is perpetually rolling back into the rear view
is like always having something important on the tips of our tongues,
something on the tips of  our fingers,
always slipping away, always ducking our embrace.
~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p107

Overwhelming: How Like God

Jesus was a baby, a material gift. We do not celebrate Christmas by trying to back-pedal away from the world of material things. … The story includes the world, and everything in it. He came to make His blessings flow, far as the curse is found. ~Douglas Wilson, God Rest Ye Merry, p33

My wife and I tend to overgift to our kids at Christmas. We laugh and feel foolish when a kid is so distracted with one toy that we must force them into opening the next, or when something grand goes completely unnoticed in a corner. How consumerist, right? How crassly American. How like God. ~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p108

 

‘Tis the Season

In case anyone out there needs a couple of ideas for links on Christmas festivity reality-checks… or in case you need a reminder why you are doing what you’re doing during this season of the year… take a peek at these things below.

This is what life is all about. Especially at Christmastime.

Joy to the Whirled

Generosity: the Antidote to Consumerism

6 Ways to Handle Stress this Christmas

Keeping Jesus at the Center

The Gospel According to the Wasteland

The Gospel According to the Trees

The Gospel According to Gifts

A Brief History of Christmas

The Goodness of Stuff Means Merry Christmas

A Theology of Christmas Gifts

 

So hey, happy Adventing and merry Christmasing. Because there is good reason for all this. Jesus. Now and the rest of the year through. But for now? Whirl with it. Put the heathens to shame. Show them that every knee will bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ (yes, the One who humbled Himself to be cast into human skin and plunged into the dark womb of a virgin) IS LORD. Amen.

Reformed & Always Reforming!

On this Reformation Day, please take a few minutes to read this beautiful defense of the Protestant Reformation. It could not be better said. Here are two wee teasers for you:

First, let’s be clear that what Luther and Calvin objected to primarily were the innovations and flagrant abuses in the Roman church. In other words, the Reformers did not object to the traditions of the fathers per se. What they objected to was the way popes and priests and cardinals ran rough shod over the most ancient traditions, you know relics like love your neighbor as yourself and thou shalt not steal.

Second, let’s defend the idea of division. Better, let’s celebrate it. But let’s distinguish schism from division. When God tore open Adam’s side, we don’t have any pictures, but I suspect it was a bloody business. Bones probably popped. If you were an angel in scrubs in that first operating room, I imagine you might have wondered what the Maker was up to. But this was a glorious division, the creation of something beautiful. This was not God being schismatic, this was God being creative.

May the Lord grant us grace and courage to continue reforming, ever seeking to be more conformed to His image and the pursuing of His will!

“The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar full of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof Grace–bottle after bottle of pure distilate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the Gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, not the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.” (Fr. Robert Farrar Capon – 1925-2013)

 

Resurrection Sunday

Our family enjoying one another and Christ’s goodness on Resurrection Sunday… thankful that the Resurrection means (among many other glorious things) we will see the rest of our children again someday! Hallelujah!

Christ is Risen!

He is risen, indeed!!

Mark 16:6

“He has risen; He is not here.”

This morning our Gabriel learned the proper response (“He is risen indeed”), and although he didn’t do it with the congregation, he did do it in a couple of private encounters. Very sweet. This morning when he woke up he wanted me to crawl in bed with him (I happily obliged), and we talked about what Easter is, and who Jesus is, and what the Resurrection means for us ~ not only with our salvation and our own eternal lives but how it also means that we will be reunited with all of his brothers and sisters someday! That knowledge has sat with us all day; it is humbling and comforting.

Because our Brother and Priest, the Lord Jesus Christ, has risen and conquered death ~ He completely, totally vanquished sin ~ we not only claim the Resurrection for ourselves through our union with Christ, but we also have hope through faith that we will be reunited with our children. What anticipation I have for that beautiful moment. What a sweet facet of Glory that is that I look forward to!

All because of Christ. Because of His sacrifice. Because of His pain and suffering. Because of His conquering power. Because of His eternal life and resurrected body! Because He was no longer there when they looked in the tomb!

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“Now on the first day of the week Mary Magdalene came to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw that the stone had been taken away from the tomb. So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.” So Peter went out with the other disciple, and they were going toward the tomb. Both of them were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. And stooping to look in, he saw the linen cloths lying there, but he did not go in. Then Simon Peter came, following him, and went into the tomb. He saw the linen cloths lying there, and the face cloth, which had been on Jesus’ head, not lying with the linen cloths but folded up in a place by itself. Then the other disciple, who had reached the tomb first, also went in, and he saw and believed; for as yet they did not understand the Scripture, that he must rise from the dead. Then the disciples went back to their homes.

But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb. And she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had lain, one at the head and one at the feet. They said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping?” She said to them, “They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.” Having said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned and said to him in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, “Do not cling to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father; but go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'” Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord”—and that he had said these things to her.”

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Now let the vault of Heav’n resound
In praise of love that doth abound,
“Christ hath triumphed, alleluia!”
Sing, choirs of angels, loud and clear,
Repeat their song of glory here,
“Christ hath triumphed, Christ hath triumphed!”
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Eternal is the gift He brings,
Wherefore our heart with rapture sings,
“Christ hath triumphed, Jesus liveth!”
Now doth He come and give us life,
Now doth His presence still all strife
Through His triumph; Jesus reigneth!
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

O fill us, Lord, with dauntless love;
Set heart and will on things above
That we conquer through Thy triumph,
Grant grace sufficient for life’s day
That by our life we ever say,
“Christ hath triumphed, and He liveth!”
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Adoring praises now we bring
And with the heavenly blessèd sing,
“Christ hath triumphed, Alleluia!”
Be to the Father, and our Lord,
To Spirit blest, most holy God,
Thine the glory, never ending!
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

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Psalm 16

“Preserve me, O God, for in You I take refuge. I say to the LORD, “You are my Lord;
I have no good apart from You.”

As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.

The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.

The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup;
You hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;

indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.

I bless the LORD who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
I have set the LORD always before me;

because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol,

or let Your holy one see corruption.

You make known to me the path of life;
in Your presence there is fullness of joy;
at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

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Saturday…

I have often thought about the significance of Saturday. The day between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. The day of limbo. Waiting and wondering. Stuck between the shock of Friday’s death and the shock of Sunday’s life. A day of the unknown.

I’ve frequently felt like my life is a record repeating the chorus of Saturday. The grief keeps coming and the resurrection hasn’t surprised me yet. Death continues to come, but new life hasn’t. Stuck in Saturday: uncertain of what’s ahead. Lots of waiting and wondering. Feeling like life may forever be in the realm of “limbo.” Feeling shocked and numbed by the death that just surprised us.

One of my friends, who I have never met in person but who I have prayed for/with for a year and a half now across a three thousand mile distance, wrote an article that so beautifully, succinctly, and accurately captures the feeling of being stuck in Saturday. She says it so much better than I could.

“Saturday begins when the worst pain is behind you, but a throbbing ache has taken its place. When the sun dares to shine, but your world is still dark. When the abuse is in the past, but not the hurt and shame. When you are no longer hemorrhaging, but neither are you healed. When the rest of the world expects you to be over it, but you’re not.”

Click here for the full article; you will be blessed.

May the Lord be with you today on the Saturday which reminds us of the Saturday His disciples and His family endured & grieved indescribably, when His enemies gloated and His opposers rejoiced ~ but no one knew what was coming. Nobody knew. May our Resurrected Lord remind you today to remember that limbo. And to look ahead not with doubt and fear but with hope and faith, for He does all things well. And living in the post-Resurrection era, we have the blessing of seeing and knowing that to a glorious extent.