I read for work, I read for pleasure, but I also read for inspiration. Toward the latter, I’m currently reading The Guns of August by Barbara W. Tuchman. It’s the story of the characters, events and intrigue that brought about the start of World War I. For your own inspiration, here’s a sample:
The long-desired moment when the French flag would be raised again in Alsace had come. The covering troops, waiting among the thick, rich pines of the Vosges, trembled with readiness. These were the remembered mountains with their lakes and waterfalls and the damp delicious smell of the forests where fragrant ferns grew between the pines. Hilltop pastures, grazed by cattle, alternated with patches of forest. Ahead, the shadowed purple line of the Ballon d’Alsace, highest point in the Vosges, was hidden in mist. Patrols who ventured to the top could see down below the red-roofed villages of the lost territory, the gray church spires, and the tiny, gleaming line of the Moselle where, young and near its source, it was narrow enough to be waded. Squares of white potato blossom alternated with strips of scarlet-runner beans and gray-green-purple rows of cabbages. Haycocks like small fat pyramids dotted the fields as if arranged by a painter. The land was at its peak of fertility. The sun sparkled over all. Never had it looked so much worth fighting for.
“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.” 2 Timothy 3:16 (NLT)
We’re doing an interesting study right now in my house church. We’re looking at Scripture from the point of view of an atheist (or at least we’re trying to). So, for instance, we looked this week at the story of Jesus walking on the water and wondered out loud what questions someone who does not believe in Jesus or the Bible might ask about the account. There are the more technical questions about how exactly He accomplished it and whether he had help from natural forces or some such (and some of the theories out there are quite outrageous), but there are also the bigger questions, like why is the story in only three of the gospels and not all four? And why are the accounts different? And why are there four gospels anyway and not just one? Those larger questions reminded me of the 2 Timothy verse above, and specifically the phrase “All Scripture is inspired by God…”
In all the controversy about the inerrancy of the Bible that we hear so much of these days, we’ve kind of lost the fundamental fact that the Bible is not just words on a page, or even a collection of stories, but rather the product of inspiration. Have you ever been inspired by someone? It might have been a parent or teacher or friend. Let’s suppose we’re in a class together and we both have a very inspiring person teaching us. What does the outworking of that inspiration look like for each of us? I’m a teacher by profession, and I get inspired by good teaching; it makes me want to emulate their approach and strategies in my own teaching. But you may be more focused on the content. Say they are not only a great teacher, but also an outstanding scientist, or a captivating writer, or they have an exceptional fluency with language. And it’s their mastery of the content they teach that you are inspired by. So you decide to become a scientist or writer or linguist. Someone else in our class may hear that the teacher lived overseas for a time and absolutely revels in their stories of adventure, so that classmate of ours makes the decision to become a world traveler after graduation. We have all been inspired by this one teacher, but we have been inspired in vastly different ways.
The 2 Timothy verse doesn’t say that all Scripture is handed down from God verbatim, as when He wrote the commandments on stone tablets for Moses. And it certainly doesn’t say that all Scripture was made to look identical so that there would be no question that God was the ultimate author. It says that all Scripture is inspired, and as we know, the Apostle Paul chose his words very carefully for his letters so that he would be clearly understood by those he was separated from but whom he loved very much, like Timothy. We understand letters to be personal things, full of the personality of the writer and intended for specific purposes, whether encouragement or correction, as the verse above tells us. But somehow we place books of the Bible like the gospel accounts or prophecy or poetry in a completely different category, as if nothing of the human writer is involved in that book.
Nothing could be farther from the truth, and that is especially true of the gospels. They were written to entirely different audiences for entirely different purposes, so why should they look the same? But they were also written by very different individuals who had different life experiences and were different ages when writing. And as we understand from biblical scholarship, for those who might not have been eye witnesses to the full gamut of Jesus’ ministry on earth, such as Mark and Luke, they likely drew heavily from accounts of those who were with Jesus who had more first-hand knowledge and experience, Mark from Peter, and Luke from Jesus’ mother Mary.
Yet, all Scripture is inspired by God, and so it is precisely that diversity of perspectives that allows us to relate to the Bible in ways that are personal and meaningful. And so we have John referring to himself in his gospel as the disciple Jesus loved, a moniker that no other gospel writer uses. Recall also that the story of Jesus walking on the water includes a key moment is when Peter asks if he can join Jesus on the water, then walks a few steps, then starts sinking and has to be rescued by Jesus who wags a finger at him and chides him for his lack of faith. Guess which gospel writer left out the part about Peter getting a reprimand from Jesus? You guessed it, Mark, the one dependent on Peter’s recounting of his experiences with Christ. Far from opening up the gospels to criticism about being historically inaccurate, these accounts and many others show us that God respects the writers and us as individuals, who He intentionally created with a multiplicity of personalities and giftings and viewpoints which, inspired and sanctified by the Holy Spirit, can point to the Kingdom of heaven. I find that inspiring!
There are “friends” who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother. (Proverbs 18:24, NLT)
I want to tell you a story, a story that is almost 100 years old. It’s a story of salvation, but also of friendship and commitment. It’s a story that has affected almost all of us without our even knowing it, and which literally changed the world, but which has almost entirely been forgotten. I visited Oxford in England this past summer and had the privilege of being told this story for the first time, and actually getting to visit the site where it took place. It was pretty heady stuff.
The main protagonists of the story are C.S. Lewis, author of many books, including the Chronicles of Narnia series, and J.R.R. Tolkien, author of the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. They were professors together at Magdalen College (spelled like Mary of Magdalen, but pronounced Maudlin) in Oxford. Though the men really couldn’t have been much more different from each other, the primary thing that distinguished them was that for the first 5 years of their friendship, Tolkien was a Christian and Lewis was an atheist.
Sometime before 3 am on Sunday morning the 20th of September, 1931 Tolkien, Lewis and another friend, Hugo Dyson, strolled along the Cherwell River on the grounds of Magdalen College in Oxford. All that evening the three of them had been discussing their lifelong fascination with myths. It’s sad, Lewis declared, to think that classic tales of courage, beauty, sacrifice and virtue are all untrue and ultimately worthless. Tolkien stopped his skeptical friend cold and made the stunning statement that no, they are not lies; myths contain great spiritual truths.
Two days later, Lewis recounted the conversation in a letter to his friend Arthur Greeves:
He (Dyson) stayed the night with me in the College… Tolkien came too, and did not leave till 3 in the morning: and after seeing him out by the little postern on Magdalen bridge Dyson and I found still more to say to one another, strolling up and down the cloister of New Building, so that we did not get to bed till 4. It was really a memorable talk. We began (in Addison’s walk just after dinner) on metaphor and myth –interrupted by a rush of wind which came so suddenly on the still, warm evening and sent so many leaves pattering down that we thought it was raining. We all held our breath, the other two appreciating the ecstasy of such a thing almost as you would. We continued (in my room) on Christianity: a good long satisfying talk in which I learned a lot: then discussed the difference between love and friendship – then finally drifted back to poetry and books.
On October 18, 1931, Lewis wrote to Greeves again about his conversation with his friends:
Now what Dyson and Tolkien showed me was this: that if I met the idea of sacrifice in a Pagan story I didn’t mind it at all: again, that if I met the idea of a god sacrificing himself to himself . . . I liked it very much and was mysteriously moved by it: again, that the idea of the dying and reviving god (Balder, Adonis, Bacchus) similarly moved me provided I met it anywhere except in the Gospels. The reason was that in Pagan stories I was prepared to feel the myth as profound and suggestive of meanings beyond my grasp even tho’ I could not say in cold prose ‘what it meant’. Now the story of Christ is simply a true myth: a myth working on us in the same way as the others, but with this tremendous difference that it really happened.
Thus it was, because of his friends’ pursuit of him, that in 1931 the hard-bitten atheist C.S. Lewis finally gave in and surrendered his life to Christ. Five years later, because of their shared love of myth, Lewis would challenge Tolkien that they should each write some Christian fantasy. As a result, Tolkien wrote The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and Lewis wrote his science fiction trilogy. Lewis would go on to write Screwtape Letters, the Chronicles of Narnia, and many defenses of the faith, including Mere Christianity. And the world has never been the same since.
As I strolled Addison’s Walk this past summer, I was struck with the power of friendship and the changes it can bring about. I wondered then if I could be as good a friend as Tolkien was to Lewis. They had met in 1926 as members of the faculty at Oxford, where Hugo Dyson also was. Initially Lewis didn’t really care for Tolkien, but after a while they found their common fascination with myth, as well as something they called “the northerness,” a love for Viking lore and adventure of all kinds. Tolkien was a devout Catholic and a “thorough-going supernaturalist,” as Lewis described him. Lewis was a realist, a materialist who had no time for the unseen world and especially God, yet who, strangely, was drawn to mythical lore about gods and goddesses. And this Tolkien saw as his way in.
For almost 5 years he hammered away at Lewis’ suit of armor. We all have these suits of armor, what we wear to protect ourselves from the pain of a fallen world and especially our growing up. Lewis had constructed his over many years, due to losing his mother when he was only 10 years old, having a father who was distant and detached from his world, and seeing first-hand the horrors of World War I, where Lewis lost many friends and which nearly took his own life. Tolkien had lost both of his parents early in his life and so could have had his own suit of armor, but he had taken another route, finding consolation in the arms of God, and he knew that was exactly what Lewis needed as well.
Tolkien had help from a phalanx of other Christians that Lewis and he worked with, including Hugo Dyson, as well as some of Lewis’ favorite authors who unbeknownst to him were Christians, people like G.K. Chesterton, John Milton and many others. But it took many years of persistence on the part of Tolkien and others. Lewis was an academic and a rationalist, and he had to be convinced. Hearing about others’ experience wasn’t enough, he had to know that the Bible and the God of the Bible were true. Once he did, though, he would do more than any other Christian in history to convince skeptics like himself of the reality of God.
So, let me ask you the question I’ve been asking myself since I roamed along Addison’s Walk this summer. Who are you that kind of friend to, the kind of friend Tolkien was to Lewis? The kind of friend who would persist for years with someone who was so obstinate, someone who would stay up all night talking, hoping for a breakthrough with his friend? The book of James ends with a couple of remarkable verses:
My dear friends, if you know people who have wandered off from God’s truth, don’t write them off. Go after them. Get them back and you will have rescued precious lives from destruction and prevented an epidemic of wandering away from God. (James 5:19-20, The Message)
No distinction is made here between sharing the Gospel with a non-Christian and discipling one who believes. One commentator has called this “the work of spiritual direction”. It is the ministry of cutting through the deceptions of a relativistic culture and setting before others a clear path of obedience.
We are surrounded by those who have wandered from the truth, who are on the precipice of death itself. As I often say to my teacher candidates, sometimes the only thing a person needs is one good idea. Tolkien had one good idea, the idea that all myth was just a shadow and form of the true myth, the greatest story ever told, the Bible. That insight, I would suggest to you, was inspired by the Holy Spirit, because it was exactly what Lewis needed to hear.
In his famous sermon Weight of Glory, delivered 10 years after his conversion, the believer C.S. Lewis spoke powerfully about his transformed view of myth:
We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it. That is why we have peopled air and earth and water with gods and goddesses and nymphs and elves…For if we take the imagery of Scripture seriously, if we believe that God will one day give us the Morning Star and cause us to put on the splendor of the sun, then we may surmise that both the ancient myths and the modern poetry, so false as history, may be very near the truth as prophecy.
Tolkien’s good idea, 10 years earlier, was the missing piece of the puzzle that Lewis needed so badly. So, here is a question to ponder as we live the gospel together: What one good idea does your friend need to hear from you, or rather, from God? What one good idea will transform your friend’s view of God, of life, and perhaps even your friendship, just as Lewis’ perspective was radically changed? I encourage all of us to ask the Holy Spirit for insight, and then be the friend that person needs us to be.
The year Lewis died, in 1963, he wrote a poem entitled “What the Bird Said Early in the Year,” which not coincidentally is set in Addison’s Walk. He is remembering back to that walk he took with his friends so many years before, and as he says “a spell becoming undone,” but also, because he was so sick at the time he wrote the poem, he is perhaps looking ahead to a home-going that would happen soon. Here’s the poem:
I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear:
This year the summer will come true. This year. This year.
Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees
This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas.
This year time’s nature will no more defeat you,
Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you.
This time they will not lead you round and back
To Autumn, one year older, by the well-worn track.
This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell,
We shall escape the circle and undo the spell.
Lewis could write these words at the end of his life because his friends had not given up on him, but had gone after him and rescued him. They were the friend that sticks closer than a brother, the kind that never gives up, the kind that as Paul says in 1 Corinthians 13, “always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” This is what it means to live the gospel together in friendship.
My good friend Kandace Terry has written a remarkable reflection on the importance of praise. I am reposting her blog entry with her permission so that more people (who still read) can appreciate her deep revelation.
Any of you who have known me for any length of time are sure to notice that my typically upbeat nature has been, ahem, shall we say, tested,the last few weeks. Writing? Yeah, not happening. There have been so many questions. So many demands. And on top of the legitimate challenges of the last couple years, there have been so many insignificant, first world nuisances that somehow have become a big deal to my normally easy going disposition. There have been these brief moments when I think I’ve heard something from Daddy God, but distraction is right there on the spot to keep me from soaking in it.
“Are there themes that you’re showing me, God? Help me to see.”
“What are you saying? What am I missing?”
“I’m sorry I’m so distracted, God. My kid is flooding the bathroom.”
But it’s coming into focus, and I’m unsettled about it. “What do You want me to DO with this, Lord?” Here’s the thing, friends: I don’t think God is interested in our glossed over and insincere platitudes that we call “praise”. I’m going to go ahead and put myself in the middle of the intervention circle and admit to you straight up that sometimes (a lot of times) I DON’T KNOW HOW TO PRAISE GOD. Yes, I know the formula: A.C.T.S — adoration, confession, thanksgiving, and supplication. But let’s all be honest for a skinny minute: don’t we really just want to jump to the supplication part? That’s what comes most naturally. I’m excellent at thinking about myself and the things I think I need in order for my life to be more comfortable. (And in all fairness, we can usually come up with quite a few things to be thankful for, too.) But adoration (and confession — that one deserves a post all it’s own)? Yikes! Those are harder for most of us. So we sit with it. We think hard. We ask, “God, how should I praise you? What do I say? …Do? How is praise any different than thanking you?” We may eventually come up with a few things to name off as praises, but when we muster our courage to name them out loud — be it in a crowd or in private — where is the sense of conviction? Where is the brokenness over our sin in relation to His holiness? The strength of spirit? The emotion? We (I) sound so…melancholy. So unconvincing. And the painful reality that I can’t help but to remember is that it is out of the overflow of the heart that the mouth speaks (Luke 6:45). Yeah, I’ve been mulling over that convicting truth.
I’ve come under conviction, friends. I’ve had to look at myself in the mirror and allow myself to see down into the ugly parts of my soul that I’d rather keep hidden in darkness. He wants us to participate in praise, not observe it (or worse, critique it). He doesn’t require a dark room with flashy lights, the latest music, and a producer at a board in the back of the room that makes it all look and sound good (or on the other extreme, He isn’t limited to our liturgical traditions or worship guides). He doesn’t require fancy or culturally “hip” words/phrases. He doesn’t even mind if I fumble over what I’m trying to say, or if I have some holes in my theology. He wants my heart…my mind. He wants me to let it all go in adoration, without regard for what other people may think. He wants me to come to Him ready, expecting Him to meet me. Ahhhh!!!His presence.
I’ve heard skeptics ask why God is so needy? Is He really that egotistical that He demands our praise and worship? But I would submit to you that while worship truly is about HIM…remembering HIM…esteeming HIM, He isn’t the only one who benefits. And this seems especially true when we cause ourselves to profess the affection of our hearts toward Him even when we’re not feelin’ it. Because here’s a cold hard truth: sometimes we identify with David in Psalm 22. He’s broken. God feels absent. He feels abandoned…forgotten. The fascinating thing that is being revealed to me, though, is that something remarkable happens with praise. Watch and see if you catch it:
¹My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan for help? ²Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer. Every night I lift my voice, but I find no relief.
That’s honesty right there, friends. My guess is that when David penned and sang those words, the bent of his emotion didn’t lean toward praise. But YET. The next word is YET. (I have so much to learn from this example):
³Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel. 4 Our ancestors trusted in you, and you rescued them. 5 They cried out to you and were saved. They trusted in you and were never disgraced.
David makes himself remember the praiseworthiness of his God. And my guess is that if we were a fly on the (cave?) wall when he first sang this song, we would be emotionally moved. Praise in the midst of hardship, that’s what this is. I can’t say with any true authority what David was feeling outside of what is written, but I DO know how I would feel: I wouldn’t feel like praising God. Remembering God’s goodness and faithfulness wouldn’t be my natural response. I would probably have a hard time thinking of any kind of praise to offer to (in my estimation, a confusing and absent) God. Maybe that’s how David felt too, because it sure seems to me that it was a battle even for him to keep the perspective and heart of praise, because what comes next?
6 But I am a worm and not a man. I am scorned and despised by all! 7 Everyone who sees me mocks me. They sneer and shake their heads, saying, 8 “Is this the one who relies on the Lord? Then let the Lord save him! If the Lord loves him so much, let the Lord rescue him!”
Honest confession, ache, groaning, despair, feelings of abandonment and rejection…that’s what came next. And then there it is again…YET. There’s that word.
9 Yet you brought me safely from my mother’s womb and led me to trust you at my mother’s breast. 10 I was thrust into your arms at my birth. You have been my God from the moment I was born.
Do you see it? He sure is trying! Even though he anguishes, he is naming the steady presence of God in his life, from the very beginning. He is naming things that prevent despair from isolating him from God and the rest of the world. Again, in this example David demonstrates that sometimes praise looks like the discipline of remembrance. Sometimes we have to make ourselves remember God’s faithful goodness even when we don’t see it. But even so, discipline to remember and praise God ≠ sullenness. Or melancholy. Or apathy. It doesn’t mean we sit on the sidelines or the folding chairs or the pews and watch other people praise. It doesn’t mean we wave the white flag when we can’t think of anything praiseworthy to say after 2 seconds of thinking about how to fill in the gap when we’re praying the “A” section of the A.C.T.S prayer.
David goes on to name the grim stakes of his dire situation. He begs the Lord to be near. He pleads for breakthrough…for mercy. And as he goes on, you can almost hear it in his voice: “whom have I but You? This situation is impossible. You are my only chance for survival.” And yet…as he goes on, you can feel David’s confidencebuilding once again. He knows the despair of his situation, but he also knows the LOVE and POWER of GOD. He remembersGod’s goodness from the dawn of time, and His constant faithfulness throughout his own life. His discipline to remember, to praise, has fed his own spirit. If he had been John’s contemporary, I’m sure he would’ve agreed: Greater is He who is in me than He who is in the world.
How encouraging would I be as a mother if I never praised my children, only asking them to do things for me? And how effective would my praises to my children be if I lacked any depth of sincerity or applause in my expression of them? When our spiritual ancestors praised, they did so with musical instruments and singing, shouts of joy and clapping hands; they praised with broken and contrite hearts, weeping over their own sin as they reflect on the holiness of God; they praised in the assembly and as individuals; they praised sitting, standing, kneeling, lying prostrate, bowed heads, lifted hands, and dancing.
They meant it.
They felt it.
They expressed it.
I guess it may seem like I’m harping on the outward appearance of our praise, and yes, I do wish we invited and welcomed a move of the Spirit that just may surprise even ourselves in the way that we respond with our expression of worship. But even deeper than that is my grief that we, *I*, forget His praiseworthiness. That’s the real heart of it. We’re so focused on ourselves that we rush past Him. We’re so concerned about the things we desire from His hand, that we miss His heart. But I can’t help but believe that we’re no different than David, and that as we remember our God, His mercy, His breakthroughs, His sacrifice, His revolutionary grace; as we lift our eyes from the despair of our situations, we see HIM. And when we see HIM, confidence climbs, boldness builds, faith flourishes, and praises pour. It honors our God, and it movesus. In fact, I also believe it moves Himtoward us. And as we come closer to one another, His presence overwhelms us. Our perspective is made right.
The beginning section of Psalm 22 and the ending…talk about stark contrast. Despair has turned to boldness. Groaning has turned to declarations of authority. Hopelessness about even living to see another day has turned to hopeful confidence for many righteous generations to come. The difference?
A heart of praise.
So today, I will choose obedience. I will choose remembrance. I will choose praise…even if my circumstances aren’t comfortable. Even if things aren’t going as planned or hoped, I will remember His faithful goodness. I have to, lest I become angry and isolated from the One who has always been faithful. …and I will meanit when I speak it. My heart and mind will join together in solidarity as I speak with gumption about His praiseworthiness. And I expect that He will exchange my despair, and give hope; He will take my questions, and give peace; He will take my offering, and give joy. As I look to Him, I will remember and name what He said, and my own confidence will rise. Will you join me? Let’s try this together!
Yes, a true heart of praise is humble and it is focused on the One who is worthy of praise. But like David, I expect that in lifting His name, He blesses me in return by lifting my spirit.
This story is included in a book I’m reading called Organic Community, and it has so much truth in it for parents, I thought I’d pass it along. If you haven’t been there already, you will likely find yourself there at some point. Stay the course, you’re doing great!
Denise VanEck says this in a sermon titled “The Ache of a Mother”:
“What was it like for [Eve] as she had that second baby? Did she expect him to be exactly like the first one? What were her assumptions? What were her expectations? What was it like for Eve the first time that she looked at her little boy and thought to herself, ‘I could give you life, but I can’t decide what it is. I can’t decide who you are.’
“I think all of us moms when we have our babies, we know that they are going to be themselves; they are going to be an individual. But at some level we still believe that we can control that person and who they are. I remember the moment for me when I had to learn this lesson.
“Steven was [in] about the fourth grade, and I had always thought Steve would be my little blonde baseball player — I thought he’d be the little blonde builder like his dad. And so I was always buying him trucks, and trains, and all those boy toys and even though he’d play with them, what he really gravitated toward was the crayons, and the paints, and the clay.
“And so by the fourth grade Steve realized that he wanted to be an artist when he grew up, and in order to be an artist he was going to need to study art in Paris. He also realized that he only had about eight more years to get ready.
“So he started growing his hair out long, and he bought himself a beret, and then he begged me to spend twenty dollars on ‘Your First Thousand Words in French.’
“Steve grows his hair. Pretty soon it’s long enough for a ponytail. And this back in the ’80s — this was back when the big movement in the public school systems was the whole self-esteem movement. So I get a call one day from Steve’s teacher.
“I dutifully go in and the principal is there, and the teacher is there. They say, ‘Mrs. VanEck, we’re very worried about Steve. All the kids tease him about his long hair, his ponytail, and his beret. We think you should get his hair cut.’
“At that point, I thought there was God and the principal, and if [the principal] told you you had to do something, you had to do it. So I did!
“I made an appointment and he went off to get the haircut. I sat in the waiting room and finally I decided I needed to go back there and check on how this was going.
“The woman was just finishing this really hideous mullet. [She] turns him around slowly in the chair to face me, and I’m thinking, ‘Oh, he’s going to love his new haircut!’ But as she turned him around and I looked at his face, what I saw instead was was one tear, dripping down his cheek.
“And in that moment everything changed for me as a mom, because that was the moment that I realized that being a mother is more about discovery than it is control. That I had not just gotten my son a really bad haircut — I had violated him. I had violated who he was, I had violated his dreams, I had violated his sense of himself.
“And I realized in that moment that I really needed to learn who this little person was. My job wasn’t to just buy him baseball caps because that’s who I thought that he should be. My job was to make him everything that he could be.”
“When they came to the border of Mysia, they tried to enter Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus would not allow them to.” (Acts 16:7)
So, I’m at an interesting time in my life. As all of us do who are older, I imagined that when I got around 60 years old, my life would be settled and routine. But I’m starting to think that view of growing older is misguided. God has been gracious to allow me to serve Him in a variety of ways, from being a teacher and professor, to being an elder, to being a missionary. It’s been a full life for sure! And I guess I imagined just continuing in all of those things, though truth be told, there was a time just a few years ago when I was having a hard time fitting it all in. Then seemingly overnight everything changed. Doors started closing, and they didn’t stop closing for over a year. It was all very unnerving! Things I thought I would be doing for the rest of my working life just stopped and my ministry river slowed to a stream. Unfortunately, many of us find our worth and esteem in the ministry we do and the ability to keep the plates spinning and the balls up in the air, like some sort of circus performer. That’s kind of sad when you think about it, not only because it’s not biblical, but because when the plates stop spinning, we actually begin to question who we are.
But after a lengthy season of doors closing, as with the apostles in the verse above, I’m beginning to see this as a move of the Spirit in my life. What I’m left with is significant and it would be wrong to try to minimize it. Rather than be involved with ministry a mile wide and an inch deep, I now have the opportunity to make a strong leadership impact in one area while also speaking deeply into young believers’ lives. That’s no small potatoes! Still, the challenge remains of not getting my feelings hurt about the other areas. I’m not going to lie, it feels like rejection. Honestly, I can count on one hand how many times in my life a door of opportunity has slammed shut – it’s just not something I’m used to and there’s nothing enjoyable about it. Yet, as Revelation says, Jesus is the one who closes doors no one can open. I don’t want to be the fool who tries to open the unopenable, just to satisfy my own ego. So I’m becoming ok with seeing closed doors as God’s grace. I mean, after all, it allows me to be more focused and it gives me a much more manageable workload. So, who am I to worry or complain (though, of course, I still do)?
God could easily have stopped at the creation of the angels and had enough praise and worship for eternity. But in His creativity, He decided that the ultimate creation would be of creatures who could also create, those who were actually created to do good works. Among those good works, certainly, is art. God inspires us every day with His creation, from sunrises to sunsets to animals and flowers and the stars. As His creation, we also inspire through our good works – drawing, painting, writing, singing, as well as telling each other about the good news of Jesus Christ. And this good work is, in some mysterious way, fulfilling to God. Ephesians 1:22-23 says, “And he put all things under his feet and gave him as head over all things to the church, which is his body, the fullness of him who fills all in all.” It is one thing to say that Jesus completes us, which is obvious, but it is even more profound to say that we complete Christ. We are His Body, and it is unavoidable that we have work to do that is important to Him. But that work should be interpreted broadly, as broadly as God’s work is pictured in Scripture. In the fullness of time, God created His masterpiece, the Church. In the same way, we should be working toward our ultimate masterpiece, being the spotless Bride in complete obedience to what He has called us to do on this earth.
I’ve often been asked why I mostly only draw in graphite, in black and white. Why not use color? I tell people that I haven’t even mastered black and white yet, so why attempt color? But the truth is, I am fascinated by the play between light and shadow, and that contrast is nowhere more interesting than in a graphite drawing. The thing I continue to ponder after over a decade of making these kinds of pictures is the focus that I need to have on shadows or negative space. We are told so often in Scripture that we are to be people of light, that as Philippians 4:8 says; we should dwell on the good, stay in the light. Yet, to be a successful pencil portrait artist, I need to dwell on the dark parts of a subject, because that’s where the realism comes from. If I can just successfully define the dark portions of the subject, then mysteriously, the viewer’s eye will be drawn to the lighter portions. In fact, if I do my work well, they will not even notice the shadow areas, which will recede into the background. The thing I spend the most time on, they will spend the least time looking at. Without them even knowing, they are being forced away from the dark and made to consider the light. This is especially true of the subject’s eyes. The eyes “work” in a drawing because of the shadows all around (and even in) them. I believe there is something of the work of Christ in all of this. Jesus hung on a cross, wearing our sin-suit, completely immersed in darkness, so that we would be driven to the light and see God for who He truly is. As a result of Christ’s sacrifice, with the help of the Holy Spirit, we can desire to be people of the light and we can dwell on the things that please God and that bring Him glory, including our art.
How is your spiritual life? Is it vibrant and amazing? Or not so much? Do you feel like you are right where God wants you, that you are living out the gospel, or do you feel stuck? And if you feel stuck, do you know how to get unstuck?
Luke 4 is a fascinating chapter of the Bible. It is the beginning of Jesus’ ministry on earth, and it is full of highs and lows. Recall that Jesus did not start his ministry until He was 30 years old. That’s a long time. That’s enough time for routines and expectations to build up. It’s even enough time to think that things may never change. We get in that mindset sometimes. We’re looking around and saying, “Well, I guess that’s it. This is all I have to look forward to.” The same responsibilities, the same opportunities, the same relationships. I doubt any of those thoughts were on Jesus’ mind when He went into the wilderness, but then again, He was the perfect Son of God. Yet, what is true is that He needed to break out of His habits and lifestyle to follow the call of God on His life. Here’s the first part of the story (vss. 1-13):
Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, 2 where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.
3 The devil said to him, “If you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become bread.”
4 Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone.’”
5 The devil led him up to a high place and showed him in an instant all the kingdoms of the world. 6 And he said to him, “I will give you all their authority and splendor; it has been given to me, and I can give it to anyone I want to. 7 If you worship me, it will all be yours.”
8 Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.’”
9 The devil led him to Jerusalem and had him stand on the highest point of the temple. “If you are the Son of God,” he said, “throw yourself down from here. 10 For it is written:
“‘He will command his angels concerning you
to guard you carefully; 11 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’”
12 Jesus answered, “It is said: ‘Do not put the Lord your God to the test.’”
13 When the devil had finished all this tempting, he left him until an opportune time.
So, how did Jesus get to the wilderness? The Spirit led Him there. This is where we have to begin in our quest to get unstuck and get moving. The first principle of getting unstuck is that we need to let God’s Spirit lead us out of wherever we are at. It’s not enough to talk to someone about our situation, as wise as their counsel might be, and it’s not enough to plan a way out. The world’s way of thinking about this is, try something, then if that doesn’t work, try something else. The emphasis is on getting out of the situation we’re in, rather than actually feeling a calling to something else. The Israelites were led out of Egypt, but they were also led to the Promised Land. Without the Spirit’s wisdom and timing, we are just operating in our own limited understanding and ability, and one of two things will happen:
1) we will simply remain stuck where we are, or
2) we will do something unwise and wind up in an even worse situation.
And this takes us to the second principle, which is that we have to agree with the Spirit. Jesus had a part to play in starting His ministry – the Spirit led Him, but He had to follow. He had to agree with His heavenly Father that this was the best possible plan for Him, despite the fact that I’m sure He was aware of what awaited Him. This is a subtle reality of getting unstuck: if we are just along for the ride and are not completely committed to God’s plan, when we wind up in an uncomfortable situation it could cause us to doubt our agreement with God and go right back to being stuck again. God has His sovereign will, which will be accomplished no matter what, but the remarkable thing is that He has given us a moral will to say yes or no to Him. There is no more powerful position as a follower of Christ than to agree with and submit to God’s sovereign plan.
Which brings us to the third principle, that we have to keep on agreeing with the Spirit, even when things get tough, and even when we see loss, not gain; conflict, not peace. Following the Spirit into the wilderness was just the beginning of the challenges for Jesus, not only with the devil’s temptations, but with the town folk back in Nazareth. Let’s keep reading the story:
Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news about him spread through the whole countryside. 15 He was teaching in their synagogues, and everyone praised him.
16 He went to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, and on the Sabbath day he went into the synagogue, as was his custom. He stood up to read, 17 and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it is written:
18 “The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to set the oppressed free, 19 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”
20 Then he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant and sat down. The eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him.21 He began by saying to them, “Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.”
22 All spoke well of him and were amazed at the gracious words that came from his lips. “Isn’t this Joseph’s son?” they asked.
23 Jesus said to them, “Surely you will quote this proverb to me: ‘Physician, heal yourself!’ And you will tell me, ‘Do here in your hometown what we have heard that you did in Capernaum.’”
24 “Truly I tell you,” he continued, “no prophet is accepted in his hometown. 25 I assure you that there were many widows in Israel in Elijah’s time, when the sky was shut for three and a half years and there was a severe famine throughout the land. 26 Yet Elijah was not sent to any of them, but to a widow in Zarephath in the region of Sidon. 27 And there were many in Israel with leprosy in the time of Elisha the prophet, yet not one of them was cleansed—only Naaman the Syrian.”
28 All the people in the synagogue were furious when they heard this.29 They got up, drove him out of the town, and took him to the brow of the hill on which the town was built, in order to throw him off the cliff.30 But he walked right through the crowd and went on his way.
Have you have been to Israel? I’ve been to Israel twice. The first time, when we arrived at Nazareth, the tour guide took us to where there was an amazing view, just on the edge of town. Nazareth is elevated, and it overlooks the Jezreel Valley, the valley that Revelation identifies as where the final battle of Armageddon will take place. Can you imagine, as the One who would come one day riding on a white horse, to look at that view every day growing up? And now, Jesus’ neighbors and relatives want to throw Him off of that same cliff. The contrast couldn’t be more stark. Have you ever asked yourself, why was everyone angry enough with Jesus that they wanted to kill him? There are actually many reasons, but here are two:
First, as Jesus said, a prophet is not without honor except in his hometown; or as Keith Green put it in one of his songs, prophets don’t grow up from little boys, do they? The townspeople just couldn’t stand to be told off by one of their own.
Second, interestingly, the people of Nazareth did not turn on Jesus for saying that Isaiah 61 was fulfilled in their hearing. We are told that once He finished reading they spoke well of Him. One assumes this was because He perhaps read eloquently, or maybe He reminded them that their servitude under the Roman Empire would one day end.
But then everything changed, not because of the Scripture reading, but because of Jesus’ reminisces about some Old Testament stories. But what was the big deal? Because in all of those stories, God showed favor for Gentiles over Jews. Nazareth was part of “Galilee of the Gentiles,” as Scripture puts it, and the Jews of the town lived with that label. And here Jesus was, Jesus who had grown up with them, chastising the Jews because of their unbelief, and telling them, as John the Baptist had, that God could raise up children of Abraham from stones. In one way, we can say that Jesus’ fate was sealed in the very first days of His ministry; that His three-year journey to the cross began this day.
So, Jesus had broken out of the routine of his growing up, had faithfully followed the Spirit out to the wilderness, had endured the temptations of satan, relying on His Father every step of the way, only to return to the relative safety of Nazareth and have the people try to kill Him. As a tv commercial once said, “Hard work is the reward for hard work!” So, here’s the fourth and final principle of getting unstuck: we need to eliminate the words “unfair” or “unjust” from our vocabulary. I mean, really, what do you think Jesus’ response was to the threat of being tossed off the cliff? “Father, this is so unfair! I chose to agree with your plan and follow you, and this is the way you repay me?” No. In speaking about Jesus’ determination to fulfill His calling, the King James version uses the powerful phrase, “I set my face like a flint.” It was just sheer determination in the confidence of the Spirit that allowed Him to complete those three years of His ministry.
We Americans want our way, don’t we? And we will whine all day if we don’t get it. It’s funny, isn’t it, how very objective we can be when it comes to assessing the lives of those in Scripture, whereas we are completely subjective when it comes to evaluating our own lives. We know the stories of the Bible characters, we know how they turn out, so we believe somehow that it was easier for them to be obedient than it is for us. But just imagine deciding for God’s plan, and as a result being threatened by an angry mob made up, not of strangers, but of the people you grew up with! Even if you did know the ending of the story, it wouldn’t make it any easier to endure.
We all wish we knew what was coming after we got unstuck, as Jesus surely did, but the truth is we should be grateful we don’t. As I’ve thought back on it, I’m so glad my wife and I didn’t know anything of what we were getting ready to experience when we said yes to going to Ukraine as missionaries. We never would have gone. I just wanted to get unstuck, and when the invitation came to go, we agreed with the Holy Spirit and went. We went for one year, which turned into two, then three, then seven. In hindsight I can say that we would never trade the experience. But in the midst of our time in Ukraine, of people saying and doing ugly things, of conflict with co-workers, of possessions being pickpocketed, of spiritual warfare, of sleepless trips on uncountable overnight trains, there were most definitely times we thought about quitting. Yet, we set our face like a flint, we kept agreeing with God about His plan, and tried (as best we could) not to utter the words unjust, unfair, or cry foul over some perceived wrong we had to endure.
And please know that these principles of getting unstuck apply everywhere and at any time, not just on the mission field. No matter where we are stuck or why, these principles need to be applied, every day. It’s not easy. But as Tom Hanks says in A League of Their Own, “If it was easy, everybody would do it. It’s the hard that makes it great.” So I encourage you, if you feel stuck today, to allow the Spirit to lead you, to agree with the Spirit, to keep on agreeing with the Spirit, and to try not to tell our loving and just God what justice and fairness are supposed to look like. I know you will be blessed as a result.