Practices with your Bible that will keep you humble (and make William Tyndale proud)

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The accessibility of scripture is something people before us have given their lives for.

William Tyndale (1494-1536) laid down his life so that, “… the boy who drives the plow,” could know the scriptures even better than the Pope of his time. The stories of how the translation of the Bible, at the blood, sweat and tears of many, was preserved and made readily available to us should humble us. It is a treasure we have on our phones and bound in board, paper and leather. But for many of us, it’s a relic or a good luck charm or a reminder that we “should” read it, but we don’t. Our Bibles and the broken and beautiful people of God are the way the Holy Spirit feeds us, comes alongside us, leads us, teaches us, helps us see, and gives us faith.

I’m not a boy who drives a plow. I am a low-energy, struggles-with-depression, mom and wife who drives a Ford Edge with a dent scratched right through the Ford symbol on the back because I closed the garage door while the back hatch was open. Mr. Tyndale’s life was not spent in vain. His work to translate the scriptures into English has reached me. I don’t claim to know my Bible better than the Pope or a Bible scholar, but I have reaped the benefits of growing in my faith as I’ve wrestled with, prayed through, chewed on and shared what the Spirit teaches me as I read my Bible and hear its message proclaimed.

The Bible can be and has been misused. Like a sharp knife, it can be used to heal or kill. Throughout time, the word of God has been wielded to serve the self-exalting interest of the person or people holding it as a weapon of power or self-defense.  It can also be ignorantly misused, like a child playing with his daddy’s hunting knife.  I think when we pick up our Bibles we should do so with a kind of trembling. We should be aware that when we, prone-to-wander sinners by nature, redeemed though we are, read our Bibles we will tend to see it applying to everyone else, and turn every story into a moral lesson for making our lives more successful. But you don’t have to be skilled in Bible memory sword drills or have a degree in theology to be changed by God’s message in the Bible.

Here I offer these modern-day plow boy (or girl as it were) practices that will help you pick up your Bible with a holy fear and childlike faith that will serve to transform you, keeping you humble and growing in grace.

Look For Jesus

Look and listen for sights and sounds of Jesus.  In one of my favorite stories in the Bible, the risen Jesus walks alongside some men who, dejected and disillusioned walked a road processing what had just happened at the crucifixion of the one they thought would be their king. When Jesus, hearing how lost and confused they were spoke to help them, the story says, “…beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, he interpreted to them in all the Scriptures the things concerning himself.” (Luke 24:27). The Bible is meant to lead you to one person- Jesus! Looking for him in long genealogies, or poetry, or details about dimensions of a temple is challenging. One practice that helps (some good pastor taught me this), is when reading about kings, priests and prophets, let them speak to you of Jesus both in comparison and contrast. Jesus is the greater of all the kings, priests and prophets. In much of your reading it will take time, like following a long road home, to begin to see how these stories are leading to Jesus. But as you begin, ask yourself, “What does this tell me about God? How did this lead to a need for Jesus to come? What does this tell me about humanity?” Over time, like the men on the road to Emmaus in Luke, you’ll begin to see the things concerning Jesus. And when you do it’s beautiful! It’s so worth it.

Then he said to them, “These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you, that everything written about me in the Law of Moses and the Prophets and the Psalms must be fulfilled.” Then he opened their minds to understand the Scriptures, and said to them, “Thus it is written, that the Christ should suffer and on the third day rise from the dead, and that repentance for the forgiveness of sins should be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem. You are witnesses of these things. And behold, I am sending the promise of my Father upon you. But stay in the city until you are clothed with power from on high.” (Luke 24:44-49)

Study to Teach a Child

Tell your kids, or grand-kids or neighbor kids and kids at your church’s children’s ministry what you see of Jesus in a story or text. One of the most important things the Bible says we’re supposed to do with his message is tell it to the next generation.  I have been an attender at many Bible studies over the years. They are good. Don’t get me wrong here. But the best kind of Bible study is not the one done among people just like you- all women, all men, all of a certain affinity- (and study books written by Christian authors does not constitute a Bible study). The best kind of Bible study is the one done in an effort to pass the message of the Bible on to someone else. Taking the rich feast of scripture and making it palatable and digestible for a child is a Christlike posture of humility that is sure to produce gospel fruit.

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. (Deuteronomy 6:5-7)

Insert Your Name for the Bad Guy

Every time you read about the “bad guy” or cringe at some evil or bad choice someone makes, put your name there. Your first tendency will be think of your spouse, parent, neighbor, president, child… anyone but yourself. When you catch yourself thinking, “I wish so and so would read this, or believe this…” Or, “That’s just like such and such…” stop! Stop in your tracks right there. Put your name in the place of Sarah telling her husband to take another woman and impregnate her, then turning on the same woman abusively. Put your name in place of drunken Noah and his shady son. Put your name in the place of runaway Jonah, and mocking Peter, and money-hungry Judas. And then remember that Jesus died because in your heart and mine dwells the same sin that brought these to such shameful places. Then thank God. Sing. Praise him for saving a wretch like me and you and Noah.

Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Be wretched and mourn and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning and your joy to gloom. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will exalt you.

Do not speak evil against one another, brothers. The one who speaks against a brother or judges his brother, speaks evil against the law and judges the law. But if you judge the law, you are not a doer of the law but a judge. There is only one lawgiver and judge, he who is able to save and to destroy. But who are you to judge your neighbor? (James 4:7-12)

Insert Your Name for the Righteous

Every time you read the word “saint” or “righteous” or “redeemed”, put your name there and get on your knees. In you and I dwells the fallen tendency to feed the sinful, deadly instinct of our flesh. But thanks be to God, Jesus has put the shame and guilt and condemnation of that nature to death and given us a heart tender to his beauty and love. Let what you read about the saint and the righteous and the redeemed inform your identity as a child of God by expensive grace. The work of Jesus has made you and me saints. We are holy ones because Jesus died for us. We are righteous because Jesus has given us his righteousness. We are redeemed because the blood of Jesus paid the price for your life.

“…so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. And because of him you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, righteousness and sanctification and redemption, so that, as it is written, “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.” (1 Corinthians 1:29-31)

Take up your Bible today, even now. Start at the beginning, or start where your church is currently at in the Bible. Use a Bible reading plan. However and wherever you start, start. Let the lives of those before you who suffered so you could have the Bible in your language be honored. Let the life of Jesus who embodied every truth, won every victory, fought every battle, presides as the righteous judge over every judgement and became for us every bit of our sinfulness, bearing the curse of death in our place, making us children of God- let his life be feasted upon and resurrected in you.

Endurance for 2019

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Twelve years ago I ran the PF Chang Rock n’ Roll half marathon in Phoenix.  I trained for it and felt pretty good till I hit the seventh mile.  Mile seven to mile 13.5 felt like my legs were made of lead and my lungs were full of fire.  I yelled at myself for that last half of the race, “Just run to that pole Sheila!”  And that’s how I finished. I literally ran to the next pole until it was over. And then I swore I’d never do it again.

As a Christian, I see life differently than my friends and family who don’t share my hope in Christ (yet). I see life as a marathon of faith.

Sometimes I look around and see people coasting through life, seeming to be happy, doing just fine.  They don’t look tired. They don’t seem to be struggling.  They seem to be at home here.  At least on the surface.

If any of us, Christian or not, stopped to think about our lives, where we’re going, what our purpose is here, etc., we might not be so comfortable. But once you’ve tasted the goodness of God in Christ, a race begins that leaves no place for settling down and getting comfortable. You aren’t searching anymore for a deeper satisfaction in life, or numbing yourself to those longings with quick fixes or busy-ness.  Once Christ becomes real to you, you start to long for the home and the person you were made for.  You become a sojourner, an exile, a runner, running the race of faith until you cross the finish line- until you’re home.

In a few hours a new mile starts on my long race of faith.  2019 isn’t a new year to try to finally get some satisfaction in life, be a better me, live my best life, etc.  2019 is another mile in my race home. What I need is endurance.

And if you’re feeling tired like me, just look at the next pole.

Just keep running through today.

Keep your eyes on Jesus; keep feeding your soul with his word; keep meeting with his people and opening your life up to them in confession and repentance; keep pouring out your complaints and requests and fears and longings and joys to him in prayer.  Keep hoping in Jesus. He is faithful.  He will not let you quit.  He will not abandon you.  In fact he’ll make you stronger.  He’ll take what’s lame in your cadence and strengthen it.  He is fully committed to getting you home.

One of my favorite writings by Eugene Peterson is Long Obedience in the Same Direction. In it he uses the Songs of Ascent (Psalm 120 – 134) to meditate on discipleship and what a maturing life of faith in Christ focuses on. The ancient Hebrews sung these songs on their trips to Jerusalem.  As a Christian, I’m not making my way to a physical place to worship, but I am making my way through life, ascending, growing, being transformed from one degree of glory to greater glory until I’m home.  And like my forefathers in ancient Israel, it’s my longing for home, that pulls me forward with a song on my lips.

Yesterday at my church we had a pastor who preached about what’s next. Now that Christmas is over, what’s next?  New year’s goals or resolutions might improve our lives, he said, but they won’t transform our lives. He said if we really believe what we just celebrated at Christmas our lives should start to, and continue to, look different. We’re in the process of being transformed.

Eugene Peterson encouraged us to examine ourselves and see if we were tourists or pilgrims.  The pastor last night asked us to consider that if we believe Jesus our lives will be in the process of looking more and more like Jesus.  Hebrews says we don’t need resolutions, we need endurance.

I want there to be a fresh start, a new energy, a renewing of sorts as 2019 begins.  But I know that even if nothing changes in my circumstances, even if I’m still prone to lameness, weakness and wandering, Jesus is committed to getting me home. I don’t have to finish tomorrow.  I just have to keep looking at him, running through today.

And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit. -2 Corinthians 3:18

…looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. -Hebrews 12:2

And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. -Philippians 1:6

 

walk with me

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Prone to wander
lusting comfort
you show up bidding me
to walk with Suffer.

Shrinking back I
do not like to think
about risks, adventure
much less Suffer.

But you kneel down
with tender gaze
take off my flip flops
saying, “These can’t stay.”

“You’ll need a shoe
fit for travel.
Sometimes rough terrain
sometimes there will be battles.”

I don’t think you understand
I slip them back on
I’m a slow-walk-on-the-beach kind
Not Joan of Arc strong.

“You are more lovely
to me than the ninety-nine.
Come away with me
walk, talk, abide.”

We can live here?
I point to the meadow.
It’s quiet and warm
There’s no need for Suffer.

“Get behind me liar!”
I look behind.
Who are you calling?
Why such disdain and fire?

“Your thoughts are not
on where I am going?
Do you want to go with me
even through suffering?”

I want to go with you
I do
I do
Don’t let me keep me from you.

Then take my hand
see how discolored.
Deep purple scars
I know Suffer.

I know how to walk
with her
through fire that proves
you a child.

Your eyes full of light
Your words, there is life
Your ways, upside down
Your love me found

How can I choose my
valley of ease
when you came to Suffer
and bought me free?

I’ll go with you
but I’m afraid.
Will you make me
strong and safe?

Come, come sister
come walk with me
I won’t do magic
but with me you’ll be.

I’ll give you courage
to face Suffer and stand.
I’ll not promise safety
but I’m good and always win.

Come walk with me
come hold my hand
walk with Suffer
to the promised land.

 

to the beat of a different drum

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This morning I dropped my freshman off at his high school to play in the welcome band for today’s freshman day (yeah, school starts in like a week. Yikes!) .  As I as walking back to my car I walked past the drum section.  They were doing their drills to get ready. The visceral sound of the drum competing with my heart for beats woke me from my Monday morning grogginess and got me thinking. I want the rythym of faith in Christ to beat in me like morning drum-section drills.

There’s that saying, “Marching to the beat of a different drum.”  You know, it means you’re not doing what everyone else does.  You think differently.  There’s a way you live that is motivated by a different rhythm than the masses.

Growing up in a Christian home I often thought of Christianity as a to-do list.  There were things you do and there were things you don’t do.  And if you didn’t know what to do, well then, you should ask yourself, “What would Jesus do?”  But as John Piper put it- I don’t have his exact quote, but he said something like, “Most of what we do in a day we do without thinking.”  What’s in us, comes out in the way we live every day.  We don’t stop every second and ask, ‘What would Jesus do?’  That would be weird.  And it’s not what being a Christian is.  Being a Christian isn’t so much trying to do or not do certain things.  Being a Christian is something that has happened to you from the inside.  From your gut.  From your heart.  The drum beat that moved the melody of your life along has changed.  So it’s not so much that you have to ask yourself all the time what to do or not to do.  But rather, a new law, a new way of life is written on your heart.  Every beat is electrified by the life of Christ in you.

More than one crisis of faith brought about this awareness in me.  When a cup gets shaken, what comes out is what’s really in there. When I was shaken, all my put on piety fell apart and the drum drills of my heart were revealed. That process of being shaken and finding out what’s on the inside is the process people call sanctification I think.  The drum beat gets off and the conductor has to stop the music and say, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. That’s off.  Let’s get that beat right.”  It’s sort of a process of cardioversion of the Christian heart.

I wish the drums of Christ’s life in me beat louder.  I wish I had ears to hear them better.  I don’t need to wish.  There are practices that God has provided for me to grow in the grace he’s drumming in me.  One particular comes to mind.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God. – Colossians 3:16

I need the word of Christ.  I need to read my Bible and look for Jesus in it’s pages.  I need to receive it with meekness cause I don’t know so much.  And I need to chew on it because that’s how it’ll get dwelt in me richly.  The drills for the drums of my Christian heart are divinely given in pages of scripture where, if I’ll practice, I’ll learn to hear and be moved to live out of a beat to the drum of Christ in me.  And when I get shaken, grace will spill out and lots of repentance.

 

Being God’s child changes everything – A meditation on 1 Peter 1:13-16

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‘Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. As obedient children, do not be conformed to the passions of your former ignorance, but as he who called you is holy, you also be holy in all your conduct, since it is written, “You shall be holy, for I am holy.”  1 Peter 1:13-16

As you’ve probably heard, if you read the word “therefore” you should probably look at what precedes it so you can see what it’s there for.

Before verse 13 Peter breaks down the weightiness of this salvation we have received as Christians.  I’ve grown tired of the phrases, “born again” and “saved”.  They come with the connotation of a superficial Christiandom that says it’s #blessed and has no sobriety about what it means to be saved or born again.  But Peter gets to the down and dirty of  what it means to be born again and saved in a way our western evangelical selves have gotten all sterilized and plastic.

Maybe I’m cynical. Maybe it’s because I live with an unbeliever, but for me, all the Christianization of things is nauseating. If Jesus isn’t real, if he doesn’t change the way I think and give me a whole new outlook on life and new desires and affections… if he doesn’t really turn my world upside down then he’s a hoax and I’m a liar.  But if I’m really born again I’ll find a whole new kind of life growing in me.  And if I’m really saved, that will mean something that’s very sobering.  I mean, if “saved” just means put the Christian cherry on top of my devil’s food life then fooey!  That’s not saved, that’s sugar-coated.  Peter doesn’t say in verses 3-12 that we’ve been sugar-coated.  Jesus had things to say about people that said they were saved and evangelized others to make them “saved” when they were really rotten dead walking around in white washed tombs making walking dead in nice suites out of their converts.

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you travel across sea and land to make a single proselyte, and when he becomes a proselyte, you make him twice as much a child of hell as yourselves.” Matthew 23:15

Peter, the one who knows what it feels like to betray Jesus, fall under the weight of that shame and guilt and experience restoration with Jesus, talks about being born again as a radical, life changing experience Jesus does in us.  Being born again we love a Savior we have never seen, even while we suffer (vs.6-8). Our affections have been radically changed. It’s like we’ve been born all over again.

And our salvation is just that… a new birth that will grow up (by God’s tremendous grace and mercy) till the day when Christ perfects us at his coming.

Salvation isn’t a ticket out of hell.  It’s death to our old self, daily.  And new life growing in us, daily.

This is what verse thirteen’s “therefore” is there for.  I just see Peter full of expression and passion looking at us with wide eyes after showing us the scandalous wealth we’ve been given in being born anew as God’s own children, saved from the destruction our sin-rotting selves were destined for, and say, “Put your big boy and big girl pants on cause it’s war now! You’ve been utterly changed, and now for the rest of your life here you need a sober perspective.  You need to stop putting your hope in people, status, wealth, achievement, health… even this life and you need to fix your eyes on that promises that you’re gonna see Jesus.  And when you see him, you’re gonna be made like him.  And the war will be over!”

I was born in 1974 to Bob and Verna Deane.  In 1990 I was born again to God.  And now as His child, I don’t go the way of Bob and Verna and all that my firstborn self had set her hopes on.  All those passions I had were due to ignorance.  I had no idea how good God was and so I put all my hope in things and people that are not good. As God’s child I am set apart from all that.  I don’t live from a place of poverty hoping that some broken person or lying status or temporary wealth will make me satisfied and secure.  I live from a place of abundance with confidence in the One who laid down his life for me and took my old passions and all the deadly fruit they bore with him to the cross.

I am holy. Because my Father is holy.  And by his grace he is bearing the fruit of his holiness even in me.  That’s beyond amazing.


Coming Friday! 

A new series

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I’ll be posting a historical-fiction short story this Friday.  This first installment of Fiction Friday comes from a piece I submitted to a writing contest.  It didn’t win, but it got me thinking I should try to write some fictional pieces more often. I really enjoyed it.  Anyway, I’d love it if you joined, and if you’re so inclined to write a short 1500 words or less fictional short story and email it to me at awomanfound@gmail.com I’d love post your piece on one of my Fiction Friday posts.