23rd

The Lord is your shepherd. Because of that simple fact, you don’t ever have to be in want – you never need to lack for anything. He takes you to green pastures and makes you lie down in them to find your rest. He leads you beside still waters so that you may drink deeply and be refreshed. Along with renewing your body, he restores your soul, which is of even greater importance to him. He leads you in the direction of righteousness, showing you step by step where to place your feet, so that you may have sure footing and bring glory to his name.


Even though you walk through dark, terrifying places, you have no reason to fear that any evil will befall you; for he walks with you and he will never leave you alone. His rod and his staff are designed to prod you in the direction you need to walk and to pull you back from the cliff when you stray too close to the edge. But in addition to that, they are perfectly formed to fend off attacks from predators and enemies, those who would steal your peace and your joy.


In fact, he sits you down to an amazing meal that he has prepared for you, right in front of your enemies, as if to rub in their faces how powerless they are to harm you. Then, after feeding you, he anoints you with oil, his own spirit, to take you even further into the depths of his freedom, grace and glory. In his presence, your wine cup is filled beyond capacity, overflowing and spilling onto the floor. You cannot contain all that he has for you.


Throughout all the days of your life, his goodness and his mercy will pursue you, hunting you to the ends of the earth and running rampant over you. They will await you at every turn. Even if you tried to avoid them, there is nowhere that you will not encounter them. His goodness and his mercy will be as close as brothers to you, right up until your final breaths. And then, when that last wind has passed your lips, there is only joy remaining. At that point, you will live forever in the palace of the king, reveling endlessly in his magnificent presence.

I know that my 'Reminder' lives...

In my last blog, I listed out some of the titles that Jesus goes by; things such as Redeemer, Savior, Shelter, Provider, Protector, Advocate, Warrior, Healer. I was having a great moment of clarity about how deserving he is of my trust. I determined to hunker down and wait for my God to do mighty Goddish things. That was over a month ago, and I've been as patient as a kid who already knows what he's getting for Christmas and can't wait to open it (read "Lord-I'm-trying-really-really-super-extremely-hard-to-be-patient-but-could-you-maybe-if-it's-not-to-much-trouble-please-sorta-hurry-it-up?").

Tonight I took a brief step over the line into the territory of "Okay, God. I've waited patiently for a month. Now it's time for you to grant me the desires of my heart according to Psalm 37."

It's good that he loves me. So very, very good. It's also gracious that his patience is vastly superior to mine. He chuckled and sighed and ever so gently instructed me to read Psalm 13. After David finishes bemoaning his situation to the Lord of his hosts, he remembers himself and concludes with, "But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me."

And with that the Creator of my soul reminds me that a month is not too short a time for him to remain God.

My friend Micah

"Do not gloat over me, my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will rise.
Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light.
Because I have sinned against him, I will bear the Lord's wrath,
until he pleads my case and establishes my right.
He will bring me out into the light; I will see his righteousness.
Then my enemy will see it and will be covered in shame,
she who said to me, "Where is the Lord your God?"
My eyes will see her downfall; even now she will be trampled underfoot like mire in the streets."


So these things usually tend to be somewhat instructive, or (hopefully) encouraging. This one gets a little personal, but I'm okay with that, because... well... it's my blog, and I can do what I want with it.

I've been on night shifts now for about 3 months - reeeeeally can't stand it. Of just about any frustrating circumstance or situation I've had in my life, this is quite possibly my least favorite. I live in such an extended state of exhaustion that I sometimes feel like I don't even know myself anymore. The rub of it is, this may be an act of God to help me understand some things better (whether or not it was his doing, the situation certainly arose out of my disobedience to his precepts). Or it may simply be the situation I find myself in.
Regardless, whether it was by his plan or simply my own stupidity, the way out doesn't lie in my own scheming and manipulations. I will put my trust in the Lord my God, because he carries titles (born from his actions) like Redeemer, Savior, Shelter, Provider, Protector, Advocate, Warrior, Healer. And he is infinitely more capable of seeing after both my needs and desires than I am.

Occupy

During my junior high years, I had a white tape case which held 12 cassettes. It's content was a little unorthodox; all 12 spots were filled with tapes by either Petra or Weird Al Yankovic. I'm not going to try to explain my Weird Al fixation here, but I do want to talk about Petra a bit. While their heyday is certainly a thing of the past and I rarely listen to those old albums anymore, there is no band ever that has had a greater impact on my life.

Petra had a few recurring themes weaving through their music over the years. One of the most prominent of these was spiritual warfare. It seemed that every album had at least one album talking about the devil and our ongoing struggle against him, culminating in This Means War, a glorious arena rock song dedicated to the notion that, although the struggle continues, "the Victor is sure and the victory secure." The war is won. Jesus Christ has achieved his success. But the next line went on to say, "But 'til judgment we all must endure. This means war."

In my younger days, my Christian walk was marked by the knowledge that I was at war. I had an enemy, I knew his name, and I was aware of his tactics. In recent months, I have become numb to this. I have rested in the assurance that the war is won, and ignored the fact that the battles still wages. In The Usual Suspects (one of the most well-written movies of all time), Roger "Verbal" Kint muses that "the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." I let him do that. I stood and took punches like the invisible man was in the room.

Tonight at dinner a friend of mine kicked me in the tuchas and reminded me that I needed to fight. So here I go. I've started before and stopped, but it's time to start again. The only time I get knocked down that really matters is the time I don't get back up. So Satan, go on and bring it. Just be warned that I'm not fighting alone.

"We'll use mine."

My Grandpa Wilbur was a Christian preacher, both in a church and on a radio station, in Salt Lake City, Utah. A protestant minister living in the Mormon capital of the world. Because of who he was in that place, it was extremely common for his front porch to be visited by Mormon missionaries; young world-changers out to "bag the elephant". They would show up, pictures and books in hand, asking my grandfather if they could come inside and talk with him for a few minutes. His answer was always the same: "Sure, come on in. Just leave your books on the porch. We'll use mine."

But while Grandpa Wilbur had people seeking him out to discuss spiritual matters, others had to take a more active approach. Take my dad's brother Bob, for example. As a teenager, Uncle Bob used to set up folding chairs in the front lawn and invite all the neighborhood kids over. After asking them to have a seat, he would pace back and forth in front of them, brandishing a baseball bat over his shoulder. Beating the bat against his hand to punctuate his arguments, he would extol the virtues of Christian conversion. His subtle message was not lost on them: "Get saved, or else."

Though Uncle Bob's methods were probably less orthodox than Grandpa Wilbur's, he had the right idea. Except in rare cases like Jesus and Grandpa Wilbur, people aren't going to seek you out to ask you to help them grow in their spiritual walks. We've got to go get them.

Right before he returned to Heaven, Jesus said things like "Go into all the world..." and "...you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth." And that's exactly what the apostles did. The book of Acts chronicles their goings. They went and went and went.

Do we have to go far? No. Some people will go to other countries, some will leave the state, but going can be as simple as picking up the phone or sending an email. Just reach out to someone. Call someone up and ask them how you can pray for them. Invite someone over for dinner and tell them what God's been doing in your life. When you've met someone new, ask them who they think Jesus is. Just go.