Thursday, June 21, 2018

The Truth, and Nothing but the Truth

I'll be honest.   I have deliberated over this post more than any other post I've ever written.   You see, I read something recently and it shook me...to the core.   In fact, I had to read it several times, not because I didn't understand it.   Believe me...I understood it!   But I had to read it several times because the truth in it was too difficult to digest in one setting.   It was a truth that required that I take a long, hard look at my life and find myself on knees, repenting before God.

Even as read the above mentioned passage, I could feel God compelling me to write about it.   Again, the inward struggle was real.   I feared that others may read what I would write and think I was calling someone out.   And though it is true that as I read the afore mentioned passage, several faces popped into my mind, if I am completely honest, the most prominent face was my own.   So if you are reading this blog, and you think, even for a moment, "Oh, she is pointing her finger at me", or maybe, "uh-ha, she's trying to call me out"...let me just put your mind at ease.   The only one I am exposing here is myself...my own judgmental, self-seeking self.   But before you start pointing your finger at me and start thinking, "I told ya so"...maybe, just maybe you should ask God, am I guilty of the same offense?   Because, I believe that if we are honest, it is something we all struggle with.

For the past several weeks, I have been doing a Bible study/devotional based on the book Adamant, by Lisa Bevere.   It is a book that has challenged me on many days to look harder at my walk with Christ and to strive to change things that need to be fixed in my life.   But it was this short passage that stood out to me, almost as if someone had taken a bright yellow highlighter and marked it to grab my attention:


"At its core, truth is not a what, but a who, because Jesus said He is the truth.   Jesus also said that God's Word is truth.   The world loves to think of truth as fluctuating and relative, but the truth that is grounded in the person of Jesus and the Word of God never changes.   In a world full of opinions, God's truth leads us to convictions we can build our lives on.
We must be careful to discern the difference between opinions and convictions.   Our world doesn't need the messiness that comes with numerous opinions.   It needs the stability that comes with truth.   Let's not contribute to the noise that distracts and keeps us from looking to Scripture and the Spirit of truth.
Opinions are easy to make and quick to change, but hard to clean up if we've been careless in spreading ours around.   They can become like litter that defiles both others' lives and our own.   We must carefully guard our words to ensure we are part of the solution to the problems we're are anointed to change.
I challenge you to edit your life and edit the words you choose to speak.   Be careful about what you read, listen to, say or post.   Do not air your family issues, or the church's issues, for all the world to see.   Yet, at the same time, don't remain silent about them:  Speak to family about family issues.  If someone isn't involved in the problem or solution, don't unnecessarily involve them.   This only makes the problem bigger rather than solving it."

Everyone has an opinion.   Be honest.   Everyone has an opinion...but is it necessary...and even more importantly, is it beneficial for you to share that opinion?   And while you are answering that question, let me ask this one...who is benefitting from you sharing your opinion?   Honestly, at least 98% of the time, when I share my opinion, I am the one who benefits.   So how then, do I distinguish between 'opinion' and 'conviction'...because until now, I would have defined conviction as a very strong opinion...but it is not that at all.   A true conviction can only come from the truth.   The whole truth.   And nothing but the truth.    It doesn't come from your emotions.   It doesn't come from your upbringing.   God refers to Himself and His Word as truth.   And I would challenge you make Him the measuring guide by which you measure truth.   Did this come from Him?  If not, can it really be truth?

Our society is thirsty for the exposed truth.   Everyone wants to know the real truth.   The behind the scenes story...the "rest" of the story.  Look at the popularity of reality tv and expose' journalism.    We all want to know the truth...but the Truth is not hidden behind closed doors.    No, the Truth was hung on a cross before the entire world!  

My opinion, as much as I believe it, its not 100% truth.   It is tainted and warped by my experiences, my emotions and my beliefs.    It is my opinion, and until now, I thought it was important that I share my opinion about certain things with everyone.   I shared my opinions in this blog, on Facebook, Instagram and in personal daily conversations.   But what I am now realizing is that my opinion is noise.   Noise...a clanging cymbal, a resounding gong...just noise.   Noise, that contributes to the noise pollution of a world that is desperately thirsty for truth.   Truth that I have, yet I choose to give them noise instead.    Noise that distracts those who are listening and makes it nearly impossible for them to hear the Truth.

1 Corinthians 13 says this :
"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love (truth), I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal."
I was a drum major in my high school band for 3 years.   Those who were in the band under my leadership will most likely remember that one thing I hated was noise.    You know that drummer who just keeps drumming or the trumpet player who just keeps playing long after the conductor has given the signal for the cut off.   I always saw it as disrespectful and useless...yet, if I am honest...if I am truly honest, I am guilty of this offense.   I have contributed on many occasions to the noise.   Even when I know the conductor (God himself) has given me the cue for the cutoff.   Many times He has even gone so far as to call me out on it...and I still played on.   Why?   Not because my song was so important that others needed to hear...no, it was because it felt good to get it out.    It felt good.   But it wasn't good.   It was noisy.   Very noisy.

That's what our opinions are...just noise.  If you want to make beautiful music, you're going to have to pay close attention to the Conductor...and He will always point you to the Truth, His Word, The Score.   If it doesn't come from there, well then it simply doesn't measure up and it is noise.   It is distracting.  We are all entitled to our opinions...but that doesn't necessarily mean that everyone else is entitled to your opinion.   Ask yourself before you share it, does this line up with God's Word?   If not, then as righteous as you may feel, it is your opinion and it is noise.    Keep it to yourself.   If it is truth, real truth, then let God reveal it in the symphony He is directing.   It really isn't your job.   As for me, I'm going to do my best to stick to the Truth, the whole Truth and nothing but the Truth.


Thursday, March 8, 2018

FOUR

Four years.   You've been in heaven for four years now.   To us, it seems like you have been gone forever...but then I remember how "Godtime" works and realize that you're probably still checking in.   I wish you could tell us how grand that place really is.   My heart longs for it...even more now that you are there.

God has been so faithful to me.   I know, you promised me He would be, but He has really blown my mind with His faithfulness.   The kids are doing well...you would be proud of them.   Each one, finding their place in the world in their own way.  The church is doing well.   Moving into a new season wasn't easy, but they've done it and we are expecting great things on the horizon.

This week, I've been remembering tiny details that I had somehow pushed to the back of my memory.  Like the way you would play with your ear when you were nervous or in deep thought.    The way you'd quickly tilt your head to the right, then left when you were trying not to go off on someone.   The way that vein on the side of your forhead would pop when I had pushed all your buttons and you were trying to not go off on me!  The way you'd chew your bottom lip, bite your nails and stand to preach with half your foot dangling over the edge of the stage.   The way you sat in your big chair and studied God's word.  These memories bring a smile to my face and I can just see you doing what you loved all over again.

I miss you more than I can explain.   But I wouldn't bring you back...I know you are where you wanted to be.  So many times, I just wish I could pick your brain.   Although you never flaunted your knowledge, you were so wise when it came to scripture.    You could make the most complex scriptures seem so simple to understand.   Things that I would just read and skim over, you could preach life changing sermons from.   I wish I had spent more time letting you teach me how you did that.   I miss your laugh, the way you rocked out to music from bands I'd never heard of and the way you sang loudly and way off tune...and you didn't care because you were singing to God!

My life is not the same.   You would be happy to know that Mike and I married after Anne joined you in heaven.   He is such a blessing to me.   I prayed (during the time when I was alone) that if I ever remarried, that the man I'd marry would not be intimidated by your memory.    I couldn't imagine a life where I wouldn't be able to celebrate your memory.   I'd rather have remained single.  But God heard my prayer and since Mike loved you, too, we are able to celebrate both you and Anne.   We talk about you often and there are subtle memories all over our home that remind us of you.

And I think that this is where God has shown Himself most faithful.   He has allowed us to love each other deeply and without reserve.   We are passionate about each other and we try to live everyday to the fullest.    We love each other fiercely.  God is still using us...just not the same way.    We are in a new season and He is revealing ways that He wants to use us if only we are willing.   And we are.   I am blessed beyond anything I could've ever dreamed.   I know your only fear of death was that you were leaving us behind, but I can promise you, God has been faithful and He has provided for us at every turn.

I don't know how much longer we will be here...or when He will call us home.   But now more than ever, I trust that God has a plan and He will bring that plan about in my life.   I don't know when I'll see you again...I do know it will seem like a blink to you but for me, not so much.   I know that you probably won't be able to read this, yet writing it makes me feel better.   But someday, the day will come, when I'll see you in Heaven.   What a reunion that will be.

Today, I will not mourn your loss.   I will celebrate your memory.   I will enjoy the things you enjoyed (except golf...it's too cold and I can't hit the stupid ball anyway!).   I will watch Monk and Bones.  I will eat Mexican.  I will look at your pictures.   I will remember your legacy.   I will


celebrate you...because, I know you, and I know that is exactly what you would want me to do.   So happy anniversary of getting to heaven day!   Happy great reward day!   You deserved it!  You are still loved here on Earth!  But I celebrate you today!   I love you, still!