Blame and Responsibility

“I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was going to blame you!”

So says a favored refrigerator magnet in my home. I love it because it states humorously the way most of us relate to problems that arise. We are quick to point elsewhere when things goes awry.

For most of us, the shame of admitting we have hurt others is so great we wish to avoid it at all costs. But what a surprise to find that the one assuming responsibility for pain is in the best place to do something about it!

If we deny any connection to the pain, we cannot fully heal it. Here is an example. If a woman was wounded or betrayed by her father, an uncle or a brother, she may believe that all men are self-serving toads. Another woman can give comfort and understanding, especially if men have wounded her as well. But the woman needs a different experience with a man if she is to believe that men are not all bad.

Naturally, when counseling such a woman I may wish to distance myself from men, making it clear that I am “not like other men.” Ironically, though, identifying myself as a man capable of the same wrongdoing puts me in a position to do something. I can acknowledge the offense and repent for the harm we men have done women. As a man, I can ask forgiveness and offer some amends for wrongs done.

No responsibility means no power.

MEMORIAL DAY 2010

Since 1865, Memorial Day has been a time for honoring those who gave their lives to secure freedoms for citizens of the United States of America. Take a moment today and remember those who died serving our country.

We who are citizens of heaven have a long and glorious history of brothers and sisters who gave all for the freedom we have in Christ. Beginning with Stephen, the first Christian martyr, countless saints have died serving our King. We honor them as well.

Memorial Day was first called Decoration Day, because those wishing to honor them decorated the graves of Civil War soldiers. Imagine the joy of being decorated by God for your service to Him! The apostle Paul has this to say about suffering and loss:

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”
                                                                                                -Romans 8:18

Though most of us will not likely give our physical lives for country or faith, every day brings opportunities to die to self by sacrificing pride and comfort to follow Jesus. Don’t hang back, go full-bore! As He gave all for you, give all for Him!

How Do I Love Thee?

Yesterday I woke up wishing for some reassurance from God. I asked Him these questions and imagined the response.

“How do you accept me?” I asked, and heard Him say, “Fully and completely, just as you are.”

Then I asked, “How do you see me?” and sensed His response – “I see you beautiful and strong.”

After which I asked, “How have you forgiven me?” and heard His assurance, “I have forgiven all, and release it when you turn and ask.”

“So,” I asked, “how do you love me?”

“Let me count the ways…”

It struck me how great it would be to ask for affirmation every morning, to hear and let these wonderful responses penetrate my heart. And then to speak them to my mate and others, first within my soul and then in actions and words.

“How do I accept you? … Fully and completely, just as you are.”

“How do I see you? … I see you beautiful and strong.”

“And how do I forgive? … I forgive all, releasing it whenever you turn and ask.”

“So, how do I love thee? … Let me count the ways…”

MY COMPUTER IS SMARTER THAN ME

Since word processors entered the scene several years ago, I have been grateful that they have a more extensive vocabulary and better spelling than I. Now my computer also helps me with word choice, grammar, capitalization and punctuation. I especially enjoy blogging on Wordserve, where I am always prompted with tips to make each entry better.

A couple of days ago, my computer (with the help of gmail) made my day! I had just composed a rather lengthy email and hit send. My computer immediately spoke up (in written form):

“Did you mean to attach files?

“You wrote “Attached are” in your message, but there are no files attached.

“Send anyway?”

With delight, I responded right back to my marvelous machine, “Thank you, Mr. Googley-face! I love you! You are awesome!” I rectified my error and pressed send with satisfaction.

Beyond gratitude for its being smarter than I, I am happy to say my computer is also more gracious. I might personally have added, “What’s wrong with you?” or “Why don’t you pay attention to what you are doing?” to an otherwise helpful message.

I love that by thwarting my action, the computer furthered my ultimate intention. I am glad it really wants to help me out!

Of course, God often does the same thing. He thwarts my purpose, but He is responding to my deeper expressed desire to stay attached to Him. Like my computer, He is paying attention. If I listen, the Holy Spirit counsels me to refrain from certain actions and urges me to take others. He is gracious and clear, never harsh or condemning.

What a journey it is, to know one’s own heart and to learn the heart of God! Each step in one direction moves me further in the other. I love you, Three in One!

The Kiss Is It

There is almost nothing I enjoy more than kissing. My wife, Teri, has great lips and when I taste her and enjoy her touch, my heart soars. She is in Colorado now, so I could use one of those wet, warm kisses.

I woke this morning thinking about what I want from God when I see Him. Naturally, the idea of verbal affirmation is compelling. “Well done, good and faithful servant” would sound so sweet. The banquet and a mansion are also delightful to anticipate. And of course, a crown with a cosmic domain to rule would be amazing, I am sure. But God, give me a kiss. That’s the reward I want.To be kissed by God would be the best. And I’m not talking about a kiss on the cheek. I want to be kissed on the lips – a long, lingering kiss. I want to taste Him and for Him to taste me. And if I am wrong to desire it, God forgive me. But make me that prodigal whose Father runs to meet him, who enjoys the welcome embrace of his Father and His warm and loving kiss.

Oh, and by the way, my banker, Polly Vohsen, reversed the $34 overdraft charge! (See my prior post) It seemed like a reminder – whatever it costs in this life to seek after God will be fully repaid. Thank you, Polly!

The Thirty-Four Dollar Kiss

A good friend recently offered to put laminate flooring in our master bedroom at his cost. He had the work done while we were on vacation, so it was a wonderful surprise to come home to a whole new look to our sleeping space.

I had written a check and knew it would be deposited on Wednesday of this week. I was aware I needed to put more money in the account. Though we have overdraft protection on our personal account, I hate to activate it, so I made it to the bank in time to transfer money from my business account. Sadly, i discovered the next day that I had an outstanding payment that put that account in the red. Ironically, my attempt at diligence in my finances cost me an overdraft charge of $34.

This morning I woke about 3AM, feeling the shame of my mistake. I bemoaned that I couldn’t seem to win for losing. In my grief, I asked God to draw near to reassure me of His love. To my surprise, I felt He responded with a compassionate, “Poor baby!” and a kiss on the cheek. Then I remembered brother Paul’s assertion to the Romans, “Where sin increased, grace increased all the more.” (Romans 5:20)

Would I have felt his grace as poignantly if I had not messed up? Probably not in that moment. Was it worth the $34 my mistake cost my finances? Absolutely! Do I wish to overdraft my account again to get another kiss? God forbid! He assures me that His kiss is not predicated on my worthiness, nor do I need to blow it to ask for His affection. I just thank Him for His grace!

BREATH OF GOD

Early this morning I went out to the rumpus room to listen to the scripture on tape. As I lay down on the comfy couch, I thought again how I need God to draw near. In the darkness, a saw a dark outline just in front of my face. While I realized quickly that it was the back of the office chair I use for my laptop, it felt to me as if God had turned his face toward mine. “Breathe on me!” I thought. I need your breath.

Then I wondered, “What would his breath smell like? Would it be like the forest? Would it be like the smell of newly mown field? Maybe it would be full of fragrant spice or sweet like a garden in bloom.”

I imagined his breath visible, giving life to all things. I marveled aloud, “When you breathe, I bet everything comes to life.” It was then I sensed His wry smile, followed by a reply: “That, or everything dies!”

Life and death are in His breath. How will you experience Him? Will you warm or wither? Will God’s breath bless or burn?

While one puff could blast to bits every molecule that makes me, today he exercises restraint.

Thank God that he loves us!

Breathe on us in tenderness, Lord. Even so, burn away all that resists you. We love you, Lord, because you loved first.

BLESSING Before BREAKING

Our friends, David and Cathy Peake, have two very strong-willed children. This week they shared with me how difficult it is not to laugh when the kids are being oppositional and defiant. As I think about it, perhaps that is sometimes the best response. It is rather funny to see a toddler puff up and defy one that could so easily squash him. Even God laughs at the nations in their self-importance and scheming. We do well not taking ourselves or others too seriously.

Parents need not be threatened by a youngster’s display of strength. It is crucial that self-will be affirmed and blessed. The ability to assert strong desire and give full vent to emotion in relationships is a powerful and needed skill. What a blessing it is for parents to be strong and sturdy enough to stay calm and present for the fit or tantrum without yielding to the child’s demands! God, our loving parent, gives us the right to have feelings and desires. He welcomes them without judgment. At the same time, they will not manipulate him. As we fall on Him in our passion, we are broken. But if He fell on us we would be crushed.

I grieve that I did not find my voice as a child. How many small children are crushed when they voice displeasure or assert their will and want? God help us refrain from rushing in to tell others they are wrong to feel as they do or bad to wish for what they desire. Judgment kills and condemnation crushes the soul. But God’s acceptance and loving restraint brings brokenness. Grief that is honored and engaged leads eventually to acceptance. If, like Job, we empty our bowl of grief with God, we find He is still for us, He is still with us. Even when He does not answer our demands, He blesses our souls.

At this time of Passover, remember Jesus – taking the bread, then blessing, breaking and giving it. The bread is His body, as we are His body. He has taken us, blessed us, broken and given us.

Blessing before breaking…

Arrows, wounds, forgiveness and healing

I just read a blog on Forgiveness by Kelly Johnson, a fellow band member from high school. Now a missionary in Kenya, Kelly grew up in a home ravaged by alcoholism and abuse. Kelly went down a destructive path in response to the trauma, but God met him at his lowest point. Kelly chose life, and when he embraced forgiveness, he found freedom.

Although Kelly’s father left the planet without voicing repentance, Kelly is free of regret. He has seen God’s redemptive power – using pain to fuel passion.

As we review our life’s story and surrender it to God, he transforms our view. As we grow, we learn the wisdom Kelly found and can say along with Joseph speaking to his abusive brothers, “You meant it for evil, but God meant it for good.”

Ironically, wounds we receive from the ones we love most keep us from finding identity and worth in human relationships. They cause us to look beyond what the earth has to offer. The inadequacy of Kelly’s biological dad drove him to find his real Daddy.

To those who hurt us most, we can truly say:

“Your arrow wounded me, but God used the wound to heal me.”

SURRENDER, NUMBER TWO

Lifting hands in surrender brings extra blood to the core. The heart rate abates and breathing slows and deepens. As noted in the previous post, the parasympathetic response also aids digestion. When we begin the day with surrender we find it easier to cast our cares on God and release the burdens we carry.

In a practical way, we experience tangible release if we raise our arms when we sit to do business in the “necessary room.” When nature calls, plant your feet wide and firm, spread your cheeks and lift your hands high in praise and surrender. This, along with a good cup of coffee, stimulates the intestines and facilitates elimination. Try it!

I love my moments in the bathroom. When doing my business, I know I am just where God wants me. It reminds me that what I release is sometimes as important as what I take in.

Begin each day with surrender. First, fall to your knees, face to the floor. Then, choose gratitude and worship. As you practice surrender and release, it becomes easier and more rewarding.

God’s way always promotes life and peace. Want to live life to the full? Follow after God. He will bring “health to your body and nourishment to your bones.” (Proverbs 3:8)