Category Archives: Walk with Jesus

Color It In

I learn so much about the Father’s love for me from my kids!

The other day, my husband drew a picture for my daughter to color in.  She eagerly skipped off to her crayons and filled it with pretty colors.  When her masterpiece was complete, she ran to him yelling, “Daddy, Daddy!  Look what I made!” He gushed praises over her wonderful picture, noting each detail of beautiful color.  He gave her full credit for the picture, never taking personal credit for being the original artist – his joy was in sharing her happiness.

Why am I not more like that with my Heavenly Father?  He gives me opportunities to do wonderful things for Him and for some reason, my usual response is pretty dorky.  “Thank you, Oh Father, for giving me the honor of serving You…” which isn’t a bad response but it isn’t one that a normal kid would say to their loving Dad.  My daughter didn’t timidly bow before my husband to present him with her picture – she ran to him, proudly shoving the paper in his face in expectation of his highest compliments.  I know that God loves me more than my husband loves our daughter, so I need to start acting like it!

In Matthew 18:1-5, Jesus instructs us to become like little children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.  When kids are in a home that is filled with love, they are confident of their parent’s feelings for them.  They don’t know any better than to expect full affection and praise from their mom and dad.  They aren’t ashamed to parade their accomplishments in front of their parents because they know that no matter what, their parents will love their attempts.  Their scribbles are always brilliant.  The Kingdom of Heaven is our true home, and we are so greatly loved that Jesus gave His life for us to live there.

I know that God is responsible for everything good that happens in my life.  I know that He sets up opportunities for me to glorify Him and the Holy Spirit is the One Who fills me with the ability to accomplish them.  He did all the work, but He’s my loving Dad Who wants to celebrate with me, gushing love over me, noting each detail of my attempts at coloring in His picture.

Let’s get our crayons out because our Father has something great for us to color in today!

Hunt of the Woodpecker

Out in my woods God showed me many things.  Things within me and things around me.  One time He wanted to teach me about listening.  As I walked the trail, I heard the distant sound of a woodpecker pounding away on a tree.  He told me to look down and follow.  So I did, no matter where it lead me, and no matter what I had to walk through to do it.

I only looked at the ground straight in front of me, just enough for the next step.  The tapping got louder as I followed.  I tried to keep silent so as not to disturb anything.  Finally my search was over as my quest brought me to the foot of a tree; the hammering continued directly above me.  I looked up and there he was digging for his next meal.

There is an almost endless amount of wisdom in that experience, and even now 20+ years later, I learn new things from it.  Back then, He showed me I can follow best with my ears.  If I would have tried to follow with my eyes, I would have tripped and scared the bird.  Only by using my ears was I allowed to make it to him.

Today, I think about my walk with Jesus.  If I would have used my eyes during different times of my life, I would have tripped and been like the seed sown among thorns, Mark 4:18-19.  The circumstances that surrounded me would have choked me, making me unfruitful.  But only by listening to His voice am I able to pass through as He did amidst an angry crowd in Luke 4:30.

So go ahead, go outside.  Listen for the knocking and follow.  Join the hunt of that Divine Woodpecker.  Let His voice guide you one step at a time, Proverbs 16:9.  It was Jesus’ obedience to the will of the Father that brought Him to the knocking on the cross, Luke 22:42.  He fulfilled that path opening the door of salvation for us all, so that in the end, we would receive it, 1 Peter 1:9.

-Brian

Where’s the Sunshine?

“Where’s the sunshine?” a person asked me as they were walking outside.  “Just behind the clouds,” I replied.

This is another instance of my mouth acting faster than my brain… but once my “thinker” caught up, I thought about how often we ask that question about Jesus.  Some days feel like Jesus just isn’t around.  We get caught in the clouds of whatever is going on and we wonder, “Where’s the Son-shine?”

One of my friends told me that she used to pray that God would make the sun shine in her day until He told her that the sun is always shining… instead she should pray for the clouds to go away.

This totally changed the way I pray.  I no longer ask Him to be with me because He has never left me (Deut. 31:6, Josh. 1:5, Heb.13:5)).  Instead, I thank Him for always being with me and ask Him to open my eyes to His Presence and His blessings for me throughout the day.  I don’t have to ask for something He’s already given me – His will is for constant fellowship with me and He has nothing but good things to give me.  I simply need to recognize Him, receive His gifts, and glorify Him with thanksgiving!

Cloudy days aren’t the same to me anymore, now that I’ve realized where the Son is.  He’s just behind the clouds.  Ask Him to make them go away.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. –Romans 8:38-39

-Betsy

I am a Copy-Cat

Who do I look like?

I am a copy-cat.  Ever since I was a little girl, I have been copying someone… always someone that I admire and want to be like.  My big sister was one of the first that I wanted to be like – I constantly borrowed her clothes, used her stuff, imitated her hairstyles, played the same sports, chose the same glasses frames, attempted the same hairstyles, listened to the same music, etc.  There were at least two problems: We don’t look alike (she is short with dark hair and green eyes, I am tall with blonde hair and blue eyes) and I annoyed her horribly.  They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery but she didn’t seem to catch the compliment.

My copy-cat tendencies didn’t stop there.  I had a best friend in middle school who influenced me to love the boy-band “New Kids on the Block” (John was my favorite), wear “Great Lash” mascara (still wearing it 25 years later!), flirt with boys (embarrassing attempts), and basically be a typical teenage girl.  I tried to copy the 90’s rock star “Roxette,” by cutting my hair (yikes!), attempted to rap like Bobby Brown (what?!), dance like Janet Jackson (I wish!), dress like Grace Kelly (tragedy!)… phew!  So many people to copy, so little success!

Obviously, I desire to look like someone besides myself.  True, I could delve into the deep psychological reasons of why I’m not content to “be myself,” and attempt to find peace and self-discovery, yadda, yadda, yadda.  This would be a huge, exhausting battle to me that doesn’t need to be fought.  Being a copy-cat is a good thing if I know Who to copy!

From my beginning, I was created to look like God.  Genesis 1:27 says, “So God created mankind in His own Image, in the Image of God He created them; male and female He created them.”  That’s me!  That’s you!  The Father used Himself as the model for making us, sent Jesus to be the perfect example for us, and gave the Holy Spirit to empower us to be like Him.

Romans 8:29 says, “For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.”

From the beginning of time, God planned to make me like my big Brother, Jesus.  I get to copy Jesus and He likes it.  He shows me the way I should look, act, and be.  When I mess up, He makes it better.  He is proud of my attempts and is never embarrassed to have me follow Him around.  He promised to never leave me or forsake me (Deuteronomy 31:6).  I don’t have weird self-esteem problems when I’m copying Him.  I was made to copy Him.  I want to look like Jesus.

-Betsy

Smeared Eyeliner

My eyeliner smeared this morning… three times.  It was so bad the first time that my attempts to correct it with a Q-tip only made it worse so I washed my face and reapplied only to have it smear again.  I would have washed and started again but it was time to open at work AND I only had a little powder make-up left and needed to stretch that for another couple of days… ugh.  This kind of stuff makes me irritable and self-conscious and grouchy.  Not my favorite way to start the day.

This was when the Holy Spirit quoted a Scripture to me, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.  Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” (James 1:2-4)

Wow.  Does He mean trials of any kind?  Even smeared make-up?  I know that Jesus cares about me and promised to never leave me or forsake me, but doesn’t this verse mainly apply to persecution and major life challenges?  Certainly not something so petty and insignificant as eyeliner.

The answer is “yes.”  It’s not so much what the trial is, but what it does to us. It seems easier to be faithful when the trial is big and obvious because we know we need a Savior.  But when the trial is little and annoying, we assume that it is too small to give to Jesus and we try to deal with it on our own.  This is when we get irritated, self-conscious and grouchy.  We take our eyes off Jesus and even little things can rock us.

We are called to be faithful in the little things so we can be trusted with the big things (Luke 16:10).  It produces perseverance which makes us mature and complete – “not lacking in anything.”  Wow.  That’s really cool.  I want to be complete and lack-less (is that a word?)!

This act of faithfulness is giving everything (including our eyeliner smears) to Jesus and trusting in Him to make it right.  And since Jesus always wins, I always win… and winners are never irritable, self-conscious or grouchy.  Winners are solid, confident and joyful – complete.

Thank You, Jesus, for the smeared eyeliner because it brought me closer to You.

-Betsy

For Those Who Have Gone Before and For Those Who Remain

Such a chorus it must be of saints and angels welcoming them home.
Such a sight to see when they receive their white robes and the crown of life to don.

When the Son of God no longer takes the form of a Lamb but girds Himself for war,
taking up their cause the world trembles and quakes for on it His wrath He will pour.

Look to the sky for the time is coming nigh when you will either enter His throne room
or call for mountains to fall and hide you from your doom.

Weeding

I like to meditate while doing chores.  Weeding has been one chore throughout my life that has given me metaphor after metaphor to understand the reality around me.  My Lord Jesus used sowing seed as an illustration in a parable about people’s reception to the Word, Mark 4:1-9.  Rocks and weeds took on special rolls in it- the rocks made the soil too shallow for the seed’s roots to get any depth, and the weeds would choke the seed making it unfruitful.  Now if you had both rocks and weeds where the seed was sown, that’s a double whammy.

At a college I worked at, they covered all the in-between places with rock.  Weeds would grow there as soon as Winter had passed and the snow had melted.  During times when I just needed to think, I would go out to the patch of rock and weeds just outside my door and get my hands dirty.

A couple things about weeding in rocks- 1.  Don’t expect to be a hand model afterwards.  The rocks made my knuckles raw and often they would bleed; forget about my nails.  2.  The lack of soil made pulling the weeds extra difficult.  I normally like to dig down to the roots to really get them up, but with the rocks I would just grab as close as I could to the base and pull.  On dry days they would often break at the rock level.

What are weeds?  Google defines a weed as, “A wild plant growing where it is not wanted and in competition with cultivated plants.”  Within the rocks, the college had planted beautiful flowers and shrubs, but when the weeds grew it was sometimes difficult for me to know the difference.  When I’d pull on the keepers, since they were planted before the rocks, their roots held fast.  In a way, the rocks became an armor and the role Jesus spelled out for them was turned on the weeds

Working with people can sometimes be very much like pulling those weeds.  The hardness of life can make those plants closely guarded and it is often a battle to help them see that life with Him is much more than mere survival.

Adventures in Prayer Part 10

My family and I now live on an intersection.  People walk, ride bikes, and drive through it everyday.  It has provided for me the canvas and background for my prayers:  anyone who passes through experiences an intersection of their life with the presence of God.  Wherever they are at in their journey in life, far or near to Him, my prayers are that they would experience a fresh outpouring of His love for them.  I pray for angels to be stationed over every house along the street.  I pray darkness to flee:  regret, anger, hatred, violence, addiction, depression, and all kinds of evil spirits are cast from the neighborhood.  I claim this ground to be holy in Jesus’ name.

For those who pass through, I pray new thoughts.  New thoughts about God and His love for them.  New insights into the plans He has in store for them.  I release His goodness over their lives, over their families, over their jobs, and futures.  He has so much in store for each of us, if we would but have the ears to hear.  I pray burdens lifted; foul thoughts averted, and as they pass through, they would feel such a moment of refreshment that they’d leave inspired.

Who knows the paths of thoughts?  Who knows from where they come or where they go?  I’ve had thoughts I didn’t invite before, harmful thoughts.  Thoughts that brought nothing good with them to my mind.  Thoughts that did not encourage or build me up in any way.  One day it hit me that this was an attack.  So in a strange way I realized if the enemy can do this to me, what can the Holy Spirit do for me and others?  In the end, I want to know His thoughts more than my own, and surely more than the enemy’s.  1 Corinthians 2:11-16.

I want to be old friends with the Holy Spirit, I want Him to fill every corner of my being and my home.  I know some of what lives near us now, con-artists and thieves are the most prevalent and I try to walk in wisdom in all my actions and conversations with my neighbors.  But I also move to advance while protecting my family and neighbors.

I have not forgotten the last place we lived.  I still pray revival over that street: an outpouring of the love of God so great that it changes everything, may His name be praised.  It is actually because of what happened there that inspires me to take it to another level.  I don’t know of any limits, so if I’m going to pray, I’m going to do it full on crazy.

Ephesians 3:20-21 states,  “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine…“  Might as well make Him work for it.  To quote Han Solo, “I don’t know, I can imagine a lot.”

I write this in hopes that it may encourage others in their battle against fear during these days.  If these posts are not encouraging to you then please stop reading them.  If they give you a new perspective to understand the world around you that you may have never considered before, then amen.  I told a friend of mine that I write to fight.  This is my own small way to combat fear by reminding myself what He has done in my own life.  He works in all of us differently but always powerfully.

May you find encouragement in these days to continue following after Him, Romans 12:2.  Till the day He comes again my friends, Jesus be with you.

Adventures in Prayer Part 9

Curriculum for Faith 101

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Group Class projects include but are not limited to:

1.  (2+ per Group)  Do something ridiculous evangelistically- ask strangers if they want prayer for anything/start a Bible study with co-workers etc.  5 page paper cataloging results good and bad.  Include salvations, healings, deliverances, etc.

2.  (3+ per Group)  Find something your Church is/isn’t doing that Jesus wants and do it.  5 page paper.

3.  (5-10+ per Group)  Be a part of a Prayer event-  National Day of Prayer, Prayer Walk etc.  3 page paper.

4.  (3-5+ per Group)  Volunteer for a Prison Ministry.  3 page paper.

5.  (2+ per Group)  Volunteer at a Soup Kitchen or other outreach to the homeless.  3 page paper.

6.  (2+ per Group)  Volunteer at an International Outreach to refugees.  3 page paper.

7.  (2+ per Group)  Short-Term Mission trip/internship.  5 page paper.

8. (2+ per Group)  Visit a retirement center and meet the residents.

Individual Class Projects Include but are not limited to:

1.  Begin a journal of prayer.  Include dates of requests and when/ how they were answered.  5 page paper.

2.  Read Bible in a year.  Write down thoughts and questions.  10 page paper.

3.  Go to church.  2 page paper.

4.  Attend a service of at least 3 different churches that still claim Jesus as Lord.  Talk to them.  3 page paper.

5.  Have a time of Prayer and Fasting.  1-5 day water fast etc.  3 page paper.

6.  Mentor someone.  3 page paper.

Family Projects Include but are not limited to:

1.  Go to church.  2 page paper.

2.  Begin a family devotional time- read Bible/pray/etc.  2 page paper.

3.  Get to know your neighbors.  Love and pray for them.

There are many other events and things that can be done but they can’t and are never meant to replace a living relationship with God, only to help it breathe.  Some of these you will do your whole life, others for a season.  Let the Spirit lead you through fear and watch as He writes in you the story of your faith.

Clarifications:

Honestly, when I wrote this, I became confused about it being humorous or serious.  It reminds me of when I made a John 3:16 sign and held it up at our high school basketball games amidst a raucous crowd of about 40.  Some aspects are meant to be funny: tuition, papers, page numbers, etc., while others are serious: “Let the Spirit lead you through fear and watch as He writes in you the story of your faith.”  Ultimately it’s about doing something with your time here that will bring glory to God and not only to yourself.

For many, this post is a bit of “the cart before the horse”.  I know of Christians who emphasize “being” over “doing” and “abiding in His presence” more than “working in the field”.  As you abide, do not forget your neighbor.  As you experience His presence, do not forget His heart for the lost.  I know to some mentioning all of this may sound ridiculous, and though it is good to “know thyself”, it is better to be known by God, 1 Corinthians 8:3.

It was because of His love for us that He gave us His Son, Jesus.  What will your love for Him lead you to do, James 2:14-26?  For when it comes to living out our faith, the cart is the horse and the horse is the cart.

Adventures in Prayer Part 8

I was a green seminarian grad, for those of you who know what that is, you know how dangerous and stupid we can be.  My mind was full of what the Church could be “if only…”, and that’s usually where the trouble begins.  My thoughts were about unity.  At seminary I was taught many things that I left behind without a second thought.  But after being exposed to how crazy everything was, the thought to get us all together under Christ became paramount.

I grew up in a church with a background of ecumenically minded founders from the 1800’s.  Even though it didn’t take long for that movement to split itself three different ways, I wanted to stand in that same original vision restoring what Alexander Campbell and others started so long ago.  I began by calling around 30+ churches throughout Lansing challenging them with John 17:20-26.  I tried to reason with them that this was the kind of evangelism that could win the world.  For the ones who answered their phones, I usually got mumbling words of agreement, but most seemed disinterested.  I began to see how difficult this was going to be.  I talked with God often about it.  Those preachers didn’t know what was out there, they do now even moreso than I would have ever imagined.  Back then I knew of what could come into their churches, to their pulpits.  We needed to get together quick and not just for the lost.  We needed to see that we could be one, I needed to see it.

I kept calling leaving messages on answering machines or having dead end conversations with the church leaders who did answer.  I kept throwing out the net praying that someone would hear.  Someone had to hear what Scripture plainly said, they were preachers after all.  No one.  I began to think I heard God wrong, or maybe this was what He wanted- everything to go crazy.  Then I got a bite, it was a slight nibble, but it was more than I had in weeks.  The inner city churches agreed to meet.  There were about 4-5 of them depending on the schedule.  I was a campus minister at the time, and a friend of mine who also joined was in the prison ministry, so we didn’t really count.  I remember the first meeting, it was glorious.  I was so clueless.  In my mind I had already begun to jump ship to leave contemporary Christianity due to several botched ministries and being tired of the arrogance, elitism, and pride laden in everything from seminary, to church plants, to 100 member churches, to the mega ones.  I was almost headed back out to the woods, that’s where I met Him anyways. And then there were these guys, my answer to prayer and extremely liberal (which I didn’t know at the time), denominational, (I had come from a non-denominational background, they actually called denominations “demon-nations”), but they were willing.  If I remember right, they began calling the group L.C.O.C. which stood for Lansing Council of Churches.

One time, we had a leader who came from a conservative mega church in town.  We had a great phone conversation and I invited him to come.  Things were looking up.  But at the meeting I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so uncomfortable.  He never said a word.  Again, at the time I didn’t know the other leaders were liberals, but he did.  He never came back or returned any calls.  I became friends with his Youth Minister who even told me the guy won’t talk to me.  It didn’t take me long to figure out just how liberal the leaders were.  But this was who God gave me and if this was the worst of it, I figured I could work with it.  Who knows?  Maybe they would be willing to learn from the Bible instead of their headquarters?

We did a couple Thanksgiving events in the few years I was with them and they would invite me to come to perform concerts at their churches; not really what I had envisioned, but it was a start.  I still tried to convince other leaders to join, but in my many conversations with another mega church leader, he explained that these denominational preachers were on rotation and only did these kinds of groups because they were lonely.  He explained that he had enough fellowship amongst his own multi-member ministry team and didn’t need any more.

I grew tired of it all and asked God for someone more charismatic to lead it.  I was left with thoughts like, “People don’t follow Jesus anymore, they need a Bono to get them off their butts.”

A little while after I stopped meeting with them to focus on the campus ministry, I heard of another group that started and it became the group that still meets today with over 100 churches.  I went to their beginning meetings and found all the church leaders there that I had spoken to for so many weeks, even a leader from the conservative mega church, and the other mega church guy who “had enough fellowship with his own team”.

I had attempted to be faithful to what I believed God had shown me.  It turned out crazy, but it seems He used the faithfulness of the liberals to inspire some of the conservatives.  In the end, a portion of what Jesus prayed for came to fruition.

I believe the call is to be faithful even if you get it wrong somehow.  Maybe what you do in faithfulness will inspire others into action who will get it right.  In the end, I got to see what I wanted to see, the Bride of Christ, and she is beautiful.