Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Getting Back to the Basics

I’m a people-watcher.  I love to watch what people do and I love trying to get inside their heads to figure out what they're thinking (particularly when they’re doing something cRaZy!). 

When I first meet someone, I must admit, I try to “read” them; not in the WoOoOo creepy sense of the word.  I just find myself trying to read between the lines; see who they REALLY are.  I have found that there are very few people out there who are genuinely REAL at that first meeting. 

Most of us keep a variety of masks on hand to be used in certain situations.  For example, we may have a specific mask we wear for the dinner with our spouse’s boss.  We may have a mask we use only for job interviews, a different one for speaking engagements, another for the in-laws, and another for church – yes, I said it, for church.  It’s only when we make that transition from acquaintance to friend that we take the mask off, with trepidation of course, because there’s still no assurance that we will be accepted.

My husband has a friend who is refreshingly delightful to me because he is soooo real.  He doesn’t always dress appropriately for the occasion, doesn’t have the proper table etiquette, doesn't always say the right things, etc.  I love this!  It puts me at ease, and makes me feel like I have a friend in the room.  It also makes me less self-conscious and causes me to be less pretentious myself.  I’m thinking there should be one person like this in every crowd to lighten things up.  Unfortunately, I’m afraid most people in the room would find it more appalling than refreshing.

I also love to watch people eat.  I don’t know if it’s because I have a thing about wanting everyone to enjoy their meal, wanting to make sure they get plenty to eat, or wanting to make sure they all come away from the table satisfied…I don’t know; I just think the way people eat can really tell you a lot.  It can tell you if they appreciate and enjoy food, if it’s more about the dinner conversation or the family being together in one place, or if it’s just something you have to do before you can move on to the next task.  I especially love watching children eat.   I watched a little boy in a Mexican food restaurant eating tortilla chips the other day, he was precious!  His little lips…but that’s another rabbit.   I’ve noticed that if a child is raised in a home where how you behave at the table is more important than the meal itself and the nutritional benefits, that child will have exemplary table manners for their age but will be a picky eater and not necessarily enjoy their food (and neither does anyone else).  The opposite appears to me to be true of the parents who are more relaxed and allow a kid to be a kid at the table; I didn’t say an animal, I said a kid.  These kids REALLY get into food!  They use their hands, they dig in, they have it all over their face, and they eat just about anything.  They enjoy the whole food experience.  They LOVE mealtime.  They LOVE food!

Whether my theory is right or wrong is not the point I’m trying to make here; the point still is that I love to watch people and my mind goes to all these places when I do.  I know.  It’s weird.

Anyway, I watched the You Tube video of Carrie Underwood and Vince Gill’s rendition of How Great Thou Art Easter weekend; it was truly powerful.   Carrie was so beautiful and it was evident to me that she wasn’t just “singing”, she was praising; it was truly a blessing to witness.   As the camera occasionally panned the audience, I noticed it seemed to be filled with musicians and performers; because I am a people watcher my mind immediately went to them.  Many I did not recognize, but the ones I did recognize are not known for singing gospel; quite the opposite, in fact.  I saw sweet smiles and tears rolling down their faces and I noticed that some of them appeared to be singing along.  When Carrie came to the chorus for one last time, the audience jumped to their feet, cheering, clapping, some even lifted their hands toward heaven!  It almost had the feel of revival; it was amazing!

Running through my mind were interviews I have seen in the past with some of these audience members.  I remembered that most of these artists got their start in church, singing gospel music; they grew up on the basic principles of the Gospel message.  Their music and their lifestyle tells me that some have gotten far away from their roots, far away from truth.  I wondered what was going through their hearts and minds in that one moment in time.  Did they even realize before that moment that they had left their first love?  Did they miss Him?  Did they walk away with a longing in their hearts to be back in that place; that place of simplicity, of peace, of joy – of rest?  As I watched them, I found myself praying for them; asking God to draw them to Himself, to restore those who needed restoration, to save those who needed salvation.   I asked Him to open doors for them to be able to get back to the basics, to go back to their first love. 

I’ve always heard, “God hasn’t left you, it’s you who have left God.”  I believe this is true.  Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  When He says, “…I will never leave you nor forsake you”, He means it.  (Hebrews 13:8, Joshua 1:5)

If you’re a people-watcher, you’ve seen that look that says, “Something’s missing in my life…” or “I may look good on the outside, but inside I’m a mess…”  I think, as Christians, we’ve been called to address that look, to give hope where hope is needed, to be that sweet smell of Christ to those who are drowning in the stench of the world.   

I hope as you go about your day at work, or at the grocery store you’ll put on spiritual eyes, scan the room, make eye contact with someone, smile, even say “hello” or “how are you today?”  You never know how God can use you to change someone’s day; maybe even someone’s life.  You never know how God may use that someone to change your life.










Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Heavenly Scent

I have been wearing the same perfume for the past 25 years, Oscar de la Renta; it’s become known not as my “fragrance” but as my “smell”.  Now, I’m not sure that’s a compliment, but I do love the perfume.  Over the years I have tried to find other fragrances but I always end up going back to Oscar.
About a month ago, my oldest daughter and I were shopping at our local Sam’s Club and I got a whiff of something wonderful!  I wheeled around to locate the woman who might be wearing this heavenly scent, but there were just too many people there.  I wanted to find that woman so I could ask her where she got that wonderful smelling fragrance; my love affair with Oscar could have been seriously compromised if I had found her.
2 Corinthians 2:14-16 says, “…wherever we go He uses us to tell others about the Lord and to spread the Good News like a sweet perfume.  Our lives are a fragrance presented by Christ to God…to those who are being saved we are a life-giving perfume…”
For those of us who are saved the smell of Christ is all over us; that’s the “sweet savour”, the “sweet aroma” the Bible talks about.  I love this picture!  If we are covered by the blood of Christ, we will automatically take on His scent and that’s how we’re recognized, as a “sweet fragrance presented by Christ to God”.  However, there are some days when we smell better than others, wouldn’t you agree?  What about those days when our minds are filled with impure thoughts, when we get caught up in gossip, or make the conscience choice to rebel…how much does that take away from that “sweet aroma”?  Or does it?
As women, we know that perfume tends to wear off after a couple of hours, leaving only a hint of the original fragrance behind.  We have to continue to reapply it throughout the day; so I believe it is with the fragrance of Christ.  I submit to you that we must maintain the connection we have with Christ in order to keep the fragrance smelling as fresh and as sweet as it did in that very moment we received salvation.  That word, maintain, carries with it an implication of persistence and an aggressiveness in keeping something in good working order.  Because of some of the challenges we may have to face throughout our day, it would be wise for us to stay in a “spirit of prayer” all day long in order to keep that fragrance smelling fresh.  I’m suggesting that aggressively/persistently pursuing Christ in all we do would be the picture of reapplying that perfume throughout the day. 
“…wherever we go, God uses us to tell others about the Lord and to spread the Good News like a sweet perfume.” 
Like it or not, people are watching us “so-called Christians” to see how we are going to respond to conflict, to tragedy, to a challenge, even how we’re going to respond to them personally.  So wherever we go, whatever we do, we are to be clothed in the fragrance of Christ.  Studied-up, fessed-up, prayed-up, nothing separating us from God.  We should welcome people chasing us down to ask where they can get some of the joy and peace they see in us as Christians.  What a perfect opportunity to share the Good News of Jesus Christ.  When was the last time someone asked you a question that led you to share what God has done for you?  Could it be that your fragrance wasn’t strong enough to attract such questions? 
 …to those who are being saved, we are a life-giving perfume…”
“…a life-giving perfume…”   Wouldn’t you be willing to pay whatever it takes to get some of that?!  Some people are willing to travel the globe for life-giving treatments, medicines, etc.   I was willing to stalk a woman I didn’t even know just to get the name of her perfume!  People are so hungry for love in this country; they are searching and searching yet finding nothing but more heartache because they find themselves constantly being drawn to the wrong things.  Can it be that the stench of ungodliness is more alluring than the sweet aroma of godliness?  And if that’s true, what does it say about us?  Are we hiding our light under a bushel, privately enjoying what God has given us; insulating ourselves from the world because we’re not willing to make the sacrifices and the commitment it requires to touch people?  We have the ability to see a life changed with this perfume we hold…what are we saving it for? 
I’ve just about given up on ever finding a replacement for Oscar.  By now, he’s probably on the list of “old lady perfumes”, and that’s okay because by now – I’m an old lady.  It’s also nice to be remembered for a specific scent like when I hear my youngest daughter say to her little ones, “Mmm…you smell like Mimi.”  How lovely to think that God says the same, “Mmm…you smell like my Son.”

How are you smellin’ today?

Monday, April 11, 2011

To Whom Much Is Given

The Secret Millionaire…this is the best show on television right now!  If you were to watch this with spiritual eyes, you would see that God is at work on primetime ABC!
A couple of weeks ago, there was an episode about a millionaire whose life was changed while doing volunteer work in Los Angeles’ Skid Row.   There were over 15,000 people living on the streets, in halfway houses, and in government sponsored apartments in what is called "Skid Row" at the time this episode was being filmed.  As the camera pans the streets, it lands briefly on a tall building sporting neon lights that say “Jesus Saves”.  Among other things I hear a homeless man say, “…anyone can become homeless.”  People who live off of government assistance are given $55.25 per week toward living expenses; the narrator says, “…that amount has not changed in the past 10 years.”  
While walking around Skid Row, the millionaire meets a handsome young man named Amin.  In his late teens, Amin’s girlfriend became pregnant.   Because he brought shame to his family, Amin’s father made him move out of the family home.  Amin had no choice but to live in his vehicle on the streets.  He said the thing he remembered most about that time was the cold.  After a time, Amin became a hat designer and was fortunate enough to have his own shop.  Every Wednesday Amin goes to Skid Row with clothes and hygiene kits to hand out to the homeless.  The clothes have been donated by others, but Amin spends $500.00 out of his own pocket to purchase the supplies to make the hygiene kits.   
One day the millionaire is helping Amin hand out clothes and hygiene kits.  A man with a walker feebly makes his way by them to check out the supply of clothing.  Amin notices that the man’s shoes are covered with excrement.  Without batting an eye, Amin takes off his own shoes and gives them to the man with the walker.  The millionaire is moved to tears; he doesn’t understand this unselfish act.  He questions Amin about it.  Amin simply says, “We all have too much.”  He says he remembers being very cold when he was on the streets and that if he hadn’t experienced that himself, he wouldn’t be helping people on Skid Row today.
For several years, our family did mission work in Mexico.  One of the many memories I have of that time was arriving home, pulling into the driveway and feeling so ashamed of having so much.  I would ask God to write the words of Luke 12:48 on my heart so that I would never forget them…
much is required from those to whom much is given, and much more is required from those to whom much more is given. 
I have seen the kind of unselfish act Amin displayed many times before on the mission field.  I’ve seen kids give away their most prized possessions, adults giving away their own Bibles, coats, money, and yes their own shoes.  I am always humbled at the sight of it.  But where does an act of love so pure come from?  I wondered if Amin knew my Jesus.   I wanted to believe he did, for Romans 1:19-20 says, For the truth about God is known to them instinctively.  God has put this knowledge in their hearts.  From the time the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky and all that God made.  They can clearly see His invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature.  So they have no excuse whatsoever for not knowing God.
The millionaire, John Ferber, went to Skid Row to find out how he could help with the financial needs of the organizations who are trying to provide assistance for the homeless there; and he did.  If I remember right, he gave away about $100,000 in cash, and a van-load of toys, sleeping bags, tools, etc.  He also helped Amin establish a nonprofit organization that will allow him the opportunity to do even more.  I suspect, however, that Mr. Ferber took with him so much more than he gave to the people of Skid Row.  Obviously he was moved to compassion by the conditions he found himself in, by the people he met, and by the determination and dedication of those who are working against all odds to help the homeless, but I don’t think his heart was truly broken until he met a man who was willing to give the shoes off his own feet to one who had none.
I cannot say if Mr. Ferber is a Christian, he did not allude to that in this episode, but I do believe this…whether he knew it or not, God was revealing Himself through the poor, through the lame, through the hungry, and through a young man named Amin.


I was hungry, and you fed Me.  I was thirsty, and you gave Me a drink.  I was a stranger, and you invited Me into your home.  I was naked, and you gave Me clothing.  I was sick, and you cared for Me.  I was in prison, and you visited Me…when you did it to one of the least of these, you were doing it to Me.  Matthew 25:35-40

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Bible

When I teach others how to study their Bible, one of the first things I always stress is the importance of actually writing in it.  Always use blue ink because it stands out next to the black text.  Never use a highlighter because it always bleeds through to the other side.  Underline, circle, make notes in the margin, and feel free to draw happy/sad faces to express your feelings.  A little unorthodox?  Maybe.  Think about it this way, what happens to your notes when you get home?  Where are they when you need them?  I can tell you where mine are; I’ve used them many, many times to teach, minister, write…
My husband bought me a new Bible about 8 years ago for Mother’s Day; it’s the New Living Translation.  If you’re not familiar with the NLT, it’s a kind of in-your-face translation and I love it!  The only other Bible I have had in my journey with the Lord was one that came from the Liberty Bible Institute.  It came free with some books my husband ordered and it had his name engraved on the cover.  Even so, I claimed it as my own immediately and I carried it for years.  That Bible was a King James Version; the version I cut my teeth on as a Christian and the version I always go back to while studying.  I had written many, many notes in that Bible.  I underlined and circled all the key words, and turned down the corners of some of the pages to mark the passages that were most special to me.  So, with the gift of a new one, I found myself having to transfer all that information to my new Bible; what a job!
Well, here I am all these years later and my once new Bible is, quite literally, falling apart.  A total of 301 pages have come completely out of the binding and many more are threatening to.  Every time I open my Bible, the loose pages fall out onto the floor.  It is frustrating for sure, but I cannot bring myself to part with it.  Too many years of sermon notes, prayers and my own personal thoughts are written in that Bible.  It feels good in my hands; I am comforted when I hold it.  Most of my experiences with God are recorded within its pages.  I don’t have enough time left in this world to transfer all this information.  Even so, my sweet husband thinks it’s sad and he wants to buy me a new one, in fact I think there are some people at church who feel sorry enough for me  to take up a collection for one. J I just can’t do it.  My brains are in that Bible!  I can’t seem to find anything in any Bible other than my own.  It’s like that mess we all have on our desks; it may look like a mess, but we know exactly where everything is.
My Bible and I have been through a lot together.  It has been stained with my tears, colored on by my youngest son, dropped in the mud, stepped on, used as a pillow, lost (and found), but most of all cherished.  I have written the names of people I love by the promises God has given me for them and, for some, I am still waiting for those promises to be fulfilled.  I have nurtured four of my own children and a number of spiritual children with it and now I am using it to teach my grandchildren.  I have been told that I can have it rebound but somehow I feel it just wouldn’t be the same.  It has become an old, reliable friend.  It has…character.  As I see it, there is more work to be done.  There are more verses to be underlined, more sermon notes to add, more happy faces to be drawn…God is not finished with either of us.
When the time does come that I can no longer read the words written on its tattered pages, or no longer feel its weathered cover in my hands, I am hoping that my Bible will find its way into the hands and hearts of my children and grandchildren and take root.   

P.S.  I finished writing this post Sunday afternoon before our evening church service.  Our pastor talked about how people need to be noticed; they need to know that they are not invisible, that they are important.  Right in the middle of his message - “SPLAT!” – the 310 pages of my Bible fell to the floor!  My daughter started laughing, my friend next to me snickered and began helping me pick them up.  The lady in front of me turned around to see what the commotion was, and my son said, “Mom, spring for a new Bible, P-L-E-A-S-E!”  My answer – absolutely not. J