Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Mary and Martha: Letting Go of Distractions; Embracing More Jesus

This post will be best understood if you read through the passages I reference in this blog: Luke 10:38-42, John 11:1-44, John 12:1-8. This is a long post. It was written as a teaching companion for a Bible study on Mary and Martha that I wrote. If you'd care for the study leave me a note on how to get you the materials and I'll do my best to connect.
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I have heard a fair number of people teach on the two sister, friends of Jesus.  The story of Mary and Martha, however, came alive in me for the first time in a rather unexpected way.  A number of years ago the church I attended for a time went through Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby together.  It was only the third week and day three of that week’s study.  I had settled onto my covered back porch on a delightfully beautiful spring day to enjoy the warmth and the beauty of my daily changing spring garden, something I thoroughly enjoyed.  It felt like the perfect place to meet a friend, spend time together and get to know each other better. As I worked through Day 3, a section called “Walking with God,” I came to an instruction to “set aside at least 30 minutes for a time to ‘walk with God.”  I read it literally; I HAD to take a walk. In those days I frequently took power walks - the purpose of a walk was for exercise, not enjoyment. I grudgingly gave up the oasis of my backyard retreat for my sneakers and the sidewalks of my neighborhood. The idea was to spend quality time with God, get out of a routine.  I had unwittingly put myself right back into my regular routine
in order to “obey” the suggestion.

I started down the sidewalk at breakneck speed, all the while talking to God (or perhaps more appropriately, AT God).  I went on like this for quite awhile, chattering away as sweat formed on my brow and underarms. I had walked at least a half mile when I came to a corner.  One direction would take me toward home; the other direction would add nearly a half mile to my walk. I decided to ask God to speak to me in that moment rather than spewing my theology back at Him.  “Which way would you like me to go?” I inquired earnestly. God’s response was almost immediate and audible to my mind, “Why don’t you just slow down?” And immediately following that question, as I slowed my pace in obedience to the One who always knows what’s best for our hearts and minds, I received a picture in my mind of the story of Jesus at the home of Martha found in Luke 10:38-42.  The image started with a hurried Martha trying to get everything done as efficiently as possible and flowed quickly to an image of Mary, on the floor at Jesus feet, leaning in on Him, her arm draped over his leg, her face turned to His, waiting on every word that He spoke. That was the extent of the image I saw, but it nearly stopped me in my tracks. And what followed immediately on the heels of that image was the verse from John (John 15:5) “apart from Me you can do nothing.”

Since that time I have been drawn back to the story of Mary and Martha time and time again, each time gaining new nuggets of life changing understanding about my own life and relationship with Jesus.  Today we come to the stories of Mary and Martha in the Bible from the perspective of ridding our lives of false gods and bringing a richness to our relationship with Jesus.

We first encounter Mary and Martha in Luke’s gospel (Luke 10:38-42).   The story encompasses only a few verses of Scripture but there is much to be gleaned from them.

We first meet Martha as she welcomes Jesus and his disciples into her home.  By every appearance she is a gracious host. She seems very responsible and hospitable.  By every appearance she seems to set aside her own desires in order to meet the needs of her guests.

Hospitality was an indispensible characteristic for households in the culture of Jesus’ day.  Travelers often relied on the generosity of complete strangers to house them as they traveled or else they would have to find a rock for a pillow and rest their weary bodies literally under the stars.  It would seem that Martha prided herself in her hospitality, perhaps to a fault. You see, the word hypodechomai, translated “welcome” in our text, means to receive as a guest.  In our story of the two sisters it would seem that Martha was merely entertaining a guest; nothing more is indicated by hypodechomai.  The word appears in the New Testament only a few times and each time it indicates a surface relationship, not a deep-seated affiliation.  Martha’s desire was to entertain her guests, and I would argue that at this point they were nothing more. Martha had heard of Jesus, I’m sure; perhaps she’d even heard Him speak.  She is, most likely, entertaining Jesus as a means to build her reputation further.

In fact Martha is so confident in her role as a host that she comes to Jesus, both accusing and demanding.  Have you ever been so convinced of something in your heart and mind that you come to Jesus accusing and demanding?  I know I have. Unfortunately I suspect it’s an ugly reality in most everyone’s life. Martha asks Jesus “Don’t you care?”  Now that’s a woman with chutzpah! She accuses the One who’s about to lay down His life for her brokenness and need, to cover the sin she even now engages in.  But she doesn’t stop with that accusation. She goes on to demand that Jesus tell Mary to help her.

Next we meet Mary.  She seems either ignorant or indifferent to the household needs brought about by the presence of guests.  And she only had eyes for one guest: Jesus. She found a place near his feet where she could lean in and be close to Jesus.  She is hanging on His every word. Like Martha, it would seem logical that she had at the very least heard the stories of Jesus that were spread by those who had engaged his miracles or teaching at some point.  Perhaps she, too, had observed him face to face. And she wanted to know Him more! She is unashamed as she leans against him, her ears attentive to what He is saying.


Notice Jesus’ reaction to Martha.  He reacts much more gently than I have in my own experience.  Do you hear the gentleness in the repetition of her name, “Martha, Martha”?

Observe (verse 41) how gently Jesus moves her from sulking in her anger and hurt pride to a true picture of herself.  He uses two words to draw her attention to her own insufficiency and pride. The first is merimnaō.  It means to be anxious and troubled with cares.  But it also means to look out for one’s personal interests.  The second is thorybazō and merely means troubled or upset.  I suspect Jesus wanted to gently show Martha that all she was doing in her accusing and demanding was to merely look out for herself.  She cared more about her own reputation than she did the comforts of her guests or the well-being of their souls. I think He also wanted her to know that He did care by properly identifying exactly what her inner turmoil was.

Jesus then turns to some instruction for Martha.  “One thing is necessary.” (Luke 10:42). This reminds me of the 1991 movie City Slickers where Mitch (Billy Crystal) along with his friends Phil (Daniel Stern) and Ed (Bruno Kirby), each enduring their own mid-life crisis, sign up to go on an old fashioned cattle run.  After a bunch of mishaps the three are left to finish the run with the wizened old cowboy, Curly (Jack Palance) who tells them they need only one thing… Only Curly never tells them what that one thing is; they have to discover what it is for themselves.

Jesus doesn’t leave Martha to her own devices, however.  He tells her, “Mary has chosen the good portion.” I don’t believe Jesus is trying to shame Martha here, as I had at one time supposed, a sad commentary on the environment in which I grew up, but an experience I’m sure many can relate to.  The word for good, agathos, is multidimensional, as are many Greek words.  It refers to that which is morally honorable, pleasing to God and therefore beneficial.  He goes on to tell her that this agathos choice will not be taken from Mary.  In this statement is an invitation for Martha to enter in as well.  There are things more important than a reputation of hospitable excellence (though this would have been important in the culture of the time).  Jesus wants her to see His importance as higher than anything else, which IS morally honorable and pleasing to God! He is inviting her to believe. The invitation that Jesus extends to Martha is an invitation to a life-changing reality.  It’s no different than the opportunity He’s given Mary or the opportunity He is extending to you right now.

As it stands after these few short verses in Luke it would appear that Mary is the one who, spiritually speaking, “gets it.”  She’s the one who has chosen the “good portion,” according to Jesus. But what is this good portion?  Verse 39 gives us the answer to that.  Mary had chosen to ignore all else and sit at Jesus’ feet (I imagine her leaning into Jesus) and listening to His every word.  He was more important than her sister or brother or work or reputation. She just wanted Him. But as we see in our next passage,  Mary isn’t some spiritual giant necessarily. She breaks right along with her sister at the death of her brother Lazarus. She is only human.

When we next encounter the sisters in John 11 they obviously know Jesus quite well.  They entreat Him, “Lord, he whom you love is ill.” (John 11:3) John, in his gospel, uses the phrase “one whom you (Jesus) love” on numerous occasions, mostly in describing his relationship to Jesus, that of a very dear friend.  It seems apparent that John describes Jesus’ relationship with these siblings as significant and dear. If that weren’t obvious enough, though, John adds a couple verses later, “Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus” (John 11:5) just in case you missed it the first time.

Let’s take a look at the entreaty a minute.  It’s obvious the sisters have come to believe that Jesus is fully capable of healing their dying brother.  They have begged him to come, expecting certainly that Jesus would do just that, snatching Lazarus from the clutches of death.  Imagine their shock and grief, then, when Jesus doesn’t come immediately. As of yet they don’t understand precisely who Jesus is, just as the disciples in this passage are having a hard time comprehending exactly the same thing.

So when Jesus finally shows up near Bethany it is Martha who storms out to meet Him.  While most translations don’t lend us this fiery picture, the Greek is pretty clear. The word John uses to describe the way that Martha came to meet Jesus is hypantaō, which indicates a hostile meeting.  She is angry that Lazarus has died and comes charging “on the warpath” with hostility in her heart.  She must have rehearsed her words, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”  (John 11:21)  But when she comes into the presence of Jesus something changes and she adds “But even now I know that whatever you ask from God, God will give you.”  (vs.22)  She comes to Jesus broken and angry, but she also comes wanting to continue believing.

And because Martha has come she will be the one who receives the teaching that Jesus is about to impart.  He says to her, “I am the resurrection and the life.” (vs 25)  The Greek might actually be better translated I am the One who raises up (anastasis) and is absolute life (i.e. zōē as opposed to bios which is gift of life in general).  He is reminding Martha that He is the most real life she will ever encounter and it is impossible to keep Him down.  It will become a precious and timely truth when He Himself is laid in the grave in a short time. And she has become privy to that truth.

Jesus then asks her, “Do you believe this?”  It’s a crucial question at this juncture.  It’s the question John is seeking to answer in his gospel.  Belief is a central understanding in the book of John. The word believe, pisteuō in the Greek, means "to be persuaded of," and hence, "to place confidence in, to trust."   I have developed a working definition of the Greek word pisteuō:  to be wholeheartedly persuaded leading to a full confidence that brings about a complete transformation of thinking, character and action.  And Martha does believe. “Yes, Lord; I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, who is coming into the world.” (vs 27)  Can’t you just hear her heart soften in her response?

Jesus knows Martha’s wounding.  He understands the anger in her grief.  He kindly reminds her of who He is. And her faith is affirmed.  She can respond to Jesus as both Friend and King. As the anger ebbs from her she seems to remember that she has left Mary grieving in the house.  With her response to Jesus she turns to get her sister.

When Mary comes to meet Jesus there is nothing in the original Greek that indicates the type of emotional response that Martha had.  She comes to Jesus and falls at His feet placing herself in a position of submission. However, when she states “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died” she does not express the same words of faith that Martha had.  It may not be instructive to read anything into that omission, yet when she comes with the same presumably rehearsed statement Jesus’ reaction is quite surprising.

The ESV translates Jesus’ response as “he was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled.” (John 11:33)  The Greek word for “deeply” moved is embrimaomai; it means to snort with anger and be indignant.  Tarassō, translated “greatly troubled,” means to be agitated and experience inward commotion.  These are deep expressions of emotion. Indeed Jesus sheds tears as well. Much debate has occured over why Jesus weeps and responds the way He does.  Given the fact that Mary, who chose the “good portion” listening at Jesus’ feet, now grieves without seeming to entertain the faith she had demonstrated in her plea to Jesus several days before, I might suggest that what agitates and angers Jesus most is not simply that death has taken another captive but that it has worked to derail the faith of Mary as well.  He weeps, not in defeat but in solidarity with these friends who have been so grievously wounded. Then He turns, still snorting in anger and asks that the stone to the tomb be removed. When the stone is rolled away and the now living Lazarus makes an appearance tears of loss are turned into tears of joy. And both sisters experience a renewal of their faith. How can we know this?

In the very next chapter of John’s gospel we see Jesus again in Bethany with the three siblings.  We have no idea just how much time has passed but it can be reliably assumed that it was not a great deal of time.  Here again we see the sisters interacting with Jesus. While not much verbiage is devoted to Martha, what is there is significant.  The text tells us that “Martha served.” (John 12:2) In the English translation it doesn’t seem much to go on, but the Greek tells a different story! The Greek word for serve that John uses is diakoneō.  The most simple way to translate the word is simply to say “serve,” however, diakoneō is most aptly translated “to minister,” especially in ways that supply the necessities of life.  The simple English translation may say “Martha served,” but the reality is that she was not merely serving; she was giving life.  Let’s not forget that Jesus called Himself “Life.” Martha has become a worshipper and she is worshipping in the way she has been wired to worship best.  Her sister Mary has still not joined her in her serving, but Martha isn’t bothered by that. She has laid aside a desire to be noticed in her service and instead is genuinely desiring to meet the needs of others.


When Mary enters this scene of untethered worship, we find her again at Jesus’ feet, ever outwardly  demonstrating her submission to Jesus. Only this time she has brought more than her heart and her ears.  This time she has broken the bank and pours out her worship lavishly in the form of pure nard.

Nard was (and still is!) a rare and costly commodity.  It was sometimes used in temple worship for anointing but was always diluted with olive oil.  Pure nard was reserved for the most prestigious practices, the most highly decorated religious leaders, and then only a small drop.  Mary takes a Roman pound (or twelve ounces) of pure nard, not diluted, and pours it out all over Jesus’ feet, wiping them with her hair.  I would say her belief has become quite real!!! Her worship tells us some things about how her relationship with Jesus has fundamentally changed who she is.


First, Mary’s act of worship tells me that she cares more about Jesus than she does her future comfort.  The quantity of nard that Mary uses in her worship could well have been her dowry, the insurance for a life of respectability and honor with a man who easily had the means to support her.  It would not have been uncommon for her future in-laws to demand a “dowry,” a sort of down payment on what she would be able to bring to the marriage - the higher the dowry, the better the suitor.  Or it could have been an inheritance that was meant to be kept as a form of hazard insurance should hard times come upon her and her family. She demonstrates the significance of her relationship to Jesus by laying all of that future stability aside.  The nard, I believe, is symbolic of all of her hopes and dreams. She declares, in effect, “Jesus is my all!”

The other observation that is present, I believe, is that this worship is personal for Mary.  If she came prepared to worship Jesus with her nard, she certainly could have brought a towel, but instead, she uses her hair to wipe Jesus’ feet.  She shamelessly put her whole self into worship; she holds nothing back!

And the kicker to all of this is that each woman’s worship affects those around her!  Martha’s worship brought life to the people she touched. And Mary’s worship caused the exotic aroma of life to be extravagantly poured out, reaching every corner of the house.  (John 12:3) There was no single person excluded from the beauty of worship in this setting. That is how true worship functions. It brings glory to God and it brings health and healing to the church.

Jesus called both Mary and Martha to lay aside certain things (pride, reputation, doubt and fear), but He gave them so much more.  And the More He gave them filled their senses with worship of Him, which in turn touched people who needed to experience Jesus. Less distraction.  More Jesus. And that’s exactly how it should be!!!!!

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Soul Warnings - Words

 And so the tongue is a small part of the body yet it carries 
great power! Just think of how a small flame can set a huge 
forest ablaze.  And the tongue is a fire!  James 3:5-6a TPT

Yesterday I woke to a red flag warning.  I haven't been under a red flag warning in a long time, ever since I moved from Northern Arizona 17 years ago.  In the Southwest one pays close attention to such warnings.  The warning is predictive for the most part, though it surely causes hearts to tremble when you or people you care about live near an active wildfire in a red flag warning zone.  

A red flag warning, for those unfamiliar with the term, indicates conditions where low humidity and high winds combine to make conditions favorable for fire to spread like crazy.  It's a heart-stopping diagnostic for hot shot teams on assignment at an active fire.  It says, "Be careful.  This is dangerous."

James gives a number of "red flag warnings" to his Jewish followers in the letter that bears his name.  It is his warning regarding the tongue that caught my attention today.  James compares the tongue to fire.  Fire burns.  It destroys.  "Just think of how a small flame can set a huge forest ablaze."  (James 3:5b TPT) Perhaps James had a picture of fire behavior on a dry, windy day in mind when he penned these words.  I like how The Voice translation turns the phrase.  "And do you know how many forest fires begin with a single ember from a small campfire?"  (James 3:5b VOICE)  A careless word spoken without thought or hurled in a moment of anger has the potential to tear down what may have taken years to build.  Just. Like. That.  I know I am guilty.  I have not always represented the gospel well with my words.  

So what is the prescription for such an unwieldy component?  James goes on to speak of wisdom.  He says, "Who in your community is understanding and wise? Let his example, which is marked by wisdom and gentleness, blaze a trail for others."  (James 3:13)  You see, while fire can be destructive, it can also be purifying.  Our words are no different.  When we choose to use words laced with wisdom, gentleness and love, the results are peace-inducing and  life-giving.  James has a word for this as well.

Heavenly wisdom centers on purity, peace, gentleness, 
deference, mercy, and other good fruits untainted 
by hypocrisy.  The seed that flowers into 
righteousness will always be planted in peace 
by those who embrace peace.  James 3:17-18

The year I spent time focusing on the word "relate," I found it helpful to ask myself the question "Will these words be life-giving?"  If I couldn't honestly answer "Yes" then I would leave those words unspoken.  That year I was able to repair many relationships that had soured due to misplaced words on my part.  The new life that sprung up from well-placed, life-giving words of affirmation and reconciliation was stunning.  While I have not slipped entirely back into my careless way of communicating, I recently became aware that I'm also not as careful as I used to be.  So today I challenge you, I challenge me, to ask "Will this give life?" before you speak.  

Then wait and see what happens.  It's going to be a great day!


Thursday, April 5, 2018

One More Word

You have multiplied, O Lord my God,
    your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us;
    none can compare with you!
I will proclaim and tell of them,
    yet they are more than can be told.
Psalm 40:5

I started this year with a suggestion to put a word before you.  Just one word.  Simple.  Then focus on that one word.  Also, simple.  Only simple things don't always turn out to be so simple.  Take my word for the year:  awareAs time has progressed I find myself aware of the need to change my word.  Let me explain.

Soon after the start of the year I began to explore the notion that there is more of God I need to discover, that He is the More that my heart (and every heart!!) longs for.  I wrote eight total blog posts on that very topic.  After eight posts it seemed as though I had, at least for a time, exhausted what I felt I needed to say on the topic.  However, for the last two months God keeps showing me more.  The word has turned up everywhere!  And I can't get the idea that I can never exhaust More where God is concerned out of my mind.  God is inexhaustible.  So I've become aware that my "one word" needs to be more.  More time with God.  More prayer.  More grace extended to myself and others.  More life.  More truth.  More...

This is really quite a daunting proposition.  But I have come to believe that I need to proclaim that there is more.  There is more to life than food and drink and comfort.  There is more to faith than just reading and studying my Bible, or just praying my requests, or just spewing knowledge of my beliefs.    I am still in the process of discovery...and I expect I will be as long as God exists (which if you don't know me all that well is...well, forever)!  I will say it again...God is inexhaustible.

The Hebrew poet, King David, understood that God is completely limitless and incomprehensible, unable to be exhausted, both in knowledge and experience.  In Psalm 40:5 David expresses this very idea:


You have multiplied, O Lord my God,
    your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us;
    none can compare with you!
I will proclaim and tell of them,
    yet they are more than can be told.

Interestingly, this particular psalm is quoted by the author of Hebrews as being attributed to Jesus (Hebrews 10:5-7).  Even Jesus, who is God Himself was unable to convey all that God is when He lived and breathed among us, though He gave us as good a summary picture as possible.  Why wouldn't we then, not want to pursue God with all of our hearts and minds and strength?  No matter how hard we search, no matter how wide and deep our experience we can never reach the tipping point of exhaustion.  Overwhelming?  Yes.  But dramatically exciting?  Absolutely!!

The apostle Paul also understood that what we can know of God is boundless.  Paul prays for the church at Ephesus:


For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom
 every family in heaven and on earth is named, that according 
to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened 
with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ
 may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted 
and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with 
all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, 
and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that 
you may be filled with all the fullness of God.  Ephesians 3:14-19

Did you catch that?  That we "may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth." (Ephesians 3:18)  Why would we need strength if this wasn't a long haul quest?  I also believe that this is another reason we need to be in community with other believers.  By ourselves the limitations we experience in knowing God are astronomical.  With other believers by our side those limitations are lessened.  We can experience more of God through community than we can by ourselves.

Now look at Ephesians again.  Paul's conclusion to his prayer for the Ephesians is stunning.


Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all 
that we ask or think, according to the power at work within 
us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout 
all generations, forever and ever. Amen.  Ephesians 3:20-21

Did you notice the word more?  We can't even begin to imagine all that God would like to do in us and through us.  Our vision of God is too small and therefore our desires for His kingdom and every other aspect of our lives are too small as well. C.S. Lewis puts it well, an oft quoted statement from his book The Weight of Glory is this:  


It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, 
but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with 
drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like 
an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a 
slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of 
a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.  

Why won't you join me in this quest for More of the One in whom are limitless pleasures and joys?  But don't keep your discoveries to yourself.  They are meant for the body of Christ, the church.  

I have also begun to believe God desires revival in your life and the life of your community wherever you are.  That takes a boundless, immeasurable God, One who cannot be contained. Let's not continue to hold to some half-baked notion that God is tame and understandable for we will never see His glory in its fullness.  I leave you with another C.S. Lewis quote from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe:  “Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.” 

Monday, March 19, 2018

In memory of Bruce...

On Mondays I volunteer at Fraser Street Commons for a couple hours.  The coffee is ground fresh daily so it's actually pretty good, especially when you consider it's free. This, along with free WiFi attracts an array of individuals, but primarily Penn State students and the homeless.   While students may be willing to greet you they are usually preoccupied with their studies and don't usually engage in much conversation.  The homeless, however, are a different story.  They often come in with little more than the clothes on their backs, usually looking for a change of scenery and to get out of either the cold or the heat.  Many days they come in ready to have a conversation with you, small talk mostly.  It frequently consists of complaints about the weather or grumbles about whatever is currently raising their hackles - a sour family relationship, a fight with a friend, the difficulty in getting much needed services.  I can sometimes relate to their angst over relationships gone bad but rarely can I even begin to touch the losses of their lives. I listen for awhile but if I appear too disinterested they move on.

That's not how I remember Bruce though.  I only met the man a couple different times.  He'd come in out of the cold looking for a cup of coffee to warm him up.  After he'd retrieved his coffee and fixed it to his liking he came and stood over me.  He wore a dirty, orange coat that looked as though it must have been cast off from one of the nearby correctional facilities.  His haggard, unshaven face looked worn and ragged.  He didn't seem to be aware that most people prefer an ample amount of personal space, though his proximity to me was less of a problem for me than was the odor emanating from him.  He reeked of sweat and urine.  "What are you reading?" he queried.  I lifted the Bible study I had been working on before he arrived.  "A Bible study in First Peter," I replied simply.  "I lead a group of women on Thursdays," I quickly added.  His face lit up and a smile spread warmly across his weary features.  "I love First Peter.  Grace."  We spoke briefly and knowledgeably of the wonders of God's grace and I wondered how this man had come to reside in the margins of life.

As time went on, it became apparent that there were a number of people in the homeless community who considered him a friend.  One fellow told me that Bruce used to be a teacher - and a good one at that.  I have no way of confirming or denying that piece of information since I never found out Bruce's last name.  I heard tales of how he'd defecate himself when he became upset.  That seemed probable because he smelled as though he had done just that.  He seemed to suffer from some sort of dementia or mental illness, even though he had spoken intelligently with me for a short but full conversation.

Yesterday I found out that a homeless man had died in State College last week.  My heart sunk though I had no idea who the man was.  Somehow I feared it was Bruce.  Today when I went for my shift at Fraser Street Commons and interacted with the homeless who darkened the door I would have known something had happened even if I hadn't heard the bad news.  They mentioned Bruce's name, but not in the friendly way I'd grown accustomed to hearing.  They were upset, hurting.  My heart went out to them as I watched them sit in their misery.  I just didn't know how to relate.  

Yet, this reminds me of how brief life is.  I am reminded of the very text Bruce and I discussed.  Writing to believers who had been scattered through persecution the apostle Paul recollects:

 For through the eternal and living Word of God you have 
been born again. And this “seed” that he planted within 
you can never be destroyed but will live and grow 
inside of you forever. For: 
Human beings are frail and temporary, like grass,
    and the glory of man fleeting

    like blossoms of the field.
    The grass dries and withers and the flowers fall 
And this is the Word that was announced to you!
1 Peter 1:23-25 TPT


If all we have to hope for is in this life only, our existence is shallow at best.  But thankfully God's Living Word is available to everyone.  The grace of which Bruce and I spoke is real.  The Word that was announced to those early believers is the same today as it was then.  There is life beyond the one we can see, hear and touch.  It's substantial.  It's eternal.  It's available.  It  only needs to be believed and received.

Bruce, I hope your knowledge of grace was experiential and not merely informative.  I hope you are being loved in the arms of Jesus right now.  It's the best any of us could ever want.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

A Heart for the Fatherless

To the fatherless he is a father.
 To the widow he is a champion friend.
    To the lonely he gives a family.
    To the prisoners he leads into prosperity until they sing for joy.

    This is our Holy God in his Holy Place!  
Isaiah 68:5-6a TPT

I heard a statistic today that alarmed me.  A friend of mine shared a video made by Dr. Warren Farrell regarding what he calls #theBoyCrisis.  Did you know that 51% of women under the age of 30 are raising children with no father involvement?  Farrell claims that 100% of school shooters have grown up without a father in their lives.  What's more, statistics indicate that  children who have grown or are growing up in fatherless homes are much more likely to commit suicide, run away from home, drop out of school or suffer behavior disorders.  Fatherlessness has become a social pariah of epidemic proportions.


While the news seems very, very bad, I think it opens up a tremendous opportunity for the church.  The Bible has much to say about the fatherless.  In fact the Hebrew word for fatherless, or orphan as it is often translated, yäthōm, occurs forty-two times in the Old Testament.  Nearly half of the references are direct commands to help the fatherless or involve them in community.  Most of the rest are indictments against God's people for not involving themselves with the care of orphans and widows.  Is this an important topic to God?  Forty-two occurrences?   Repetition is a sign of significance when studying the Bible.  In other words, yes, this is important.


Unfortunately for the fatherless, just as the Israelites forgot about the needs of the most vulnerable among them, so too the church often overlooks the needs of single moms raising children on their own.  I have observed far too often the church turning a blind eye or standing in judgment of the single mom.  I once had a beautiful friend who was raising a son without the aid of his father.  The father was a dangerous man who needed to remain distant for the protection of this young mom and her son.  During the process I observed her angst over her own failings, failings which the church within whose walls she had sought solace heaped judgment over her.  Fortunately not all within the church hopped the Pharisee train.  One gentleman, whose children were grown, frequently took this young man on adventures.  My husband spoke frequently with him.  There were a few other men who took him under their wings.  I believe that God protected this young man.  His mother, my friend, died suddenly about a year ago.  She wound up raising an incredibly well-adjusted young man with a solid character.  But I know she didn't do it alone.  It took God's intervention.  And it took a community.   


With the large absence of fathers, the community within the church is more important than ever for the development of the next generation.  The heart of God's law made special concessions for needy among the people of Israel.  No where is this more clear than Deuteronomy 24.  God warns His people, namely the church today, of the importance of caring for the outsider, the widow and the fatherless.  He gives specific instruction in ways He expected Israel to care for this needy population, namely in leaving grain, grapes and olives for them to be able to consume.  This represented the basic necessities the agrarian inhabitants of  Israel  needed to survive.  In today's culture I would argue that much more than the very basic necessities of nourishment are needed.  These mothers and children need a supportive environment in which to thrive.  They need mentors and teachers.  They need an investment of time.  They need role models to which they can turn.  They need couples who are willing to venture into the community at large to seek out the needy and the vulnerable.  They need men!  Men who are willing to champion the cause of the overlooked and lonely (the root word in the Hebrew from which yäthōm is derived means to be lonely).


Alan currently serves on the board of the local Pregnancy Resource Clinic.  This has opened our eyes and heart to some of the special needs of moms who have chosen to keep their child rather than seek abortion.  Recently we were given the privilege of opening our hearts and our home to a young woman who was left high and dry by the father of her unborn child, a woman being served by PRC.  As I drove with her to her hometown last weekend she expressed some apprehension over raising a child on her own.  Now that I've been made aware of the statistics I am realizing just how founded her concern is.  And I have become committed to bringing awareness to her plight.  My quick answer to her was that she needed to make sure there was a godly male role model for her son, that I'd known someone who had been able to make it work under even under more unreasonable circumstances.  While that advice was given with great concern and compassion, I now recognize how short-sighted it is.  I need to do more than just encourage her.  I need to commit to change for her.  I need to be there when her needs are greatest.  And I need my husband to join that effort.  I need to insert myself into the equation without being domineering or judgmental.  I don't know what that looks like yet.   But I know with confidence that I will.  God doesn't put us in situations He can't handle.  


Here's the bottom line.  If the church is unwilling to provide a safe and supportive community for the vulnerable, who will?  Often waiting for single, unwed mothers to show up on our doorstep yields nothing.  Most will be too embarrassed or too anxious to ask for help from a "religious" organization.  Why risk accusation and disapproval?  We need to meet them where they're at.  Where is that?  Try your local crisis pregnancy center.  Many, if not most, will welcome volunteers.  Or try becoming a Big Brother or Big Sister.  There are never enough volunteers for all the children that could benefit from some one on one time with a godly adult.  Go hang out at your local community center.  Check with your local school to see if they have a mentorship program that could use another volunteer.  The possibilities are endless, really. 


God calls Himself a Father to the fatherless.  If we are to be holy as He is holy (1 Peter 1:15-16) doesn't it seem right that we should seek out the fatherless, bring them into community then? If you happen to be among those who say they are pro-life I would challenge you to put your actions where your words are.  Continue to fight for the fatherless children you say you are concerned for.  Life doesn't end at birth.  Maybe you are the family that God is going to give. (Isaiah 68:6a)


Today I leave you with the song, Strong God, by Meredith Andrews.  Let this become your prayer and your commitment.



Father to the fatherless Defender of the weak

Freedom for the prisoner we sing
This is God in His holy place

This is God clothed in love and strength
Sing out lift your voice and cry out

Awesome is our strong God mighty is our God
You're with us in the wilderness faithful to provide

Ev'ry breath and ev'ry step we see
Sing out lift your voice and cry out

Awesome is our strong God mighty is our God
Sing out raise your hands and shout out
Awesome is our strong God mighty is our God
There is no higher no

There is no greater no
There is none stronger than our God

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