the quiet protest of praying before a meal

Saying Grace, Norman Rockwell

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Everything God made is good, and is meant to be gratefully used, not despised. The holiness or otherwise of a certain food, for instance, depends not on its nature but on whether it is eaten thankfully or not, It is consecrated by the man who has accepted the message, and thanks God for food.

1 Timothy 4:3-5, JBP


I’d like to share something with you in this post that you may not have thought of before. At least not thought of in quite this way. But first, some background:

A young ‘Timothy’ and I are going through Paul’s first letter to Timothy together. He has recently come into my life and has been such an unexpected blessing. We’re learning about a very complicated church in first century Ephesus, seeing it as more of a battleground for Timothy rather than the promising church Paul birthed. In short, Ephesus Church was a hot mess.

Timothy wanted out. He felt the job well above his pay grade, but Paul told him to stay put, wage war (with faith and a good conscience), get prayer back into the assembly as the first order of business, remove unqualified teachers, and ordain qualified leaders.

Of course, Paul warns the GenX pastor, these strategies aren’t a guarantee that some – possibly even many – won’t still break his heart by abandoning the faith and make shipwreck of their lives. But, Paul exhorted Timothy, make it harder for them to defect by giving them life-saving truth!

Paul gave Timothy five tools for changing the culture at Ephesus Church. He instructed him to be an “example” in these specific areas: speech, conduct, love, faith, and purity. Just as David had five smooth stones at the ready to take down Goliath, Timothy had five straight arrows in his arsenal.

  • Words matter.
  • Conduct matters.
  • How we treat people matters.
  • What we believe matters.
  • Character matters.

“Example” is tupos, the Greek word for ‘mark, impression.’ Thomas used it when demanding evidence that Jesus was truly raised from the dead. “I’ll believe it when I see the marks of the nails!”

Leave your mark, Timothy. So live that they will know a man of God is in their midst!

There are two other surefire weapons Paul hands Timothy in chapter 4. One of them was to “make scripture great again” by reading it aloud in the public services. Stop letting false teachers share their devilish doctrines and twisted hermeneutics in the congregation. Put the kebosh on all that trifling nonsense. Make it policy that only God’s word will be preached and taught in the pulpit.

The other weapon might surprise you. It did me. In the context of zealous nitwits who had infiltrated Ephesus declaring certain things morally wrong — including food — Paul told Timothy that,

…everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, for it is made holy by the word of God and prayer.

1 Timothy 4:4-5

“And prayer.” That’s what caught my eye.

Since the dawn of human history, food has sparked both lively conversation and controversy. Right there on the first page or two of the Bible, a crisis happened where food was involved. God created a garden world for Adam and Eve where he served up vegetables and fruits of every variety. He told them to feel free to eat anything their little hearts desired — and enjoy it — except for…

/Enter the dragon./

Food, fun, and fellowship nazis had apparently entered Ephesus Church and overturned God’s “saw that it was good” edict and put their own devilish spin on it.

Paul told Timothy to ixnay that, say grace over God’s good bounty, and sanctify it. It’s not only good, it’s very good. Eat up!

Norman Rockwell, the true-to-life artist whose paintings have been a mainstay of American lore and inspiration, painted Saying Grace (seen above) in 1951. Rockwell was inspired by a Saturday Evening Post reader who shared a story about seeing a Mennonite family praying before their meal in a busy restaurant. Rockwell was intrigued. He set to work creating a touching tribute to that iconic moment. Post readers voted Saying Grace as their favorite magazine cover in 1955.

Saturday Evening Post editors presented it this way:

The world is not too happy a place these days. There are wars and threats of wars. Anxiety and frustration are abroad, and in many quarters we see the bankruptcy of morals. So, suddenly comes the day to give thanks for the goodness of life. And perhaps this can be done most understandingly by someone like this little old lady who, wherever she may be, bows her head to say grace, speaking not analytically from the mind but spontaneously from the heart.

Sandy and I have long made it our practice to join hands and pray over our meals, whether at home or in public. Most of the time we don’t think anything about it, but there are other times we are palpably aware of people nearby; it can feel awkward.

This is why we pray before our meals. To consecrate it, to recognize it as God’s good provision from creation for us to enjoy. To believe that it sustains us and gives us life.

The devil hates Genesis 1-2. He hates God and good and living shamelessly and obedience and fellowship and harmony and beauty. He hates the imago dei and likeness and dominion and fruitfulness. He hates ex nihilo. He hates that he was created by One infinitely more powerful and wise than him.

He hates mankind and womankind.

“I’m better than either of them. I’ll prove it. I’ll have them eating out of my hands!”

The simple act of praying before a meal, then, is our protest against the devil’s narcissism and our profession that we only eat from God’s hand.

So the next time you are sitting at a table, whether at home or in a public place, and food is before you, remember that scene in the garden. Make the devil mad by bowing your head, saying grace, and thanking our Heavenly Father for giving us a world where food is on the menu.

Selah, beloved.

the sixth estate of mary

Photo ©️ Scott Mitchell


But this is the one to whom I will look:
(s)he who is humble and contrite in spirit
and trembles at my word. Isaiah 66:2

The cries of ‘fake news’ co-opt the headlines and such affrontery to our nation’s fourth estate has them screaming to the hills and college coeds to their safe places.

It seems there’s no end nor coming out from under a hodgepodge of hot mess issues these days:

Collusion.

Sexual predation.

Tyranny.

Police brutality.

Virtue signaling hashtags.

Twitter rants.

Evergreen.

The fourth estate is in the middle of every one. We have the Europeans to thank for introducing the world to the idea of ‘estates’ (or powers) to divvy up the socio-cultural economy of the realm. As they saw it, clergy were the first estate [!], nobility came second, and commoners got slotted at the bottom. These were the people with varying degrees of power, from most to least.

Modern tweaking of the estates has added a fourth: a nation’s free press. Pardon me while I stifle a giggle to their being regarded as lower than the low. Now still a fifth estate has been added to accommodate for bloggers and such (yay me!).

Side note: I’m pretty sure clergy in this post-christian era are bound to get a rethink in the rankings. 

That’s all well and good but there’s another estate few talk about – outside the Bible, that is. It’s a level so low it has to look up to see bottom. Even the dregs and dreck of social media score higher than these misfits. 

Who are the sixth “estate”? Before I answer, let’s go back to the fourth and fifth estates where we find the press, the expanded media, and self-acclaimed journos. In the Christmas story these would include the lowly shepherds who first saw and reported the fair and balanced story of the Incarnation. (The priests, the puppet governor Herod, and upperclass of Israel had their moments in the story too)

The biblical ‘fourth and fifth estate-types’ were not congenial, gentle, cuddly guys, mind you. They were rough-and-tumble blue collar herdsman, branded unclean and unfit for public life. But kudos to them on this day: they got the story first and they got it right, which is why we love putting shepherds in our church plays.

But there’s yet a lower estate.  Probably the most important figure in the nativity story other than Jesus puts herself in this category. Here’s how Mary self-identifies: 

My soul magnifies the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant. (Luke 1:48)

Photo ©️Scott Mitchell


“Humble estate.”

This is Mary’s place in the Kingdom. The word she uses, translated to Greek, means to be ‘(forcibly) bent,’ carrying about the weight of humiliation. Her world had pushed her down, a bent reed in the footpath of the self-absorbed.

“Why me?” indeed.  

Young Mary was a nobody, underfoot, and flattened by oppression and injustice – first as a Jew, then as a woman, and finally with no estate but a Nazarene bloodline. All the other estates stood atop her, over her, apart from her. Even the fourth/fifth estate were dazzled by an angel choir and an audience. Mary was serenaded by the gentle lowing of farm animals. The shepherds rejoiced and told the news. Mary sat and “pondered.”

But may I suggest yet another estate? This one – and this one alone – belongs to Jesus. His is the seventh estate, for,

…though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.

Selah, beloved. Even if you’re in the first through third estates, ‘tis nobler to share in the sixth with Mary, which is the spirit of Christmas faith, only made possible – and lifted up – by the Seventh.

IN RESPONSE

What do I do with this, I’m asking myself. How do I apply this? What is ‘this’ you ask? Put simply, identifying with Mary’s estate (Isa 66:2).

How must I walk it out? The answer beckons me to deep repentances and costlier amens than I’ve ever known. Will you pray for me? And, if you’ll ask, I’d be honored to pray for you.

Word Of God, Speak…

I'll be posting Part 3 of my 'Hearing God' dialogue with John later today, but I wanted to contribute this piece to further punctuate the ethos of this vital conversation.  Photo courtesy: audioholics.com
I’ll be posting Part 3 of my ‘Hearing God’ dialogue with John later today, but I wanted to contribute this piece to further punctuate the ethos of this vital conversation.
Photo courtesy: audioholics.com


And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it…”

(Isaiah 30:21)

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That verse is lifted from a scriptural context forecasting the future operation of the Holy Spirit with His people. It’s not solely for apostolic times, it’s not only for Israel, and it’s not a sweet-by-and-by promise.

The day is coming, Isaiah prophesies, when there won’t be need for an earthly high priest to give guidance to the nation of God, for all will become priests by proxy of Christ’s ministry in the Church; while there will be prophets and teachers, like Isaiah, we each will have an anointing to hear from God for ourselves (see 1 John 2:27, you know, the one that tells us we will not have need of a teacher for each of us are given grace to hear and understand supernaturally).

Thank God for the Bible! 

Oh, what a blessed people we are to have a divinely preserved, living, breathing archive of God’s Eternal Story, will and mandate. I’m in a coffee shop right now sitting two tables away from a couple of dudes, each poring over copies of His written testaments to His people. How thrilling it is to see it in the public marketplace!

I, for one, would not enjoy the fellowship and intimate communion of Christ without His Holy Word, nor would I dare venture in ANY direction of my life without digging into His Words of Life found therein, to find my marching orders. I puzzle at those who cannot pick up any signals from glorified airwaves whenever they open the Bible. It’s a rare thing when I don’t hear clearly enough the whispers of the Holy when the scriptures are opened before my eyes.

The Bible has always been – and continues to be – my primary mode of hearing God, but – and I’m being careful here – it’s not my only means of hearing God. Sure, there are heralds who stand in Sunday pulpits and declare “thus says the Lord” to the congregation and God speaks vibrantly through them to His people: you are loved, you need to repent, learn to trust Me, lay it down, etc.

Yes, that. Certainly.

Or through counselors and wise spiritual mothers and fathers – surely these too. But I’m speaking about Something wholly and reverentially Other.

Driven To Hear

I’ve shared on this before but it begs notice once again. A few years ago, I was struggling. The pastorate had squeezed every ounce of moisture from my bones and I was parched to the soul. My personal prayer closet was getting cobwebs and the Word was little more than a polite guest in my life.

I needed a Word.

Something. Anything.

Word of God, speak…

So I drove an hour away to find a quiet out-of-the-way niche (a custom of mine) to be silent and expectant before my Shepherd. My agenda was simple. I only had one question on my heart and I asked it, then sat still as a stone (easier when you’re a paraplegic) and waited.

“Father, how do You feel about me?”

It was bold, sassy and desperate, but there it was in all its glory. I drove miles and spent gasoline to ask a question framed in seven words.

But you know what? In that holy ground spot I got not one, but two responses. Each came after a period of silence for a half-hour to an hour and then within mere minutes of each other.

The first:

“I’m jealous for you.”

And then:

“I’m protective of you.”

So this mercifully became how my relationship with God was defined in that moment – and since.  It wasn’t audible. There was no golden hue and ethereal mist. No background choir. It just…was…in all its simple eloquence. I ‘heard’ my Father’s voice and those words were nowhere in my inner thesaurus at the time. Truth to tell, I had been expecting something quite different.

Did this message(s) conflict – in any way – with the written Word? Of course not. Were they the demented ramblings of the enemy? I won’t even dignify that with an answer.

Could it have been self-talk? I’ll allow that there are times that happens, but why dismiss out of hand the likelihood that my Father wants me to know these things – especially when my self-talk in that particular puddle of pity sounded more retributive and doubtful?

It was God. Speaking. To me. In the ‘now’.

I’ve heard that familiar voice many times in my life, mostly in the Word (even then it sounds like added commentary), but also in the gentle whisperings of a Friend at my shoulder.

Hard Of Hearing?

It’s telling that the final book of scriptural canon – which is more than its coda – is our book for our time because we are the people of the Book of Revelation. We are the people of the last days. And in this ‘right now’ book we find the phrase “he who has ears to hear…” an amazing SIXTEEN times! Hearing, it would seem, is quite crucial for the people of the last days.

Consider for a moment the convoluted, thorny, complicated issues of our day: the LGBTQ question – can someone be a Christian and be gay? What if they are gay but celibate? What of the quandary of gay marriage? If I assent to it, will I be contributing to the demise of the Gospel, much less the unraveling of the social  fabric of our times? Will there be judgment because I was unfaithful to my post or will I be chastised by Jesus for being unloving?

What of taking up arms against our brothers to protect my family? Or joining the growing wave of unrest against those who are charged with enforcing the law? Who do I stand with? Is there a time when abortion is necessary? Is what that mega-church guy (whom everyone and their mother is running after) touting really biblical?

Certainly where the Bible offers black and white answers we should hitch our wagons, but where it is gray? Or silent?

Adam’s Apple

The times are becoming more deceptive and the trilling voices seem so convincing; the news markets manipulate us into seeing only what they want us to see. Church celebrities, seduced by popular culture, offer their sage guidance but how do we know it isn’t bereft of the Holy Spirit’s endorsement?

We are Adam and Eve all over again, munching on the fruit of the Wrong Tree, using logic and sirens of the times to influence our choices.

And parents? We’re doing a sorry job of teaching our kids how to seek and wait on the Voice for their instruction. When do we ever tell them, “Go spend time alone with God on the matter. What does He say?” Instead we ask, which job pays the most? What uses the least gas? Which apartment is closer to work? What school has the best scholastics?

You know, stuff Adam would ask first.

We say we are people of the Book, people who value His Word, but how does that truly show up in our daily routine?

Peter and the Eleven (well 10 anyway) said it would be unthinkable for them to depart from Jesus and make it out there on their own. Jesus’ words were life to them. Jesus said and did nothing unless He was prompted by His Father’s voice. Was this only to fix His status as the Son of God? No, He was showing us how to live every moment by being the Son of MAN – living in utter dependence and total sensitivity to the word of His Father.

Look how equipped He’s left us to hear God! We have the Written Record, the Solid Standard and Faithful Plumbline, the indwelling Holy Spirit, wise and holy counselors – and that Voice that breathes into our ear canal – no, not those silly protuberances on the sides of our heads, but the inner ears belonging to spiritual sons and daughters of the Lord.

How can we not hear?

Only by this: if we have ears to hear but choose not to listen.

God help us, in these desperate times, to be people who read – and listen – for the Voice to tell us “this is the way, walk ye in it.”

Amen.