when jesus is your “why”

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain

Once upon a time a Sunday school teacher got a burden for a young man in his class and visited the young man at his shop. He told him the good news of the gospel of salvation and that young shoe salesman became one of the great pastors and evangelists of a generation, D.L. Moody.

Now I’m sure that Sunday school teacher accomplished many other things in his life but none more notable than walking into a shoe shop that day.

What an amazing “Why.”

There’s Martin Luther’s memorable “Here I stand, I can do no other” appeal before the Roman Catholic tribunal. Defacing cathedral doors with inflammatory messages might get you in trouble with religious folk but they may be just what is needed to ignite a reformation.

Six centuries later and we all can give thanks today he found his “why” and struck the first match.

At a pastor’s retreat one of the attendees noticed how a woman joyfully cleaned all the rooms each day. On the last day he found her in the bathroom scrubbing one of the toilets and thanked her. “How do you do such degrading work so happily?” he asked. “Oh no,” she relied with a noticeable spark, “I don’t have to do this, I get to do this!”

A beautiful “Why.”

For nearly 40 years I’ve watched my wife minister to me by doing things no wife should ever have to do for her husband. Not long ago I listened in on a phone conversation she was having with a family member. She told my wife, “One of the things I have watched you do over and over is to simply show up. To be there, whenever and wherever you’re needed.”

Her “Why” sings into eternity!

Let’s look at another.

Mary, the sister of Lazarus, is found in several places in the New Testament but in three of the four gospels (Luke shares a different occasion, a different woman, but an uncannily similar act of worship) we find her demonstrating her most notable “Why” the day she walked into the room where Jesus was reclining and poured costly perfume on his feet.

[Read Mark 14:1-9]

Mary’s“beautiful work” was to prepare Messiah for his burial. This is a work belonging only to her. It was a one-of-a-kind act of service in which she endearingly rose to the occasion (or bowed, in her case).

The thought struck me: we can’t do Mary’s noble task of preparing Christ’s body for burial but we can prepare his body for his return (Heb 10:25).

Two Marys and Salome went to the tomb to anoint the body of Jesus (Mark 16:1), but they found they were too late. Their anointing was not necessary because Christ Jesus was alive. They didn’t need to do Mary’s “beautiful work” because that was a one-off. Instead, they were given a new mandate to pound the ground with the news of the Savior’s resurrection, and every generation of disciples since are compelled to share that same empty-tomb news… with the added good news that he is coming back!

worthy v. worthless

A word. Just because we do stuff “in Jesus name” doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll have it memorialized on a building or a park bench in the New Jerusalem. There are “beautiful works” and there are “disposable works.” The difference is the source that drives it. Beautiful works put self on its knees and the body of Christ in the place of honor. Disposable works reverse the emphasis. We can cut our neighbor’s lawn but the minute we subtly draw attention to it on social media (posing next to a push mower, gesturing wiping sweat from our faces but smiling like we just did something special) it’s destined for the brush pile. You do know it’s possible to do some pretty great things in Jesus name and those things be burned up and lost in the end (1 Cor 3:11-15), right?

beautiful waste

What Mark does with this beautiful tableau is nothing shy of genius. The anointing at Bethany was actually a week earlier but Mark drops it here because he wants the readers to see the contrast between selfless worship and self-driven religion.

You know how the room reacts to Mary’s “waste of resources.” The Twelve, led by Judas, turn it into a church business meeting and vote against the whole affair. It didn’t make sense to their sensual minds. Judas especially, driven by greed and devilry, thought the whole thing was stupid and consequently showed his true colors.

Where do we next see Judas? That’s right. In the very next paragraph. Mark sets him in the most unflattering light, akin to Iago’s treachery to Desdemona’s innocence. I imagine the good John Mark spitting into his inkwell and gritting his teeth before putting pen to parchment. Gothic overtones. All black, at night, evil intent.

Nothingness.

Waste.

Incidentally, the word “wasted” in verse four is the same word translated “perdition” in John 17:12 with regard to Judas. Mark exposed him as destined for hellfire. It’s a cautionary tale in ALL CAPS for us: any work, act of service, effort, duty, ministry, offering, cause, collaboration, whatever, motivated by greed, self-promotion, self-indulgence, or internal pride, is burnt up and worthless.

Bottom line: if our “Why” isn’t Jesus, there’s no life in it.

In the next post, we’ll explore more deeply the idea of such beautiful, selfless, Mary-scented, Son-approved, life-giving works to the body of Christ and for the glory of God. Judas and his ilk don’t figure into it like this one, so let’s just wash that bad taste from our mouths and focus on a broken jar of perfume and a house infused with a hint of heaven. Mark still has much to say on the matter, so I hope you’ll be back.

Selah, beloved. Until then.

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broken record

Scott’s sick. Again.

Scott’s in the hospital. Again.

We need to pray for Scott‘s health. Again.

In recent weeks yet another ambulance crew carried me from my home where once again I brushed up against the cold bosom of death.

Yesterday, glory hallelujah, my wife carried me from the hospital, still alive and well, God having shown himself — again — faithful to deliver me from yet another close call.

Charles Spurgeon said, “He who has been with us in six troubles, will not forsake us in the seventh.”

I’m imagining you through my screen and telling you with all sincerity that there has never been a trial or a problem or tribulation or hardship or difficulty that God has not come through for me and delivered me. It is true his deliverance does not always come at the exact moment or in the exact way I thought, but I have never been forsaken and he has always shown his redemptive purposes in setting me free.

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair;

2 Corinthians 4:7-8

Through it all, through everything, he’s shown himself faithful and there’s no end to how grateful and in awe of him I am.

This is my story.
And, yes, this is my song.
I’m praising my Savior all the day long.

For obvious reasons, the book of Job has been a regular read for me. I’ve often turn to its pages to remind myself that God is sovereign through all of my hard times.

When you come to Job 23:14, it reads,

“For he will complete what he appoints for me,

and many such things are in his mind.”

Which could be paraphrased to mean:

“He has many ways to refine us – and He’ll use them anytime, anyway He wants.”

Here’s my story in 6 words:

Broken.
Blessed.

Grieving.
Grateful.

Waiting.
Worshipping.

My suffering was good for me,

because through it I learned your statutes.

Psalm 119:71

David referred to himself as a “broken” man. As bad as that is, he still knew a secret: the word he chose (‘âḇaḏ’) is the same Hebrew word used when God put Adam in His Garden and told him to “tend” it. It’s the picture of breaking up the sod and clods of dirt, using a hoe or rake. Poured into those crevasses and furrows and holes is the fertilizer needed to grow fruit and grain from fertile soil.

David was saying, “He fills my broken places with His Life and I rejoice in my afflictions because I know my dying is my living!”

David recognizes he might be broken, but he’s not a LOST CAUSE. He’s not unfixable, not unredeemable. He has greater value when he submits to the Lord’s plough.

Everything you suffer, all you’ve lost, whatever breaking you’ve endured, is working in you a lush harvest that will bring life to others!

A few years ago, my Sandy had the opportunity to travel with a high school choir to Italy for competition. On one particular off-day they did some sightseeing and visited Venice and “The Bridge of Sighs.”

There’s a long history with this famous place in Venice but the thing that most sticks out is the bridge connects a prison with a palace. Back in the day, the prisoners were led across this bridge after their sentencing in the palace and they would have to look through the narrow windows of the bridge on their last look at freedom. They would “sigh” in sorrow as they were led away in chains to their cell where they would live out the rest of their days.

Your trials feel like a prison. You ask God, “Why am I still single?“ “Why am I depressed?” “Why can’t I ever seem to get a break?” “Why can’t I get past this?” You wonder if he has abandoned you. You question his goodness. Some days you feel as though you’re serving hard time. It’s very much a prison to you.

The Lord invites you to “sigh” and surrender and believe he is going to escort you from your cell and lead you into a palace of blessing.

In a way I am still on the prison side of the bridge but, like Paul and Silas, I am singing at midnight… so it feels like I am on the palace side!

Let’s go back to our scripture we considered first.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous…

That tells me trials are a necessary part of our discipleship. That message doesn’t always draw a crowd, but it’s undeniably true. There are so many manys on our journey with Christ. We’re all like broken records.

The Hebrew word “affliction” is often translated in the Old Testament as “evil.” It is also translated “bad.”
“Wicked.”“Mischief.”

Take heart, sisters and brothers; when bad befalls you it comes from an enemy that despises you. This means you are in the safe embrace of Someone who loves you.

Scott’s sick. Again.

We gotta pray for Scott. Again.

Scott’s got another wound.

Trouble for the Mitchells. Again.

James says life is “hole-punched” with trials. Paul said “it is through many hardships we come into the kingdom.” He told the Corinthians he “faces daily pressure” and “anxiety.” David said, “every night I flood my bed with tears; I drenched my couch with my weeping.”

You can’t walk with Christ and not feel the blows. Romans tells us we “died with him” but we also “suffer with with him.”

Paul Miller writes of his daughter Ashley who died at age 42 of stage-4 colon cancer. Before she died Ashley told her bible study group:

“I cannot talk about cancer without talking about Jesus. I cannot talk about my trials without Jesus. I equate it to eating a Reese‘s – Jesus is the chocolate and suffering is the peanut butter – they just go together.”

Paul E. Miller, The J-Curve, 310-11

But wait. The second line of our verse makes the first line worth it: “But the Lord delivers him out of them all.”

Peter said even if you’re “grieved by various trials” you can “rejoice” (“dance for joy”) in this: future glory (and oftentimes present) will be much sweeter to you than you can even imagine.

Soon and very soon, the record that’s been skipping and repeating and jumping and scratching will stop and all our agains will be wiped away and his eternal never again will be our forever anthem.

This is our story, this is our unbroken song. Amen.

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bad news to make your day

Photo by Sandy Mitchell, Gatlinburg, TN

The old joke goes like this: a doctor called in his patient following some tests and told him, “I’ve got some good news and I’ve got some bad news; which do you want to hear first?“ His patient says, “Give me the good news first, doc.” Gravely, the doctor tells him, “You only have 24 hours to live.“ “Good grief, doc,” his patient replies. “That’s the good news? What’s the bad news?” The doctor leans in, lowers his glasses, and tells him, “I should have told you yesterday.”

<<<Jesus Juke alert>>>

Jesus, the Great Physician, leans in and tells the church: “I’ve got bad news. The world hates you. But here’s the good news: I have overcome the world.”

Yes, the world hates you. But you are eternally, extravagantly, wholly loved by God. Just know what you are up against when you go out your door today. And know who goes with you.

What prompted this post is the thought I had as I was waking up this morning: except for the restraining power of Christ, the world system would just as soon you not be part of it. The world wants you dead.

George Yancey, professor of sociology at North Texas University and prodigious Christian author, was asked on a recent podcast:

What are some of the things being said about Christians on the college campus today?

He replied,

  • “Churches and houses of religion should be designated as nuclear test zones.”
  • “Kill them all, let their god sort them out.”
  • “The only good Christian is a dead Christian.”
  • “A torturous death would be too good for them.”
  • “I’d be a bit giddy, certainly grateful, if everyone who saw himself or herself in that category were snatched permanently from our societal peripheries, whether by holocaust or rapture or plague.”
  • “I am only too well aware of their horrific attitudes and beliefs—and those are enough to make me see them as subhuman.”

Yancey has produced extensive surveys which have uncovered a rather alarming statistic: 32% of all Americans have an unfavorable opinion toward conservative Christians. That’s nearly 1 out of 3 people, my dudes.

Consider the street you live on or the apartment you live in. Every third residence is occupied by someone who doesn’t like you…for no other reason than your commitment to Christ.

Mind you, most wouldn’t think of acting on their dislike with violence, or repeat the things you read above (out loud), but the fact remains they see you as a germ in society and would rather you didn’t come near.

This is why belonging to a faith community is so imperative. One of the great blessings of gathering with other saints embodies the truth that you are not alone. You may be persona non grata at work or relegated to the uncool table in your high school, but there’s a place for you at the table of grace.

Yancey, again:

We must work together to protect each other from discrimination. We no longer live in a society generally supportive of Christians. We’re going to have to support each other. An important way to do that is to develop our Christian communities. For example, support of Christian-owned businesses may be vital to help minimize the economic costs of anti-Christian discrimination. Working together to socialize our children is vital for allowing us to pass down our faith in a post-Christian culture. We can’t count on support from the larger society.

The last book of the Bible is a book about Jesus. It’s not a book about Babylon or the Beast or the number of the Beast, or Armageddon, and it’s not even about us. These things are included, but the overarching plot is the Person of Jesus Christ.

As the world shows who it really is more and more, cling to Jesus. Trust in Jesus. Come out of Babylon and run to him. Meet with him daily. Walk in his steps. Gather with Jesus people. Listen to Jesus music. Look to Jesus.

May your life be a meditation on the prayer of Patrick in 5th c. Ireland:

Christ with me,

Christ before me,

Christ behind me,

Christ in me,

Christ beneath me,

Christ above me,

Christ on my right,

Christ on my left,

Christ when I lie down,

Christ when I sit down,

Christ when I arise,

Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,

Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,

Christ in every eye that sees me,

Christ in every ear that hears me.

Tomorrow morning, get up, get dressed, and go out your door knowing this: haters gonna hate but the One who is greater gonna get you home.

Selah, beloved.