Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Redeeming Eden


I began a 21-day vision journey a few days ago—taking time intentionally each day to seek the fulfillment of the dreams God has placed in my heart.  I was inspired by a number of sources, but the main motivation for the journey was from this blog post by Holley Gerth.  

I’m struck by the travail that often occurs when we seek to see our God-ordained dreams satisfied.  Sometimes the fruition takes years of time, hard work, trials of all types.

We think that because the dreams are from God the realization of them will be
quick,
painless,
easy. 
Sometimes it is.  God is gracious.

But sometimes redemption is difficult.  That’s what our God-designed dreams mean, after all—redemption.  Working with God to bring about His vision for restoring a fallen world. 

And yes,
     even here,
          God is gracious.

Ever since the Fall, God has worked in Creation to show us the grace of His sovereign plan despite our depravity and apart-from-Him uselessness. 

He has placed 
hopes, 
plans,
ideas in us
that would never come to us,
     from us,
unless by His divine intervention in our existence. 

Think about it:  Most of our God-sized dreams aren’t really about us.  They’re about the next generation, making Creation better, innovation, reconciliation, and so on, and so on.

We couldn’t come up with these visions on our own if we tried our best and hardest from now until our dying day.  We’re too far gone but for His grace and His grace-breath within our hearts.

In Luke 2:25ff, we find the story of Simeon,
who held
     his long-awaited,
          God-initiated dream
               in his hands. 

At some point during
the 400 years of silence on the part of God toward Israel,
when the prophets and priests heard nothing from YHWH Adonai,
and Emmanuel was not yet with us,
God had whispered

     His vision
          to Simeon’s willing heart.

Simeon, longing for consolation, the Consolation of Israel, 
     redemption and Emmanuel,
must have prayed and prayed for God to show Himself mighty in Israel’s midst.  

Was he ever discouraged as he awaited the fulfillment of the visions God had spoken through Isaiah and the other prophets in centuries past? 

And then…one day…one day, the Spirit of God revealed that Salvation would arrive in Simeon’s own lifetime.  That still, small Spirit-movement had to ring as loud as a shout in Simeon’s ears, so accustomed to God’s silence. 

Yes,
the dream was placed in his heart,
to be pondered,
anticipated,
eagerly awaited. 

We aren’t told how long he waited, but he was ready and willing when the time to meet Messiah was at hand.

When the time came,
     all Simeon had to do was
          enter the Temple,
          find the infant ordained TheLordSaves,
          proclaim the Word of Most High God over Him and His parents. 
     Prophesy. 
Publically break the silence that had been
          privately broken in his heart and the hearts of Mary and Joseph. 
Give voice to the vision.

What if Simeon’s heart had never been open to hearing God’s voice or to repeating what he knew? 

What if he had given up on God’s promise? 

What if he had been afraid to enter into the Redemption of Creation? 

What if he had become impatient
     and charged into the Temple on any other day
to declare God’s Word over an infant unworthy of the appellations
     YHWH Adonai’s Salvation, Light for Revelation and for Glory?

The waiting on the Lord
     and the striving toward completion
          are worth the Glory that will be revealed
               as God calls us to our roles in Redeeming Eden.


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Like stars


Hope shines brightest in the midst of trial.

My pastor believes this.  He spoke on it this morning in his sermon.

I believe this, too.

How does bright hope pour out of the believer in the midst of 
hardship, 
tragedy, 
struggle?

It’s not simply a mindset, though there is much to be said for the strength of character that declares, “God has allowed this situation for my good and His glory, so I will trust Him for the outcome…despite these difficult circumstances.” 

It’s more than that.
    
It’s the power of Christ in us.
     The power that confounds the wise.
The power that makes the weak mysteriously emerge as strong and mighty.
     Christ’s own reflection in our lives.

I know a little something of trauma, of disappointment, of battling painful forces beyond my control.

How often, though, am I prepared to give a gentle answer to those who wonder about the Hope I have?  (I Peter 3:15)

Can others even see my Hope…or do they only see me fussing and fretting and fighting in my own strength?

Do I allow the Holy Spirit to shine through me in my hour of grief?  Do I find my identity and purpose in Christ’s own suffering for my sake?  (Philippians 2:5ff)

When this season is over, will I have completed the course well…or will I have wasted precious teachable, refining moments in frustration and faithlessness?


Do you find yourself in the midst of discouragement and distress? 
     Rest assured:  the redemption of this season is already at hand.  
          The Lord’s purposes are for your wellbeing,
               and His care for you is like that of a tender shepherd.  

His beautiful pathway for your life is upheld in His ability to know and do all things and to love you without condition or prejudice.  His glorious plans cannot be thwarted!  (Job 42:2)


Lord, may we—and the Hope that You have placed within us—shine forth like stars as we hold out the Word of Life!  (Philippians 2:15)


“God has chosen to make known among [us] the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in [us], the hope of glory.”  
(Colossians 1:27)  



Monday, March 12, 2012

Doors

Darkness.  
Inky, dense, scorching blackness.  Silence at first.  Then, a frantic clamoring.  Doors slam closed, creak open, slam again.
Chaos.  Unending chaos.  And fear so substantial you could hold it in your hands if they were untied.
Where is your breath?  Have you been able to catch it even once since you were captured?
Dragged?
Unwittingly deceived and drawn from that distant dream known as Safety?
Can’t swallow.  Can’t scream.  Can’t get the bitter taste to leave.
That darkness again.  Is that the remnant of your soul?  Slipping steadily, steadily away.  Yanked, yanked away by cold, grasping daggers of danger, defeat, despair.
Give up.  Just give in.  Why fight any longer?
Worthless.
Hopeless.
You.

Without warning, your door opens.  He stands there, with his scalpel-y switchblades of talons glinting in the sickening red fire of his eyes.
Reaching.  Reaching.
          Creeping.  Menacing.
Cowering, bound and unable to save yourself.  Destined to perish here.

In another realm, Light quells darkness.  Valor arises and vanquishes evil.  A father fights for his daughter.
He is on his way.
Battle after battle.
He cannot be deterred.
Wars fought, won.
Coming.
          He is coming.
Precious—yes, he is searching for that one thing he would die for today.
Die for any day.
And when he reaches her, she will know this:
There is no darkness too intense,
          no pain too strong,
                    no cunning too crafty
to hold them asunder any longer.

Daughter, he is coming for you!
Breathe.  Be alert!  Get ready.
Prepare to adjust your vision to the holy, white brightness of the Hope that rides on a swift horse.
Hoofbeats draw nearer
and nearer
and nearer
and…
Can you sense it?  Hairs on the back of your neck carry the boding.
He is here.  Almost.  Here.
Chaos!  Shouting!  Chaos!  Raging!
Slam, slam, slam. Creak, slam.
Crack!  Creak!  Crash!  Slam!
Doors that once stood on hinges lie splintered on the floor.
One more door.  One left.
A captor that once terrorized now lies defeated on the floor.
Last door.

Locked.
          Barred.
                    Chained.
No matter.  This door collapses beneath the determined, boot-clad foot of Father.
This is the door.  This room holds the girl.  His girl.
His treasure.
Breathe.  Breathe now.
It is finished, done.
I have come to take you back.
To take you home.

Confusion.  Why, why, why would he come for you?
What here is worth returning to safety?
What here is worth redeeming?
What here is worth loving?

He reads your eyes, he who created you.  He knows you.  He always understood this would be your reaction.
Gently, and with bloodied hands, he loosens your restraints, brushes your hair from your eyes and gazes into your soul.
Hope seeps into your emptiness.  Light trickles into the blackness that has choked your being.
His love equals freedom, and he kneels beside you with the vast expanse of this love in his eyes.
Kneels and whispers.
Yes, it is for you, my used, broken, frightened girl.  All for you.  I could not stop until I reached you, freed you, carried you home.
Rest, just rest.  It is safe.  I can protect you if you will allow me.  You will be restored.
The door of our home is always, always open to you.  Always open.
Will you allow me to restore you safely, securely there?