Wednesday, December 11, 2013

crazy gossip



1slan·der
transitive verb \ˈslan-dər\
: to make a false spoken statement that causes people to have a bad opinion of someone

So the other day I was having a conversation with a friend when she began telling me some bad stuff about an acquaintance of ours. Now, this friend is a dear one to me and she rarely speaks negatively about anyone. But this time she did. 

At the moment, I didn’t think too much of it. People say bad things about other people all the time. What’s the big deal?

Well, a few days later, I was recalling this conversation and immediately feelings of negativity began circling like a group of vultures. Because of what I’d been told I began to think less of this person. Didn’t matter if what I’d been told was true or false, the damage was already done. 

How powerful that tongue is, huh? James, a smallish book in the new testament has a lot to say about this influential little muscle. 

James 3:7-12
 
 7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
   9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

It is so easy to speak poorly about another. In fact, sometimes it can be downright fun—especially amongst a group of colleagues or friends; it’s just harmless gossip, right?

But the more God sanctifies my heart, the more I see the hypocrisy of attending church services Sunday after Sunday only to stand in the narthex afterward and slander someone’s good name, or, for that matter, someone’s bad name. 

The thing about gossip and slander is that the very people who you gossip with are probably gossiping about you when you aren’t part of the conversation. My husband and I have often talked about the irony of that.

For instance, when I visit with a group of neighbors and the conversation turns into gossip about another person in the neighborhood who no one else likes, I usually walk away wondering what they’re going to say about me?

Don’t be a gossip. Don’t be a slanderer. You might think it’s harmless fun, but it can be like a spark in the forest. Though it begins small, it spreads quickly causing a person’s life and reputation to go up in flames. 

James 3:5-6
 
5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.

Monday, December 2, 2013

the big meanie




When it comes to the Bible, the verse below is one of my favorite stories. I love it because it shows the true nature of who God is and how He wants to come to us.   

1 Kings 19:11-13
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. 

In case you aren’t familiar with the story—a few brief details. Gist of the story goes like this; Elijah, a prophet of the Lord, wins a huge contest proving who the only true God is when his sacrifice is consumed by a raging fire from heaven while the false god, Baal’s, sacrifice sits dry as a bone untouched and sparkless.

Elijah should be happy—should be. He’s won a great victory. He should be dancing for joy and celebrating. Instead, he’s running away in fear. Turns out the evil queen, Jezebel, is a bit miffed about the outcome of the contest. Elijah’s victory means that people may stray from their devotion to her god. In other words, she’s out to get Elijah. Big time.  

So Elijah runs and hides in the desert and prays that he might die. He’s sick and tired of dealing with the Israelites who promise to follow God and never actually do. Elijah’s bent over backward trying to turn the people of the Lord back to the Lord. Now he’s had it. These people are stubborn, disobedient, dishonest and they only believe in God when it serves their purposes.

Defeated, Elijah wanders into the desert and waits for death to release him from his misery. After spending a night or two in the desert, Elijah travels to Mt. Horeb to meet with God himself. When Elijah reaches the top, he finds a cave to sleep in. Little does he know that God’s been watching. He’s been listening. And He’s coming down to have a little heart-to-heart with him.

 And the word of the LORD came to [Elijah]: “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
   10 [Elijah] replied, “I have been very zealous for the LORD God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.”
   11 The LORD said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.”
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

What I like best about this story is the fact that God is not in the powerful wind. He’s not in the earthquake. He’s not in the fire. No, when God comes down to speak with Elijah, He comes as a quiet whisper—a whisper that’s enough to convince Elijah that God really does care, He really is concerned about every detail of Elijah’s life. How do I know this? Because God has a solution for Elijah. 

God comes down to remind Elijah that He is for him, not against him. He gives Elijah some friends, some buddies to share the work load with—to refresh his spirit, to come alongside and rally around him. 

15 The LORD said to [Elijah], “Go back the way you came, and go to the Desert of Damascus. When you get there, anoint Hazael king over Aram. 16 Also, anoint Jehu son of Nimshi king over Israel, and anoint Elisha son of Shaphat from Abel Meholah to succeed you as prophet. 17 Jehu will put to death any who escape the sword of Hazael, and Elisha will put to death any who escape the sword of Jehu.

It’s easy to think of God as the big meanie in the sky, the One who sends destruction and disaster upon us; a God who could care less about us frail humans who wander around the world searching for hope, grace, kindness, love.

The next time you feel like blaming God for your troubles, look to this story. God is not in the blustery wind. He’s not in the devastating earthquake. And He’s not in the blazing fire. He’s there as a gentle whisperer ready to talk to you, convince you that He cares and that He’s coming down to help you.

Monday, November 25, 2013

crazy forty




Turning forty in T-minus eight days has me pondering death. I know that sounds melodramatic, but it’s true. Lately, I just can’t stop thinking about it. 

Someone once told me that turning forty is no biggie, that you’re only as old as you feel. Yea, I’m not buying that. Tell that to my cranky knees and failing eyesight. Tell that to the aches and pains in my joints. 

I hate that my body is changing. I hate that cold temps rock my body with pain I’ve never felt before. I used to love my birthday. Loved it. But that was before now. Forty, yea, I’m not so excited about this one.

Let’s face it, death is a bit scary. The unknown staring us down. Quite honestly, it’s the unfamiliar that makes it hard for me—what kind of mysteries await us? 

As a kid, I worried about dying, mostly because I didn’t want to go to heaven. Yup, you read it correctly; I didn’t want to go to heaven. For some reason, I pictured heaven as a place where we would all spend an eternity painting like Bob Ross. Forever and ever. Yikes! Did I mention that I hate to paint?

In fact, as a youngster I was so scared of dying that some nights I was reluctant to lay my head on my pillow. I would sit up in bed scared to death over, well, death. That’s when I decided it was time to take my worries to the only One who could help me get past these fears—God. 

And He did. 

After my junior year in college, I spent the summer as a counselor at a bible camp called Outlaw Ranch. Every week, a team of us drove to a nearby small town to run a week-long day camp for kids.

After we’d gassed up our seventies van, we headed out to the interstate, little suspecting what was about to take place. A few minutes in to the trip, one of our tires blew. Our van went careening towards the exit. 

In that moment, I knew that I was going to die. The miraculous thing is, I wasn’t afraid, not one bit. I felt satisfied and at peace. If this was my last day on earth, I could handle it. I truly could. An answer to prayer for sure.

Skip ahead, oh, eighteen years or so to the present. Now that I’m an adult, I wonder about death more. Ponder it more. While I know that turning forty doesn’t mean my life is over, there is something sobering about having lived half of it, give or take.

And though I’m no longer afraid of spending an eternity painting, I do have other fears. Mostly, it’s over the unknown. What will heaven be like? Will we see our family, the ones who have gone before us? Will we ever get to sit on God’s lap? Questions like these swirl around inside my brain stirring up new fears—fears over the mystery that awaits us. 

A very wise pastor once told me, “I don’t know what heaven will be like, but I know I won’t be disappointed.” Isn’t that beautiful? His words that day calmed my fears. I figured if God can take a world racked with sin, grief, and pain and still manage to make it beautiful, how much better will it be in heaven where there will be no more pain, grief, sickness or, most importantly, death.

That kind of heaven I can handle. So even if I do have to paint like Bob Ross for an eternity (which I’m pretty sure I won’t) I’m suddenly not so scared. Though I don’t know what awaits me in heaven, I know I won’t be disappointed. And neither will you.