Wednesday, August 12, 2020

The Problem with Being a Good Person

I would consider myself a good person.  Yeah...Looking back on my life, I could say that I never did anything too bad.  I’m not like other sinners.  I’ve never smoked, got drunk, slept around.  Never killed anyone.  Didn’t steal from a store.  I’m a good person.  Maybe that’s the problem.

     If someone were to ask me, “What did Jesus save you from,” the truth is, I might have a harder time pinpointing something, because I can so easily show how good I am.  My journey with Christ is more described chapter by chapter; season by season, rather than a complete turn around.  There are pivotal marks such as “praying the sinner’s prayer” or “making my faith my own.”  However to describe my faith, the longer I walk with God, the more I find how much I need Him.  I have come to the realization that I am not as good as I believe.  Nevertheless, it is amazing how quickly I can admit my trust in God, and within moments, throw myself into a confidence of my own ability.  

     This is not only a problem.  This is a conscious decision that has dangerous - eternal- ramifications.

     Most of humanity doesn’t fail to meet Jesus due to a lack of recognizing they have badness inside of them.  It is due to a lack of recognizing their own goodness is nothing compared to the goodness of God.  Society is bent on proving oneself.  We aim.  We strive.  We fall.  We try again.  Doing the same thing over and over.  Pushing ourselves to add more effort every round, in hopes to gain the approval of God.  Maybe He’ll be proud of my intent to do good.  Yet, it doesn’t do any good.  After failing once more, we sit, surrounded by the sin that entangles us.  The more we try, the more wrapped and chained we become.

     We don’t know where to stop.  We don’t know where to begin.  Because we are still convinced that we are somehow good enough to earn the pleasure of God’s smile...if just given the opportunity (wait...make that opportunities) to do so.  Yet, the prophet, Isaiah clearly stated, “But we are all like an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags; we all fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away (Isaiah 64:6, emphasis added).”

     Wait.  All of us?  Not surely me.  I’m good.  I’ve done good things.  I’m involved in ministry.  I worship Jesus.  I’m a good person, right?  Right?

     We know that humanity is not perfect, however, we struggle to agree that no matter how many good deeds we commit, it is outweighed by a single act of sin.  A single act of doing something wrong.  We like being fair.  As Americans, we like our sense of democracy.  Er go, we enjoy majority rules.  We apply this to our spirituality by attesting that if we accomplish more good deeds than bad, then our salvation must be secured.  

     However, we are not taking into account that flawed, good-intentioned humans are interacting with an all-holy, all-righteous, and perfect God.  This morning, in my devotions, I read about how David brought the ark home back to Jerusalem.  At one point, the oxen carrying the ark stumbled, and Uzza, a soldier, ran up to steady the cart.  In touching the ark (which symbolized the actual presence of God), he died.  I wondered if it could be possible that Uzza just came into the presence of God, and it overwhelmed him physically, that he died.  Yet, the Bible says that God’s anger was aroused at Uzza (see 1 Chronicles 13:5-12).  Whatever imperfection Uzza had in his life; what sin that was not repented for according to the Law encountered God’s holiness and was found wanting.  Something that we, American New Testament, grace-filled Christians don’t like to acknowledge is the God we worship is holy.  And He requires complete righteousness to stand before Him.
    Former President George W. Bush once said, “We judge individuals by their actions.  We [desire to] be judged by our intentions.”  The irony is that God judges both.  He looks at our actions.  And yet, even if we are doing good things, with the wrong motives, He calls them sin.  I was taking a walk out by the high school and reflected on the 10 Commandments.  At first glance, I have done well by them.  However, when I remembered that Jesus quoted, “But I say to you…”, I found myself not in the image I originally portrayed myself.



The Commandment (see Exodus 20:1-17)

Jesus Checking Internal Motive

How I Have Broken it, Personally

  1. I am the Lord your God

Worship the Lord your God and serve Him only (Luke 4:8)

I have put my interests before what God would want, even when I knew that God wanted something different.

  1. Have no idols


When I have put people on a pedestal; when I believe someone’s words to have more weight than what Jesus has said.

  1. Do not take the Lord’s name in vain


When I have flippantly put God into a phrase, but there is no reverence tied to it (did this here and there as a kid).

  1. Keep the Sabbath day

Man was not created for the sabbath, but the sabbath was created for man (Mark 2:27).

Refusing to take a day of rest from work.  Becoming a workaholic, and focusing every break time to my job.

  1. Honor your father and mother


My mom and I fighting when I was a teen.  Being argumentative.

  1. Do not murder

Hatred in your heart = murder (Matthew 5:21-22).

I have become so angry that I struggle to forgive.  Essentially, I begin to hate the person who hurt me (or hurt people I love.)

  1. Do not commit adultery

Looking at an individual with lust in the heart (Matthew 5:27-28).

Navigating attractions, along with my sense of need to be loved, I have blurred lines in my mind that certain things are okay, when they are indeed not.

  1. Do not steal


Cheating on a test, as a kid...basically, stealing the answer.

  1. Do not lie


I did this a lot as a kid.  Recently, I have found that I can be prone to twisting words, or lying, when I fear getting in trouble.

  1. Do not covet


Becoming envious after someone.  Usually tempted to do this when I compare myself to someone.


    Paradoxically, it doesn’t just take the re-specified measures that Jesus made the commandments to know that I broke the Law.  Going down the list, I can affirmably state that I have broken EVERY single one.  Forget James’ direction that if you break one, you break them all...I HAVE BROKEN THEM ALL (see James 2:10)!  Analyzing situations where I have sinned, I also found that other commandments were tied and broken in the process.  These commandments were often interrelated.  
      Up front, I would call myself a good person.  I haven’t killed anyone.  Haven’t slept around.  I’m not like other people.  I’m not perfect, but bad?  Initially, I wouldn’t say so.  And yet...in God’s sight, my righteousness (or what I think I can attest) is as filthy rags.  About a year ago, I taught a lesson to my youth group called, #Nasty.  It was an object-based lesson showing rags of different levels of red dye on white cloths.  

     One was bloodshot; one was slightly splattered, the last had barely any drops.  I proposed the question: “On a scale of 0-10, how nasty do you think you are?”  I continued on with the lesson, describing my father’s testimony (which included alcoholism and sleeping around before marriage), followed by my testimony.  I announced my “big” sin as fighting with my mother.  Finally, I stated, “In God’s eyes, my rebellion against my mother was just as nasty a sin as my father’s alcoholism.”  It got so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

     We often see our own “goodness” when we compare ourselves to others.  But we will see our depravity when we compare ourselves to God.  The problem with “good” people is we have forgotten the complete goodness of God, and continue to justify what righteousness we think we have.  In doing so, we, like many of the Pharisees, fail to repent and trust in Jesus, because we see no need for it.  We love Jesus minutely, because we believe we have been forgiven minutely.

     We essentially cheapen Jesus’ sacrifice, because our sin was not that much to pay for.  

     We are convinced that we can earn our own salvation.  Or tied to our old traditional, worldly ways, we believe we should have to be the ones to earn our salvation.  Usually the former gives way to the latter, at some point.
    We are left with knowing there is a God, but webbed in an instinctual heartache of pursuing performance over grace.  Jesus’ sacrifice is big enough for hell, but our adoption as children of God remains a title to be earned.  There is a battle in the mind.  We know our sin is great enough to require penance.  But we have transitioned our minds to fully accept the truth that salvation has nothing to do with us, save for receiving a free gift. 
    When we finally recognize our sin, we go into overall mode, and push ourselves into “good works”, to relay our confidence, once again, in ourselves. Rather than what God did for us.  There are three ways Christians reflect on what Jesus did at the Cross.




    We can uphold our own goodness.  Forgetting that our sin, as “small” as compared to others, we run into a mode of pride.  We exalt God’s goodness, confess it in our hearts and actions. We are confident in our righteousness.   However, we become legalistic and push others to get it right with God, as well...as fast as we did.  We don’t understand why others struggle with sin or stumble with lies.  We equate knowledge and easy follow through as having a relationship with God.  

     We can go to the other side of the spectrum.  We suddenly become utterly aware of our sin.  We are apologetic, and rightly so.  Somber about what Jesus has done, we then become consumed in seeking to please God. We are driven by shame.  Striving to do our best, we act more as a servant than as a son.  Still yearning for love, we equate good works with proving our love to God.

       The third position is, however, the most healthy.  In my opinion, the perspective that God wishes we would take.  We have a repentant heart.  We turn to Him, but as grateful as we are for salvation, we also rejoice in the title He has for us: child.  He allows us to call Him “Daddy”, as well as “Lord”.  Our souls perpetuated by joy, we are excited to share about Christ, because of what HE has done in our lives. 

    Here is the key feature about salvation.  It was never about us.  In the three ways to respond to Christ, two still, imperatively, trust their efforts will put them right with God.  But our efforts could never save us to begin with!  Why would we think that we could continue the work of sanctification in our own strength, when our strength wasn’t enough to give birth to it?!  When it comes to the discussion of faith, we must learn to rely on Jesus, rather than ourselves.  Our goodness - no matter how much or how little you think you have - will never be enough.

     As hopeless a statement that may sound (to be told you will never be good enough), the truth is, accepting such a clause frees you to receive Jesus’s free gift, by faith.  If you are convinced that you have to prove yourself to the Lord of everything; to be in good standing with the Creator of all things, then your hands are too full to grab onto what He has for you. 
    Below this blog, I have a list of references for a personal study.  But may I clue you in on something?  The people who received Jesus’ gift by faith did so without proving their own righteousness.  The ones who justified their own efforts to meet God walked away never meeting Him at all.  

     When we are told to leave securities or forsake the things that we find our identity and worth in, we will either find that Jesus is enough, or we will walk away.  We may admit the existence of God; we can even confess that He is good, but if we never stop trusting in our own riches, we will lose track of Jesus and walk away from the eternity He has for us (and arguably, away from salvation, as well). 
    God loves you!  

     Let me rephrase: GOD loves you!  God LOVES you!  God loves YOU!  If you are like me, you may have lived your life trying to figure out why nobody cares for you, or why your efforts aren’t enough to gain the affirmation you so desire.  Wondered if all you are good for is what you do.  And yet...God sees you, loves you, and wants you to become His child.  It wasn’t about how good you are.  It never was.  He knew He was the only one who could redeem you from your sin and make you His own.  So, He put the responsibility on Himself to do just that.  

     Will you stop trusting in your own ability; your own righteousness?  Will you believe that God is more than enough for you...and that is okay?  Come to Him and rest in His grace.



For further study, check out the following topics/verses:

*Matthew the Tax Collector (Mark 2:18-17; Matthew 9:9-13; Luke 5:27-32)

*More than Sacrifices (Hosea 6:6; Micah 6:6-8)

*The Rich Young Ruler (Mark 10:17-31; Matthew 19:16-30)

*Parable of the Tax Collector and Pharisee (Luke 18:9-14)

*Zacchaeus (Luke 19:1-10)
*Woman Caught in Adultery (John 8:1-12)
*Woman Washes Jesus’ Feet (Luke 7:36-50; Matthew 26:6-13)
*Galatians 1:1-3:29

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Faith to Believe Part 2

      
Pastor Kent, from Busby, MT, was sharing his testimony of healing at IYC.
     In 2017, he found out his kidneys were shutting down.  He was put on dialysis, and it was a long and rough process in the time-being.  At night, he had to be hooked up to a machine to filter his wastes, and he was continually tired.  There were moments he was angry and didn’t understand why God would allow this.  The doctors tested for a kidney match, and nothing came through.  Until early of 2020.  There was a kidney match in Colorado, but Pastor Kent was notified that there were two individuals before him.  Kent’s wife, Jamie, was told by a friend, “This kidney is his.  I know it!”  Later another call came.  The first two in the list fell through.  The hospital asked, “Can you be here, tomorrow?”  The family packed up.  Jamie’s job collected money - enough to pay for all the expenses, except for food.  And in February, Pastor Kent Burnette had a new kidney, and was able to get off dialysis.  The family looks back on this surgery as a complete miracle, as within a month, the COVID crisis hit the nation (which would have prohibited Kent from having the surgery, due to health risks).
     He finished telling his testimony with, “I know that God can heal you, too!”
     An unexpected small tension built in my stomach at the hearing of that phrase.  Later that afternoon, I found myself asking God while running, “Daddy, am I at a point where I am finding it hard to celebrate with others when they have been healed?”  Almost 30-years-old, and my hand remains the way it always has been.  I still have to take medication for a seizure disorder that began when I was 11-years-old.  There have been moments where God has moved, but overall, I am reminded how things have stayed the same...even after being prayed for by a group of people.
     How can I admit this?  I’ve been a long time Christian, and even help in ministry...And yet, the secret I carry is that I struggle with doubt when it comes to physical healing - primarily my own.  I will jump to pray for others.  However, I am increasingly hesitant to allow others to pray for me.  With every prayer, and every lack of result, it is only an added stab to my heart.
     I was able to get excited hearing Pastor Kent’s story.  However, when he added that God can heal me, that’s when my heart became hurt.  And it’s something that for most of my life, I’ve had to carry alone.
     A couple days after Pastor Kent’s testimony, our team was going deep into worship.  I was just sitting, when an elder came to me.  “Let me see your hand,” she said.  “The Lord is going to give you understanding for things that you had questions.” [Oh crap!  Here came the tears - BIG TIME!] “You haven’t told many people, but He has heard you.  You are not forgotten.  You are right where you need to be.  You are going to be a wise woman.” 
     She was right.  I haven’t told anybody my fears and apprehensions when it comes to my personal healing.  There was one lady on Facebook I shared some of my questions, but that was mainly because she, too, has the same questions.  I have struggled to have faith...and yet, I have kept it to myself, mainly, because I know I should have faith.  What would my friends and family think, for having this doubt?  Do they know what it is like to wait for a promise for their entire life?  And yet...to this day, my hand remains the same.  
     The pain.  The questions.  It is real.
     And yet…
     God knows the questions I have asked in the dark.  He is aware of the hurt I bear.  And as alone as I feel with this burden, He has always been there with me.  Despite all the wonderings I have attempted to navigate, it has never changed how He sees me.  The following night, God told me, “I see you as whole.”  Aside from living with cerebral palsy and a seizure disorder, my greatest battle amidst it all is how I have seen myself with a disability.  I have seen myself as broken.  However, God sees me as whole.  
     I chose to look deeper at 2 Corinthians 12:7-10 (my least favorite Scripture in the Bible).  I noted four things:
  1. The thorn in Paul’s flesh was originally a messenger of Satan
  2. Paul asked for the thorn to be removed, but was refused
  3. He had since learned that he would have exalted himself, if he didn’t have it in his life.  
  4. He became more dependent on God’s strength than on his own.

     How does this apply?  The stroke that caused the disability was not from God.  He is not sadistic in wanting us to be hurt.  However, in not opening my right hand to look like the other...I am faced to observe my personal motives of being exalted.  Honestly, I would like to be the “hero”, the “main focus”.  By exalting myself, nevertheless, I fail to exalt God.  Furthermore, I know that I would depend on my own strength, rather than on God’s.  Trust me.  I’m good at being independent.  And it has gotten me into trouble when I fail to seek God for His assistance.  
     There is another pastor, from IYC, Dean Buffalo.  He, too, has cerebral palsy.  A businessman once asked him why God hadn’t healed his hand (although Pastor Dean was healed from brain damage).  His reply was: “Because God is his right hand.” Pastor Dean has learned that he is able to rely on God’s strength.
     On the last day of camp, I had two epiphanies.  
  1.  I have held onto the expectation that God must prove His goodness to me by healing me on earth.  This is partially why I have felt frustration in this situation.  Will I trust that God continues to be good, even if the way that I desire He heals me is different than how He actualizes it?  
  2. Most importantly - if I had a choice, what would I choose?  Would I rather be healed from CP/seizure disorder, and no longer depend on God to be in my life, or would I rather still have my hand as it is, and continue to depend on (and love) God throughout my life?

     Don’t get me wrong.  I would love to have my hand opened.  But never at the expense of walking away from my God.  I’ll choose the latter.

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

How God Showed Me My Worth Through Kitchen Duty


        
 Confession.  There is a part of Scripture that I don’t like reading.  With its words, I am forced to face a grievance, that for my entire life, would rather deny.  Ironically, it’s a part of the Bible that most Christians find hope in.  I have a hard time doing that.  I hate admitting that I must look beyond myself for strength I know I don’t have.  

     “And He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’  Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.  Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake.  For when I am weak, I am strong.” 
- 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

     I don’t remember not fearing insecurities; specifically, fearing that people may define me by my ability.  I have believed that the first thing people see about me is my right hand (or the limp).  In American society, we pride ourselves in what we can do; and whatever weakest link is identified, we cut it.  Be stronger.  Be faster.  Be smarter.  Be bigger.  However, when God tells me to take pleasure in my struggles and weakness, it runs counter.  It is counter culture.  It is uncomfortable.  And it rubs me the wrong way.
     I fear being called a handicap.  I fear that my worth has been diminished because of what I can’t do.  Part of this whole knowing God’s love for me is tied to my value as a human.  And I don’t see it.  I surely can mask it.  I act tougher than I am.  Release tears in secret.  Show up to help someone else to prove I have a purpose.
     I legitimately helped out in the school kitchen during the COVID school shut down, because our community had a need, and they were in want of hands.  We made sandwiches and would assemble 1,000-1,220 lunches everyday for the remainder of the school year.  However, a few weeks in, and my insecurities started showing their face.  I have managed to adapt and maneuver gross motor skills.  However, when it comes to fine motor...well...to this day, I am still lacking.
     Give me a box of sandwiches, I can carry it without any problem.  I’ve taught myself to use my abdomen muscles to balance for my left arm.  Nevertheless, ask me to bag a sandwich…
     I. Am.  Slow.
     I was the slowest on the team.  Same goes for the assembly line.  (You can only pack so many lunches with one hand compared to everyone’s two hands.)  There were certain prep-work tasks that I was moved from one place to another, because my right hand couldn’t hold something properly, or my pace wasn’t as fast as others.  
     Mentally, I started wanting to quit.  I came, most days, however, there were mornings I had to talk myself into helping.  I felt like a handicap.  The slow one.  It was obvious, there were times that I needed assistance.  And in my mind - to need assistance was a detriment to my worth.  
     I want to clarify that no one called me a handicap, or created an atmosphere that I was a problem.  No one seemed troubled that they would be my second hand in assembling the food.  Often the moving around was because they were trying to find a place that fit me best. Which brings me to my overall point.
     There were very few moments in my life where there was someone who was ignorantly and explicitly outed me for living with a disability.  However, that wasn’t the vast majority.  It’s not that my community saw me as a handicap.  I have defined myself as such. I have lacked seeing the value in myself, based on my ability.  It’s not my friends that see my hand, primarily.  It’s me.  It’s quite the juxtaposition.  I tell my students that they have a purpose, that it’s okay to need help (everyone does, at sometime or another).  I tell them that despite where they are weak, they have strengths to share.  However, here I am...having a hard time believing that my worth is not determined by what I can’t do.
     It’s also not determined by what I can do.  It’s the fact that I exist, and am present.  
     In those moments where I wanted to go home, because I felt that I was too slow, I was reminded of a common saying, “No one can do everything.  But everyone can do something.”  I was trying to convince myself that my pace should’ve excluded me from helping, because, “Wouldn’t it be better if they had two-usable-handed people who can assemble at a quick pace?”  But I think the Holy Spirit was trying to show that even my one-extra hand was needed...it was vital.  After all, there was only a small group of people that would come in.  Every head and every hand was a necessity to make sure that 1,200 students in our town would be fed.  Even if one of those heads had only one working hand to offer.
       Our American society defines the worth of an individual by what they can do.  However, the paradox of life is that we find ourselves in positions where we don’t have strength.  We have two choices at that moment.  You can lie down and grovel in pity, or learn to stand in the worth God has for you.  Our value is not determined by what we can do; nor undermined by what we can’t do.  It is the fact that we are God’s creation, and He sees us as valuable.
***
     There was a time, soon after I had lost a job, my cousin challenged me to see the win in my situation.  Honestly, I was trying to come up with something spiritual, but he asked me to go deeper.  “Can you believe that God has a picture of you in His wallet?  Can you imagine that God has your picture on His desk and is there cheering you on?”  I was glad it was nighttime, because I was starting to cry.  At that time, I still defined my worth based on my ability; so, any failure reflected that mentality.  And yet...God doesn’t measure my worth on my ability, but rather on His ability.
     The cool bit about the Bible is that God used people with inferiority complexes.  I think He did it, because He’s showing that the miracle of redemption isn’t about us, but rather His.  The prophet, Jeremiah, was one such man.  When God called him, He said, “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you.  Before you were born, I sanctified [set apart] you.  I ordained [appointed] you as a prophet to the nations...Do not say, ‘I am a youth,’ for you shall go to all to whom I send you, and whatever I command you, you shall speak (Jeremiah 1:5, 7).”  Jeremiah wasn’t called because of great ability, nor his absence of weakness...He was called because God specifically created Jeremiah with a purpose.
***
     In the process of kitchen duty lessons, I am finding that God has made me in such a way, specifically, as well.  I recently caught on a new series, The Chosen.  It details Jesus’ ministry with his disciples.  One thing that stands out is that every disciple featured has their own character, personality, and strength.  There were scenes where Jesus affirmed something in a disciple, that so often we criticize!  
    In fearing what people may think about me - which was only a projection of my own self-loathing - I have come to the realization that I am a perpetuator of comparing myself with others.  Often, I lean toward the side of feeling less than others.  I have fallen in the trap of comparing myself to my friends.  If there arises a situation where I find my strength more exemplified than another, I have found a small amount of delight (sadistic, I know.  I am still being sanctified, so let’s just be grateful that God is bringing this to my mind so it can be properly dealt with).  
     However, since seeing the show and God emphasizing that my value is based on how He sees me, not on my ability...I have learned to appreciate my personality, and the things that God has instilled in me.  Moreover, as the disciples weren’t the same, I have also learned to cherish the things that God has put in my friends, even if they are different.  God made all of us, with different personalities, strengths, ideas and perspectives - and all are valuable.  We each play a part in glorifying God.  As a whole, we are the salt and light of Christ to this world.



Monday, June 1, 2020

The Earth is Weeping

“For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it in hope; because the creation itself will be delivered from the bondage of corruption into the glorious liberty of the children of God.  For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.  Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body.  For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees?  But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance.”  -Romans 8:19-25


The earth is weeping.
Groaning with perpetuated pains,
Maimed with sorrows that were borne
With the first step of sin.

The earth is weeping.
A gnashing of brutality unleashed;
Ravaged by war and disease.
We claim to be united, and yet,
Divided, we are falling.

The earth is weeping…
How long has it been 
Since the Lamb was shed?
Here we remain, laboring,
Waiting
For the fullness of Redemption
To reign freely in our hearts and land.

Fear has driven us into hiding
So that a virus will not threaten our security.
Old wounds caused by hatred has driven us
To the streets, brother against brother.

More things can be listed;
More offenses can be named.
God, You know them all.

The weight produces a silence 
Too strong to utter.
Only the sound of a mutter…
A groan can be heard.

May I stand with those who have had to stand;
To mourn with those who have mourned;
To learn to pray with those who have waited
For Your promises so long?

Will a hand be extended
So that the declaration of Jesus’ love
For all humanity can be actualized?
Perhaps 2020 will look less like 1820,
And more like
The dream of a King
Who only iterated the heart's cry
Of the Heavenly throne.

God, forgive us when we have worshipped You,
But failed to see Your design in the eyes
Of another color.

God, forgive us when we have failed to speak
In the hours of injustice.
God, forgive us when we have become rash,
Defending our honor and denying the patience
In which to hear humility’s other.

God, forgive us when we have failed to empathize,
Mocking one’s concern for the future as a note 
Of a lack of faith.
God, forgive us when we have forced society
To choose sides based on the tactic of an invisible foe.

God, forgive us when we have justified our rebellion
As we have witnessed the execution 
Of another’s disobedience.
God, forgive us when we have exchanged
Cultural perception for theological debate.

The earth is weeping,
Anticipating the sons and daughters
Of Heaven to bear the image of Christ
As salt and light
To the dead and destitute.

And yet...with all that we are faced…
You still remain, and You have never changed.
The cross bears the blood and nail scars -
A witness to the chasm of hell’s appetite satisfied by God’s breath.

Where is it’s sting?  Where is it’s victory?
We are tempted to believe our groans 
Prove evidence enough the daily chaos
Makes the tearing of the veil null and void.
Nonetheless, that is further from the truth.

For though the world weeps, it groans.
And though it groans from the pain of sin,
It groans as in labor before the birth of new life.
Creation waits with expectation and hope
The salvation purchased will transform
Our hearts into a new realization.

Our patience tempts to wane,
However, Your promises are sustained.
Our finite cannot comprehend
The fruition of Truth beyond our own time.

You are faithful.
You are Lord.
There will be joy for our mourning.
There will be beauty for our ashes.
Exchanging yokes of burden
For an offering of praise.
The name of Jesus forever will reign!

Lord, call our names.
Draw us near;
Beckon us to seek Your face.
May we humble ourselves.
Forgive us our wrongs,
And may repentance have its good work in us.
Heal our land.
But most of all, Lord God,
Heal our souls.