ANOTHER WAY OF LOOKING AT LIFE
Words matter because words have power. Words have power to save lives and words have power to destroy lives. Words spoken to us, for us, over us, by us, by teachers, parents, and others, and it goes on and on.
The best part of the story is God’s words have the most power. It’s like the trump suit in a trick-taking card game. In the game of Hearts the suit has authority – for example your small little two of hearts beats that giant King of Diamonds. That’s just how it works. Fortunately for us, it is the same with God’s word. His words have authority over all the other words spoken in our lives. If someone didn’t know the rules of the game, they might not know their little ole two of hearts had such power over the King of Diamonds. Let us not forget the rules of the word game. Rather, let us apply generously God’s words to all circumstances of our lives.
Jeremiah 23:29 says Gods word is like a fire and Gods word is like a hammer that breaks a rock into pieces. I’ve often used that example with young children – think of God’s word like a hammer. What does a hammer do? So it’s just nails, right? Yet, when the nails are driven in properly and in the right places, they actually hold everything together and make it all stable. That’s the power of God’s word in our life – it holds everything together and makes us stable. On the other side of the hammer head, there’s this fork-looking prong. What’s that for? Pulling out unwanted pieces or breaking down something that stubbornly wants to remain or as God says “breaks a rock into pieces.” That’s the power of God’s word in our lives – to get rid of unkind, untrue, unjust words spoken to us, about us – breaking down those lies of Satan we may have actually believed.
Most of the Word we get comes straight out of the Bible. Sometimes though God just speaks to our heart. When God whispers in your ear, it is the most delightful thing. I found out for the first time when I was about 7 years old. I was walking home from a friend’s house, about 5 houses away from my house. I was just one house away, oh so close, but not quite safely home – when a very large dog charged me and ferociously stood his ground barking at the edge of my yard. I was frozen stiff with fear. I literally could not move. I couldn’t breathe and I thought I was going to die. I was sure that dog was going to eat me; I just wasn’t sure if anyone would hear me screaming while that was happening because it was sort of on the backside of my house. It doesn’t matter anyway because right now I couldn’t scream if my life depended on it. There was an entire yard and a garage between where I was standing and where the front door of our house was. This huge great dane was as tall or taller than I was! (ok, I know that’s not saying much as I’ve always been short) – but when you are 7 – this is a BIG DEAL! I would say I was having a panic attack but those words weren’t invented yet! I was face to face with a very real fear – and in that moment, God whispered in my ear these words, “Hold your head up high and walk on by.” I don’t recall if He said He would be by my side and I certainly couldn’t quote Bible verses about walking through the valley of the shadow of death… Here’s is what I did know in that moment – I knew God was my protection – I knew He was my defender – I knew He was with me. I live to tell the story, so obviously I did exactly that – I put my head up high and walked on by. It was a totally amazing trick I learned at an early age! It’s called, do exactly what God says! AKA put your head up high and ACT like the child of God you are!
Fast forward ….. I’m 21 years old and find myself in a place I never dreamed I’d be. I’m newly single with two under three and I’ve just been released from a relationship which I now understand I was never called to in the first place. Yet at the time, I had spent the last three years praying and toiling to make it work, so it was painful. I also really believed God was going to answer that prayer, so it was confusing. Many women in the church were curious to know what had happened. Under interrogation one day, I told the story of my husband cheating numerous times with as few details as possible. Later a woman called me aside for some words of wisdom. By this time, I had pretty much made a mess of my life and not walked the path God had planned for me. So here I am. I don’t have high opinion of myself and I think going to church for a long time probably equals godliness or at least a truckload of wisdom for sure. Experience has taught me this is not always the truth. Praise God for when it is and I will commit to being one of the times when it is for others. But hey, when it’s not, let’s call it what’s its not! This lady whispers these words to me – “you know, honey, you can fix this. If you just give your husband what he wants in the bedroom, he won’t be going other places to find it.” As those words fell on my ears I froze, I wasn’t sure I could breath. I certainly couldn’t move. I was stuck in one of those old church pews that only fits two people! In lightening speed the thought got past my brain and lodged into my heart – “this is my fault, I didn’t do enough, I wasn’t good enough.” If I had actually taken the time to tell this lady what the previous two years had entailed in the name of saving the marriage, her ears would not have been able to handle it. Luckily before I could do any such thing, God practically pushed me out of the pew with a gentle “Hold your head up high and walk on by.” I didn’t need to say anything and so I didn’t. I didn’t have a Bible verse to quote about when all have turned their backs on you, God is still for you -- yet in that moment God’s words held me together and caused me to be stable enough to do nothing and walk away with confidence. Considering the fact that I was homeless, jobless, and a single mother of two, I can’t even tell you how I could have had confidence in God; yet somehow I did just because of His words to me.
It took a while but God’s words also smashed like a rock into pieces the lies Satan planted in my heart that day. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t do enough. Even though I knew I had done more than God would have ever required, those little dark and twisty lies wrapped around my heart. Lies the devil hoped would hold me back from God’s purpose for my life. When you are down, he wants to keep you down, because hey, he came to kill, steal and destroy you – that’s just how the game is played. I would be willing to bet; if I was betting kinda gal ;) wink, wink, you have experienced something similar. Unkind words – those are not God’s words. Unjust words – those are not God’s words. Words designed to knock you out of the game – those are not God’s words.
God’s words are designed to lift us up, build us up, secure us in the place He has called us to. God’s words are designed to cause us to live out the purpose He has for us. God has both a purpose and a plan. He says I know the plans I have for you, to give you hope and a future. He says we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus, to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Ephesians 2:10) Can you say I am God’s masterpiece and I am loved by my Maker?
Meanwhile back at the hammer… The hammer head is easy. Fill yourself with God’s word about you and every other aspect of life – and you will have a solid foundation and be stable and used for good purposes. The fork prong side – a little work is required. Search your heart – pray and ask God to reveal to you the hidden lies and then seek out what God’s word says about those things and let His word smash those unwanted things likes rocks into pieces.
I pray today God will reveal to you hidden areas you can apply His word to. I pray He will reveal more and more of Himself to you that you may know more of Him and just how much you mean to Him. To the One who died so we can hold our heads up high and act like the child of God we are. Amen.
Psalm 3:3 “But You, O Lord, are a shield for me, My glory and the One who lifts up my head.”
I grew up about a block from Disneyland. I could hear and see the fireworks every night at 8:00 p.m. in the winter and 9:00 p.m. in the summer. As sure as the sun would come up every morning and go down every night, Tinkerbell would fly and the Disney fireworks would light up the sky. I don’t know how I knew Tinkerbell would fly; that was just the way the story went. The fireworks were a “sure thing” though – a nightly ritual at our house – a display not to missed. Our dad had built a patio cover with a ladder and we would just climb the ladder, sit on the roof, and enjoy a beautiful light show every night.
Those fireworks were “faithful.” Rain or shine, there were fireworks. Bad day or good day, there were fireworks. To this day, whenever I see fireworks, I can’t help but think of Disneyland. Many nights I lay falling asleep wondering what was inside the magical kingdom that inspired such awesome light shows every night. I was six years old and my first trip to Disney was a big deal. My first ride was “It’s A Small World.” With music (now you have that tune in your head? It’s a Small World, after all….) and costumes from around the world on adorable dancing dolls – what more could a girl want? I did not want to leave that ride. “Back in the day” it was not so crowded and my dad just let me keep on riding over and over again and again. The next ride was “Dumbo”, the pink flying elephant. It was magical and again I kept flying over and over again. Then I was done. I had been to Disneyland and I was happy. That was it, could not be happier. At least, in my six-year-old naïve state, I didn’t think I could be any happier. They say it’s the happiest place on earth. And it was kinda like heaven until….
I was pretty much ready to leave happy and my dad insisted I needed to go on more rides. He said, “We don’t have use the e-tickets, but we have to use the c-tickets at least and we have one left.” And that’s how it went down, the ride of my life – Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride! My dad pushed me onto the ride, saying “I’ll see you at the other end!” and there I was, all by myself being rolled into a dark black hole. This was way out of my comfort zone and I was scared to death. The entire ride was in darkness with scary things popping out at you at every corner and unpredictable scary noises around every bend. Since it was dark anyway, I closed my eyes and held on tight until I came out the “other end.” I just kept telling myself, “I will come out the other end.” Perhaps my faith that I would come out the other end was based on dad’s words, “I’ll see you at the other end.” In any event, those words kept me still. Even though I was crazy scared, those words made me last the entire ride! I’m not kidding about crazy scared – I’ve never gone on that ride again to this day and I wouldn’t let my kids ride it either!!
Funny thing though, life can sometimes be just like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. Crazy unexpected turns and twists, scary things that force us to tell ourselves, “we will come out the other end.” I was six and that was only a “c” ticket ride. Now I’m an adult and sometimes life gives me an “e” ticket! Whatever the ride, I know I will come out the “other end.” My faith talks to me and tells me I will come out the other end. It tells me God will weave all those dark twists and turns into the beautiful story of my life. It tells me God is the author of my life, He is good, and I am loved.
The thing about those crazy twists and turns, those scary corners of darkness, or the unexpected noises that threaten to break the peace in my heart – they are places where strength is built, they are places where hope is preserved, they are places where I am cradled and held close in His arms, they are the very places where I learn more about Him, they are the places where my faith is tested and His faithfulness proves true every single time.
I want to have the Disneyland fireworks faithful kind of faith! Rain or shine, I will have faith in my God! Bad day or good day – I will have faith! Faith that talks – faith that tells me not only will I come out the other end, God will be with me every step of the way. Faith that is sticky – not scotch tape kind of sticky, E-6000 kind of sticky (ain’t nothing getting that sucker apart) – faith that sticks close to God and holds on for the ride no matter what. Faith that is a preservative – the preservative that doesn’t let you “go bad” – the preservative that makes sure you last, makes you go the distance! Time traveling faith – “where people of old earned a good reputation through their faith.” Faith that stands the test of time and travels with you wherever you go in all the seasons of life. Faith that sees in the dark – faith that keeps its eyes on Jesus – “the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.”
Faith that reflects all the faithfulness of God – faith that talks to you and makes promises, faith that sticks to you and never leaves you, faith that preserves you all the way to Heaven, faith that travels with you, and faith that sees you with the hope and the future He has prepared for you. Faith that sees you, faith that sees Him, faith that sees in the dark keeping its eyes on Jesus! That is a fireworks kind of faith – it lights the way, rain or shine!
It was Sunday morning and I lay in bed praying. Praying for all the families who face the Sunday morning “temptations.” Don’t look at me like that – you know exactly what I’m talking about. We have all faced our Sunday morning temptations! As I prayed for those who might be feeling the pressure of getting everyone ready for church… I was reminded of one Sunday morning a long time ago.
It was a different time and era. The era where the daddies wore “suits” to church. I can remember the suit Himself had on – it was the blue suit we got married in. We had only been married for six months and that suit still looked really good on him. He asked if I was ready to go. I said yes. I was wearing a pretty dress. Although it was a hand-me-down, it was one of those “feel-good” dresses. It fit me really well, I liked the style, and it was a neutral color I enjoyed. I liked wearing that dress, it looked good on me, and I felt good in it. I had paired it with some well worn but neutral high heel sandals. He asked again if I was ready to go. I looked at the girls, who were now two and four, and both were ready including cute little pony tails. I said yes we are all ready. Within the next ten minutes, he asked another three or four times, “Are you ready to go?” I like to solve a puzzle and my brain was immediately tackling this issue. Why did he keep asking if I was ready? Was it because he needed to be there “extra” early? He was the head usher and this always meant he had to be at the church a little early to open the doors and sometimes meant he needed to be “extra” early on other days for other duties. As for why we just didn’t drive separate vehicles, like I said, it was a different era.
In the meantime, Himself had gone upstairs and changed and was now making a rather dramatic entrance down the stairs. From the corner of my eye I saw the blue suit moving; yet more than that, I heard the clomping of the “clodhoppers.” They were noisy and could not be ignored. Imagine the largest, most worn, most muddy, pair of work boots clomping down the stairs as if they were the star on a runway show. My brain was like, wait, what’s going on here? This was a puzzle I could not piece together. Because this situation looked and sounded hilarious, my first response was to bust out laughing. I barely caught myself before that happened -- No I don’t think so, he looks kinda angry. Should I say something? No, I’m supposed to know what’s going on here. Hmmm… you got me… In that very moment, God whispered in my heart, “He doesn’t like the shoes you are wearing.”
Okay, I don’t know about y’all, but when God whispers something in your heart, it is generally the most exciting thing. This was like, huh? What? In that same moment, my mind was bombarded with – wait a minute, I’ve been a single mom for two years and I only have three pairs of shoes, (1) the pair I’m wearing, (2) another pair of heels slightly less worn that don’t match this dress, and (3) a really worn pair of old tennies. In the six months we’ve been married, we’ve never had an argument so this will probably be the first because I’m not going to let some dude who has been laid off work since we got married start complaining about my shoes that I haven’t had money to replace! And besides that – this guy who wears a curly afro hairstyle also wears muscle man t-shirts and brown cords. Not someone I want to be taking fashion advice from! Then there is the small matter of communication! All relationships are built on good communication, right? Why don’t you try using words here? Am I supposed to divine this bizzare behavior? Oh, you really think you can convince me you want to go to church wearing your workhorse “clodhoppers” because you are loudly announcing you are “ready to go!”
Yes there are two pairs of small eyes and ears watching and listening on a Sunday morning. What message are they going to take away from this “thing” that’s about ready to go down? Okay – put the pause on this story for a minute and let’s go over to the lab….
Let’s dissect the anatomy of a temptation. What we see in the gospels about the time Satan came to tempt Jesus in the wilderness, it was really about WHO he was.
“IF you are the Son of God, tell this stone to become a loaf of bread.”
“IF you are the Son of God, jump off!” (the high point of the temple)
If you are really who God says you are…. Funny, how the same thing is true today. If we think about it, most temptations are really about the devil trying to convince us we are not who God says we are. He says we are His forgiven, loved, and cared for child.
See, God hasn’t really taken care of you. You don’t even have a decent pair of shoes to wear – even to church to worship Him. You just like to pretend you are His “beloved” child. And now your “beloved” hubs is judging your shoes as inadequate, as inappropriate. He doesn’t even want to be seen with you wearing those shoes! Those thoughts, if we let them, can sink down deep in our hearts and convince us we are not accepted nor loved.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, I decided to go with a calmly stated, “maybe you don’t like my shoes” And then a little tad sarcastic, “What shoes would you prefer I wear?” Of course, he brought out the slightly “less worn” other high heels I didn’t believe to match my dress. Honestly I don’t remember whether I changed the dress or the shoes or neither, I just remember I “survived” our first argument, which of course, landed on a tense Sunday morning while trying to get ready for church.
The light bulb moment I’m having this Sunday morning is Himself really didn’t like the shoes I was wearing because he really wanted me to have a newer pair all because he loved me and wanted good things for me, that’s all. Even though he didn’t know how to articulate that idea that day, I can say I am certain of this today because I have a closet full of too many pairs of shoes! I am loved and God is good! Not that how full your closet is – is any measure at all! What I’m most grateful for is I have a closet full of funny stories to remember how God has used a humble beginning to bring me to where I am today. Oddly enough, there are still situations or rumblings trying to chip a hole in my belief about who God says I am. Nevertheless, I am a forgiven, loved, and cared for child of God, with or without shoes!
Carve that Pumpkin!
One of my favorite things about October is pumpkins! In the decorations, in the coffee, in the muffins, pumpkin lovers unite in their celebrations of all things pumpkin spice and everything nice! Yet that whole pumpkin carving thing – to be honest, I’ve never really been that into it. And why would I? It’s just a big mess to clean up! First you have to gut all the junk out of the pumpkin, then try to figure out how to sculpt a perfect whatever on the first try because knives are not that forgiving and who wants an ugly something on their porch? However, IF I were to carve a pumpkin, here’s my 3-step approach.
Step 1 – Start with gutting the junk! Spiritually speaking – it’s a good time to get rid of the junk in our lives. So what is spiritual junk? Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater – how about we just start there in I Peter Chapter 2, verse 1 – “Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind.” Spiritually speaking, some of the gunk is sin – we’ll just call that plain old vanilla junk! Maybe there’s a lot, maybe there’s a little – no one sees it except God and us. Vanilla junk mostly hidden, unless, of course, you’ve been allowing that gunk to spill out all over your friends. (It happens!) No matter, there’s a simple solution for sin – it’s forgiveness. Humble yourself, take it to God and ask forgiveness. Father God, rid me of any spiritual junk holding me back from Your light. “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” I John 1:9
Truth be told, sometimes it’s hard to see the plain vanilla junk because there’s other more complicated junk floating around. This junk just hangs around from life’s daily grind. It’s not related to sin necessarily, it’s mistakes, failures, painful trials, negative or hurtful words someone said to us. This junk is more complicated because we live in this world and life just happens in all kinds of flavored junk! The nuances become sophisticated new flavors and we give them fancy names. However, if we allow it, not only will this fancier junk clutter our hearts and minds, the potential is ripe to turn itself back into plain old vanilla junk. So gut it – as soon as you see it, notice it, hear it, feel it – get rid of this junk too! If that junk has been there a long time, ask God to heal it, give you a new perspective or take it away for good. Take it to God and see what He does with it. Phillipians 4:6-7 reads “Be anxious for nothing – let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” He’s got you! He’s got your back! He wants your junk, all of it!
Not kidding – and here’s the thing – once all of that spiritual junk is gone, you would be surprised at the gaping whole left! On purpose, holes are filled. Ephesians 4:29-32 is a set of alternating gut and fill instructions. “Do not let any unwholesome talk come out your mouths, but only what is helpful building others up, that it may benefit those who listen. And do not grieve the Holly Spirit of God with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage, and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving one another, just as God in Christ forgave you.”
Step 2 – Carve out time for God to do the filling! Interestingly enough, First Peter 2:1’s “RID Yourself” is followed by 2:2 – “Like newborn babes, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.” Nutrition worth having isn’t contaminated by junk. For the spiritual milk to be of nutritional value or for you to get the most spiritual benefit, it must be pure and uncontaminated. It also just so happens that you have to want it – want it enough to carve out time for Him. If you’ve ever seen or heard a baby who wants to eat, you know what it looks and sounds like! They are eagerly seeking the nipple, they will scream for the bottle until they get what they want/need. This is not an excuse to throw a tantrum and you might look and sound funny if you did. The Bible doesn’t tell you to BE a baby, it says “LIKE newborn babes…” Are you “craving” the pure spiritual milk? Are you intently eagerly carving out time for prayer and the Word? Whether it’s a little or a lot is not so important because just one moment in His presence has the power to change your entire day. Fill yourself with His love so the light of the world might shine through you to those around you.
Step 3 – Light it up! Be the light. I think sometimes we are waiting for the next big God moment to break through like a flashing neon light. I’ll be the first to say I’ve had a few of those God moments as have many of you. I believe in miracles, in healing, in the awesome power of the Almighty God we serve. I love it when God shows up in His God-like way and there is absolutely no denying God made something possible in an impossible situation. It is just what He does and His light shines far and wide! Yet when I look at the night sky as simple as it is, God reminds me one tiny speck of light is easily seen in the darkness. One candle burning in the wind can be seen a long distance. Our daily normal run-of-the-mill lives might be the only light those around us and within distance ever see. God wants to meet us right where we are every single day. He wants to fill us with His love and light not only for our own spiritual edification, but also for those we might encounter. He placed us here to be the light of the world. Matthew 5:4 "You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden….
Sometimes it’s just right in front of you – a person in need of an encouraging word, a gentle touch, kindness in a harsh world, love that comes down from the Father of all love. Sometimes, you’ll have to look or listen a little harder for it. Ask God to point it out to you. Who can I be the light to today?
Gut it – get rid of your spiritual junk!
Carve it – carve time to get filled with God!
Light it – be the light the world needs because that is why you are here!
Even if you aren’t enchanted with pumpkin spice (although you probably are since you’re still reading), I sincerely hope you never look at a pumpkin again in the same way.
And the walls came tumbling down! Do you have any walls you need God to knock down? It could be – yet it doesn’t have to be – a great big wall – say like you just got a telephone call from the doctor about the growth cut out last week. Well, it was cancerous and they need you to come in for more tests. That’s a big wall staring right at you! Or it could be life’s smaller yet overwhelming challenges are choking the life out of you.
Have you ever been to one of those restaurants where the menu is 25 pages long? Because, well, you know – CHOICES! And if that isn’t enough choices, there is also the Skinnylicious menu and the dessert menu for the Cheesecake side of the house. There is so much going on, you can’t even decide what to eat. I heard one lady say she would need to get there 3 hours before she planned to eat just have time to read the menu! Sometimes life is like that – there is so much going on – you don’t have time to think about what’s next because if you slow down, all the plates will come crashing down on your head! In reality, you don’t have any big life or death challenge, you just have all the little daily challenges stacking up and overwhelming you. Fortunately, there is a Bible promise in Psalms 61 that reads, “When my heart is overwhelmed, lead to the Rock of towering safety.”
For everything in this world that is rock solid real, it so happens there is a counterfeit of the real thing. In the book of Joshua we find a people who go about their evil ways ignoring the stories of the one true God and they proudly hide behind their rocky tower of safety – the walls of Jericho. Archeological excavations of Jericho reveal a stone wall 11 feet high and 14 feet wide. On top of that, a smooth stone slope angling 35 degrees for 35 feet north where it joins a massive stone wall towering even higher. This wall seemed unsurmountable to those hiding behind it. Yes, they had heard stories of the Israelites and yes, they were concerned enough to lock their doors. Joshua 6:1 records “the gates of Jericho were tightly shut because the people were afraid. No one was allowed to go in or out.” I’d say this amounts to their hearts being overwhelmed on a daily basis for a season, and they trusted in their “rocky walls of towering safety.”
Did you know they were potentially given a chance to exit peacefully? According to some Jewish historical records there were seven Canaanite tribes living in 31 fortified cities across the “Promised Land”, each ruled by its own king. Jericho is one of those “city-states”, as is Ai and Jerusalem where Canaanites tribesmen called Jebusites live. Apparently, before they ever enter the land, the Jewish people send a diplomatic delegation to the Canaanite tribes with this message: "God, the Creator of the Universe has promised this land to our forefathers. We are now here to claim our inheritance, and we ask you to leave peacefully." Needless to say most of the Canaanites don't. Only one tribe takes the offer and leaves. If this actually played out the way that record shows, it is interesting to note the God of the Heavens and Earth provided a way out if only they chose to obey the one true God. No matter who you are, wherever you are, whatever you face, God has a way out for you. He just calls you to choose Him over the fortified walls you’ve built in your life. He wants to be your one and only “Rock of towering safety.”
As a teacher of young children, I loved to tell the story of the fall of Jericho and the kids loved to act it out. The exciting story of the walls miraculously tumbling down is found in Joshua chapter 6. While some Bible scholars attribute the tumbling walls to a “well-timed earthquake.” – does it really matter how this miracle happened? If God showed up in the exact “well-timed” moment, isn’t that what we all need anyway? Like every day all the days of our lives?
What resonates most in my heart about this story is when faced with an unsurmountable wall, Jericho victories happen when God’s way is followed in total obedience. I also notice an important sequence as well.
First, there is a promise. Before Joshua knew anything about the battle plan, God spoke to him, “Hey buddy, my servant Moses is dead and the time has come for you to lead my people across the Jordan River into the land I’m giving them. I promise you what I promised Moses wherever you set foot…(perimeter noted in Joshua 1:3) …No one will be able to stand against you as long as you live. I will be with you as I was with Moses. I will not fail you or abandon you.” Joshua had to exercise his faith to grab hold of this promise. He had to believe God is who He says He is and God will do what He says He will do. Hebrews 10:23 instructs us to “hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep His promise.” As my Pastor often says, here comes the “amen or ouch” moment – do you trust God to keep His promise? Do you talk, act, and live like you believe He is who He says He is and you are who He says you are?
Second, there were instructions. God outlined a detailed battle plan that was very different from what military generals of the day would have proposed. In that day, fortified cities would be assaulted or surrounded and starved into submission – a strategy that would take several weeks or months with heavy casualties. God had a seven-day plan highlighting silent marching carrying horns and then a change of plans on the seventh day with seven marches, priests blowing horns, and people shouting! This likely sounded crazy to some. Imagine you are Joshua and you have fought many battles – you are a mighty warrior and you know God has always been with you. In fact, you can recall the day Moses stood on the mountain top and raised his hands while God was with you, the commander on the ground, leading the battle to victory below (Ex. 17:8-13). Well, that was the old way. Have you been in the place where you have a change of plans and the people with you say, but we’ve always done it this way in the past. Key words “in the past” – you need God’s word for every new situation. You can’t live on yesterday’s manna. You need a fresh word from God for each day. You need guidance and directions (specific battle plans) for each new challenge you face. Mighty warriors understand new challenges are not problems, they are opportunities for new victories in new ways. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to go around doing everything the “same old way” because that’s how it’s done. I’d rather spend the necessary time seeking God to get some new exciting, sometimes crazy instructions!
Third, there is the ACTION! Key word – obedience. If you don’t know the instructions, you can’t follow them. Therefore, you can’t really skip a step here if you want true Jericho-like tumbling walls victories! Funny thing about those victories, they often appear to have happened overnight miraculously. Yet along the way, a few things happened to work the faith muscle. There was the flooding Jordan River they needed to cross. As soon as the feet of the priests carrying the Ark touched the water at river’s edge, the water began to back up a great distance. As the priest stood in the middle of the riverbed on dry ground, they waited for the entire nation of Israel to cross over. Every single person experienced crossing the Jordan River on dry ground. It wasn’t until they all crossed, they built a memorial on the banks, and then the priest crossed to high ground that the water returned and overflowed its banks as before. Then there was the fun flint-knives event where the entire male population was circumcised in one night. Then the “Lord’s Commander” confronts Joshua. There was a miracle, a painful night, and a supernatural encounter – all on the way to the tumbling walls of Jericho!
If you are facing what appears to be an insurmountable wall, reflect on Joshua’s Jericho victory. It can be yours too! Secure your promise. Get your marching orders. Be obedient. Hang on tight. The walls are about to come tumbling down! God is faithful!
GET SPICY ON LAUNDRY DAY
Here is the thing about laundry day in God’s Kingdom. There’s no shout it out, zout it out, pre-wash, pre-prayer whatever. It is just throw it in, apply the blood, and wa-la all stains are gone! I don’t know about you, but I’ve been washed in the blood and that is as clean as I will ever get!
Psalm 51:7 says, “Purge me with hyssop and I will be clean, wash me and I will be whiter than snow.” Purging doesn’t sound like a ton of fun. Hyssop? Hyssop is a dwarf bush growing wild among the rocks in Palestine and sometimes cultivated up the walls. Hyssop’s aromatic fragrance comes from its blue or reddish flowers and leaves and may be the reason it was thought or perceived to have “medicinal” properties. We see references to Hyssop in the Bible more often than you might think from ceremonial cleansing of lepers and houses with mold to confirmation of God’s covenant with sprinkling on people and God’s commandments. The first reference in the Old Testament is Exodus 12:22 the Israelites were instructed to “brush the hyssop over the tops and sides of the doorframes of your houses.” You will recall this was after the hyssop branch was dipped in blood and was to protect them from the death angel that was about to strike all of Egypt. In John 19:29 when Jesus said, “I am thirsty,” they poured sour wine onto a sponge and put it on a hyssop branch and held it to his lips. All roads lead to the cross, the final and complete sacrifice where His precious blood was shed and we are washed clean.
Turns out hyssop is a garden herb of the mint family (mostly Bible translated as the spice marjoram) prolific in the Middle East and commonly used for cleansing, medicinal, and flavoring in a variety of different applications. So hey, let’s get spicy. “Purge me with hyssop…” Other translations of Psalm 51;7 read “purify me.” When God instructed the Israelites to use “hyssop” as their “paintbrush” on the doorpost, perhaps it was His way of “marking” or “painting” them as “pure” – His very own, purified people and not targets of the death about to rain down on the Egyptians. When the soldiers who mocked Jesus on the cross just so happened to a use a hyssop branch likely because it was handy, perhaps it was not coincidence, perhaps it was divinely ordered by God to signify Jesus as purification with His blood sacrifice on the cross. Purifying is something God and only God can do. I have found no matter how much I purge, I cannot make myself pure. One Bible dictionary puts forth “purge me” properly means “expiate my sin.” Expiate means not only “remove guilt”, but also make “free from the criminal propensity to sin and all the bad effects of the aggravated crime.” Again that is not something I can do on my own. Expiate can only be performed by and through the grace of God and His unfailing love.
Meanwhile back at the laundry, as they say, “it all comes out in the wash.” And by “all”, I truly mean all. Girl friends, when God cleans it up, it’s not superficially clean, it is clean all the way -- pure on the outside and whiter than snow on the inside. You don’t have to carry the guilt from the past or worry about the future. Sometimes I need the “gentle cycle” and other times I need the “heavy duty” or the “express wash” cycle. Whatevs, I need it all!
Another thing about the laundry room, prayer is the best place to “air your dirty laundry.” When you are on the spin cycle feeling like you are going nowhere – you know, that place where life’s problems are twisting you, spinning you, and knocking you around, that’s the place to give it all to God and know in the end, it will all come out brighter, cleaner, and better. That is God’s way. He also separated the light from the dark, so He doesn’t really need our help sorting it all out! When I think I need to help out because my problems are extra special, they are not normal, I need to remember “normal is just a setting on the dryer.” Sorting out life’s everyday problems one load at a time is just what God does, every single day, every single time I take it to Him in prayer. We need a setting for “cares” – washing your cares away – casting your care on Him.
Speaking of “loads” –why isn’t it a scientific fact that what goes IN should be what comes OUT? Because, you know -- well, lost socks. Always, nearly every time, there is bound to be at least one lost sock! Searching for your “soul mate” --- you’ll find Him at the cross. Laundry room/war room, whatever you call it, spend the necessary time there to wash your cares away AND find your soul mate. Laundry isn’t just about getting rid of stinky smell, sometimes it’s about smelling good! Let the fragrance of His presence wash over you.
Laundry is something you do that nobody notices until you DON’T do it. Then, you do it or you and your whole family is walking around naked for all to see. This only works out well IF you decided to put yourself in the dryer and you came out “wrinkle-free and two sizes smaller!” Seriously, though, laundry is a necessary part of regular life and spiritual well-being. Don’t ignore it. Psalm 51:10 – “create in me a clean heart, O God and renew a right spirit within me.”
Here is my “preliminary” Lessons from the Laundry Room Checklist:
(1) - Check your pockets! You do not need to carry all that “stuff” around. It’s weighing you down. Give it up. Let it go.
(2) – Don’t overload! Don’t complicate it. Keep it simple because it is that simple! Apply the blood and all stains are gone. White as snow - that simple.
(3) – When in doubt, use the gentle cycle. Give yourself grace. His grace is sufficient! His unfailing love is the best fabric softener ever!
(4) – Use the “cares” cycle daily! Casting your cares on Him.
(5) – FLUFF! -- this is totally what I would call a “fluff” piece, but then God calls me out on it every time and I just fall in love with Him all over again.
There is a bit to sort out here but then again, that’s God’s job – sorting out our everyday issues one load at a time. Laundry day in God’s Kingdom, where all our sins are washed away, all our cares are washed away, we are purified and we smell fabulous darling!