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Ten-second Celebrations that Reach into Forever

This is a weekend of celebration. Lots of opportunity for practicing ten-second gratitude. Tonight I heard that one billion people around the world will be celebrating the resurrection of Jesus tomorrow! Does that make you feel insignificant or part a great cause? It’s all a matter of perspective. Will you be spending 10-30 seconds on the wonder of God becoming human, dying and picking up his life again? 

Maybe you have no real conviction about Jesus, but I do love what C. S. Lewis said, “Since Jesus claimed to be God, he can’t be just a great prophet or teacher. He was either what he claimed to be, or he isn’t even good. He’s a charlatan or a lunatic.”

I’m quoting from memory so it may not be an exact quote. But the point is we get to look at the evidence and choose how we will see it, in every part of life. Jesus himself said over and over, “Be careful how you see.” In other words, your perspective or perception will determine what you believe. And so often it’s just a choice–or it might be allowing another’s opinion to influence us. But in the end it is our choice to default or be purposeful.

Tonight I responded to someone’s text by saying, “The negative will eat you alive and consume you if you let it.” And it is so true. I caught myself being critical tonight at a dramatic musical presentation of the life and passion of Jesus. It was a very creative and well-done play, but being so familiar with the story, after three years of writing and rewriting it for my blog on the life of Jesus, of course I could pick it apart. I finally just had to tell myself enjoy the tremendous work that went into it, the music, the creativity, and the reason for it. It’s embarrassing to admit how critical I am. It’s distressing to look at. But there it is.

If you don’t have a bent towards criticalness, then you have something else. We are all broken! That I know for sure. So we may as well admit it and help each other up when we fall into our particular brand of disgrace. To choose not to see it, or hide it, is worse for us and those around us.

And we can do a lot to help ourselves by choosing celebration rather than criticism of ourselves or something else. To criticize is so human. To celebrate is so divine. One thing I have learned about God is They love to celebrate! Praise is the tone of heaven. So if we are happy criticizing everything here, we might not fit there! Scary thought. I want to be someone who is comfortable with what’s right, what’s good, what’s worth celebrating. And I can start now by hanging onto the good thoughts and feelings for at least 10 seconds.

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Sat, Mar 30, 2013 at 1:28 PM

Hope stood still

Loxlia

It’s quiet. No clamor of little voices.The sun is shining. The yard calling to me. My aching body refuses. This illness keeping me still.

I’m laying still. So still I can feel every strand of me twisting.

Hear the ravaged brokenness in my chest beating. And I want to rip it out and throw it at You.

You brush my cheek with Your scarred Hand and Whisper, “I know“.

I think of Your heart lying still in the dark.

Silent.

And I lay there in the quiet with You. I trace the curves of You with my finger. The blood stained linen. The Flesh mangled and torn. The last of Your breath surrendered. For me.

For one day all Hope stood still. 

Silent.

The tears slip down my cheeks tracing the blood stains of Your bruised face.

The knots of me unravel. Your Hand smoothing my hair.

You Whisper, “I know“.

My heart is wide open in Your Hands. You scrape the wounds, clean them. Heal them.

Day after day. It’s agony. And it’s Good.

I churn and You Whisper, ” Just wait. Just be Loved.”

Even in the darkness, the searing pain of the fibers in my chest tearing, there is still the flicker of Joy.

My whole life stained with leaving.

Still You pursue me relentlessly. Recklessly.

You will never leave me. Not even in death.

You know agony. You suffered the blackness that I will never suffer. You were alone. 


Your heart broken.

Then the sun rose.

And so did my Hope.

“No one has ever seen or heard of a God like You, who does such deeds for those who put their hope in Him.”  Isaiah 64:4



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