Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Being Found


“The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.     Selah”   -Psalm 46:7

Selah. If you’ve spent any time in the Psalms you’ve probably seen that word before. It almost looks like an accident, just hanging out over there on the right side of the page. Ironically enough, that’s actually one of the translations of the word. To hang. It refers to the way things were weighed.  You would hang meat or produce on a scale of sorts to determine its value. The second translation is more about music. Selah was used to indicate that there is to be a musical interlude at that point in the song. The Psalms were actually sung accompanied by musical instruments. This would give direction to the accompanying musicians to break in at the place marked with Selah, while the singers' voices were hushed. It was an instruction for those singing the prayers to “stop and listen”. Whichever translation you end up hanging your coat on I think they complement one another nicely. As if to say,“Stop and listen. Let what you’ve just heard hang inside of you long enough to notice it’s value”. Let it settle.  This word occurs seventy-one times in thirty-nine of the Psalms. That makes me think it must be fairly important.

I was lost in the woods once. In college I had come up with a brilliant idea to take a girl I liked on a day hiking trip. All had gone well, until I realized I had timed the whole thing wrong. We were about 1 hour from the trail head at sunset and I had not packed any flashlights or headlamps. We were in trouble. The date was obviously ruined. Intelligence ranked number 1 on her future spouse priority chart and she had just come to realize that I didn’t have one ounce of it. Unfortunate for her, however, at this point I was all she had. We walked until daylight gave out. It was completely dark. We tried crawling on our knees using our hands to feel for the trail.  I did have matches, so we tried lighting part of a t-shirt on fire to make a torch. It wouldn’t stay lit.  We were freaking out. I stopped to lay on my back and gather my thoughts. That’s when I saw it. The moon.  It was lit up in a way that exposed the trail from above. The trail wasn’t just cleared out on the ground. It was cleared out in the sky by the missing tree tops. The moon led us back to our car. We had to look up rather than looking down. I felt clever for a minute, but the reality was I didn’t find the moon. It found me. The moon had been there lighting that path day after day before I ever came along. I merely stopped long enough to notice it.

I am not very good at finding God. I never have been. And I spent so much time early in life believing that until I “got good” at finding God all hope was lost for me. I’m starting to see that being bad at finding God is a pretty big part of being human. And that’s ok, because he is really good at finding me. He has been finding me all along. The most I can do is be found by God. It does, however, require stopping. It’s much harder to be found when you’re on the run. Prayer is being found by God. Prayer is recognizing him. It is stopping and listening for the voice of the one who has been finding you all along.  It is important to create a time and a spot for that listening to happen. Not because God needs me to pray, but because I need to hear the voice of the one who reminds me that I’m worth finding. It helps me spend less time trying to be found by everyone else.

Selah is a word that reminds us to stop and let the music break in. The real music.                        

Selah.

 “How do you know me? Nathanael asked. Jesus answered, “I saw you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.”  - John 1:48

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Love and Death

"We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus..."   2 Corinthians 4:10


Love and Death are connected.
True love is a commitment to die.
It was for Jesus.

To be loved by Jesus is to kneel on the wet ground.
Hands open.
Knees soaked in the blood.
Head resting on His cold pierced feet.

To be loved by Jesus is to kneel on the dry ground.
Hands open.
Nostrils catching the scent of a rotting man.
Head resting on the cold stone that seals His death.

To be loved by Jesus is to kneel on the cold ground.
Hands open.
Head resting on the warmth of the angels feet
as they proclaim, "HE HAS RISEN!"

Love and death are inseparable.
To love involves "a taking hold" and at the same time "a letting go". So does death.
I imagine we can only love to the depths by which we have already died.
To be loved by Jesus is to hear his invitation to follow him into his death... and to say "yes".



"A person who wants to lead a spiritual life cannot do so without the prospect of suffering and death"
-Henri Nouwen



Friend


Tombstone, Rohr, Sparks and the direction of the 72 collectively got me thinking about friendship.  Everyone wants a friend. Friendship is one of those things that we desire without anyone telling us we're supposed to. It resonates deep within me when Holliday is breathing his last and Wyatt simply says, "thanks for always being there Doc". Jesus sent them together, in two's. And best we know, He let them pick. It would make sense, as they stood on those door steps or street corners or park benches, to have a picture of relationship as they spoke of that very thing.  Maybe friendship was the Gospel in view. The Gospel without words. I do know this... I need my friend. I am at my worst when I have no one to hold me and no one to check me. I'm no good without a punch and a hug. A lone wolf is just that... a lonely wolf. An isolated evil.


-This was an older post from Tumblr. I decided i'd take a shot at the blogging thing. I have no promises. Just trying something. We will see...