Upgrade Your Faith - Wait on God

One of the hardest things arguably in following Jesus and being on this spiritual journey is having patience to wait on God. I think one of the reasons that it is so hard is that we live in a culture that promotes a mindset of quick, fast and in a hurry. We rush in and out of fast food eateries, complaining if we have to wait longer than five minutes for our meals. We take our clothes to one-hour cleaners. We want faster Internet service. We grow restless in the grocery store, standing in the 15 items or less lane. Nearly everything about the American culture instills in us this sense of having what we want when we want it. It has created a nation of impatient people. When we find ourselves in prayer, waiting for God to take action on something, we sometimes grow tired, weary and frustrated waiting for things to change.

Who has the patience to sit around and wait to see what God is going to do in a situation when it’s just so much easier to leave the scene and do your own thing?

We do. Christians who are faith-filled and faithful should have the patience to do so. The Bible is filled with stories of people who waited on God. Abraham waited to have a son. Moses and the children of Israel waited to get to the Promised Land. Job waited for his life to be restored. Ruth waited with her mother-in-law Naomi for things to get better. In each instance, waiting brought the person closer to God and upgraded their faith, making them dependent on God.

That’s what patience can do for us. When we stop being impatient with God and learn to simply be still and know that God is working, that God has a plan and that God has our best interest at heart, we end up with a finished story like Ruth or the fulfillment of a blessing like Abraham. And our story becomes an inspiration and a testimony for others of the goodness of God. If we stop allowing our American culture to control and dictate our level of patience, steadily condensing our threshold for waiting on God, then we will emerge as more loving and kind people – the way that we were created to be – and God’s plan and purpose for all of us will become evident.

The opening verse in Ecclesiastes chapter 3 talks about everything in its season and everything in its time. Yet somehow this very concept seems to elude us today because our American culture has carved out this sense of entitlement of unearned right to have something when you want it. How would this have worked for the shepherd boy David? How would it have helped him to build strength and character, and more so reliance on God? When we become so set on self and our own needs and wants, we unknowingly are removing God from the equation.

What about the level of patience that Jesus exhibited? Don’t you know there could have been countless times when he could have been fed up with the doubting disciples and said enough? But Jesus’ impatience would not have advanced God’s plan for us. That’s right – for us. All of what Jesus did was God’s plan for us and thank God that Jesus had the patience to endure.

So what we can do. What steps can we take to restore the patience that God intends for us to have? First, we have to be willing to walk in God’s timing. Secondly, we have to understand that God is growing us through our waiting experience. And thirdly, we have to trust and thank God for what God is doing. God can and will create in you a clean heart – if you just ask Him. God can and will reveal plans for your future – if you trust Him. You might be saying “well I get tired in my waiting and it leaves me fidgety and impatient. Remember the words of Isaiah in chapter 40: they that wait shall renew their strength. They shall mount up with wings as eagles.”

See the Bible is not just about “them” it’s about us. It’s not just stories for us to read or listen to on a Sunday morning or Wednesday evening and then forget about and go on with our lives as if we’ve never heard them. These stories are for us to learn how to be patient and walk in God’s timing.

The other day I was taking my niece driving so she could practice parallel parking. How many of us with driver’s license remember learning how to parallel parking. She’s 17, recently graduated from high school and is a college freshman at a four-year university. She said to me, “I’ll be glad when I get my license because right now all I have is my driver’s permit.” She went on to tell me that when it came time to take her driver’s test, she passed the written part, and all of the driving part, EXCEPT when it came to parallel parking. Now don’t get me wrong – she is a good driver. She can handle the car pretty well, but driving, as my mother always says, is more than just getting in the car and hurdling along and putting gas in it.

For my niece, until she learns how to parallel park, she won’t be able to get her driver’s license. She’s getting anxious and impatient. I told her this: “you won’t always be going places that require you to just pull ahead, turn or back up; sometimes you’ll find yourself in a situation where the only parking space is one that requires you to parallel park. And if the department of motor vehicles went on and gave you your license today, they’d be doing a disservice to you and a disservice to the people whose cars are either in front of or behind that parking space that you need. You just have to be patient.”

That’s the same way it is with us. There are some things down the road in life that we cannot see with the temporal eye where we’ll have to pull up, zig zag in and back our way out of, but if we don’t have the patience to wait for God to prepare us for those situations then we’ll be doing a disservice to ourselves by trying to go on ahead of God.

If you don’t have the patience to wait on God you never get to know God for who God is. Without patience you’ll never know God as Jehovah Rophe, my healer or Jehovah Jireh, my provider. Instead you’ll hear other people talk about God in these terms and have no idea what they mean because you didn’t have the patience to wait through these experiences.

While you are learning to be patient, use that time to pray. Prayer changes things. As you are praying about your situation, God is increasing your level of patience. And in the end, you learn how to walk in God’s timing and to stop being impatient with God.

Here Chick, Chick, Chick

     To eat at Chick-fil-A or not to eat at Chick-fil-A – that is the topical question that is swirling around water coolers, Facebook conversations, the Twittersphere and beyond. Somehow our religious views have gotten wrapped up in the decision to partake of waffle fries or to avoid them as a way of making a strong stance on opposing the statement made by Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chick-fil-A, on his view of traditional marriage being strictly between a man and a woman. That got me to thinking about the many disputes that have come up in the history of the Christian movement, and how our differing views have led us to surmise what God’s intent is, what Jesus would do, and how we should respond.

     Allow me, if you will, to take a quick journey into the history of the church universal and the difficult debates that tore apart well-intentioned Christians. Without going into all the names and specifics of the issues, consider that at one time, our church leaders found themselves arguing as to whether or not Jesus was fully human and/or spirit only. There was also the debate as to whether or not when we celebrate the Eucharist/Holy Communion/Lord’s Supper, is Jesus present with us, does He become the elements, meaning His body is the bread and His blood is the wine or is the Holy Sacrament only a remembrance. Some Christian denominations believe in transubstantiation (i.e. that there is a transformation that happens in the elements wherein Jesus is present in body) consubstantiation (i.e. there is a ubiquitous presence meaning that Christ’s body cannot be specifically located, that it is like walking in fog and there is no transformation of the elements) virtualism (i.e. there is a spiritual presence of Christ and no transformation of the elements) and memorialism (i.e. the natural body of Christ is not present and there is no transformation of the elements).

     This very topic divided the church and was a central part of the Protestant Reformation. Roman Catholics believe one thing, Lutherans believe another, and Baptists believe something different from both. All Christians – yet with very strong opinions about how they perceive Jesus Christ during the sacrament of Holy Communion.

     Then there was the debate about what to do with all the books of the Bible, not just the ones that are part of the Protestant canon as we know it today (for you do know there are many other written accounts of God and Jesus Christ that did not make it for inclusion in the Bible), but the ones in the Apocrypha, the ones that were considered heretical and the ones that didn’t fit the criteria of either side of the debaters. There came a point when a decision had to be made about which books would appear in the New Testament, and the decision was a hard one to make. Everyone didn’t walk away from the Council of Nicaea in 325 pleased, but what we have today is the decision that was agreed upon.

     My point is that just like now, people then had differing views about God, about Jesus Christ and how we should live out our lives as Christians. There was name-calling, fights, and drastic measures that led to bloody battles, all in the name of Christianity. And today, on this proclaimed “Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day,” there is name-calling, quibbles and hateful words aimed at a practicing Christian who voiced his opinion on what he believes biblical marriage looks like. Depending on where you stand on the issue of biblical marriage, you are either right or wrong. Right?

     The debates in our history were rather deep and there was much to consider. Would there be hymns sung during worship service? At what age could you be baptized? What punishment was there for people who did not adhere to the rules of the church? It goes without saying that the view of women in the church drew much debate, as did the Amerindians (categorizing them as humans or not as was the Valladolid Debate in 1550), the poor, enslaved persons and so on. There has always been debate in, among and within the Christian realm, so to find ourselves either in the drive-thru of Chick-fil-A or driving by in protest is not at all surprising. I also do not find it surprising that remarks are being hurled back and forth as to whether or not you love your neighbor, that if you eat at Chick-fil-A you are somehow against the lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, transgender society or that if you don’t eat there today, tomorrow or next week, you are affirming that everyone deserves to be loved regardless to what label they are wearing: man, woman, homosexual, heterosexual, or still searching.

     What has happened is that the atmosphere is so clouded and fogged that to speak on either side of the argument somehow places you in an unwanted precarious position of having to defend yourself. Just like the debaters of yesteryear, I don’t have to agree with every belief that other Christians carry. It doesn’t make me more or less than a believer in God and in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. It simply makes me a person who has a belief that I am rooted in, one that is unshakable and hopefully, one that pleases God.

What's at Heart?

      My mother has a big heart - literally. She has a larger-than-normal heart due to a congenital condition called cardiomyopathy. It means "enlarged heart muscle." Even if it were not for her heart condition, my mom still has a big heart. She is the most giving person that I know - and I know LOTS of people. I reflect on this, particularly on the day of celebrating mothers (of which my mom says it's Mother's Day every day that you get to be a mom).  I am doing critical theological reflection on what it means to have a heart for Jesus and a heart like Jesus, something that I have learned from my mom over the last 35 years plus.
       Jesus has a big heart, too. Not an enlarged heart muscle caused by a medical condition, but a big heart due to His sacrifical love for us. Jesus is the heart of our faith. He loves unconditionally, goes to the Father on our behalf, and he intercedes for us time and time again. For those of us who have ever peeped into a Bible and read the gospels, then we are least familiar with His New Testament commandment to love one another.

        Love one another. Love one another. You have to have the heart for it. It's not enough to preach it, or pretend it. You have to actually do it. It has to be practiced and it requires active participation on your part. It seems to me that it is near impossible to constantly be at odds with people, always finding something wrong with a situation, person, organization, etc., forcing your opinion upon others as "right" while everyone else is "wrong," yet at the same time heralding these words like a banner of your belief. In fact, it's rather hypocritical. What's at heart here? You have to be authentic. People can spot a fake "big put on" person like they can spot a fake Gucci handbag.
        If your heart has been broken, emotionally beaten or bruised in any kind of way, God can heal it and help you live beyond that bad experience. But you have to be willing. Don't turn your heart into a clenched, tightened muscle because it will only restrict the "love" that is supposed to flow. In the Old Testament, over in the 36th chapter of the Book of Ezekiel, God says this in verse 26: "I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you. I will remove from you, your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh."
       My mom is about as authentic as they come. She is a no-nonsense kind of person. She is the same today as she was yesterday and you can count on her to be just as loving, caring and kind-hearted tomorrow. She knows first-hand the responsibility that comes with having a big heart - you have more love to extend to others! Today is a good day to ask God to give you a new heart and a new spirit so that you can receive love and give love. After all, it's really what's at heart!      
      

It's Been a Cat's Life on a Kitten's Journey

The week just before Easter, my pet kitty Toby went missing. After a day of not seeing him, I began to worry, especially as the torrential downpour and spinning tornadoes ripped through the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I looked throughout the neighborhood. No Toby. My husband searched. No Toby. Six days passed. Still no Toby. On the day after Easter, Toby showed up scarred, bruised and limping. It was clear that he had been through the storm, yet he was back. I don't take it lightly that he showed up the day after Easter, like a Resurrected kitty (and I say that gingerly). He had encountered some of life's toughest storms, yet he pawed his way back home.

I don't know what happened to him but it was clear that he had been through a terrible ordeal. His left front paw was being "babied" by him and his left back paw was severely wounded. I suppose if Toby could talk, he would tell me. But I didn't need to verbally hear that something was wrong because the visual was there. It's like when we all go through storms and we come out battered, bruised and beaten up, yet we limp back and tell the story. Many times it doesn't take us telling someone that we've been through a storm, because if the truth be told, those who are closest to us ought to be able to see the visible and emotional scars that we have. Real friends can look at us and tell something is wrong - see it in our face, hear it in our voice. Silent storms can be heard often louder than the boisterous ones that we rush to talk about.

I welcomed Toby in and gave him food and water. I will be honest and say that I was afraid to touch him because I didn't know the severity of his injuries and how he would respond. That didn't mean that I stopped loving him or missed him dearly. I just wanted to be careful. For his sake and mine. Well, that evening as he curled up outside, he must have decided to leave again, because when I went back to look for him, Toby was gone. The minister in me thought about how seasons of life end - friendships, relationships, careers, etc., and that the ones that are meant to be, will be Resurrected, even when we think it is dead and done. Admittedly, I began to think that Toby was dead, that he had been taken up in the storm and not survived it. But he did survive. And when he came back (and left and showed up again), I knew that whatever the reason was that God initially sent him to me, that it had not yet been completely fulfilled. God will always complete his mission no matter how we view the situation.

You see Toby first showed up in my backyard one day, meowing softly with little whiny sounds that reminded me of a baby. I knew that if I fed him, he'd likely stay around - and he did for nearly a year. I wasn't sure why God sent him to me, but I was determined to feed, clothe and provide shelter for Toby. God had placed him in my care..if only for a season.

I took him to the veterinarian and as she examined Toby, she saw that he had been through quite an ordeal. A phrase that one of my long-time friends used to always say, immediately came to mind and seeing especially fitting... literally: "it's been a cat's life on a kitten's journey."

That phrase simply means that you've endured a hard time, a journey meant for someone much older and yet the journey somehow became yours, a journey that takes years to walk, yet you've walked in a hardship of a few months. Well, for Toby, that phrase was literally true. I also learned that in the battle that kitty endured,  that maybe it is preparing him for the battle that is ahead.

Kitty was tested and diagnosed with leukemia. I was stunned and cried in the exam room as the veterinarian shared that with me. It doesn't change the way I feel about him. At all. I will still care for him as long as he is entrusted to me. If I allow myself to believe that cats really do have 9 lives, then I believe that kitty will come through this storm, too.