Again I find myself reflecting on thoughts that I here expressed over and over again. Thoughts that have flooded my mind at times. Thoughts something like this. “Is this all that there is? I get up, do the daily routine, go to sleep and then start all over again. I barely see myself moving much less a move of God!” I remember thinking this when I had a young family and, although I do not really see the growth in my own life, from that “daily grind” God has produced seven young adults that love God and are beginning to make an impact on the world around them. They have started their own invisible farming process.
So in goes the sickle and because the harvest is come! I often do not recognize the harvest that God has already brought. If I did, I might be more excited for the harvest yet to come.
“Put in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe.
Go in, tread, for the winepress is full.
The vats overflow, for their evil is great.
Multitudes, multitudes, in the valley of decision!
For the day of the Lord is nearing the valley of decision.” (Joel 3:13-14)
If in the years that I barely knew whether I was coming or going, God brought about such a great work from the unseen seeds in my own family. What great things are on the horizon with the seeds that are being planted today. I am actually getting excited about the harvest that He is preparing today. Even the smallest word or deed sown today, God can use to bring about new and abundant life beyond anything I can imagine.
Every day seed is planted, everyday seed is growing and every day His Kingdom is spreading it’s branches to make a home for a world that needs Him so desperately.
So I every night I will go to bed with excitement and every day I will get up expecting the wondrous work of those unseen hands and the harvest that is sure to come.
Yes, I have slipped on my commitment to sharing my journeys with Mark. I will pick it up again tomorrow.
I loved mud. Walking in it, playing in it, slinging it … the boy in me has always considered mud to be an oozing, gushy, slimy delight. Mud between the toes is an experience to be relished. One of my greatest childhood memories is of the days John Coyner and I spent days jumping into a huge mud pit. the mud was so deep that it we sunk almost our arm pits. It was an awesome bluish/black slimy that had been dredged from the bottom of the Tred Avon River and deposited within a berm just for our recreation. We would jump in, claw our way out and then go lay on the beach until it dried and our skin looked like it was cracking. Then we would jump in the river to clean off and then go right back to the mud. In those carefree days of childhood when I was free of responsibilities mud like such an appealing distraction.
One of the things I think I love about mud is that it is so slippery and hard to handle. It makes every action unpredictable. I makes walking difficult, climbing nearly treacherous, and grasping objects nearly impossible. In sports like football and horse racing, odds makers often have to change the odds completely when the event is held in the mud. It often a great equalizer.
I have been reminded over the past couple of weeks that when I allow my priorities to be “muddied up”, my walk becomes more difficult, climbing up from a stumble becomes treacherous, and maintaining a grasp of situations become nearly impossible. The harder I seem to try and get a good hold on my life, the more it tends to slip away.
A couple of weeks ago, I made some life changes. Just some dietary changes and a re-commitment to improving my physical health. As is often my habit, I did not really do this prayerfully and as a result, my priorities became quite muddy. I tried hard to better “manage” my time to clarify things, but I kept falling farther behind. The main thing I stopped doing was writing. This may not seem like a big deal to most people. It is not like a make a living writing or that people rely on my daily blog posts. Writing is my accountability. It is a check point that is crucial to the race course that God has set before me.
So the question has been for me, “how do I get back on track?”
Until I realized that I was too slimy to get out of my predicament and that I would need to rely on Him to clean me up and pull me up, I was going to continue to slip back into the mud. Grace says you don’t have to worry about catching up and making up for past failures. I don’t have to do two weeks of blogs over the weekend to get back on track (which was my plan). I just need to seek His face and His will for me today. Yesterday is gone. (Also see Taking Advantage of a Mulligan)
I understand that in some cases, restitution for our sin is required, but God makes a way for us in those cases. He does not leave us to deal with those on our own. If we try to make everything right in our own power, timing, and ability, we may very well end up in a worse condition. I have many examples of messing this up as well. His grace is sufficient in every situation.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, 7casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” (1 Peter 5:6-10)
If you are following along in Mark I am a bit behind on my posts, I have not talked about Mark 3:31-35 and Mark 4:1-20. So here is a couple of quick thoughts.
Mark 3:31-35: The Family
I What in the world? Jesus seems to blow off His family. Actually, if you look back at verse 21, His family had actually tried to restrain Him thinking He was crazy, so obviously, they were missing something. In light of this Jesus’ inference that “Here is my mother, and “Here are my brothers” makes perfect sense. These were the ones who were beginning to receive the gospel and were getting the idea that He might be “The One”. His family just thought He was “special“.
As a dad, I know that at times, I have neglected to recognize the full potential of my children. My own prejudice based on past experience has blinded me to the purposes and plans that God has prepared for them. I may say the right words of encouragement, but they see right through that. Imagine if God’s plan for a family member was to be the Messiah … How do you encourage a purpose and a plan that is higher than anything you can fathom.
I pray that I will not only get out of the way, but will learn to encourage my family, friends and others to strive for all that God has for them and not limit my vision to my own sight.
Mark 4:1-20 The Parable of the Sower
This sort of carries on from this previous thought. Jesus’ family thought the problem might be Jesus, His actions and His words (The Seed), so they tried to restrain Him. The challenge actually rested on the receivers/hearers (The Soil). The Seed is perfect and will grow and bear fruit according to the medium that it is sown. Knowing the rest of the story, it is encouraging that His family, who rejected Him in the beginning (rocky soil), in the end fully excepted the Good News and bore much fruit.
Have you ever been discouraged about the prospects of someone receiving the Gospel? I am even discouraged by my own ability to receive all that God offers me, so of course I have difficulty seeing how God is going to get a seed into some of the rocks I have been praying for. I think we can say with assurance that the Holy Spirit can break up even the hardest ground and turn it into good soil
(He can even take our own waste and turn it into fantastic compost!)
I am not sure if this the origin of the term “demonizing”, but it would make a whole lot of sense if it came from this story. Jesus, instead of returning venom with venom, kind of teases them with His response, but adds a stiff warning at the end.
Now it is not surprising I guess for the family to call Him crazy, I mean, He is the step-child. On the other hand, these other dudes from out of town coming in accusing Him of being a demon or the prince of demons even is quite uncalled for. First, He breaks down their argument, but with very pointed change of words. He uses the Hebrew word, Satan (accuser) instead of the pagan demon Beelzebub (Lord of the Flies). This is interesting since they came to him as accusers (and actually were pretty annoying like flies). His argument actually left them with a win-win situation either Satan was in a civil war which would weaken his kingdom or a stronger Man had come along that was going to bring down that kingdom anyway. WINNING! Jesus was sort of declaring Himself a thief in Satan’s house. (A much better thief than Bilbo I think) If you cannot tell, I find this whole interchange quite amusing.
Then, the hammer falls. Jesus gives a pretty harsh warning about calling God’s work demonic. Generally, when we hear about the whole blaspheming the Holy Spirit, we isolate as the unforgivable sin and leave it out of the context of the story. The ‘accusers’ have mocked the works of God and credited His work and His healing power to Beelzebub. Most of us do not like someone taking credit for our work,but when the one taking the credit stands for the exact opposite of your whole being this is more than enough to send us over the edge. Pretty serious stuff these experts of the law are doling out.
As the seriousness of the situation begins to sink in, I wonder how many times I attribute the greatness of God to other powers. Maybe I don’t attribute His awesome works to Satan, I do think at times I may take credit myself for things that I had a hand in and withhold glory due to Him. On the other hand, do I accuse God of being the bringer of evil or difficulty, hanging my head in self pity or shaking my first at Him. I know that in some degree, I often lose sight of the giver all good gifts and confuse Him with that old liar. I do not want to make a political statement, but I will tell you that I have to repent of some of the things I have said about people with different view points. I do not believe that is no place demonizing or disparaging any person or group. Jesus took the high (obviously) and set an example for us. The Good News is that He left the door open for every one of us to recognize the great gift of life that He is offering us. It is our job to keep that door open for those that have not seen it yet and avoid giving them reason to attribute our mean or hateful behavior to a God who knows none of that.
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
Twelve: We all know the biblical significance of the number 12. Obviously, to the people of Jesus time twelve was representative of twelve tribes of Israel and only added the excitement that God was doing a new thing. From my limited study, apparently 10 tribes were still considered “lost” at this time and reconciling the twelve tribes would be very significant.
Bible history and Jewish significance aside, 12 is a really cool number. A twelve sided shape is a dodecagon, but a three dimensional shape with three flat sides is a dodecahedron, now that is an awesome name for a shape. As a matter of fact, some scientist believe that the universe is a dodecahedron.
Mathematically, Twelve can be divided by two, three, four and six, making it one of the easiest low numbers to work with and separate into groups, said Dr. Kristen L. Zacharias, a historian of science and philosophy assistant professor at Albright College. The Romans loved 12 so much that they measured weight, length, and money in units of 12. That is all great, but when I think of numbers I usually go the source of all mathematical wisdom … “Schoolhouse Rock”.“Little Twelve Toes” is not one of my favorites, but it does make you think. Actually, Some ancient cultures did use 12 as the basis of their numbering system. How could that be practical?
Glad you asked. They counted the joints on their hands, three joints per finger. Add a thumb, also made up of three joints and you have a very useful hand to perform just about any task imaginable.
So Jesus gathered HIs fingers together to begin the work. Maybe no great insight here, but it is apparent that Jesus was setting a precedence early in His ministry that there was work to be done and that His people were going to be a part of it.
Work is not easy and it is especially hard on the fingers. How many times has the wrench slipped you busted those knuckles. From jammed fingers and scraped knuckles to losing a nail. Years ago, I ran my hand through an electric pizza roller. It smashed all four fingers on my left hand to a point where the skin actually split. Our fingers are on the front line of everything we do.
Regardless, I am one of the fingers that Jesus has chosen to carry out the work and I am supposed to be on the front lines. Often times, I am not that enthusiastic about the whole work thing. As a matter of fact, I can down-right lazy.
“How long will you lie there, O sluggard? When will you arise from your sleep?” (Prov 6:9)
He created me with a purpose and laziness is not an option. It is time to get to work.
“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” (Eph 2:10)
Mark 3:1-6 Healing of the Man with the Withered Hand
Let me tell you about my best friend Charlie.
I was deep into one of the worst years of my life. Due to an injury, I had lost my long time dream of wrestling in college and had subsequently dropped out of school. I had an on-going conflict with my parents and moved back to Kentucky were my fiancé was coming to school with the hopes that I would be able to rehab and get back into school and wrestle again. I took a job at Steak and Egg Kitchen and enrolled in a couple of classes. About two weeks into the semester, she dumped me to experience more fully, the college life. This was the last straw. I plunged deep into depression and was contemplating taking my own life.
Charlie was a tall, drug dealing, long haired, long bearded, blue eyed (Some said he resembled Charlie Manson) janitor at the University of Kentucky Student Center. Despite his many short comings, he waws highly intelligent, had an infectious smile and loved to laugh.
He worked 3 to 11 and I worked 11-7, so about 11:30 he would wander in and sit at the end of the bar, drink coffee, and we talked. He might leave for a while if we got busy, but he would be back. On days that I got off early, he would throw my bike into the back his Mercury Capris and take me back to my apartment. Sensing that I was unstable and never left until he thought I was going to make it through the day. He would sit in a rocker and talk until I fell asleep and then he would quietly head out.
After a while, my depression began to lift. I started hanging around with him at the student center until I headed to work. We pretty much became inseparable. While he did introduce me to some things that were not quite savory, together we both realized that we wanted more from our lives than just a day-to-day existence. While I explored many different religions and philosophies, Charley never really showed any interest until one day we both stumbled across the Gospel of John. Together, the two of us tore hungrily into the writings of “the one whom Jesus loved” wanting desperately to know this love. On the evening of August 12th 1982, on a sidewalk of a busy commercial area in Lexington, that same Jesus came and made Himself real to us and we were forever changed.
Charlie and I walked through that first several months of new life together. We learned to worship, pray and seek the face of the One who met us that day on the Euclid Avenue. I was beginning a new life in more than one way. Within six months, I would be a husband and a father and Charlie was there through that whole transition as well. My best man and God father to our first child, one would think that would we were destined to be joined together for a long time.
Circumstances and direction can change quickly, but we know that God is sovereign and has a plan that we have no clue about at times. Only 3 months after our wedding, we moved 600 miles away in hopes of some stability for our family. Charlie heart would begin to break for a world that, like me , needed to know the love that John had described to us. He gave and he loved and he told everyone that would listen and even some who would not that they did not have to go through life unloved.
We moved back to Lexington about 18 months later for a short period of time as I prepared to enter the Navy. Charlie and I had some time to catch up and pray. We spent one night just before I shipped out praying at his apartment and we both had visions. I saw Him speaking words of love to a crowd and as He turned to leave, fiery arrows pierced his back. He saw himself in a pit trapped with an ugly version of himself and he was scrambling to escape. Needless to say, we were both pretty freaked out. I shipped out and he went back to touching lives.
He had taken in a young, homeless street-wise teenager who was struggling with some very evil influences. Although the young man knew that he wanted his life to change, he was not ready to give up on his old life. One moment he appreciated the guide lines that Charlie set for him, and then some outside influence drew him away. It was frustrating for Charlie, but being patient, Charlie hung in there with him.
I was on hold in Great Lakes, IL awaiting the birth of our third daughter when I received the call. This young man that Charlie had love and cared for and a middle aged lady had brutally killed my friend, stabling him dozens of times in the back him the closet of his apartment.
Why do I tell this story when I read Mark 3:1-6? Yes, this passage address how the world often rejects the love, healing, and love that Jesus brings and responds with hatred, evil plots, and death. You could draw the obvious analogies. Maybe, you think it the fact the Sabbath is for healing and rest and that Charlie has entered his rest and you would be absolutely correct. But the truth is that I will always think of Charlie when I read about these verses because on that day back in 1985, Jesus said to my friend “stretch out yours hand“. You see, my friend, the whom Jesus loved … had a withered hand.
Do you notice that these guys keeping asking Jesus why? They are obviously not getting the message that He is ushering in a whole knew way of thinking and living. Apparently, the Jews still had periods of fasting over calamities in the past like the destruction of the Temple hundreds of years before. They seemed to be living a life of mourning. I have just uncovered a YouTube video of some Pharisees discussing their difficult lives.
In the Sermon on the mount, Jesus warned us to not be anxious for tomorrow. I think here he is sort of saying, forget all garbage in the past. Not only that, He is saying let go of all the garbage from today because today is a day full of hope because He has brought us a whole new day. The Kingdom is here and you cannot process this new day with old ways of thinking.
Last week, I noticed that the gallon of milk in the fridge was about empty so I picked up a new one. When I was getting it out of the car, I dropped it. I did not notice that the bottle had broken until I got inside and it was dripping all over my leg (The same leg I had just poured my coffee on, I was now officially a latte). I did not want to lose that gallon of milk, so I poured out the old milk and poured in the new. Who would figure that just the residual old milk would cause the new milk to go bad 10 days before the new expiration date? So not only did I lose the new milk, I lost the rest of the old milk and a bowl of cereal.
Most days, I am pretty sure that I have some residual milk inside of me that has past expiration date. Regret hangs on to spoil any new joy that God pours into me and pretty much wrecks a day full of hope. On other days, I rest on the laurels of yesterdays actions and leave no room for the blessings of today.
Jesus has a perfectly sized, newly resurrected day with new manna waiting for me each and every morning. There is no room for yesterday’s expired blessings and problems nor tomorrows worries.
Father thank you for this new day with all of it’s hope and opportunity. Fill me up with a batch of You and let me empty it all out on a world that needs you so that I am ready for a new batch tomorrow.
I have to admit that it is still blowing me away that I never noticed this. I have no idea how many times I have read the gospels and if you count the sermons and discussions about them, one would have thought I would have picked up on such an important fact. Second time in two days …
And as he reclined at table in his house, many tax collectors and sinners were reclining with Jesus and his disciples, for there were many who followed him. (Mark 2:15)
He was in His house! He invited these cats into His house! I always thought of Him going into other peoples houses. I actually kind of thought of Him as sort of homeless. It might actually be Peter’s house, but He was at least at home in this place.
So who cares? Why is this a big deal? Maybe to some of you it is not. Many of you may go out, make friends with questionable characters and then bring them home with you? It is one thing to go hang out at the rescue mission, it is entirely different to bring those fellows back to your crib. (I don’t really talk like this, I am just trying to expand my vocabulary).
Of course, Jesus probably did not have much in the way of material possessions, to worry about (which is kind of a point in itself), and no wife or children to protect so this might have been no big deal to Him. We already know that He was not too worried about what people thought, so His reputation was not a concern. So maybe there is not much of a comparison between Jesus and me. After all I have a family, electronics, and standing in my church to be concerned with. (Sarcasm is a virtue … I keep telling myself that)
Seriously, when I think of the heart of Jesus, I think of someone that goes out brings people in just as they are. He does not go out, heal and restore them and then bring them in. At this point, Jesus has called 5 people, 3 fisherman and a tax collector. He took the fishermen from their boats and a tax collector from his toll booth, right where the were living. No probationary period, no qualification … He just took them in, wrapped His arms around them and loved them.
“O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you would not! (Matt 23:37)
I am not really talking about opening my house up to anyone that I might run across in my life. As a man with a family, I do have to be discerning when exposing my family to outside influences. I do however have to open my heart to those around me. Jesus did not pre-qualify people before building relationships and neither should I.
I hate that my mind is continually sizing up (judging) those around me. Some are too high and lofty and others are to low and disgusting for me. I am looking for the ones that are “just right”. Ones I can handle and are not going to drag me down.
Good News … Jesus set a table for me and anyone I want to bring. He has already sent the invitations. Until I overcome my own insecurities, I can just bring everyone to His house.
Jesus has gone home for the first time since starting his public ministry. As we saw yesterday, despite trying to keep it under wraps for a little while, the cleansed leper has leaked it to the press and now everybody has heard that Jesus is doing some really amazing things. Hordes of people want to see what all the fuss is out. The house is full of people wanting a piece of the action. It is not just people wanting a touch from God. The paparazzi as well as the main stream media (scribes) are hanging around as well trying to get the scoop or bring the hammer down. We can see a little more why Jesus wanted to put this off a little while … can’t a guy get a little privacy! But that is not the point today.
The house is backed up out the door. You know there is always going to be “that guy”! The desperate dude that just can’t wait his turn. (I know the traffic is backed up and the left lane is ending … I will zoom up to the front and force my way in) So these guys take their buddy up to the roof, cut a hole and lower him down to Jesus. Seriously? How long has this guy been paralyzed? He couldn’t wait until Jesus came out? Catch him on the way to the outhouse or something. And another thing … whose house is this? I don’t know this for sure, but the text says Jesus was at home … this was His house. Dudes, you just cut a hole in the Son of God’s house, really? You are doing demolition over His head and He don’t even have a hard hat. Give me break!
Most of the time I have heard someone preach about this story, it has been centered around the faith of these guys and their persistence. Actually, I think the guys were rude, impatient, and inconsiderate! I think instead of healing the one guy, I might have considered sending out 5 paralytics. Jesus did not just decide , “hmmm, I think I will push the limits here and say your sins are forgiven instead of be healed”. These guys had just committed sin right there in front of everyone. Forgiveness of sin was definitely in order.
What a new concept! We do not have to be bound by sin … our own sin or the sins of others. If Jesus had allowed justice to be served, not only would this guy not have been healed, but he and his friends would have been carted off to jail. By releasing them (forgiving them) He was free to bring healing and restoration.
How often do I find myself withholding love from others because of some offense that I have held onto? Something as simple as a tone of voice or an eye roll can set me off. Just this week, I withheld blessing from my son for a petty little attitude that he did not even know about. I am not saying that we should ignore sin. Sin has consequences and that can not be ignored. (It would not surprise me in the least to find that Jesus immediately sent those guys up to repair the roof.) The Good News is that sin does not have to bind us from pouring love, compassion and blessing into the lives of others.
“For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Rom 8:5)
Father, show me how to see through sin like Jesus so that I can bring the amazing love and grace of Your Good News to everyone I can.
Mark 1:35-45 Healing of the Leper (Not really the point) I mostly read the English Standard Version. Why? Because I like it. I am beginning to appreciate different translations more and more. Many will debate the accuracy of this one, the readability of that one, and the intent of another … blah, blah, blah. It all makes me realize the sovereignty of God and how amazing His Word really is. His amazing love and grace is not limited by our ability to read or hear, much less our ability to write or properly interpret dead languages. No offense to those who have dedicated their lives to reading, interpreting, translating and teaching classical biblical languages. My son-in-law and many others in my family have made this their live’s work and have touched many lives through their pursuit. God uses them to provide us with new insights and perspectives from an unchanging God to an ever-changing people. My point? If God wants to speak to me and my need out through a translation or paraphrase translated and written by an ass, well, it would not be the first time. (maybe it is written in my language)
All of this to say that a word in verse 35 jumped out at me … ’desolate’. (New American Standard)
“And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, andthere he prayed.” (Mark 1:35 New American Standard Version)
This word is not used in any other translation that I could find. It is usually translated with ‘lonely’ or ‘deserted’ or a close synonym. ‘Desolate’ may very well be a “bad” translation, but it said something to me.
des•o•late [adj. des-uh-lit; v. des-uh-leyt] Show IPA adjective, verb, des•o•lat•ed,des•o•lat•ing. adjective
barren or laid waste; devastated: a treeless, desolate landscape
deprived or destitute of inhabitants; deserted; uninhabited.
solitary; lonely: a desolate place.
having the feeling of being abandoned by friends or by hope; forlorn.
Jesus had just made the decision to take the show on the road, so to speak. Knowing that a small town ministry was about to explode may have added to the reality of the task at hand. He needed to be ready and these fisherman he had gathered were not going to be much help, so He had to go to the only One that could give Him comfort and assurance. When I see the word ‘desolate’ I see Jesus’s humanity. He knew what was coming and, like in the garden later on, He was not relishing this next step. If you were Him and could see into the future for the next 3 years, how would you picture the landscape? #5 dreary; dismal; gloomy: desolate prospects. or perhaps #1 barren or laid waste; devastated: a treeless, desolate landscape. How would you feel? #4 having the feeling of being abandoned by friends or by hope; forlorn.
The place that he went to pray may not have been any of these things, but seeing the path laid before Him, I can imagine that when He fell on the ground before His Father, the landscape of prayer that He found himself in may have been pretty desolate. Did He really expect that leper He healed in verses 41 & 42 to keep quiet? Maybe He hoped the He could buy a little more time before things kicked into high gear. Maybe not … but I know that I would be scrambling for a little more time if I were Him!
I am sort of a morning person. The peace and beauty of the morning, with the gentle sounds of birds or rain or wind, allow me to feel God’s presence in a special way. Unless …
‘Then lead on!’ said Boromir. “But it is perilous.’ ‘Perilous indeed,’ said Aragorn, ‘fair and perilous; but only evil need fear it, or those who bring some evil with them.’ (JRR Tolkien: Fellowship of the Ring)
Although it may not be evil that I bring with me to the Lord, (obviously it was not evil that Jesus brought) but the landscape of prayer that I enter is often dark and dismal because of the fear, doubt, and burdens that I bring. Sometimes those quiet mornings become pretty creepy and that place of peace seems pretty desolate. When I feel unprepared or unqualified for a task before, I often catch myself doing a little prayer dance around the issue.
I think God understands that I bring these things with me to the prayer closet and He rejoices that I am there. I don’t always get off my knees fired up to enter the fray, but I get up knowing that He is with me.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever! (Psalm 30:11,12)