Saturday, July 22, 2006

Take Me In

I was sitting at my computer tonight importing a musical Compact Disc into iTunes. One by one the songs played through my speakers as they copied to my hard drive. As I listened, I rated each one on a scale of one to 10. Turns out...every single song is a "10". And that CD is Strong Tower by the band Kutless.

One song especially struck an emotional chord within me. I couldn't help but stop the import and play the song...again and again. That song is Take Me In, by Dave Browing. I share it with you now.


Take me past the outer courts and through the holy place; past the brazen alter...

Lord I want to see Your face.

Pass me by the crowds of people and the priests who sing Your praise;




I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness, but it's only found in one place...

Take me in to the Holy of Holies;
Take me in by the blood of the Lamb.
Take me in to the Holy of Holies;
Take the coal, cleanse my lips, here I am.


Indeed, I worshipped.

Monday, July 17, 2006

A True Worshiper

During my devotional time last Saturday morning I read the following scripture in the Bible, "Mary...sat at Jesus' feet and heard His words. But Martha was distracted with much serving." And the passage made me think about worship versus service. I asked myself, "Which is more important in the life of a follower of Jesus Christ...worship or service?" Then I read the following lesson on the priority of worship over service in John Macarthur's Twelve Extraordinary Women. I share it with you now...

"It's interesting to read the [story of Martha and Mary] and try to imagine how the average woman might respond if placed in a situation like Martha's. My strong suspicion is that many women would be inclined to sympathize with Martha, not Mary. After all, it would normally be considered rude to let your sister do all the hard work in the kitchen while you sit chatting with guests. So, in a real sense, Martha’s feelings were natural and somewhat understandable. That may be one reason Jesus' rebuke was so mild. In normal circumstances, any older sister would think it obligatory for the younger sister to help in serving a meal to guests. In other words, what Martha expected Mary to do was, in itself, perfectly fine and good.

Nevertheless, what Mary was doing was better still. She had chosen that good part. She had discovered the one thing needful: true worship and devotion of one's heart and full attention to Christ. That was a higher priority even than service, and the good part she had chosen would not be taken away from her, even for the sake of something as gracious and beneficial as helping Martha prepare Jesus a meal. Mary's humble, obedient heart was a far greater gift to Christ than Martha's well-set table. This establishes worship as the highest of all priorities for every [believer in Christ]. Nothing, including even service rendered to Christ, is more important than listening to Him and honoring Him with our hearts.

Remember what Jesus told the Samaritan woman at the well: God is seeking true worshipers. Christ had found one in Mary. He would not affirm Martha's reprimand of her, because it was Mary, not Martha, who properly understood that worship is a higher duty to Christ than service rendered on His behalf.

It is a danger, even for people who love Christ, that we not become so concerned with doing things for Him that we begin to neglect hearing Him and remembering what He has done for us. We must never allow our service for Jesus to crowd out our worship of Him. The moment our works become more important to us than our worship, we have turned the true spiritual priorities on their heads.

In fact, that tendency is the very thing that is so poisonous about all forms of pietism and theological liberalism. Whenever you elevate good deeds over sound doctrine and true worship, you ruin the works too. Doing good works for the works' sake has a tendency to exalt self and depreciate the work of Jesus Christ.

Good deeds, human charity, and acts of kindness are crucial expressions of real faith, but they must flow from a true reliance on God's redemption and His righteousness. After all, our own good works can never be a means of earning God's favor; that's why in scripture the focus of faith is always on what God has done for us...and never on what we do for Him. Observe any form of religion where good works are ranked as more important than authentic faith or sound doctrine, and you'll discover a system that denigrates Jesus while unduly magnifying self.

Not that Martha was guilty of gross self-righteousness. We shouldn't be any harsher in our assessment of her than Christ was. She loved the Lord. Her faith was real, but by neglecting the needful thing [listening at the feet of Jesus along with Mary] and busying herself with mere activity, she became spiritually unbalanced. Her behavior reminds us that a damaging spirit of self-righteousness can slip in and contaminate even the hearts of those who have sincerely embraced Christ as their true righteousness. Martha's harshness toward Mary exposed precisely that kind of imbalance in Martha's own heart.

Jesus' gentle words of correction to Martha (As well as His commendation of Mary) set the priorities once more in their proper order. Worship, which is epitomized here by listening intently to Jesus' teachings, is the one thing most needed. Service to Christ must always be subordinate to worship."

Awe, the answer to my question, "Which is more important...worship or service?" Answer: worship. And according to Jesus' own words, worship is more needful to His followers. Devotion of one's heart and full attention to Him is true worship.

Furthermore, I realized that service motivated by a pure desire to emulate the character of Christ is an act of worship. Everything I do, everything I say should glorify Jesus...from the moment I awake until the moment I fall asleep, I am to worship Him. And my trip to Wyoming was just that: worship.

From the moment I awoke until the moment I fell asleep I was in awe of the majesty of my Creator and the breathtaking works of His hands: an ocean of sky and clouds, pristine lakes, rugged mountains and shorelines. Could there be a more glorious temple in which to worship the Savior than the one He created for me in the tiny parcel of earth called Fremont Lake?

Sitting on my granite perch, standing on a sandy beach, or walking a road less traveled...Jesus had my heart's devotion and full attention. He had my worship.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Gone Fishin'



WOW! What a week! I just returned from the most pristine place I've ever been and am speechless to describe it. But that's okay...because a picture paints a thousand words.

So, I'll let the pictures do the talking...for now.



PS. Thanks Jim for taking us to the edge of Heaven!

Friday, July 07, 2006

Pursuing Excellence

Over the last two years I've learned to never leave home without a book in hand because I never know how long I will be waiting when I get to where I'm going. And rather than sit and fidget, get impatient and complain...I open my book. Today, while waiting in my doctor's office, I did just that.

I opened Joel Osteen's Your Best Life Now and read the last two chapters. He shared a story that I'd like to share now with all of you.

"I heard a story about a wealthy man whose friend was a builder. This builder was down on his luck and hadn't had much work lately, so the wealthy man felt sorry for him and decided to help him out. He gave him a set of plans and a check for $300,000. He said, 'I want you to build me a new home. I don't have time to bother with it. I'm turning it all over to you. You make all the decisions. I trust you. If you do a good job, I promise to pay you well.' This builder was so excited. He could finally start making some money.

But he got to thinking, 'If I cut a few corners here and there, maybe I could pocket some of that $300,000.' So he went out and bought the cheapest concrete he could find. He had the cement mixer water it down so it would stretch further. He saved four or five thousand dollars right there.

Excited, he went out and found the cheapest lumber he could find. Some of it was bent and warped and crooked. He didn't care. It was going to be hidden behind the walls. Nobody would ever see it. He did the same thing with the plumbing, electrical work, and so on...cutting corners and saving money. When the house was completed, he had saved nearly $40,000, which he discreetly deposited in his own bank account.

He called his wealthy friend to come take a look at the house. The purchaser was quite impressed. On the surface, the home looked beautiful. He never guessed that the builder had cut corners, compromising the integrity of the whole house. The builder was ecstatic as he noted the pleased expression on the owner's face. He couldn't wait to see how much he was going to get paid. After all, he knew the owner was a very generous man.

As the wealthy man walked to the front door, he turned with a twinkle in his eye and said to the builder, 'You know, I don't really need this home. I already have a beautiful home. I was just trying to help you out and do you a favor.' He handed the builder the keys, and said, 'Here my friend. This is for you. You've just built yourself a brand-new home.' That builder nearly passed out. He thought, 'If I had known it was going to be my own, I would have built it a whole lot better!'

The truth is, whether we realize it or not...we all are building our own homes. We may cut corners here and there, but it's not hurting anybody except ourselves. Those poor decisions will weaken our foundations, causing us all kinds of problems in the future. Everything may look fine on the surface, but what really counts is what's going on within the walls, behind closed doors.

What do we do when nobody is watching? Are we watering down our foundations because of a lack of integrity? Are we cheating people here and not paying taxes over there, compromising right and left? What kind of materials are we putting into our own homes?

This builder got into his new house and three months later, he was having foundation problems. Six months after that, cracks appeared in the walls. The plumbing wouldn't work right. It cost him far more than the $40,000 he'd "saved" to fix all those problems. If he had it to do over again, he would do it right the first time."

Yep...made me think, too. Need I say more?

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Grace Falls Like Rain

Today is Independence Day in America. Hundreds of thousands of people are spending today with family and friends at barbeques and parades. However, I chose to spend this 4th of July high up in the Uinta Mountains at the home of a dear friend...alone. And I do not regret doing so.

For at this very moment I am gazing out windows that reach to the sky...admiring torrents of rain and brilliant lightning as loud cracks of thunder explode around me. Who needs firework displays (Or light shows) when the Creator shows up in such glorious spectacle, making known His presence with such beauty, power, and majesty? On the stereo Jeremy Camp sings,

"I feel Your grace fall like rain..."

To the east of me is the bluest sky filled with huge, fluffy white clouds...tinged with bits of gray. The clouds appear to have captured the rain; mountain tops are visibly green and gold with foliage. However, to the west...the sky is muted in hues of gray and the mountains appear black in stark contrast. From my vantage point, the foliage cannot be seen through the dark clouds and heavy rain. Jeremy is singing again...

"I feel Your grace fall like rain...washing away my pain."

I close my eyes and think briefly upon painful memories of my past: pain from an unwanted divorce seven years ago; pain from consequences suffered as a result of poor decision making; and last...pain from regrets (The shoulda-coulda-wouldas). These memories 'play' like a computer slide-show in my head.

I mentally 'click' the close button, then right click for the 'delete' button: Grace. I willingly, desperately select Grace and open my eyes to the visual glory of the Creator surrounding me. Arms extended heavenward, I accept His Grace and sing:

"I feel Your grace fall like rain."


P.S. Let freedom rain!

Sunday, July 02, 2006

I Surrender

My friend and sister-in-Christ, Sheila Stubblefied, wrote the following poem. I asked her if I could put it on my blog...she said sure. Now, I share her poem with all of you.

"Surrender"

Help me to surrender my eyes and mind on you.
Teach me to surrender my problems to you so that I can climb the stairway up to Heaven.
Surrender it all to God so some might spill out on the world.

We surrender grief, sorrow, and pain to you through the grace of Your love.
Surrender a case of hopelessness in an empty place of mind and heart.
Now I surrender it all to You...at the cross.

Thank you, God. I surrender it all to You!

Approximately one year ago I had the privilege of leading a Rock Canyon Church Connection Group (Small group) comprised of women from diverse backgrounds and of various ages. The purpose of our group was to meet weekly for fellowship, relationship, and discipleship. Into this group came Sheila.

Sheila suffers from several maladies: Diabetes, Arthritis, high blood pressure, seizures, depression, and severe anxiety. Her childhood was plagued with severe abuse (Physical, emotional, and sexual); she was raped as an adult; and lost her six-year old daughter in a tragic shotgun accident.

Independence Day is just around the corner and freedom in Jesus never looked so good. So...let's get out our white flags and wave them!


P.S. Sheila, I'm so proud of you! I love you forever.