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What is Joy? {a lesson in opposites}

What is love?

Is it the opposite of hate? Is it God? Is it the thing that makes the world go round?

What is joy?

Is it a feeling or a state of mind? Is it a divine gift? If it’s different than happiness, then how so? Is it found in a sense of purpose or optimism?

What is peace?

Is it the absence of conflict? Is it epiphany and self-actualisation? Is it serenity in the midst of crisis? Is it an emotion or an escape?

Love. Joy. Peace.

These are well-wishes on a holiday card, a lofty goal to achieve, like world peace. They are the prizes to be sought and still they continue to defy definition, although countless works of art, songs, books, poems and movies have been produced, crafted by talented artisans, in an attempt to define the ethereal-yet-substantive nature of these words.

- Christians believe that these are the first three in the infamous “Fruit of the Spirit” list in Paul’s letter to the Galations: But the fruit of the spirit is Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness and Self-Control.

- Hindu’s believe they are present in stages of enlightenment and the quality of Nirvana.

- Atheists believe they are conjured through free-thought and goodwill.

I believe that love, joy and peace are more easily defined in what they are not.

Though my life has been lived in first-world comfort, I have seen enough of the lack of love, joylessness and chaos to know what I don’t want.

I may be confused about how to define love but I cannot question hate.

I have felt rage within myself, I have seen it in others. I have felt the tense bristling of a hateful person suck the energy and life out of a room. I don’t question the reality or existence of hate.

I have seen despair and depression rape the beauty and steal the lives from loved ones.

I have seen its shadow creep, felt the nothingness of joylessness consume. It is very real. I have friends who live with the pain of living after a loved-one has capitulated to sorrow and ended life in suicide. No, I cannot question the reality of sadness unchained.

And I have witnessed the wreckage of confusion and disordered thinking and a live of striving.

I’ve seen the generational destruction of this madness. I’ve watched relationships crumble in frustrated confusion, miscommunication.

Many of us hope that we leave the world, or our little corner of it, a more loving, joyful, peaceful place than we found it, yet how do we create something tangible out of these intangibles?

Many say love is a verb, love is a choice… it’s more than a feeling or emotion. And, that’s true somewhat.

I say, in order to have a life marked by love, and joy and peace, too, one must be subscribed to the idea that we are beings capable of loving, joying and peacing as much as we are capable of hating, hurting and yielding to confusion.

Could this capacity be the very proof that we are created in the image of God?

What love, joy and peace are not clearly define in my experience and comprehension what, in fact, they are.

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Late in his life, King David’s son, Absalom, incited a rebellion in an attempt to take the reign of the kingdom from his own father.(2 Samuel 15-18) Talk about rebellious kids!

David has always been an enigma to me. The Bible calls him a “man after God’s own heart” yet he spent most of his years on the battle field, many years spent running from his predecessor, Saul, and some even in hiding from his own son.

How could this man who wrote the psalms that shaped the memories of the nation of Israel, the verses that carried comfort and prophesied the coming Christ, raise a child so rebellious that he raped his own sister and rebelled so strongly against his father that he tried to take away the kingdom? (Not to mention the mess with Uriah the Hittite and his beautiful wife, Bathsheba.) David’s life was messy and scattered with a slew of hate, hurt and confusion.

But David knew the One who possessed all love, all joy and all peace. He knew at which throne to kneel for forgiveness and healing, for real love, true joy and peace.

And I think it’s for the absence of all good in David’s life, the dark corners of caves, the starving days and nights in the wilderness, the depths of remorse and the terror of pursuit, that he came to fully comprehend all the goodness in God.

In the middle of a small psalm written while he was on the run run from his murderous son, David declared:

“Because your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise you.”( Psalm 63:3)

Consider the scene:

He rises early.

The mist of night still clings to the desert and he finds his soul as dry and empty as the land around him. Perhaps he sat his old bones on a rock, felt the stiffness of years grip his joints and the exhaustion of all this running bear down on him like a weight. And he looks around him and sees the evidence of death. Looks at his hands, the instruments of praise and murder, blessing and destruction and then looks to the pale, dawn sky:

1 O God, You are my God;
​​Early will I seek You;
​​My soul thirsts for You;
​​My flesh longs for You
​​In a dry and thirsty land
​​Where there is no water.

When there is nothing left, where do you look?

When there is no one else, whom do you call? David knew full the cost of his erring. He knew the indulgences and neglect that he was guilty of in Absalom’s life. He felt the burden and blame as a millstone. His family life was a wreck. His nation was hanging by a thread to the mercy of Jehovah and there was no clear answer before him. Only God. David would have to return from hiding and face whatever would come of this recent war, the war within his own home, this humiliation and undoing. But here, in the infant morning the desert became awash with truth, the truth that comes from ashes and emptiness:

2 So I have looked for You in the sanctuary,
​​To see Your power and Your glory.

And he found that God was the source of everything worth living for:

3 ​​Because Your lovingkindness is better than life,
​​My lips shall praise You.

4 ​​Thus I will bless You while I live;
​​I will lift up my hands in Your name.

If it was hunger, only God could satisfy:

5 ​​My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness,
​​And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.

If he faced fear and loneliness, God would be a present source of comfort and protection:
6 ​​When I remember You on my bed,
​​I meditate on You in the night watches.

If it was danger, God would always come to his aid:

7 ​​Because You have been my help,
​​Therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.

So there is but one choice whatever the day brings. One choice:

8 ​​My soul follows close behind You;
​​Your right hand upholds me.

9 ​​But those who seek my life, to destroy it,
​​Shall go into the lower parts of the earth.

10 ​​They shall fall by the sword;
​​They shall be a portion for jackals.

11 ​​But the king shall rejoice in God;
​​Everyone who swears by Him shall glory;
​​But the mouth of those who speak lies shall be stopped.

David was willing to rejoice in God even if Absalom’s sword struck through him.

God had proven himself in David’s life. But he had proven himself through the mess, through the testing and warring and selfishness. So an old man (a king who remembered well the day Samuel’s oil ran through his hair and down his chin and declared him the chosen one) stood in the desert and knew joy, love, peace, because he knew the depths of absentia. He knew the devastating apartness that is living disconnected from God.

And that made the love purer, the joy richer, the peace surpassing and enlivened a tired, beaten down man to shout songs of praise: because God’s lovingkindness was better than life itself.

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Friend,

I like comfort. I like the way it feels when the baby is soft in my arms, the sun is shining and the bills are paid. I want to feel like “all’s right with the world”. But when it isn’t? Then what?

If you are battling disease, your past, your teenager, your credit debt, your spouse, you might, like David, look out at the wasteland and cry: there is nothing here!

But the disaster holds the gift. God’s lovingkindness is his grace faithfully extended toward you, and me, always. He is always working on our behalf and will work things out. We can choose to embrace that reality, or not. But like David, I want to rise and face whatever may come knowing there is something better than life: God’s love. That is joy and peace and strength and goodness and everything I need and more, to face the future. There’s enough for you, too.

blessings,

Alyssa

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{Advent} Come to the Party!

You are invited to the party.

Your name is on the list.

“Come unto me” – Matthew 11:28

Nothing you have ever done or might ever do can retract the invitation. It is written in the palm of the hand of Jesus, in the Lamb’s book of life, etched with the blood of Jesus, the one who is called the Passover Lamb and the Good Shepherd.

Christmas is the invitation. It is the grand story that reaches into all human thought and imagination. A hazardous journey, a baby born healthy against all odds, a sky emblazoned with angels, simple shepherds and philosophers alike worshipping. Visits from heaven’s messengers, a midnight run to Egypt, a lost boy in Jerusalem, a voice from heaven over the man dipped in the River Jordan. A rag-tag group of followers, the forgiven and the healed, conflict with positional leadership. Multitudes calling for a healer, a leader, a hero. Multitudes shaking fists and an innocent man dying. All along the way his life spoke the word: Come!

And then the divine collided with humanity and the baby born against all odds in a cold, harsh stable became the man, crucified by the harsh Roman regime, not bound by death like every other man. Here was the empty tomb and the stone rolled away. Here was the resurrected Savior, speaking gentle words to Mary and sharing breakfast with confounded travelers.

And it is in that divine collision that we hear again the invitation: Come. Come and see the One and Only who defeated death. Come and receive the free gift of salvation. In the name Jesus, we receive life, love, forgiveness, freedom, peace, joy.

Come and see. Come and receive every good and perfect gift that comes through the name, Jesus. 

The story of Christmas indeed holds plenty of drama and good story-telling. A story alone isn’t compelling enough to build a religion around. The compelling factor is what we see when others who have responded to the invitation, “Come”, and now walk in freedom and peace, loving and spirit-filled and changed! It is the stories of the lives, millions upon millions of us, who have been redeemed and irreversibly changed by the First Story of Christmas.

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(Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, December 16) The cry of the Christian religion is the gentle word, “Come”. The Jewish law harshly said, “go, take head unto thy steps as to the path in which thou shalt walk. Break the commandments, and thou shalt perish; keep them, and thou shalt live.” The law was a dispensation of terror, which drove men  before it as with a scourge; the gospel draws with bands of love. Jesus is the good Shepherd going before His sheep, bidding them follow Him, and ever leading the onwards with the sweet word, “Come”. The law repels, the  gospel attracts. The law shows the distance which there is between God and man; the gospel bridges that awful chasm, and brings the sinner across it.

From the first moment of your spiritual life until you are ushered into glory, the language of Christ to you will be, “Come, come unto me”.

As a mother puts out her finger to her little child and woos it to walk by saying, “Come”, even so does Jesus. He will always be ahead of you, bidding you follow Him as the soldier follows his captain. He will always go before you to pave your way, and clear your path, and you shall hear His animating voice calling you after Him all through life; while in the solemn hour of death, His sweet words with which He shall usher you into the heavenly world shall be– “Come, ye blessed of my Father”.

And further, this is not only Christ’s cry to you, but, if you be a believer, this is your cry to Christ, “Come! Come!”. You will be longing for his second advent; you will be saying, “Come quickly, even so come Lord Jesus”. You will be panting for nearer and closer communion with Him. As His voice to you is “Come”, your response to Him will be, “Come Lord, abide with me. Come, and occupy alone the throne of my heart; reign there without a rival, and consecrate me entirely to Thy service”.

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Kill the Madwoman

Her soft hands, so fresh from womb, only a few years into this journey called life, placed one smooth-sided block atop another. Her black eyes–steeled flint in focus–worked the masterpiece in the child’s mind. When the final block was placed, pinnacle of the preschool room, she rested hands on lap and breathed the sweet release of the creative and her eyes shone with the single, satisfying comprehnsion: perfection.

But it would not last.

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Nothing we build with hands and smooth-stoned concentration truly lasts.

In a moment, the ziggurat toppled as another girl’s glistening buckle-strapped Mary Janes marched through the valley of perfection. Her single-minded goal was the dolly resting non-chalant in the pink plastic shopping cart. Her single thought? Mine.

Wails from the builder-girl. Dolly-snatcher trips, lands face first on a Barbie car. Chaos and madness.

And no one got what they wanted.

Crying for comfort, for redemption, for justice they both came to me. I was the fair judge, the lord-of-the-preschool, the One who could set it all aright. Read the rest of this post…

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On Every Leanin’ Side

A full week had passed since I’d seen her.

It was a busy week for me. I’d met with experts and visited with dozens of people that week. I hardly slept; food, five courses delivered at breakfast, lunch and dinner, sat barely eaten.

Although that week was busier than I could have imagined, I found myself pausing, lingering long on deep sighs, yearning to be together again.

Because even though I was exactly where I needed to be, I wanted to be home.

Just a week earlier, my hand brushed the iron knob on death’s door. I came so close I nearly pushed it’s rough surface and crossed the threshold from life to death. But I was saved, and with some help, I was living still.

While I spent my days and nights under expert medical care, my youngest daughter slept over with cousins, swam in the silver sunlight of waning summer and played in the garden with her brother. Until I was well enough to see her, she cried and wondered, processed and prayed while under the care of people who have loved her since her birth nine years ago.

A storm had rushed through.

Although I was improving daily, like all storms, it had strewn the debris of daily life and continued to rumble thunderous on its way eastward. The worst of it was over, yet the the storm had not yet fully passed.

It took a team of doctors and nurses to mend all my broken parts and set my body on the healing path. It took a huge team of people, and the leadership and direction of a committed few, to begin the process of putting our life back together.  It took the prayers of hundreds across the globe and the tearful prayers of our hand-holding, faithful elderly parents and hopeful children alike. They all, like me, wrestled with the reality that they could do their best and then trust, pray and wait.

Trust, pray and wait. The trivium of a life of faith.

Isaiah 26:3-4 “You will keep those in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you! Trust in the Lord always, for the Lord God is the eternal Rock.”

And the promised result? Always perfect peace. In the Hebrew text,

‘Shalom shalom’.

Peace on every side.

Like the old spiritual song sung by slaves traded and abused who’s hope burnished bright with the rubbing of so much pain, “support us Lord on every leanin’ side.

Yes, Lord, you keep me safe in the enclave of your peace.

I will trust in you. I will, in the midst of the storm and the  after; I will set the cross-hairs of my attention on you. I will wait for you–and you will not fail me.

Why?

Because you are God Eternal, and the Lord of my life and the Eternal Rock. You are Jesus, the cornerstone of truth, the foundation of my life. And during this time that I cannot stand on my own,

I can stand firmly in the knowledge that you’ve got me;

you’ve got me on every leanin’ side.

The evening she arrived at my hospital room door, the August sun was dipping low in golden light that pooled in the western foothills. She entered and strode directly to my bedside, straight into my embrace. Her growing feet newly fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace {Ephesians 6:15} walked into my room. She climbed into the side of the bed opposite of my injuries and her body curled into my own.She melted into me. Complete and quieted, content to be restful by my side.

The prayers are working, because although she had faced the terror of losing her mommy, she had faced it. The faith that led her to turn to God built a trust within her that she would never had known had she not faced the  dark fear as well. It’s a learned faith now rooted deeply within her.

The truth that she has a Peace and a Savior on every leaning side

is now her truth.

And I held her and breathed thanksgiving over her, stroked her hair and swallowed hard. We will have many difficult roads ahead (I’m certain because Jr. High looms on the horizon!), yet we would have this moment, this stone of remembrance. The tears gathered up in the corners of my eyes, because gratitude has a way of spilling out — and I can live with that.

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Make the truth your truth as well. Believing in Jesus as Savior, trusting in his Word and Truth, is a lifestyle, a relationship, a renewing of our minds. It’s not merely liturgy or a set of rules and rewards or a mystic feeling. It is foundational, rock-solid reality. And it can be yours.

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{Advent} The Shepherd from Bethlehem

Micah 5:2-5
“But as for you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
Too little to be among the clans of Judah,
From you One will go forth for Me to be ruler in Israel.
His goings forth are from long ago,
From the days of eternity.”

Therefore He will give them up until the time
When she who is in labor has borne a child.
Then the remainder of His brethren
Will return to the sons of Israel.

And He will arise and shepherd His flock
In the strength of the LORD,
In the majesty of the name of the LORD His God.
And they will remain,
Because at that time He will be great
To the ends of the earth.

This One will be our peace.

Micah the prophet wrote these words to God’s people 700 years before Jesus was born in a stable in Bethlehem.

Micah wrote of a small clan, a town that never amounted to much and a woman in labor; then he writes of a Ruler, a Shepherd, our Peace and the one whose greatness would be known to the ends of the earth. What a contrast!

God isn’t impressed by what impresses us. Positional leadership doesn’t catch his eye, nor does power derived from position, wealth, even hard work. 

The One who will be our peace, whose greatness is known to the ends of the earth was compared to a shepherd. Remember the “shepherds abiding in the fields”? They were simple, uneducated men; not men of influence or renown, but humble, hardworking commoners.

“He will arise and shepherd His flock in the strength of the Lord.”

Another version says he “shall stand and feed”. Jesus lived every moment in the strength of the Father. Over and again he stole away from the crowds to pray, only to return to minister, heal and teach. Jesus never questioned the value of his work or the majesty of the God who sent him. He engaged the crowds, involved the disciples and shepherded his flock always in the strength of the Lord.

Jesus always turned to God before he acted out. He always remained, abided, in the strength of the Father so he continued in his ability to do his work.

Have you ever heard of the acronym H.A.L.T.? It’s often used by Alcoholics Anonymous to help people understand the things that trigger a relapse. Hurt, Angry, Lonely or Tired–HALT. It’s an amazing little series of questions to ask ourselves when we are discouraged. Did I say those mean things to my husband because I was hurt? How do I act when I’m lonely–needy, critical, despondent? And how many times have I lashed out at my kids because I was tired? When we answer honestly, we will see that our bad behavior is often precipitated by hurt feelings, anger, loneliness or fatigue.

God isn’t concerned with our sphere of influence or our past (or the past few minutes!), however sordid or accomplished. God is concerned with us abiding in his strength so that we can, like Jesus, find our purpose in serving God and others. Sadly, Christmastime becomes a season of striving, but it’s meant to be a time we focus on and learn from the One who will be our Peace. Let’s turn to him to receive the strength we need to stand up and care for others. Let’s stop the striving and lean into God before we make the mistakes from our shallow wells or hurt, anger, loneliness and fatigue.

We can be more peaceful when we are abiding with Jesus our Peace, instead of abiding in our past, our power or our position. 

Make this Christmas your Peaceful Season!

Blessings,

Alyssa

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