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It’s Not Always Pretty, But It Is Always Good {My Story in Video}

I watched spring this morning. The robins hopped on greening grass. Goldfinch looked in the window as if to ask me, “Are you ever going to fill that feeder with thistle?” Cold blue skies, swept with light clouds promised the coming warm days.

I was struck again, anew, by the beautiful reality that I can go fill the feeder, dig in the soil of my own yard, walk to the tune of birdsong.

A year ago, I was recovering from a second surgery where the surgeons removed the titanium rod from my fibula and reamed a larger one through that leg-bone to aggravate my body to produce enough new bone cells to fill in the gaps between the breaks that had refused to heal.

I was struck again by the miracle of the incarnation of Jesus, the decision of a limitless God to take on the form and limitations of humanity, to trade infinite power for fragility. This flesh and bone grace of the incarnation of Jesus Christ makes all other miracles, including the resurrection from the dead, possible, meaningful even.

I am in wonder of the humanity of Jesus, our personal, human, savior.

My church is telling stories. The stories of key people in the Bible and the stories of average people in our town who have been awakened in soul by the love of Jesus, whose lives have been transformed by grace. I’m humbled to be included in the storytelling series.

Friend, our stories are always in the process of being written. Might I encourage you to courageously read the story of your life and see where God has, indeed, shown up along your life’s timeline. He is always working to reveal his truth to you, to grace your mistakes with forgiveness and give you purpose beyond your own scope of vision.

Story – Alyssa from Life Center on Vimeo.

linked with Emily’s love dare here. Emily is a beautiful, insightful writer with a new book coming out!

And, with Michelle De Rusha, for Hear It on Sunday, Use It on Monday.

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1 Reason Why Your Story Matters

Here It is. The One Reason.

1. Your Story Matters

At Life Center Church in Spokane, My Story is the current series. The Big Idea is to consider where God’s Story (see Genesis-Revelation in the Bible) and your story intersect.

It may seem to you like you’ve no story at all

Or perhaps your story is embarrassing, ugly, regrettable.

Yes, it is.

But it’s also this: Redeemed.

That’s the amazing thing about getting to know Jesus. He redeems all our regrets, all our mistakes, even all our good traits and uses them to tell the world, the hurting, the neighbor fighting cancer and the kid at on the corner this truth: Jesus cares about you.

My friend has the superhuman task of interviewing and filming, editing and presenting the stories of people whose lives have been picked up, dusted off, bought back and given purpose and a Great Hope through the good news of Jesus Christ. It’s a both a battle and an honor for him to rise to this task, but if I could, I would give him a medal. These stories are precious and necessary.

Here’s one to watch. Perhaps it’s like yours, or maybe different. Only know this: there is unmistakable hope and freedom in telling your story about how God’s big story intersected your small one.

Story – Lauren from Life Center on Vimeo.

What do you think?

Do you have the courage, like Lauren, to speak your truth and tell your story?

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An Unchained Melody

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“Bring back our captives.” Psalm 126:4

Liberty of Soul

We circled around the little family and prayed.

It was a sending-off prayer. A time to rejoice at the opportunity of a mission trip to Puerto Penasco, Mexico, where my friend and a team of volunteers were going to help construct buildings for a Bible Training Center, a center of life in the heart of Mexico.

Just a few years ago, my friend was a captive.

Successful at work but miserable in his marriage and in his private self, he sat in the back of church and said, “God, you take this life, this marriage and see what you can do with it. I’m done trying.”

Knowing his story made the send-off prayer that much sweeter.

Knowing that a guy who lived almost forty years of his life on his own terms, who recognized he was a prisoner of his own perceived “freedom”, who dangled at the end of his rope and called out to Jesus could be used by God to teach others how to build (and do it all for Jesus), well, it blessed me. He’s known the bitterness and weariness of doing life on his terms, he knows the captive way of thinking and the rubbing of the chains of its shame.

I see and love this family and their children who hold passports into freedom’s realm because their parents are choosing to call Christ king and obey his word. They are a family of hope, not perfection, but hope in liberty of soul.

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A Secret Captive

I knelt in prayer for her again.

Part of my heart beats for her because I’ve known her that long; our lives are intertwined and I ache, ache for her. She is a captive, her saved soul enchained in secrets. Continue reading

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Death and a Promise {My March Garden and Predestination}

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It is early March and the garden is a graveyard.

Stripped leafless, raspberry canes stand as skeleton sentinels over the raised beds that appear in the gray March morning as bleached-cedar crypts.

It is a deserted graveyard of  last summer’s folly and autumn’s frosted nights. Leaves lay clung to one another in a dappled, moulded pile on wet earth; and stems, once green founts of nourishment, poke the air in haphazard directions.

It all looks an architectural experiment gone awry, a verdant dystopia of what once was and what I’m left with is slime and detritus and memories.

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But I breathe in chilled air laced with the scents of earthy decomposition and I breathe out again and say,

It is all death and a promise.

That is the gardener’s life: to accept the seasons and the life and loss that they bring with a trowel in hand and hope in heart.

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That is the life I choose. But before that, it was the life that chose me.

Before I gardened, before I carried babies in the womb and heart and arms, before I pledged lifelong love to my sweetheart, before I knew any sort of loss or living, before I came to be, the death and the promise claimed me. The story it tells and the future I hold with trembling fingers because of it is the mystery, the resolution, the revelation and the life.

In a few lines of a letter written to a church in the city of Ephesus, Paul runs a broad highlighter through the eons of time and answers mankind’s united questions: Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going?

“Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes.” (Ephesians 1:4)

Even before he made the world. While darkness enveloped the solar system we call home and the breath of heaven had not yet inspired life by hovering and moving and undulating power over the darkness there was this: God loved us.

God loved us.

Before he created a twinkle or a drop or a seed.

Who? you may ask, because people are always categorizing, drawing lines in sand and making rules and structures and buildings to include and exclude.

Us.

Jesus whispered the truth to the old Pharisee: it is not the will of the Father that any man should perish.

He loved us and chose us all. Us all!

And then he made a garden.

He started the magnificent ball rolling, the seasons and the seed and the harvest. He started the miracle of microbes and  decomposition….before the fall and fruit and eyes-wide-open sinners hid behind trees and pointed blaming fingers.

Death has really been a part of the plan all along.

I believe this to be true because I know my nature, our collective nature, that prevents us from knowing the rich, luxurious gift of breath and life and work and all that comes with the experience of being human until we comprehend utter and complete loss. That is why the serpent slithered and spoke slippery-sweet words of doubt and that is why the fruit was plucked and taken and it’s juice sucked in through innocent lips. Because they were lips that knew not the abundant gift of death and subsequent life, the whole of grace.

The death holds a promise, “he chose us to be holy and without fault in his eyes.”

Set apart. Holy.

We are set apart for a purpose grand and vital, to no longer bear the marks of failure and fault and blame and regret.

Like fresh wildflowers scooped into a glass to brighten a corner, our purpose is simply to be, to please him. And I believe, and you may disagree, that this “set apart-ness” is based upon our being created in his image–we are different from every other living thing in that we are not only proof of a complex design, but we possess unique qualities and emotions that no other animal has.

God delighted in foreknowing every single one of us. That alone qualifies us with great purpose.

God knows, loves and has chosen you!

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Friend, won’t you walk with me through the next few verses in Ephesians chapter one? Unwrap with me the simple yet magnificent mystery of God’s plan for you.

Let’s not get caught in the mire of the predestination debate, but lets shoot straight on to the real point of Ephesians 1: God thought of each and every one of us, in the immense knowledge of his divine mind, he knew our DNA, our unique features. He also knew the inevitable decisions we would each make to live outside of his plan. If it hadn’t started with Adam, it would have with one of his descendants.

We are human, made in his image, but also created to be in relationship with and dependent upon our Creator, God. He is passionate about people, all people throughout all time and circumstance on this earth. He will bring everyone under the authority of Jesus Christ. What that means exactly, we don’t really know. But we can look at the nature of God, his attributes of mercy, love, justice, holiness, faithfulness and we can trust that since God is big enough to dream up each person from the beginning of time, he will do what is best and merciful and just in the end.

Read with me the passage in Ephesians over these next few days. Let the wonderment of his perfect plan embrace you. Engage in it. Choose to see yourself and others as God does: loved, chosen, holy, purposeful, delightful.

Alyssa

Ephesians 1:3-11 (NLT)

3 All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly realms because we are united with Christ. 4 Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes.

5 God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure.

6 So we praise God for the glorious grace he has poured out on us who belong to his dear Son. 7 He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins. 8 He has showered his kindness on us, along with all wisdom and understanding.

9 God has now revealed to us his mysterious plan regarding Christ, a plan to fulfill his own good pleasure. 10 And this is the plan: At the right time he will bring everything together under the authority of Christ—everything in heaven and on earth. 11 Furthermore, because we are united with Christ, we have received an inheritance from God,  for he chose us in advance, and he makes everything work out according to his plan.

linked up with Emily and at Leaving a Legacy

 

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Knotted Notes {a poem}

...perched outside my window, Soddo, Ethiopia

Happy am I for a song to sing
A small song
Caught upon the wings of the air
Alighting
To be heard by anyone,
Everyone, or no one but myself.

My soul.
A song
That I thrust into the open air-
Let the air take it and make of it what it will.
A bit of laughter,
A streak of tears,
A dark smudge of fear,
A weight of regret;
Knotted notes
Set free.
Redeemed.

So it’s my song. It is me. It is my past, my hopes of what may be.
A passing ditty perhaps:
pulsing frail, screaming hilarity,
the soft repose of purging fullness
that otherwise had it not been released
possessed the strength to strangle the insides that gave it birth.

Sing!
Sing! Little bird-
The Wind whispered in my ear
Becoming stormclouds beneath my wings
Shuddering, gathering up,
Giving flight
and the expanse of blue to call Home.

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I wrote this about a year ago. I want to thank you, my friends who listen to my knotted notes, this song set free.

This poem has been hanging out, all alone on an abandoned blog of mine, so I thought I’d bring it over here to flock with the rest of us.

I want to bless you with this: Your song is meant to be sung, your story told, with passion, joy and the harmony of hope through Jesus, your song can reach in and touch another’s life with gift and song and grace. Your song can sing truth.

Much love,

Alyssa Santos

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