In the medical world, most of our enemies are invisible. They're invisible because they're microscopic. You'd be amazed at how careful and precise we have to be cleaning surgery rooms, and even exam rooms, even when there's no visible debris. I imagine that if an outsider watched it happen, without knowing why, we'd all look like we had OCD for cleaning everything we touch.
But there is good reason. We have to be on the lookout for bacteria, viruses, protozoa, fungi, and even parasites (like heartworms). None of which we can see. Instead, we learn about the effects that they have on the animal's anatomy so we can hopefully recognize it when we see it. We also learn a little about what to do with it once it's identified.
In dance this semester, we've learned more about the character of lies and who they come from, as well as the character of the Truth (as in, it's not a lie, and as in "I am the way the truth and the life"). At one point, my teacher was talking about the role that surrender plays in fighting lies in our lives. She described a lie as a tiny little thing that we might not even believe at first, but as it keeps coming and we keep thinking on it and developing a relationship with it, it grows deep in our hearts and gets tangled up in them. It gets so tangled, in fact, that we can't remove it ourselves, so we must give our whole heart, tangled lies and all, to God so he can remove them for us.
I know it's a gross picture, but during our meditation time after the lesson, I suddenly saw my heart as it would look with the parasite heartworm. Being in vet tech school, I've seen such pictures, and they aren't pretty. Just imagine a normal heart with long, white, stringy, living things curled around and inside it. I pictured that, and it only took a moment for me to make the connection. Lies are parasites.
Heartworm is a particularly good example, because of its life cycle. As many of you likely know, heartworm is passed to our dogs through mosquitoes (much like West Nile Virus). The mosquito bites an infected dog, then carries the microscopic heartworm larva around until it bites the next dog, injecting the parasite. We've all likely been bitten by a mosquito and can relate to the discomfort they cause. Likewise, at dance we've learned that lies often stem from a hurtful comment or action from others, and that makes us more likely to believe them (in my case, anyway). It may seem like no big deal at the time, like an insect bite that will go away soon enough. But little do we know that it has injected something that can tangle in our hearts and suck our lives away.
That's the next stage. The heartworm larva that developed in the mosquito now moves into the tissues to grow up. After several months, it moves back into the blood stream and heart, where it develops into adulthood, and where it draws its life support. Likewise, lies grow slowly in the back of our mind, not quite affecting us yet. But then, after we've been considering it for a while, it moves into our heart as we start to believe it. There it thrives and continues to grow, developing more lies like a heartworm reproducing.
If a heartworm actually reaches the heart, the animal requires treatment. If it does not receive treatment, the animal will die. Treating heartworm with medication is painful and expensive. It used to be that the only treatment was open heart surgery. Now we have drugs that succeed most of the time, if we catch the disease early enough. The point is, lies must be addressed as soon as they are identified. They must be completely removed, and so must all their offspring.
Like with heartworm, the best treatment for lies is prevention. We have heartworm prevention medicine that we give to dogs on a regular basis, and it serves to destroy the heartworm before it reaches the bloodstream. It doesn't prevent the mosquito bite, but it does guard against the parasite itself. The most common brand is HeartGuard.
We have preventative measures that we can take against lies as well. We can try and learn about each and every lie that might one day come our way, but if we try that, we'll be overwhelmed and our focus will be in the wrong place. Instead, we need to learn the truth. Once we know the truth, we can tell that anything that doesn't look like the truth is a lie. We need to cultivate the truth in our lives, and develop a relationship with it.
I'm not saying that recognizing lies is easy, even when you do know the truth. Personally, the lies that stump me are usually "backed up" by scripture (like when Jesus was tempted to jump off the temple). And I'm personally going through the treatment as well as the prevention. But the good news is that we are not alone in this fight. God is more than eager to use his truth to set us free. And like my dance teacher said, when we surrender our whole hearts to him, tangled as they are, he will meticulously pull out parasite after parasite, replacing them with new healthy words from him until our hearts are functional again. I believe that I can be set free from the lies I believe, and I know you can too.
Friday, March 25, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
A-Z Psalm-like Thingy
I was reading Psalm 37, which my NIV tells me is one of the psalms that David wrote where each line starts with a letter of the alphabet. I decided that that sounded pretty fun to do, so here's mine:
All the ways of the Lord are good, therefore I will trust in him.
Because of his great love for me, I will not be afraid.
Can't you remember the faithfulness of the Lord? I bring all his acts to my mind, and find peace.
Darkness may overshadow me, but his light breaks through, because he lives in me.
Every hour of every day his ears are tuned to me. His eyes watch over my every step.
Forever I will dwell in his presence, because he has made a way to call me his own.
Goodness and love permeate his inmost being. Never has his way shown deceit.
Higher than the mountains and deeper than the seas, his grace and his love know no bounds.
Intimately, he calls me to him day by day.
Justly, he judges all the peoples of the earth. He will not let wickedness go unpunished, nor will the righteous go unrewarded.
Know, oh my heart, that he will never leave you. Your Heavenly Father will not abandon you to your enemies.
Because of his great love for me, I will not be afraid.
Can't you remember the faithfulness of the Lord? I bring all his acts to my mind, and find peace.
Darkness may overshadow me, but his light breaks through, because he lives in me.
Every hour of every day his ears are tuned to me. His eyes watch over my every step.
Forever I will dwell in his presence, because he has made a way to call me his own.
Goodness and love permeate his inmost being. Never has his way shown deceit.
Higher than the mountains and deeper than the seas, his grace and his love know no bounds.
Intimately, he calls me to him day by day.
Justly, he judges all the peoples of the earth. He will not let wickedness go unpunished, nor will the righteous go unrewarded.
Know, oh my heart, that he will never leave you. Your Heavenly Father will not abandon you to your enemies.
Living in me is the Creator of life. All his ways are good.
Many things the Lord has promised. All of them will come to be.
Not one person suffers that he does not see. Great is the mercy of the Lord.
One day, God will invite me to join him in paradise. I lack nothing in his presence.
People sinned, and he came to their rescue. Never has he forsaken those he loves.
Queer and wonderful are all the ways of the Lord. He weaves the story of the world with perfection.
Run towards the Father of life! Run into his open arms and find peace!
Sweet and nourishing are the words of the Lord. When I drink them in I find life.
Trust in him, oh my heart! Let him care for your every need!
Until I hear his voice calling in the morning I am dead, but he awakens my heart without fail.
Victorious, he will reign forever! The Lord is mighty in battle! He is powerful beyond measure!
Watching the earth day and night is his delight. He rejoices to care for his children.
X is for the Cross, the final resting place for my sin. Great is his love for me!
Year after year I wait and long for the day of the Lord. The earth will fade, but he will remain.
Zeal for the Lord consumes my soul! His faithfulness continues through all generations. His name is highly exalted!
Monday, December 21, 2015
I Can't
Merry Christmas, everybody!
As our year draws to a close, I've been looking over what I've learned this year, both in school and in my Bible-reading room. It has been a lot!
At the beginning of this year, I was just about to start on my first semester in my program at college. I would be taking 14 credits that spanned over five classes. I knew I'd be busy and in school a lot, so I was worried. I thought I wouldn't have time to spend with God in the mornings, and I thought I wouldn't have the brain power to learn spiritual things while I was cramming in so much school information. God reassured me and told me that I didn't need to worry about learning from him. He'd let me off the hook in that department. That was pretty comforting to me.
But I think I either misunderstood, or he was testing me. Because the fact that I determined to focus on school and push God into the background was what started the misery that was to overshadow me during that semester. My life became infested with worry, fear, and a drive to gain perfection on my own. The weird part is, I spent twice as much time doing devotionals during that spring semester as I did this past fall semester. I think it was because I was trying to get in a whole day's worth of spiritual growth in an hour.
I already spent two blog posts talking about what happened that spring, and what changed over the summer. So I'm not going to go over it again. If you need a refresher, you can read my posts "Losing Perfection...Finding Peace"
So, now to the point of this post, and why I entitled it "I Can't."
I recently read a meme on Facebook that quoted some famous person I don't remember. He (or she) said something on the lines of, "Don't limit your dreaming to something you can do by yourself (i.e., without God's help)."And I realized that I had been doing just that. I am more likely to discard an idea without prayer if I think I can't do it. I sometimes look at things through the lens of "If God doesn't come through, at least I can do it without him." But that's not something we, as Christians, ought to do. We need to be willing to say "I can't, but I will anyway." God may well call us to do something we cannot do without him, like walk into an inferno without dying. And there's a good reason for him to do that. He's teaching us, especially me, to rely on him wholeheartedly. He doesn't want us to have any reason to put our trust in ourselves.
The world says the opposite. They say, sometimes literally, "Never say the words 'I can't.'" They teach you to pursue the highest dream imaginable, but understand your limits. Even before you can read, they're telling you the story of The Little Engine that Could. And sometimes, we get confused. Like I did this spring. I compromised without knowing it. I said, "I'll get God's help." But I never fully relied on him.
We pray for God to give us the strength to do what needs to be done. There is nothing wrong with doing that, but we need to be sure that we have the right motives when we're doing it. We need to be doing it from the perspective of "God needs to do this, not me" instead of "I need to do this, but I need a boost."
That's the black and white version of that prayer. However, I find that I'm most easily deceived in the grey area. Like "I need to do this, but I can't do it alone." My advice is this: Stay in the white area. Trust God. Don't be afraid to say, "I can't" and mean it. Then, when God asks you to do the impossible, you can relax, knowing that he will take care of you.
As our year draws to a close, I've been looking over what I've learned this year, both in school and in my Bible-reading room. It has been a lot!
At the beginning of this year, I was just about to start on my first semester in my program at college. I would be taking 14 credits that spanned over five classes. I knew I'd be busy and in school a lot, so I was worried. I thought I wouldn't have time to spend with God in the mornings, and I thought I wouldn't have the brain power to learn spiritual things while I was cramming in so much school information. God reassured me and told me that I didn't need to worry about learning from him. He'd let me off the hook in that department. That was pretty comforting to me.
But I think I either misunderstood, or he was testing me. Because the fact that I determined to focus on school and push God into the background was what started the misery that was to overshadow me during that semester. My life became infested with worry, fear, and a drive to gain perfection on my own. The weird part is, I spent twice as much time doing devotionals during that spring semester as I did this past fall semester. I think it was because I was trying to get in a whole day's worth of spiritual growth in an hour.
I already spent two blog posts talking about what happened that spring, and what changed over the summer. So I'm not going to go over it again. If you need a refresher, you can read my posts "Losing Perfection...Finding Peace"
So, now to the point of this post, and why I entitled it "I Can't."
I recently read a meme on Facebook that quoted some famous person I don't remember. He (or she) said something on the lines of, "Don't limit your dreaming to something you can do by yourself (i.e., without God's help)."And I realized that I had been doing just that. I am more likely to discard an idea without prayer if I think I can't do it. I sometimes look at things through the lens of "If God doesn't come through, at least I can do it without him." But that's not something we, as Christians, ought to do. We need to be willing to say "I can't, but I will anyway." God may well call us to do something we cannot do without him, like walk into an inferno without dying. And there's a good reason for him to do that. He's teaching us, especially me, to rely on him wholeheartedly. He doesn't want us to have any reason to put our trust in ourselves.
The world says the opposite. They say, sometimes literally, "Never say the words 'I can't.'" They teach you to pursue the highest dream imaginable, but understand your limits. Even before you can read, they're telling you the story of The Little Engine that Could. And sometimes, we get confused. Like I did this spring. I compromised without knowing it. I said, "I'll get God's help." But I never fully relied on him.
We pray for God to give us the strength to do what needs to be done. There is nothing wrong with doing that, but we need to be sure that we have the right motives when we're doing it. We need to be doing it from the perspective of "God needs to do this, not me" instead of "I need to do this, but I need a boost."
That's the black and white version of that prayer. However, I find that I'm most easily deceived in the grey area. Like "I need to do this, but I can't do it alone." My advice is this: Stay in the white area. Trust God. Don't be afraid to say, "I can't" and mean it. Then, when God asks you to do the impossible, you can relax, knowing that he will take care of you.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
He's Always Been Faithful
Hi, everyone! Merry Christmas!
I have a couple of stories from this weekend about God's faithfulness that I wanted to share with the world. What better way of doing that than on the Internet?
The first one starts quite a ways back, in September. I started a new session at Celebration Ministry of Arts (CMA), and I volunteered to assist a class during an hour that I wasn't dancing. They put me with an older class because the teacher didn't expect to be able to fine-tune their dance during dress rehearsal, as she had a prior commitment. So they put me in that class to help out. God also told me to learn the dance really well just in case something happened to one of the dancers.
Well, something did. One of the dancers in that class dropped out just two weeks before the performance. And I was able to step in because God had told me to learn the dance really well.
But there was another problem. I was still supposed to be "cleaning" the dance at dress rehearsal. It would be the first time I'd ever done it before, and it's an extra challenge to clean a dance that you are in. So I was pretty nervous about that, but God told me not to worry, just trust him.
As it turned out, last Monday, the Monday before the performance, the teacher in that dance said that she would be able to make it to dress rehearsal after all, and she'd just be missing the performance. Tada! God solved the problem! Yay!
It was the first of many...
The next story starts on Friday, the morning of both dress rehearsal and performance. I was doing my devotional time, and praying extra hard for the performance, the audience, and the dancers. God told me that this performance was important, and therefore would be under extra attack. So I prayed earnestly against that, claiming the protection of the Holy Spirit. I distinctly remember asking that the auditorium would truly become a sanctuary. A place where people could come in, experience Jesus, open their hearts, and leave changed. I got the sense that even though we would be attacked, none of the attacks would prevail.
Dress rehearsal went really smoothly. I was responsible for supervising the class that I had been the assistant teacher for that semester. As I stated earlier, they were a little older, so when I was needed elsewhere I could trust them to behave themselves. They were released midway through the afternoon and told to return at least 45 minutes before the performance started.
To make a very long story short, here's a list of all the problems that were solved that night, some of them just in time:
-Me not having enough dinner. I had enough energy to last two dances and a finale, plus a lot of running
-One of the kids I was supervising was having some trouble breathing right after we got off stage. We found a friend who had an inhaler she could use.
-I finished a costume change literally less than five seconds before I had to be back on stage. It still went off without a hitch.
-Because I was busy with changing costumes, I didn't have time to get flags for the younger kids, who needed them as a part of the finale. One of my friends covered for me, and got the flags to them less than a minute before they needed them.
-I had enough energy to help clean up, pack up, and carry all the costumes, as well as my own stuff. Then I got home and collapsed with exhaustion, after being at the church for 12 1/2 hours.
Through all these instances, God proved faithful again and again. I never had to worry or panic, I just had to think on my feet a little.
However, the success of the performance is not the only great thing God did this weekend. Throughout November, I have, in addition to CMA and taking 15 college credits, been choreographing a dance for my church's Christmas Eve service. Not only has God given me the choreography for it, he also told me exactly who he wanted involved, and who he didn't want involved.
Well, that dance wasn't finished yet, just three weeks before Christmas. That's usually the time that you want to be wrapping things up, but we had only gotten through the first two verses and one chorus. I wanted to finish, but I also have school to think about. I'm about to take nine finals in the next week. Again, God told me to trust him, and I told the dancers that he would take care of it.
With all my school, and with CMA on top of it, I haven't had time to choreograph more... At least, not during the day...
So God decided that we would do it at night! Last night/this morning, God woke me up at 3:30am with the rest of the choreography for the dance. All of it! I spent an hour dancing in my head, and then in my room in the dark. And when it was time to teach it to the other dancers after church, I was able to remember everything!
So to conclude this post, Praise the Lord! He's always been faithful to me, and I know he always will be!
I have a couple of stories from this weekend about God's faithfulness that I wanted to share with the world. What better way of doing that than on the Internet?
The first one starts quite a ways back, in September. I started a new session at Celebration Ministry of Arts (CMA), and I volunteered to assist a class during an hour that I wasn't dancing. They put me with an older class because the teacher didn't expect to be able to fine-tune their dance during dress rehearsal, as she had a prior commitment. So they put me in that class to help out. God also told me to learn the dance really well just in case something happened to one of the dancers.
Well, something did. One of the dancers in that class dropped out just two weeks before the performance. And I was able to step in because God had told me to learn the dance really well.
But there was another problem. I was still supposed to be "cleaning" the dance at dress rehearsal. It would be the first time I'd ever done it before, and it's an extra challenge to clean a dance that you are in. So I was pretty nervous about that, but God told me not to worry, just trust him.
As it turned out, last Monday, the Monday before the performance, the teacher in that dance said that she would be able to make it to dress rehearsal after all, and she'd just be missing the performance. Tada! God solved the problem! Yay!
It was the first of many...
The next story starts on Friday, the morning of both dress rehearsal and performance. I was doing my devotional time, and praying extra hard for the performance, the audience, and the dancers. God told me that this performance was important, and therefore would be under extra attack. So I prayed earnestly against that, claiming the protection of the Holy Spirit. I distinctly remember asking that the auditorium would truly become a sanctuary. A place where people could come in, experience Jesus, open their hearts, and leave changed. I got the sense that even though we would be attacked, none of the attacks would prevail.
Dress rehearsal went really smoothly. I was responsible for supervising the class that I had been the assistant teacher for that semester. As I stated earlier, they were a little older, so when I was needed elsewhere I could trust them to behave themselves. They were released midway through the afternoon and told to return at least 45 minutes before the performance started.
To make a very long story short, here's a list of all the problems that were solved that night, some of them just in time:
-Me not having enough dinner. I had enough energy to last two dances and a finale, plus a lot of running
-One of the kids I was supervising was having some trouble breathing right after we got off stage. We found a friend who had an inhaler she could use.
-I finished a costume change literally less than five seconds before I had to be back on stage. It still went off without a hitch.
-Because I was busy with changing costumes, I didn't have time to get flags for the younger kids, who needed them as a part of the finale. One of my friends covered for me, and got the flags to them less than a minute before they needed them.
-I had enough energy to help clean up, pack up, and carry all the costumes, as well as my own stuff. Then I got home and collapsed with exhaustion, after being at the church for 12 1/2 hours.
Through all these instances, God proved faithful again and again. I never had to worry or panic, I just had to think on my feet a little.
However, the success of the performance is not the only great thing God did this weekend. Throughout November, I have, in addition to CMA and taking 15 college credits, been choreographing a dance for my church's Christmas Eve service. Not only has God given me the choreography for it, he also told me exactly who he wanted involved, and who he didn't want involved.
Well, that dance wasn't finished yet, just three weeks before Christmas. That's usually the time that you want to be wrapping things up, but we had only gotten through the first two verses and one chorus. I wanted to finish, but I also have school to think about. I'm about to take nine finals in the next week. Again, God told me to trust him, and I told the dancers that he would take care of it.
With all my school, and with CMA on top of it, I haven't had time to choreograph more... At least, not during the day...
So God decided that we would do it at night! Last night/this morning, God woke me up at 3:30am with the rest of the choreography for the dance. All of it! I spent an hour dancing in my head, and then in my room in the dark. And when it was time to teach it to the other dancers after church, I was able to remember everything!
So to conclude this post, Praise the Lord! He's always been faithful to me, and I know he always will be!
Friday, November 6, 2015
The Last Deception
In Matthew 27:64, the Pharisees and chief priests ask Pilate for security for Jesus' tomb, because if his disciples started claiming that he had risen from the dead, then "this last deception would be worse than the first." Therefore, there is something very significant about the fact that Jesus not only died, but was raised to life. Something that threatened the Pharisees (and by Pharisees, I mean all the religious leaders of Israel at the time).
But before we talk about the "last deception", let's talk about the first. Let's examine what the Pharisees might have seen in Jesus that was deceptive.
The Pharisees were convinced that Jesus was a lawbreaker, despite the fact that they could never prove it. That view tainted everything he said. He even had the nerve to tell them publicly, to their faces, that not only was he not a lawbreaker, but that they were. So they hated him. They didn't believe him. Believing him would have caused them to lose face. And because Jesus was "wrong" about them, nothing he said could be believed. This is the first deception: that Jesus knew more about God and the Law than the Pharisees, chief priests, and teachers of the law.
But even that was not the worst part of the "first deception". The worst part came when Jesus explained why he knew more than they did. He claimed to be the Son of God, which, as explained in John 5:18, was the same as claiming to be equal with God. We know this to be true, but the Pharisees saw it as an outrage. They killed him for it, and tried to erase the deception of the populace by mocking him and daring him to prove it once he was, in their eyes, powerless.
And yet, the claim and "deception" that Jesus made to be King of the Jews, the ultimate authority and judge of right and wrong, was not as great a threat than the claim that he could rise from the dead.
So what was it about the resurrection that was so threatening?
His resurrection is what made a national witness a global proclamation. It proved that he had been in control of his own life the whole time, that he had given it up willingly. Anybody can claim that the people who capture, convict, and kill them don't actually have the power. But if anybody but Jesus had said it, they would have had to back up the statement by coming down from the cross before they died, because their control over the situation would end in death. Not so with the Son of God.
1 Corinthians 15:12-22 explains that without the resurrection of Jesus Christ, our faith would be "futile" and our preaching "useless". Verse 19 says, "If only for this life we have hope in Christ, than we are to be pitied more than all men."
Why would our faith be "futile" and our preaching "useless" without the resurrection of Jesus Christ? Because it is because of the resurrection that our hope is not in death, but in life. I like to say that Jesus died to defeat sin, and he rose again to defeat death. That is true, but not a complete reason.
The resurrection proved that the cross was not a defeat, but a victory. It gave his disciples new hope and boldness, because the threat of death was no threat at all anymore. It means that whatever pain we go through in this life will end in our death, and we will live forever with new life. That is the power of the resurrection. That was the threat of the resurrection. The threat was not in the "deception," but in the possibility of people believing the witness, and what those people would be able to do. What we can do. Anybody can deny that the cross was an act of God, but nobody can deny that of the resurrection.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Vital Signs
As a Vet Tech student, I learned how to take different species' vital signs. We called them TPRs, which stood for Temperature, Pulse, and Respiration (in human medicine, vital signs also includes blood pressure). Vital signs themselves are just what they imply: they are merely outward, measurable signs that reflect what is actually going on inside the animal's body.
Owners are encouraged to learn how to take their pet's TPR so that if they suspect it is ill, they'll have what we call a "reference range" of what is normal for their specific pet to weigh the results against. That way, they'll have a better idea of whether or not to react.
Lately, I've been thinking that we as Christians should do the same thing. I think that every so often, we need to reflect on what we believe a Christian life should look like, and weigh that against what our own lives look like.
So, how do we do that? I suggest writing up your own "reference range." What do you believe are the basic signs of a healthy relationship with Jesus? Just like a TPR, what is on display in our lives is merely a signal of the condition of what is inside us.
I'll include my own list, but I encourage you to get alone with God, and figure out with Him what your personal list is.
I'll use the same acronym as regular vital signs: TPR, and Blood Pressure.
T=Truth
"T" usually stands for temperature. This number shouldn't change much. As you probably know, in humans it isn't a "range" at all, just one number: 98.6°F. Temperature is also a little awkward and uncomfortable to measure in the veterinary world. In my mind, this perfectly represents Truth. What Truth is should never change for a Christian. It was created by an unchanging God, and is given to us through His unchanging Word. It is also uncomfortable and awkward for us when God tells us we've been believing a lie, just like taking the temperature of a pet. Sometimes, I feel like a cat. Cats hate getting their temperatures taken. I'm sometimes the same way. If I am getting the sneaking suspicion that I'm believing a lie, I shut myself in so that I won't have to face the fact. I don't often ask for God to "search me." I don't like having my "temperature" taken.
However, think about how important temperature is. If you have a fever (i.e., your temperature is high), that means your immune system is fighting off an invasion. It could be a virus, bacteria, or an infection of some kind.
This reminds me of the times when I lose sight of what is True. My stress level increases drastically, because I'm questioning everything. My mind goes on overdrive. I become more perfectionistic and strict. I get strict because when I've lost sight of the Truth, I'm paranoid about stepping over the line. The line I can no longer see. Therefore, if I'm seeing this vital sign, I know I need to reevaluate what it is I think is True. I need to get with God, read the Bible, and ask for help from trustworthy, Godly people who can encourage me and remind me of what I once knew.
P=Passion (to daily meet with God)
"P" usually stands for Pulse. This measures how often your heart is pumping oxygen to your tissues through the circulation system. If your tissues become oxygen deprived for even a couple of minutes, the cells start dying. To me, the faithfulness and rhythm of that "thump-thump" represents the Passion of a Christian to daily meet with God. One interesting thing about this correlation is the fact that when you listen to a heart, two "thumps" count as one beat. This makes me think of the two essentials of a daily devotional: Bible reading and Prayer.
Just like with a Pulse, any defect in this vital sign has instant results. If I skip this for even one day, I notice a difference in my behavior. I have a harder time hearing and following God's directions, because I didn't re-familiarize myself with His still, small voice. I feel reluctant to do anything. I get much less humble, and lose a lot of self-control. I'm more easily irritable, and much less patient. I break like half the rules in the Law of Love, because I didn't get together with the Author of Love. And like I said, all it takes is missing one beat. If the heart misses one beat, you have a huge problem. The same thing with daily devotions. It can be caused by several different urgings. "After college," "I'll do it later," and "when I'm less stressed out by work" are all valid-sounding reasons. The one I usually fall for is "I deserve a break." But do you know what would happen if the heart took a break? The first thing it would kill is itself. Cardiac arteries are the first vessels to get fresh, oxygenated blood. Haven't you noticed that once you've skipped one daily devotional, it becomes easier to do it again? Therefore, when this vital sign is off, you can have a very big problem, very quickly.
R=Regular meetings
"R" usually stands for Respiration Rate. It measures how often the body inhales oxygen and exhales waste products from cellular metabolism (aka, carbon dioxide). It is slower than a pulse, but just as important. The one cannot function without the other. To me, this represents Church (Rrrrregularly meeting with other believers). Church is the place where your soul can take a nice, deep breath. Inhaling encouragement and peace through getting deep into God's presence and meeting with trustworthy people. Exhaling all the waste products you accumulated during the week. I also find something interesting about Respiration Rate. When I'm measuring it, I become much more self-aware, self-conscious of my own RR. Church can do the same thing. It reminds you to reflect on the condition of your walk with Jesus. It reminds you to take your vital signs. It also provides you with some "reference ranges": the people you admire whose vital signs are all evident and going strong. The cool thing about church is, as you take that deep breath, you're helping others do the same. After all, if lungs didn't work, they wouldn't get oxygen either. So no one at church needs to feel like everyone else is relying on them to get happy. God takes care of everyone, and He uses everyone to do it.
When this vital sign is missing or messed up, we see the same issues as with Pulse. After all, the baseline problem is still oxygen deprivation. So it is with me when I miss church. One, it becomes easier to do it again. Two, I have a harder time hearing God. Three, I start breaking the Law of Love, accumulating waste products (did you know that when you hold your breath, the urge to breath again doesn't actually come from a need for more oxygen, but a need to get rid of carbon dioxide? Your brain measures the toxicity levels in your blood, and tells your lungs to get rid of it by exhaling). However, I find that when I miss church, another side effect comes along. I lose that connection with the people. It's harder to pick up where we left off. I find myself performing for them to try and regain their favor. And while I'm trying to regain the attention from people, I lose sight of why I'm there: to refocus my heart, mind, soul, and strength on loving God. Therefore, "let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another--and all the more as you see the Day approaching (Hebrews 10:25)!" Don't hold your breath!
BP=Brokenness Propulsion
"BP" usually stands for Blood Pressure. My anatomy teacher describes it as measuring "how the heart is working as a pump." When I hear that, and try to correlate it to something Christian-like, my mind immediately goes to Compassion, which is a measure of how your heart is working as a propulsion device :).
As a Christian, if your heart is not broken about anything, that means your heart is broken. Our hearts, when we are deeply in touch with God, start to love people like His heart does, and start caring about the ones who need Him in one way or another. You don't have to have a broken heart about everything. Personally, my heart, when I'm really in touch with His, breaks for children and persecuted believers. I also notice a great compassion for those who are doing the persecuting. My prayers for b.a.s.i.c (brothers and sisters in chains), always end up including a prayer for the guards, the officials, and/or the terrorists/extremists who are hurting them.
With Blood Pressure, there are two numbers, one on top the other. The one on top basically measures how wide the blood vessels get when a big volume of blood gets pushed through it (therefore, how much pressure the blood has behind it). The number on the bottom measures the tone of the vessel; how small it gets when the pulse has passed through (therefore, how well the vessels are helping propel the blood forward). This is called systolic/diastolic pressure.
Compassion also has two "measurements" or "stages" in my mind: How willing you are to feel it, and how willing you are to act on it. When you have a weak BP, that indicates that either your heart is failing (where either it is working too hard, there is not enough muscle tone) or something like being dehydrated (where there isn't enough blood volume in the first place). If your heart as a Christian is failing, it could indicate that you're working too hard, and so "being choked by the anxieties of this life". This happens to me all the time, where I'm too distracted and motivated to do my work to notice or act on the needs of others. Being dehydrated could mean not having drunk the Water of Life (either not lately or not at all). Like I said earlier, if I am not deeply in touch with Jesus, my BP drops like *that*. I need to be infused with Him in order to feel like being poured out on His behalf. Therefore, the condition of your heart is easily indicated by your Brokenness Propulsion.
That's all our vital signs: Truth, Passion, Regular meetings, and Brokenness Propulsion. TPR and BP. I believe that we should regularly take our own Spiritual vital signs, so that if there is a problem, we'll catch it early. Just as vital signs are just an outward expression of what is going on inside the body, so are our Spiritual vital signs just a way to measure the condition of our hearts.
Luke 6:45 "The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks."
Owners are encouraged to learn how to take their pet's TPR so that if they suspect it is ill, they'll have what we call a "reference range" of what is normal for their specific pet to weigh the results against. That way, they'll have a better idea of whether or not to react.
Lately, I've been thinking that we as Christians should do the same thing. I think that every so often, we need to reflect on what we believe a Christian life should look like, and weigh that against what our own lives look like.
So, how do we do that? I suggest writing up your own "reference range." What do you believe are the basic signs of a healthy relationship with Jesus? Just like a TPR, what is on display in our lives is merely a signal of the condition of what is inside us.
I'll include my own list, but I encourage you to get alone with God, and figure out with Him what your personal list is.
I'll use the same acronym as regular vital signs: TPR, and Blood Pressure.
T=Truth
"T" usually stands for temperature. This number shouldn't change much. As you probably know, in humans it isn't a "range" at all, just one number: 98.6°F. Temperature is also a little awkward and uncomfortable to measure in the veterinary world. In my mind, this perfectly represents Truth. What Truth is should never change for a Christian. It was created by an unchanging God, and is given to us through His unchanging Word. It is also uncomfortable and awkward for us when God tells us we've been believing a lie, just like taking the temperature of a pet. Sometimes, I feel like a cat. Cats hate getting their temperatures taken. I'm sometimes the same way. If I am getting the sneaking suspicion that I'm believing a lie, I shut myself in so that I won't have to face the fact. I don't often ask for God to "search me." I don't like having my "temperature" taken.
However, think about how important temperature is. If you have a fever (i.e., your temperature is high), that means your immune system is fighting off an invasion. It could be a virus, bacteria, or an infection of some kind.
This reminds me of the times when I lose sight of what is True. My stress level increases drastically, because I'm questioning everything. My mind goes on overdrive. I become more perfectionistic and strict. I get strict because when I've lost sight of the Truth, I'm paranoid about stepping over the line. The line I can no longer see. Therefore, if I'm seeing this vital sign, I know I need to reevaluate what it is I think is True. I need to get with God, read the Bible, and ask for help from trustworthy, Godly people who can encourage me and remind me of what I once knew.
P=Passion (to daily meet with God)
"P" usually stands for Pulse. This measures how often your heart is pumping oxygen to your tissues through the circulation system. If your tissues become oxygen deprived for even a couple of minutes, the cells start dying. To me, the faithfulness and rhythm of that "thump-thump" represents the Passion of a Christian to daily meet with God. One interesting thing about this correlation is the fact that when you listen to a heart, two "thumps" count as one beat. This makes me think of the two essentials of a daily devotional: Bible reading and Prayer.
Just like with a Pulse, any defect in this vital sign has instant results. If I skip this for even one day, I notice a difference in my behavior. I have a harder time hearing and following God's directions, because I didn't re-familiarize myself with His still, small voice. I feel reluctant to do anything. I get much less humble, and lose a lot of self-control. I'm more easily irritable, and much less patient. I break like half the rules in the Law of Love, because I didn't get together with the Author of Love. And like I said, all it takes is missing one beat. If the heart misses one beat, you have a huge problem. The same thing with daily devotions. It can be caused by several different urgings. "After college," "I'll do it later," and "when I'm less stressed out by work" are all valid-sounding reasons. The one I usually fall for is "I deserve a break." But do you know what would happen if the heart took a break? The first thing it would kill is itself. Cardiac arteries are the first vessels to get fresh, oxygenated blood. Haven't you noticed that once you've skipped one daily devotional, it becomes easier to do it again? Therefore, when this vital sign is off, you can have a very big problem, very quickly.
R=Regular meetings
"R" usually stands for Respiration Rate. It measures how often the body inhales oxygen and exhales waste products from cellular metabolism (aka, carbon dioxide). It is slower than a pulse, but just as important. The one cannot function without the other. To me, this represents Church (Rrrrregularly meeting with other believers). Church is the place where your soul can take a nice, deep breath. Inhaling encouragement and peace through getting deep into God's presence and meeting with trustworthy people. Exhaling all the waste products you accumulated during the week. I also find something interesting about Respiration Rate. When I'm measuring it, I become much more self-aware, self-conscious of my own RR. Church can do the same thing. It reminds you to reflect on the condition of your walk with Jesus. It reminds you to take your vital signs. It also provides you with some "reference ranges": the people you admire whose vital signs are all evident and going strong. The cool thing about church is, as you take that deep breath, you're helping others do the same. After all, if lungs didn't work, they wouldn't get oxygen either. So no one at church needs to feel like everyone else is relying on them to get happy. God takes care of everyone, and He uses everyone to do it.
When this vital sign is missing or messed up, we see the same issues as with Pulse. After all, the baseline problem is still oxygen deprivation. So it is with me when I miss church. One, it becomes easier to do it again. Two, I have a harder time hearing God. Three, I start breaking the Law of Love, accumulating waste products (did you know that when you hold your breath, the urge to breath again doesn't actually come from a need for more oxygen, but a need to get rid of carbon dioxide? Your brain measures the toxicity levels in your blood, and tells your lungs to get rid of it by exhaling). However, I find that when I miss church, another side effect comes along. I lose that connection with the people. It's harder to pick up where we left off. I find myself performing for them to try and regain their favor. And while I'm trying to regain the attention from people, I lose sight of why I'm there: to refocus my heart, mind, soul, and strength on loving God. Therefore, "let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another--and all the more as you see the Day approaching (Hebrews 10:25)!" Don't hold your breath!
BP=Brokenness Propulsion
"BP" usually stands for Blood Pressure. My anatomy teacher describes it as measuring "how the heart is working as a pump." When I hear that, and try to correlate it to something Christian-like, my mind immediately goes to Compassion, which is a measure of how your heart is working as a propulsion device :).
As a Christian, if your heart is not broken about anything, that means your heart is broken. Our hearts, when we are deeply in touch with God, start to love people like His heart does, and start caring about the ones who need Him in one way or another. You don't have to have a broken heart about everything. Personally, my heart, when I'm really in touch with His, breaks for children and persecuted believers. I also notice a great compassion for those who are doing the persecuting. My prayers for b.a.s.i.c (brothers and sisters in chains), always end up including a prayer for the guards, the officials, and/or the terrorists/extremists who are hurting them.
With Blood Pressure, there are two numbers, one on top the other. The one on top basically measures how wide the blood vessels get when a big volume of blood gets pushed through it (therefore, how much pressure the blood has behind it). The number on the bottom measures the tone of the vessel; how small it gets when the pulse has passed through (therefore, how well the vessels are helping propel the blood forward). This is called systolic/diastolic pressure.
Compassion also has two "measurements" or "stages" in my mind: How willing you are to feel it, and how willing you are to act on it. When you have a weak BP, that indicates that either your heart is failing (where either it is working too hard, there is not enough muscle tone) or something like being dehydrated (where there isn't enough blood volume in the first place). If your heart as a Christian is failing, it could indicate that you're working too hard, and so "being choked by the anxieties of this life". This happens to me all the time, where I'm too distracted and motivated to do my work to notice or act on the needs of others. Being dehydrated could mean not having drunk the Water of Life (either not lately or not at all). Like I said earlier, if I am not deeply in touch with Jesus, my BP drops like *that*. I need to be infused with Him in order to feel like being poured out on His behalf. Therefore, the condition of your heart is easily indicated by your Brokenness Propulsion.
That's all our vital signs: Truth, Passion, Regular meetings, and Brokenness Propulsion. TPR and BP. I believe that we should regularly take our own Spiritual vital signs, so that if there is a problem, we'll catch it early. Just as vital signs are just an outward expression of what is going on inside the body, so are our Spiritual vital signs just a way to measure the condition of our hearts.
Luke 6:45 "The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks."
Friday, October 2, 2015
Safety
So, there was a shooting yesterday at a community college in Oregon. This comes right on the heels of my own college campus being evacuated twice in one week. Once because of a shooting threat, and once because of a bomb threat.
It appears that our world is not a safe place to be. So what do we do? How do we respond?
Here's what I think:
Matthew 10:28a "Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul."
We as Christians have nothing to worry about. God said that we can walk through fire and not be burned, because he is with us (Isaiah 43:1-4).
We can take comfort in the fact that we were bought at a price, and God does not take that investment lightly. He is able to protect us.
But what if it is his plan for us to be injured or killed? I say this: if it is his plan, there is no better thing that could happen. To live is Christ, to die is gain. So again, we have no reason to be afraid.
My heart and prayers go out to those who lost friends, teachers, and loved ones at the shooting yesterday, as well as to those who knew and loved the shooter. Every life is precious and worth mourning, and I pray that the God of all comfort and healing would be with those who mourn today.
Let us go out with courage, not shrinking back from the growing darkness. As the world grows darker, the light we carry will become brighter. Grace and peace be with you.
It appears that our world is not a safe place to be. So what do we do? How do we respond?
Here's what I think:
Matthew 10:28a "Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul."
We as Christians have nothing to worry about. God said that we can walk through fire and not be burned, because he is with us (Isaiah 43:1-4).
We can take comfort in the fact that we were bought at a price, and God does not take that investment lightly. He is able to protect us.
But what if it is his plan for us to be injured or killed? I say this: if it is his plan, there is no better thing that could happen. To live is Christ, to die is gain. So again, we have no reason to be afraid.
My heart and prayers go out to those who lost friends, teachers, and loved ones at the shooting yesterday, as well as to those who knew and loved the shooter. Every life is precious and worth mourning, and I pray that the God of all comfort and healing would be with those who mourn today.
Let us go out with courage, not shrinking back from the growing darkness. As the world grows darker, the light we carry will become brighter. Grace and peace be with you.
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