The Scripture for me this a.m.

"There was a man of the Pharisee sect, Nicodemus, a prominent leader among the Jews. Late one night he visited Jesus and said, “Rabbi, we all know you’re a teacher straight from God. No one could do all the God–pointing, God–revealing acts you do if God weren’t in on it.” Jesus said, “You’re absolutely right. Take it from me: Unless a person is born from above, it’s not possible to see what I’m pointing to—to God’s kingdom.” “How can anyone, ” said Nicodemus, “be born who has already been born and grown up? You can’t re–enter your mother’s womb and be born again. What are you saying with this ‘born–from–above’ talk?” Jesus said, “You’re not listening. Let me say it again. Unless a person submits to this original creation—the ‘wind—hovering—over—the—water’ creation, the invisible moving the visible, a baptism into a new life—it’s not possible to enter God’s kingdom. When you look at a baby, it’s just that: a body you can look at and touch. But the person who takes shape within is formed by something you can’t see and touch—the Spirit—and becomes a living spirit. “So don’t be so surprised when I tell you that you have to be ‘born from above’—out of this world, so to speak. You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. You hear it rustling through the trees, but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next. That’s the way it is with everyone ‘born from above’ by the wind of God, the Spirit of God.” Nicodemus asked, “What do you mean by this? How does this happen?” Jesus said, “You’re a respected teacher of Israel and you don’t know these basics? Listen carefully. I’m speaking sober truth to you. I speak only of what I know by experience; I give witness only to what I have seen with my own eyes. There is nothing secondhand here, no hearsay. Yet instead of facing the evidence and accepting it, you procrastinate with questions. If I tell you things that are plain as the hand before your face and you don’t believe me, what use is there in telling you of things you can’t see, the things of God? “No one has ever gone up into the presence of God except the One who came down from that Presence, the Son of Man. In the same way that Moses lifted the serpent in the desert so people could have something to see and then believe, it is necessary for the Son of Man to be lifted up— and everyone who looks up to him, trusting and expectant, will gain a real life, eternal life. “This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person’s failure to believe in the one–of–a–kind Son of God when introduced to him. “This is the crisis we’re in: God–light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness. They went for the darkness because they were not really interested in pleasing God. Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusion, hates God–light and won’t come near it, fearing a painful exposure. But anyone working and living in truth and reality welcomes God–light so the work can be seen for the God–work it is.”
-John 3:1-21 (MSG)

To allow God's Word to sink in. To trust in His guidance...listening again to the message of Jesus is a for sure reminder of not only my desire but my always present need for Christ.

I need you, Jesus.

-ao

Sometimes a story is told

 

There are days where I wish I had more time. Days that go by and I wonder what happened to the time….some days will linger yet others will be gone in an instant. There are times that I wish I had a pen and paper….or my Evernote App on my phone to write down the idea that spawned in my mind, telling a story or a thought that was triggered, reminding me of what I needed to say or do. Most days, it’s little ideas….little thoughts of these quick glimpses of my life that, when put together or when the pen touches the pages, they tell a story. They write themselves. It makes me want to set up days where I get in front of my computer, I sit with my journal, or I jot down outlines of ideas so that I might one day put them together. The other day, my grandmother asked me if I had written any more. I told her I did here and there but no books…just a desire to tell a story again along the way. I sometimes see Donald Miller post about some form of writers block, or he’ll mention it in his books…and he talks about forcing himself to go through the motions at times so that by the movement of his fingers on the keyboard his brain begins to function in a way and more story is told. More ideas flood in….more information for the repertoire.  More ammunition for another day. I like that. It puts it into a desirable discipline in my mind.

What if you wrote from your place? From within the depths of who you are…who’s you are…and who’s you long to be? What if you wrote about your life….telling your story – we all have a story. There is our version and the version that is told by actually telling our version.  A lot of times I sit with people who discredit their own lives or their own story because they feel their “version” of life is not valid enough…that they’d need to have gone through some great chasm or ridiculous event in life to have a worthy or desirable story to tell. They want something that grabs people…but the truth is – we all like a good story. We all weave in and out of this labyrinth of life and the turns and stops and decisions abound…..telling of this or that. What is your story? Which turns, what part of the maze do you remember most….which one would you rather have not seen?  Have you talked about it? I think that many times, by telling our stories..by being vulnerable enough to communicate the good, bad, and ugly – God shows up. Well, God….He was there all along and He is still….here. He makes himself more attractive in our versions as we unpack the winding road of our life. 

But, whom would I tell…and who would listen?!  You might be surprised. It’s not about flaunting YOU or bragging about your experiences…but living out of the place that you are currently in.  It’s about acknowledging the presence of right now and living and speaking out of that place.  No need to fix and move on…just move in and exist….as time unfolds, perhaps new life will rise.  Tomorrow we cannot control nor contain…but what we have is all we are….right now.  What we have is all that we have seen – it’s our “past” – it’s our life treasure chest. We hold the keys to all we have seen and done. It’s true. You did it. You said it.  Perhaps it’s time you put it together and painted a picture with it. Could it be used? Would God say something to you…..to me, or someone else….with your story? Maybe. 

What’s the danger?  At worst, you’ve stood in front of the mirror and begun to unpack who you are and all you have been – acknowledging the right-now within you.  I bet you just might encounter the love of God.  Remember – He never left. His love is infinite.  His existence is abundantly immense and ragingly intimate.  So, go ahead, consider taking a look at God by taking a look at…..you.

 

Here’s to writing and thinking out of where we are.

Blessings,

-ao

Today...Holy Saturday

It's Saturday. The day before Resurrection Sunday. The pre-culmination of Holy Week. A reminder of the distance...the weight carried...the burden..breadth of His love. Saturday. The day of the burial. Death, followed by burial, typically brings images and emotions of such finality. This day is different.

May today bring an Awareness of anticipation. The anticipatory preparation of why Easter is a celebration, why there is Salvation in Christ, upon that which our burdens and all that is wrong became that which was never any of it...our Sin was taken up. It was sent away from us for always. Separated from you and me as far as the East is from the West.

Today. It's Holy Saturday. It is simply one more reminder of the grandeur of God and His furiously relentless love. Odd. But....as we look and long for the stadium rocking shouts of celebration tomorrow, may this day be lived well in its presence. Lived well: in obedience to the call and commands of God.

Community. Family. Love. All around us being soaked-in to honor the One. May I live in a way that brings Him honor.

Yes, today is good. It is a good reminder, do not quickly miss its beauty.

Blessings,
-ao

Today: Good Friday

Sometimes it's helpful to take a second look. In the NFL, we have instant replay. In life, we rarely get that opportunity; however, God didn't see this to be His case. He set a course to re-cover His creation with unfathomable mercy. He gave away His love and power to fulfill what only He was worthy to become. He became my Sin. Today is a reminder of this Divine embrace.

"The altar from which God gives us the gift of himself is not for exploitation by insiders who grab and loot. In the old system, the animals are killed and the bodies disposed of outside the camp. The blood is then brought inside to the altar as a sacrifice for sin. It’s the same with Jesus. He was crucified outside the city gates—that is where he poured out the sacrificial blood that was brought to God’s altar to cleanse his people."
-Hebrews 13:10-12 (MSG)

His love is infinite. His pursuit: wreckless abandon. His attitude is relentless. Tis the furious love of Father, Son, & Spirit for you. For me. I'd call it crazy.

"But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed."
-Isaiah 53:5 (MSG)

Read these verses as stand alone statements. Then read as a whole. For me, they carry even more of a powerful blow when done this way. Let them sink within you.

"We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way. And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong, on him, on him."
-Isaiah 53:6 (MSG)

Still, there's more of God's radical poetry, only it is His prophecy...His promise...His covenant for us.

"He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn’t say a word. Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence. Justice miscarried, and he was led off—and did anyone really know what was happening? He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of my people. They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man, Even though he’d never hurt a soulor said one word that wasn’t true. Still, it’s what God had in mind all along, to crush him with pain. The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sinso that he’d see life come from it—life, life, and more life. And God’s plan will deeply prosper through him."
-Isaiah 53:7-10 (MSG)

Today is "Good Friday". Maybe we would do well to consider our own troubles, our own brokenness...and can see our Condition: Sin. Then, perhaps after a good and long look in the mirror we could see. Truly see. I think we probably already do. Our hearts yearn for wholeness. Jesus became the Sin of us all...precisely that we be made whole for the good pleasure of our Father in Heaven.

Thanks be to God. My heavens...you chose...me!

Blessings,
-ao

Spring - a reflection on today

To stand near.
Remain close
Keep watch.
Steadily reminded of the great beauty.
Draw another breath.
Listen again to the sounds.
Dream a dream, being in awe of its content & wonder.
To grasp what cannot be fully taken in.

Worship.
Connectedness to the Father.
Remembrance of Christ.
Daily trust.
Belonging.
Always in the fight.
Total surrender.
Discipline.
Depth that wells up from only within

He who is alive in me is greater still.

Today...a reminder of His love. His endurance. For me.

Maundy Thursday.

Blessings.
-ao