If you Google “intentional neglect” you’ll find an array of complex information and discouraging news. It’s not light reading.
However, that phrase lodged in my mind several weeks ago when our pastor encouraged his Sunday-evening congregation to intentionally neglect those things that keep them from their goals and purposes.
He was not talking about neglecting people or responsibilities, but activities that grab hold of our attention and devour our time. Email. Television. Computer games, and other misplaced priorities that aren’t necessarily bad.
He shared the story of a violinist who felt compelled to complete all her household chores before practicing. Her compulsion to clean took precedence over development of her gift. She finally realized that she would never become a virtuoso until she put her gift first.
Though I am not a violinist, I can relate with this woman’s compulsive behavior for tying up loose ends. As I work at my writing, stealing hours and minutes throughout a busy day, I am constantly tempted by uncompleted chores around me—things that should be done.
The “shoulds” are deadly.
In personal application, intentional neglect means that I do only one household chore per day when I am under deadline, check only important email, and click off the Internet before I’m tempted to read the latest headline, gossip or gadget report.
Our pastor biblically encouraged us through Nehemiah 6, a chapter which outlines the distractions Nehemiah faced when trying to rebuild the wall of Jerusalem in the 400s BC. He had many detractors, yet he maintained his focus. How?
“But I prayed.”*
Nehemiah’s constant contact with the Lord kept him on target. He knew he was called, he knew his purpose, and he knew the source of his strength.
We have this same access to the God of creation, repair, and redemption. Do we use it?
We all neglect something because it is impossible to do everything. The question is, are we neglecting the right things?
*(Neh. 6:9b NIV)
Thank you, Pastor Brian Withrow.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
You Never Know
It’s a puny planet, a wee world.
A limited venue.
Okay, okay—so much for trying to avoid the “small world” cliché. But it is so true.
We meet unexpected people in the most unexpected places. Coincidence? Hardly.
As in my recent acquaintance with a deceptively soft-spoken woman named Joy.
I say deceptively soft-spoken because she is a warrior. As author of the book Identifying the Hierarchy of Satan: A Handbook for Wrestling to Win! Joy A. Schneider is not to be underestimated.
Joy was one of my roommates at the Colorado Christian Writer’s Conference in Estes Park last month. I was there hoping to interest an agent or publisher in my proposed devotional book, Sometimes Life’s a Rodeo. In the process, I learned more about how rodeo has impacted people who have nothing to do with the cowboy world.
Like Joy.
One Sunday morning 35 years ago, Joy turned on a televised broadcast from Calvary Chapel in Denver, Colorado and heard the testimony of a man with a painted face, baggy pants, striped shirt and red suspenders. No, he was not the preacher, nor was he with the circus. He was rodeo clown Wilbur Plaugher, co-founder of the Cowboy Chapter of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, today known as the Fellowship of Christian Cowboys.
Joy trusted Christ as her savior that morning, right there in front of the television set and the rodeo clown. She has not been the same since.
So you see, you never know. You never know who may be listening to your life on this spinning speck, weighing your words and changing their course.
Regardless of how heavy your makeup and mismatched your clothes.
For more information on the Fellowship of Christian Cowboys, see http://www.christiancowboys.com/
A limited venue.
Okay, okay—so much for trying to avoid the “small world” cliché. But it is so true.
We meet unexpected people in the most unexpected places. Coincidence? Hardly.
As in my recent acquaintance with a deceptively soft-spoken woman named Joy.
I say deceptively soft-spoken because she is a warrior. As author of the book Identifying the Hierarchy of Satan: A Handbook for Wrestling to Win! Joy A. Schneider is not to be underestimated.
Joy was one of my roommates at the Colorado Christian Writer’s Conference in Estes Park last month. I was there hoping to interest an agent or publisher in my proposed devotional book, Sometimes Life’s a Rodeo. In the process, I learned more about how rodeo has impacted people who have nothing to do with the cowboy world.
Like Joy.
One Sunday morning 35 years ago, Joy turned on a televised broadcast from Calvary Chapel in Denver, Colorado and heard the testimony of a man with a painted face, baggy pants, striped shirt and red suspenders. No, he was not the preacher, nor was he with the circus. He was rodeo clown Wilbur Plaugher, co-founder of the Cowboy Chapter of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, today known as the Fellowship of Christian Cowboys.
Joy trusted Christ as her savior that morning, right there in front of the television set and the rodeo clown. She has not been the same since.
So you see, you never know. You never know who may be listening to your life on this spinning speck, weighing your words and changing their course.
Regardless of how heavy your makeup and mismatched your clothes.
For more information on the Fellowship of Christian Cowboys, see http://www.christiancowboys.com/
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Not Today
Some are touting today as The Last Day.
I do not believe that today will mark the end of the world, the rapture (departure) of Christians, or the return of Jesus. I believe all of these events will take place, but not today.
If I am wrong, cool. I'm ready. If you live near me (and are not a believer) you may take my piano, guitar, car and anything else left behind.
If I am right, I still plan on being ready. Isn’t that the bottom line?
The Bible tells us that we won’t know the exact date of the above mentioned events, because they will come “as a thief in the night,” and as in the days of Noah—when no one is expecting anything out of the ordinary.
We do not know how many days we have left—individually or collectively. But we can know if we are ready to meet our creator and savior.
Are you?
I do not believe that today will mark the end of the world, the rapture (departure) of Christians, or the return of Jesus. I believe all of these events will take place, but not today.
If I am wrong, cool. I'm ready. If you live near me (and are not a believer) you may take my piano, guitar, car and anything else left behind.
If I am right, I still plan on being ready. Isn’t that the bottom line?
The Bible tells us that we won’t know the exact date of the above mentioned events, because they will come “as a thief in the night,” and as in the days of Noah—when no one is expecting anything out of the ordinary.
We do not know how many days we have left—individually or collectively. But we can know if we are ready to meet our creator and savior.
Are you?
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Like Mother, Like Son
Easter was two weeks ago. Already, it’s Mother’s Day.
I don’t recall Easter ever falling so close to Mother’s Day, but the confluence of the two is wider than merely this year’s calendar.
Consider Mary, the mother of Christ. She never experienced our American custom of maternal recognition. She didn’t even know anything about Christmas, the season that usually brings her to our western minds. Easter? Nope. But she is intricately connected to all three observances.
This year, as I ponder the influence of mothers on their children, I wonder if the mother of Christ somehow helped prepare him for his calling as the sacrificial Lamb of God.
On the night of his blood-sweating prayer and ultimate betrayal, as all creation held its breath, did Jesus remember something he had heard at his mother’s knee? Did he consider what she had told him about a choice she made as a young woman? Did her words from three decades earlier influence him when he said, “Not my will but yours be done”?
Mary, in essence, had said the same thing. When she heard that God had chosen her to bear his son in human flesh, she said, “Okay.” Did she consider the cost? Had she known what she would face – the whispers, the wagging heads, the possible threats to her very life?
What does it cost to say, “Not my will, but yours be done”?
Obedience is a rare and precious gift that we can present to our Lord. But we can also give it to our children as we demonstrate our faith in God. Without the faith to obey, Jesus might have turned from the cross, and Mary might have said, “Not me.”
For both of them, obedience brought the miracle.
I wonder: What miracle will spring from my obedience, if any?
I don’t recall Easter ever falling so close to Mother’s Day, but the confluence of the two is wider than merely this year’s calendar.
Consider Mary, the mother of Christ. She never experienced our American custom of maternal recognition. She didn’t even know anything about Christmas, the season that usually brings her to our western minds. Easter? Nope. But she is intricately connected to all three observances.
This year, as I ponder the influence of mothers on their children, I wonder if the mother of Christ somehow helped prepare him for his calling as the sacrificial Lamb of God.
On the night of his blood-sweating prayer and ultimate betrayal, as all creation held its breath, did Jesus remember something he had heard at his mother’s knee? Did he consider what she had told him about a choice she made as a young woman? Did her words from three decades earlier influence him when he said, “Not my will but yours be done”?
Mary, in essence, had said the same thing. When she heard that God had chosen her to bear his son in human flesh, she said, “Okay.” Did she consider the cost? Had she known what she would face – the whispers, the wagging heads, the possible threats to her very life?
What does it cost to say, “Not my will, but yours be done”?
Obedience is a rare and precious gift that we can present to our Lord. But we can also give it to our children as we demonstrate our faith in God. Without the faith to obey, Jesus might have turned from the cross, and Mary might have said, “Not me.”
For both of them, obedience brought the miracle.
I wonder: What miracle will spring from my obedience, if any?
Friday, April 22, 2011
Jesus: Dead or Alive
Slip out of time with me and consider:
Jesus is dead.
Crucifixion will do that.
But it was just his body that died.
Just?
I don’t know too many people who aren’t doing everything they can to protect their bodies from death. Most of us try to avoid it at all cost, sometimes at great cost.
Jesus did not. He gave his body.
But all things are possible, right? Isn’t that what the angel told Jesus' mother 33 years earlier? She proved it to be true when she believed the message, conceived the word, and bore a child.
Imagine how thrilled she must have been when her boy made water jars pour out wine, and blind men see the light, and crippled children dance. She must have thought Yes! when he rode into town through cheering crowds. All things are indeed possible!
Yet what did she think at Golgotha where a cross bore her babe and his hands poured out blood and the demons danced? O God, this can’t be possible!
Was his death the finale of her faith?
What of the promise?
What of the miracles?
What of that great, cheering crowd?
Yet, don’t we respond the same way during our darkest days of entombment?
“Everything was going so well.”
“I was so close to victory!”
“What happened?”
“Did I miss God?”
And then the third day dawned. Morning and men found the tomb empty. Jesus’ body was gone - walking gone. Instilled anew with life.
Indeed, all things are possible.
And we, like his mother and others across the ages, cry, “Jesus is alive!”
Jesus is dead.
Crucifixion will do that.
But it was just his body that died.
Just?
I don’t know too many people who aren’t doing everything they can to protect their bodies from death. Most of us try to avoid it at all cost, sometimes at great cost.
Jesus did not. He gave his body.
But all things are possible, right? Isn’t that what the angel told Jesus' mother 33 years earlier? She proved it to be true when she believed the message, conceived the word, and bore a child.
Imagine how thrilled she must have been when her boy made water jars pour out wine, and blind men see the light, and crippled children dance. She must have thought Yes! when he rode into town through cheering crowds. All things are indeed possible!
Yet what did she think at Golgotha where a cross bore her babe and his hands poured out blood and the demons danced? O God, this can’t be possible!
Was his death the finale of her faith?
What of the promise?
What of the miracles?
What of that great, cheering crowd?
Yet, don’t we respond the same way during our darkest days of entombment?
“Everything was going so well.”
“I was so close to victory!”
“What happened?”
“Did I miss God?”
And then the third day dawned. Morning and men found the tomb empty. Jesus’ body was gone - walking gone. Instilled anew with life.
Indeed, all things are possible.
And we, like his mother and others across the ages, cry, “Jesus is alive!”
Saturday, April 9, 2011
TMI!
Too much information. The clamor is killing me!
I want to run screaming from my computer and all the visual noise of earthquakes, floods, budgets, celebrity divorces and over-paid athletes. Will it never end?
As a matter of fact, it will. As soon as I turn off the Internet, the television and the radio, and put down the newspaper.
So this morning I picked up my Bible and began reading Psalm 46.
“God is our refuge and strength ...” Ah, yes, this is what I need. But soon the turmoil came: the earth gave way, mountains fell into the sea, the waters roared and foamed, mountains quaked with the surging.
Oh my gosh, Japan! And every other place that has ever been racked by earthquakes.
I kept reading, and for a brief interlude saw a peaceful river flowing through the City of God before things churned up again. Destruction brought images of Libya, Sudan, Egypt and Afghanistan, but God stepped in to break the bow and shatter the spear, and burn the shields with fire.
And there was the answer: “Be still, and know that I am God.”
Could this be what I need, to simply still my heart and the noise in my life? Could these old, old words apply even to my modern life?
Regardless of what nature sends, regardless of how men and nations boast and threaten and stage themselves, God is still God.
He is still there.
Still waiting for me.
Still.
And when I still myself, I hear him.
I want to run screaming from my computer and all the visual noise of earthquakes, floods, budgets, celebrity divorces and over-paid athletes. Will it never end?
As a matter of fact, it will. As soon as I turn off the Internet, the television and the radio, and put down the newspaper.
So this morning I picked up my Bible and began reading Psalm 46.
“God is our refuge and strength ...” Ah, yes, this is what I need. But soon the turmoil came: the earth gave way, mountains fell into the sea, the waters roared and foamed, mountains quaked with the surging.
Oh my gosh, Japan! And every other place that has ever been racked by earthquakes.
I kept reading, and for a brief interlude saw a peaceful river flowing through the City of God before things churned up again. Destruction brought images of Libya, Sudan, Egypt and Afghanistan, but God stepped in to break the bow and shatter the spear, and burn the shields with fire.
And there was the answer: “Be still, and know that I am God.”
Could this be what I need, to simply still my heart and the noise in my life? Could these old, old words apply even to my modern life?
Regardless of what nature sends, regardless of how men and nations boast and threaten and stage themselves, God is still God.
He is still there.
Still waiting for me.
Still.
And when I still myself, I hear him.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sometimes life’s a rodeo: Expect the unexpected
Have you ever felt like you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, about to be pummeled through no fault of your own? Have you ever asked, What did I do to deserve this?
An Old Testament king named Hezekiah looked through his window one day and saw the Assyrian army camped outside. The biblical account says, “After all that Hezekiah had so faithfully done, Sennacherib king of Assyria came and invaded Judah” (II Chronicles 32:1 NIV).
Seems unfair, doesn’t it? Hezekiah had been so faithful. How could God let the enemy get so close? What had Hezekiah done wrong, that such a large, seemingly unbeatable force could close in around him?
Hezekiah fell on his face before God and said, “If you don’t save us, it’s all over.”
I’ve seen the same thing at a rodeo.
When my husband was a barrel man, he often went head to head with a big lanky bull called The Grizz. This long-legged monster could step right over Mike’s red and white striped clown barrel and camp on the bullfighter behind it. Or isolate him in the middle of the arena.
One particular day everything stopped, even The Grizz. The bullfighter, down on one knee, looked Grizz in the eye and the crowd knew what to expect.
The big bovine swished his tail to one side, snorted, blinked … and walked off toward the out gate.
The bullfighter leaped to his feet and dashed for the fence, and with one collective breath, the astounded audience cheered.
Maybe ol’ Grizz saw an angel behind the kneeling clown.
That's what happened with Hezekiah: the Lord sent an angel to annihilate the Assyrian soldiers and their king withdrew.
Adverse circumstances can make us doubt that God is paying attention. However, he still intervenes today in the lives of his people - and more important than that is his presence in the lives of his people on an even deeper level than Hezekiah experienced.
The Lord is with us in everything we face and has promised, “I will never leave you nor forsake you” (Hebrews 13:5 NKJV).
The next time we ask, Where are the blessings and benefits? Where are the good times and abundance? How can God let bad things happen? let’s remember that the Lord himself walks with us.
Even though our challenges may be bigger than we can handle, they are never bigger than our God.
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