Waiting & Longing
10 May 2012 Leave a Comment
in Belief, Encouragement, Faith, Hope, Kristine Lowder, Truth Tags: Romans 8, Thomas a Kempis
Thomas a Kempis wrote, “Wait a little while, O my soul, wait for the divine promise, and thou shalt have abundance of all good things in heaven.”
Have you noticed? We’re expanded by longing. Something grows in us as we focus heart, mind, soul and will Homeward. Romans 8:24-25 says: “That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.” (The Message.)
As pastor and author Rick Warren writes, “In order to keep us from becoming too attached to earth, God allows us to feel a significant amount of discontent and dissatisfaction in life – longings that will never be fulfilled on this side of eternity.”
We’re not completely happy here because we’re not supposed to be! We forget that for believers, earth isn’t our final home. We were redeemed for something much better!
Waiting and longing. Neither is easy. But there can be a “sweet pain” in both if we let them draw our hearts toward Home.
Shared by: Kristine, professional mom, blogger, author, homeschooler, humorist, and chief wrangler at the ‘ole “testosterone farm.”
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You’ll Be Home, Part 2 of 2
21 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
in Easter, Encouragement, Faith, Kristine Lowder
Curious verb choice, isn’t it? Was. Not is. Past tense. After all, these men had hoped that Jesus would redeem Israel, deliver her from under the heavy boot of Rome. But now it’s too late. Jesus is dead. Buried in that borrowed crypt. Sure, some women claimed they’d been to Jesus’ tomb and found it empty, but they were clearly a cup and a saucer short of a place setting.
What was Jesus thinking? Did he smile? Suppress a grin? Nope. He proclaims this teary twosome “foolish” and “slow of heart to believe.” (verse 25) Then he gives them a refresher course in Moses and the Prophets 101.
Incredibly, they still don’t get it. (Ah, the benefit of 2000/2000 hindsight!) As the trio approaches a village, Jesus acts as if he’s going further. They urge him to stay the night with them, which he does. Can you imagine their faces at the table later when Jesus takes the bread, gives thanks, breaks it and gives it to them?
“Hmmmm… this seems a little familiar….Haven’t we seen something like this before… Do you remember that afternoon in Bethsaida, with the loaves and the fishes….? Remember when Je….. Hey!!!!!”
Do you recognize the risen Lord? Have you left the “big city” and set out for Emmaus? Keep walking. Keep looking. Remember you’re only a visitor on this earthly sod, and you never know whom you may meet on the journey. Somewhere up ahead you’ll recline at a table. Bread will be broken and served by nail-scarred hands. Soon, perhaps in the twinkling of an eye, the dust of the day and the weariness of the walk will fall away and you’ll be a visitor no more. You’ll be Home.
By Kristine, author, blogger, humorist, homeschooler, professional mom.
(Part 1 posted on April 14.)
You’ll Be Home – Part 1 of 2
14 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
in Belief, Encouragement, Faith, Kristine Lowder
Have you ever wondered about the two guys on the Road to Emmaus in Luke 24? How could they be so close to Jesus and miss Resurrection Sunday? I mean, this is “later that same day” – as in, the women went to the tomb” early this morning” (verse 22). But here comes the doleful duo, faces so long they could eat corn out of a Coke bottle. They’re looking at the afterglow of the Mightiest Moment in History and seeing the headlight of an oncoming train.
You know the story. Neck-deep in their discussion “about everything that had happened,” who shows up? The text doesn’t say where He came from, but Jesus “came up and walked along with them” (verse 15). What did he say?
“Shalom, fellas. Howzitgoin?” Or maybe, “You look like someone just offered you a pork dinner with a bacon chaser.” How ‘bout, “Mind if I join you? I’m due at the Ascension in a coupla days.” Whatever the initial greeting, Jesus asks, “What are you discussing together as you walk along?” Lowder translation: What’s up, guys?”
Jaw unhinged in astonishment, Cleopas answers. Jesus’ arrest, crucifixion and purported Resurrection from the dead were all over Jerusalem. Emmaus was probably about seven miles northwest of Jerusalem. Not exactly an ocean away. These two men couldn’t believe that anyone in the area didn’t know about it! (After all, the crucifixion, Jesus’ death and burial were all in the last chapter. See Luke 23.)
But neither of these men recognizes Jesus. Where has this guy been? “Are you only a visitor to Jerusalem and do not know the things that have happened there in these days?” (verse 17)
Well yes, Jesus could have answered, now that you mention it, I am “only a visitor” to Jerusalem. I stopped there en route to paying the sin penalty for all mankind.
But Jesus doesn’t say that. What He doesn’t say is significant. He doesn’t lecture, nag, or chide. He doesn’t wave a red flag or dispatch a bolt out of the blue. Jesus doesn’t even declare, “Fellas, it’s me!” He simply asks, “What things?” (verse 19)
The reply is interesting: “About Jesus of Nazareth. He was a prophet, powerful in word and deed before God and all the people…”
Stay tuned for Part 2, coming on April 21.
By Kristine, author, blogger, professional mom, humorist, homeschooler.
“… will never thirst…”
07 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
in Easter, Faith, Hope, Kristine Lowder, Video
One of the most poignant scenes in cinema history. Charleton Heston as Judah Ben-Hur in the Academy Award-winning classic:
Shared by Kristine, author, blogger, homeschooler, professional mom.
Quite a Bunch
12 Feb 2012 1 Comment
“O the deep, deep love of Jesus
Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!
Rolling as a might ocean
In its fullness over me…”
– S. Trevor Francis
We’re “quite a bunch,” aren’t we? Pristine, gracious, friendly. Spirit-led. Joint-heirs with Jesus. At a distance, we may glitter and glow like an Olympic gold medal. But when the Sunday sermon ends? What’s the story Monday through Saturday?
During the week that pristine, serene Sunday exterior is often just that – an exterior. A façade that hides hurricane howls of rage, a bitterness-corroded soul or a tongue with a barbed-wire bite. The “Sunday go-to-meetin’” veneer may hide sloth. Complacency. A freeze-dried heart. Ditto envying, in-fighting, selfishness or insincerity that would turn Kermit the Frog chartreuse.
Weekdays may include yelling at our kids, cheating on our taxes, stabbing a co-worker in the back to get ahead, and saying things we wish we hadn’t. We may sandwich our lives with a thick slice of self-righteous myopia topped off with hypocrite gravy, wrapped with the cellophane fear of discovery.
The truth of the story is, we’re nobody’s trophy. But just as every Story has its Villain, this one also has its Hero. There’s a powerful, poignant line from James Fenimore Cooper’s epic romance, The Last of the Mohicans. The hero, Nathaniel, says to his lover, Cora: “I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far—I will find you.”
And that’s exactly what our Hero, the Great Lover, does. He will find you. He can and does come for you. For my Heart and yours. Over and over and over. The Lord Jesus sees through our feeble attempts to cloak our sin-soaked selves with pristine-pure pretense. He shines His Truth into our lives, revealing every hidden agenda, disingenuous motive, darkest secret, reeking resentment, and deepest shame. We may fool others, but the Great Lover? Not a chance. He knows it all – and still He comes. No matter how long it takes. No matter how far. His love will find us.
“O the deep, deep love of Jesus/
Love of ev’ry love the best!
‘Tis an ocean vast of blessing
‘Tis a haven sweet of rest
O the deep, deep love of Jesus
’Tis a heav’n of heavn’s to me;
And it lifts me up to glory/
For it lifts me up to Thee!”
Washed. Redeemed. Loved with an everlasting love by the Greatest Lover of all. Now that’s a story to sing about!
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