I am a Millennial. Which means I am lazy, live in my parents’ basement, can’t pay my own bills, have a sense of entitlement, embrace all things immoral, and am addicted to technology. Did I miss anything? I’m sure I did. It depends on who you ask, of course.
The point is, we are a corrupt generation, right? I mean look at all the terrible things that are happening in the world. So, it’s no wonder that a great man of God said, “Save yourselves from this crooked generation!” You are probably familiar with this man of God – he is one of the most famous. His given name is Peter and he was quoted saying this in approximately 33 A.D. on the day of Pentecost.
Every generation seems to think the one following them is the worst. Socrates is quoted as saying, “Our youth now love luxury. They have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for their elders and love chatter in place of exercise; they no longer rise when elders enter the room; they contradict their parents, chatter before company; gobble up their food and tyrannize their teachers.” That was in approximately 450 A.D.
Throughout history, you can find countless accounts of someone hating on the younger generation. So, fear not Millennials, the generation after us is destined to be far worse. But, as I read Peter’s words in Acts 2:40, I had to wonder, are we really a more corrupt world today than in the time of Peter? Is there anything happening today that didn’t happen two-thousand years ago? I doubt it. The Bible even says in Ecclesiastes 1:9, “History merely repeats itself. It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun is truly new.”
And yet, I hear it all the time. People grumbling about the state of society these days. I find myself joining the party. In fact, just the other day I was complaining about an air freshener commercial that lauded how wonderful it would be to have “a man for every room.” I mean, to think that there is a wide audience out there of women that would find that appealing made me a little nauseous. And yet, only in the last few hundred years (and even then only in primarily Western societies) has it become inappropriate or illegal to practice polygamy. Is there really any difference?
But after spending some time studying and meditating, I did find something that I believe to be a significant difference. It’s a difficult difference to pinpoint because it’s not something that is as easily definable in societies throughout history, but I believe society today has a large abundance of spiritual apathy. Perhaps, so that I’m not speaking of things I don’t understand, I should limit that to say American society seems to be spiritually apathetic.
And before anyone gets all high and mighty, this label is just as much for the average Christian as it is for anyone else. Because going to church doesn’t make you spiritual. Just do a search on spiritual apathy and you will find countless results for sermons, articles, blog posts, etc. discussing the apathetic church. But I’m not here to pass judgement or throw guilt, I’m here to ask why.
Why have we pushed our spiritual selves down so deeply that we have forgotten they exist? We have neglected them to the point where they no longer have the strength to rise up in us and make themselves known.
If a person neglected their physical body, others would be concerned. If they stopped eating, exercising, maintaining personal hygiene, society as a whole would notice. We’d label it even: anorexic, depressed. Loved ones would most likely try to intervene. They would talk to them, maybe send them to therapy or rehab. A mother might go out of her way to make her child’s favorite food every day for a week to encourage him to eat. We wouldn’t just let them wither away and die.
But that’s what we’re doing to our spiritual bodies. We’re letting them die. Or we’re giving them just enough substance to eek out an existence on life support. We can’t see our spiritual selves, but as a Christian we have to realize that our spirit is so much more important than our physical bodies. And yet, don’t we spend hours every week grocery shopping, preparing meals, and working out? Is there ever a single day that goes by that you don’t do something to help restore your physical body?
Try focusing just a fraction of that attention on your spirit. Let your mind connect with your spirit. And if you see a friend, a family member, a co-worker letting their spirit die, try gently encouraging them to nourish their own spirit. After all, it is our spirit that will live on eternally. It is our spirit that connects with our Savior. It is our spirit that deserves our attention.
In the book of Ezra, chapters 9 and 10 are extremely controversial. Ezra is grieved because many of the Jewish people have married the women of the area – “foreign” women. These women are outside of their race, their culture, and their faith. And Ezra makes a bold move in requiring these men to leave their wives or otherwise be exiled from the community.
When I first read this I was a little horrified. I, personally, am in an intercultural, interracial marriage. According to Ezra, is my marriage blasphemous? Should my husband leave me and take up with a Nigerian woman? Does God say that we shouldn’t be married? And then I remembered Moses.
Most people who have heard of the Bible have heard of Moses. He’s famous both in religious and secular circles. And Moses, an undeniably great man of God, had a “foreign” wife. When Moses fled from Egypt to Midian he took Zipporah, daughter of Reuel (later referred to as Jethro), to be his wife (Exodus 3:21). Moses did receive criticism regarding his marriage, but it was from man – his siblings of all people – not from God. In fact, Miriam and Aaron were chastised and punished by God for speaking ill of Moses (Numbers 12). This clearly indicates that God is down with interracial, intercultural marriages. What he’s not as keen on are interfaith marriages.
A word on interfaith marriages. I am in no way suggesting that if you married outside of your faith you should be filing for a divorce. In fact, if you’re a believer the Bible says explicitly NOT to do that. It’s not because God doesn’t want you to marry the person you love or that he thinks Christians are better than someone from another faith. He wants to protect you. Interfaith marriages aren’t God’s intention because the covenant and bond of marriage is so great. You want to share all of yourself with the person you love and that includes your faith. I know people who have grown up in interfaith households and despite sometimes attending services regularly, they often feel a bit lost in their spiritual walk. Everything God asks of us is really for our own good even if it doesn’t always seem that way on the surface. Paul addresses marriage, including interfaith marriage, in detail in 1st and 2nd Corinthians.
But back to Ezra! So, Ezra is basically having a meltdown. It’s not just because of the interfaith marriages, but because these marriages were done with a blatant disregard for the instruction from God. And Ezra knew God would not look kindly on this. I can imagine Ezra felt a bit like my 12 year old self who spent weeks on a school project that our family dog destroyed in about three minutes. The Jewish people had worked so hard to get back into God’s favor and he saw it all slipping away.
The response may seem a bit drastic. Why not just bring these women into the faith? Which brings us back to obedience. Ezra didn’t know how God would respond and he didn’t want everything they had worked for destroyed – again.
The beauty of our Father in Heaven is that he can work with whatever we give him. And regardless of where we are in our marriages, he can deliver them. He can redeem them. And Ezra isn’t there to tell you that your marriage is blasphemous.
We’ve all heard it. You’ve probably said it. Nobody’s perfect. And it’s true enough. Even the Bible tells us that all have sinned and come short of the Glory of God. So, naturally, in Christian circles we talk about how no Christian is perfect. We’re still human. We say that when we, or someone we know, messes up. Then we probably talk about grace and God’s forgiveness. And while that’s all well and good, are we maybe setting ourselves up for failure?
I once heard Pastor Chris Oyakhilome ask this in a message:
Picture yourself on an airplane. You’re all settled into your seat, luggage stored in the overhead compartment, seat belt buckled and reading over your e-mails before take-off. Then the pilot comes on the speaker and gives the usual flight time, flying conditions, etc. And then the pilot says, “I just want to remind all of you out there that no pilot is perfect. So should anything go wrong during our flight today, I want to thank you for your grace.” How many people do you think would get off the plane?
That’s not to say anything bad is going to happen during your flight, but if the pilot himself was doubting, wouldn’t that strike some fear or anxiety in you as the passenger? If you stayed on the plane, wouldn’t you likely be on edge for the duration of the flight? It’s true that no one is perfect and we all screw up occasionally, but as a passenger, don’t you hope that the pilot flying your plane is striving for perfection. To make all the right decisions for you to have a safe, smooth flight? Of course!
Then why do we, as Christians, not follow the same principle? Shouldn’t we make every attempt to be in the will of God at all times? What if your accountant says, “Well, I thought I’d go ahead and do your taxes without using your W-2s.” I’m quite sure you would get a phone call from the IRS and find yourself a new accountant. But don’t we do that every time we make a decision without consulting the Word of God or spending time in prayer? (And I’m not saying you need to spend an hour in prayer over where you should have lunch – unless the Holy Spirit lays it on your heart.)
I’m not suggesting that I’m perfect or that you need to give yourself an ulcer trying to be perfect. This is really more food for thought. Something for you to chew on. Are you using your flesh as an excuse to ignore your spirit?
If you’re looking for wisdom and encouragement, look at the book of Job. Poor Job. That’s what I used to think when I thought of Job. But not poor Job. Poor Job’s friends. Poor me. Oh, that all Christians could be as self-assured in our innocence as Job. We are innocent, you know. We have been washed in the blood of Jesus Christ and every time the enemy comes against you trying to remind you of all your faults and all the things you have done wrong, meditate on this verse:
It’s true. You are as pure as gold. You are perfect in Christ. And don’t forget that. Remind yourself of that everyday.
The virgin will conceive a child and will call him Immanuel (which means God with us.) Isaiah 7: 14
I wanted to share something that scrolled across my Stalker Feed on Facebook recently. I can’t take credit for it and as there is no watermark or insignia I can’t even link you back to the creator’s page, but I think it’s a remarkable way to observe the advent and ready your heart to celebrate the coming of Christ Jesus into this world.
As today is December 1st, I read all of Isaiah, chapter 7 and while I copied down the suggested verse, an earlier verse resonated with me, so I’ll close this brief post with Isaiah’s poignant words:
Unless your faith is firm, I cannot make you stand firm.
Happy New Month!
During my childhood, my “church friends” were my best friends. They were the ones where I spent the night and knew their parents. The ones whose childhood homes I still have memorized in my mind. It wasn’t always rosy, despite us all attending church, professing Christ, and being raised by Christian parents, but the good always outweighed the bad.
I remember my mother asking once why I was closer with my friends at church that I might only see once or twice a week than my friends from school. At the time I didn’t know the answer. Now I do. Now I understand.
I have been reading and meditating on the book of Job. It’s not a book I necessarily expected to enjoy. I anticipated that it would be long and depressing. And, in some ways, it is both of those things, but it inspired me greatly. And one thought kept coming into my mind, It’s so important to choose the right friends. Continue reading “Choose Your Friends Wisely”
It feels good to praise God. Just thinking about it makes me feel a joy and a fullness inside of me. When I praise God – I mean really praise him – I praise him all out. It’s a sing with my whole voice, lift up my whole hands, shout, jump, weep, laugh kind of praise. And I love it. I love that I get the opportunity to praise him openly and without shame.
If praising God doesn’t light a fire in you to serve him, give to him, spend time to him, read his word, and commit yourself to him, then you’re missing out. And I can’t encourage you enough to dive into why praising God doesn’t leave you overflowing with love – because when it does, you’ll want to praise him all day long. You’ll turn into a modern day David who, although he was the king of an entire nation, danced like a fool in his praise for his heavenly Father.
I recently heard a message about two other awesome praisers in the Bible – Paul and Silas. In Acts 16, Luke writes about Paul and Silas being thrown into prison. For those who may not be familiar with the story, the two men were in Philippi, sharing the good news of Jesus Christ. For days, as they traveled through town a demon-possessed woman followed them, shouting. Paul, tired of her antics, shouted, “In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to come out of her!” And the demonic spirit left her. Continue reading “Your Praise Isn’t Just For You”
When my son was a baby, he was not a good sleeper. When he was very small he would sleep during the night, but his naps were short and irregular. As he got a bit older, his sleep was disjointed at all hours. I was given lots of well-meaning advice and I’m sure all of the advice is useful for some babies, but none of it worked for mine. Most of the advice was along the lines of keeping him active, but that NEVER worked. I now have two children, three and five, and if they’re tired they get wound up like they’re having a sugar rush and then I have to force them to crash and it’s ugly. My older sister, however, gave me one piece of advice that has turned out to be very true – Sleep begets sleep.
Basically, my sister’s ideology was if a child doesn’t get enough sleep, the sleep they get is often short and fitful. And it has turned out to be true of my children. If they don’t get their nap, they don’t sleep as well that night. It seems counterintuitive, but it’s not just children. As an adult, if you are accustomed to eight hours of sleep and only get six, you will feel the loss of those two hours, but if you decide you’re going to make up for it the next night, you will only find yourself awake much earlier than you planned.
We can apply it to other areas of our life as well. The more you eat, the more you want to eat. Your stomach will expand and you will be able to eat more food at one sitting. The reverse is also true, the less you eat, the less you want to eat. The more you run, the more you want to run and also, the less you run, the less you want to run. Continue reading “Prayer Begets Prayer”
I grew up in a church where lifting your hands in worship was a very progressive movement. My childhood church was not particularly strict, but it was a Southern Baptist church that preferred songs from the hymnal over a repeating chorus on a screen.
Even at camps and outside youth groups as a teenager, I don’t recall raising my hands during praise and worship. I do remember weeping on occasion and did not understand why until much later in my life, but I didn’t see the need in lifting my hands. I tried it once or twice and felt like a fake.
Fast forward ten years. My husband and I moved to Greensboro, North Carolina, and started looking for a church. It was the first time I would refer to “church” and not be talking about my childhood church. God was good and we found an amazing, multi-racial, multi-cultural church with a mission statement we could embrace. And the praise and worship was amazing.
Slowly I started lifting my hands in worship. Just one hand. I mean, let’s not get crazy. And initially I still felt that same sting of inauthenticity. But I was in a church full of people lifting up their hands, so there must be something to this. And after pushing through that feeling of falseness, something just clicked and it felt right. I felt like I was worshiping God more fully – with my entire being. Not just my spirit and heart and voice, but my full physical body was reaching out to him with praise.
But what does it really mean to lift your hands in worship? Continue reading “Lifting Holy Hands”
I had an incident recently at church where I really didn’t want to serve God. It didn’t have anything to do with God. I just found myself serving in a capacity where I felt ill-equipped. I found myself working with a demographic I don’t generally enjoy. And I found myself having a bad day in this act of service. So, I came home and told my husband, like any good child of God who is trying to get out of something, “I just don’t think I’m called to this ministry.”
The irony of this statement is that a few weeks ago, I was given the opportunity to share a message from the pulpit on serving God. And in that message, I stressed that the act of service is in seeing a need and meeting it. But there I am, sitting in the passenger seat of our SUV while my kids watch VeggieTales, telling my husband that perhaps I’m not the right person to meet this particular need. Because I had a bad day.
My husband, who does a remarkable job of responding to my moods, just simply told me I couldn’t quit this ministry today. Not today. Today was a bad day, but that’s not a good reason to stop serving God. There will always be bad days.
And though I sometimes don’t love to admit this, he was right. Continue reading “Sometimes Serving Sucks”
Two thousand years ago, a baby came screaming and kicking into a stable in a tiny town on the other side of the world. This baby, just like every other baby born before or after, was born with an “expiration” date. Those young parents had no idea what was to come. They had knowledge of the prophecies, and they had the words the Angels had spoken to each of them directly; but just like every other Jew awaiting the Messiah, their greatest imaginations for their Son of the Most High wouldn’t even touch the reality of what was to come.
As I’ve been reading through the Old Testament in my chronological reading through the Bible, I’ve spent a lot of time in the period of Israel’s history riddled with idolatry, immorality, and just so much big, dirty sin. God’s wrath takes up pages and pages of the prophets’ books, spelling out disaster that would touch every inch of their lives. Their homes, their jobs, their food, their money, their legal matters, their children, their weather, their cities and rulers, even their very lives. God is so holy and righteous; to be with Him requires complete perfection. Perfection He knew we can’t attain on our own. Then He used centuries of an entire nation’s history to show us we couldn’t do it. Not that we needed that, right? Or am I the only one who’s already messed up today? Continue reading “Expiration Dates”