Nine Words to Live By

“But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.”

Luke 5:16

Could there be any nine words we need more to hear?

“But Jesus”—we need to realize that taking cues from Jesus will have us swimming up stream. Everyone was clamoring for a piece of Him, yet He took paddle in hand, and did the hard work of getting alone. Will you?

“Often”—how often we don’t know. He does it again in chapter 6, right before He choose the disciples. Right before he puts in place the corner stones for the entire future of Christianity! Let’s just say it wasn’t hit or miss, but regular, and when God had something monumental to say, He was there to receive it. Will you be there?

“Withdrew”—how strong is your will when it comes to deciding to act independently? Jesus’ intended to hike up the mountain, and He did it. Will you?

“To Lonely Places”—It’s not physical laws the govern focus, but heart attitude. The other day an old woman was locked in prayer on the 8:02 express, head lifted to heaven and lips moving, while silver strands of light danced across her ancient face. Squeezed between two sleeping commuters, she had found her ‘lonely place.’ Have you?

“And Prayed”—Several times over the past year Jesus has asked me; “when will you get it, that there’s nothing more important than prayer in keeping your love alive?” The great goal of Satan is to keep the saints pre-occupied. That way, activity will replace intimacy, and indecision will replace courage.

Drain-Out

On the train approaching my stop, I politely asked the man seated next to me if he could get up. “We’re not there yet,” he said, “what’s the hurry? “ I stared in disbelief. The thought actually raced through my mind—“I’m glad I didn’t try to share my faith with this jerk.” Imagine! I kept leering, and he finally rose from his seat, but not happily. At the door our spat continued. “See, we haven’t stopped yet,” he said, pointing to the moving train. That was it. I leaned forward into his face, and measured my words, “If—I—want—to—get—up—I’ll—get—up,” I seethed. He backed off. I guess my body language scared him.

The incident exhausted me in the moment, but later I realized that I had drained out long before. My routine hadn’t changed, still rose early for devotions, and tucked in the day with prayer. Yet, unbeknownst to me, life had seeped out.

Drain-out differs from burnout, in that it’s a vague tiredness, a heavy step rather than a buoyant skip. The long obedience needed in our call exacts a toll, that unless replenished leaves us fatigued, and a little numb.

The solution? An invitation with a promise.

“Come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

It was said of Moses, that he would often go outside the camp to the tent of meeting, and there meet God. He made an extra effort to sit with Him, while the eyes of a young man named Joshua absorbed a picture of intimacy, a portrait of rest.

How are you? If you feel drained, take a trip ‘outside the camp.’ Sit with Him in order to prepare yourself to be poured out through finishing the school year well—Getaway and all. He is only one step away from the routine.

A Taste for Solitude

“I waited patiently for the Lord, and He inclined to me and heard my cry.”

Psalm 40:1

The word patiently here actually means intently, and conjures an image of intense focus, elevating a single desire above all others. It’s like the solitude needed by athletes getting ready for the big game. Spiritual leaders train themselves in this discipline, because from it comes the creative juices needed to hatch fresh ideas, and the candor required to lead out of conviction.

If a leader denies the tug of the Spirit for solitude, he forfeits a well-spring of foresight-where God’s leading, insight-how He’s leading, and hindsight-why God’s taking him there. The early church fathers didn’t give over-activity a second thought. When confronted by the church to help with a logistical challenge related to irate widows, they responded, “no” by reiterating their priorities. “We will devote ourselves to prayer and to the ministry of the word.” A “no,” even to very good things, is always the fruit of a stronger “yes.” How strong is your yes to the invitation for solitude?

The great challenge of our day is to exchange fragmented sound bytes and data, with an unbroken stream of mercy gushing like a cataract from above the throne of grace. Solitude helps us taste that river like nothing else will.

If solitude eludes you, try the following, but keep in mind baby-steps that lead to progress are better than bounding gaits ending in failure.

Find a place: Whether it’s a park, an attic or a walk in closet.

Make a space: Long enough to settle; nothing scheduled after, and no chance of interruption.

Breathe grace: Listen for kindness and compassion. If you hear anything to the contrary, though you’re alone, you may not be with Jesus. Remember, we wait intently at the throne of grace.

“O taste and see that the Lord is good.” Ps 34

God's Front Door

“Call to me, and I will answer you, and tell you great and mighty things, which you do not know.” Jeremiah 33:3

I have always thought of Jeremiah 33:3 as God’s telephone number. But after a recent study, I’m more inclined to say it’s His front door! Here’s a translation in the New KJY version. “Cry aloud from a place of desperation, I will answer with My Presence (and it will be unmistakable-conspicuous!), in order to reveal and unlock inaccessible places.”

When we enter times of prayer, our mental list of urgent requests can lead us to petition too quickly, when all along God wants us to simply rest, wait and trust that His presence will be enough. Often I am more excited to bend the knee in order to unload my baggage, rather than humble myself before God and enjoy the silence that can often sit between friends. Don’t get me wrong. God says to ask, and don’t stop asking. But it’s His presence that reveals the answers, because during that exchange God lifts my eyes away from the request, and brings my gaze up to His level. Here He speaks. Here I absorb strength. Here demons cannot tread. For a little while at least, I am captured by a love that reassures, a peace that settles and a courage that lets me rest upon an invisible Bosom. When I can hear His heart, I will not give pause, find excuses or rationalize away what He says to do.

The battle can leave us exhausted, thirsty and too tired to care, yet God has a silver lining. Beth Moore says, “He never meant for us to sip His Spirit like a proper cup of tea. He meant for us to hold our sweating heads over the fountain and lap up His life with unquenchable thirst.” It was when Elijah was at his wits end, that God had him ‘stand upon the mountain before the Lord.’( At His front door!) Prayer is holding our head over that fountain of living water.

When we want His presence, we knock on a door He opens. He makes Himself conspicuous in the hard work of fighting for a time and place where earth drops away, and nothing remains but us, together. In these moments words fail, and love prevails, deepening His hold upon us, and unlocking inaccessible places.

‘In His presence is fullness of joy, at his right hand are pleasures forever more.’

A Spiritual Chess Match at 37,00 Feet

His name was Igor, a Russian software developer from Atlanta, bound for St. Petersburg, Russia. The DC-10 was seating perhaps 100 passengers with vast stretches of empty seats, yet there we were squeezed side by side next to the window. At first I wanted to move across the isle, to stretch my cramped legs and enjoy some reading. I’m glad I didn’t. We started talking about the Hermitage museum, and particularly the enormous six by eight painting of the prodigal son on display there. It was easy to transition from that into faith. Igor told me he was Jewish, but that his faith had not been a central part of his life. Twenty-three years ago on his honeymoon, during a four-day train ride he had shared a car with an Orthodox priest, and had been intrigued and challenged by their long conversations. “This feels like that time,” he said, “only I see it much clearer now, the way you put things.”

It was as though time stood still, God melding our hearts together in a seamless stream of theological and cultural facts and anecdotes. At one point he asked me with a serious scowl, “why do Jewish people convert to Christianity?” I remember praying, O God how much better could you lead this discussion? The next hour was filled with animated gestures, sullied brow, anger and smiles of revelation. It felt like a chess match, and my Russian counterpart seemed to be always two or three steps ahead in trying to piece together this amazing story about Jesus. I had the chance to tell it in detail, from the cradle to the cross, and watched as God opened his mind and heart to the possibility that it all could be true. God forged a friendship in those hours, and as traffic at JFK backed up, and the flight was delayed on entry, I silently thanked God for the extra time to answer the myriad of questions he still clung to. Pulling up to the gate, we exchanged information, and plan to have dinner this spring when he comes to New York.

Sitting at the Feet of Jesus

Over the past month an image of sitting at Jesus feet has taken hold in my imagination. The madman in Luke found himself there, “dressed and in his right mind.” Mary sat there, content with only Him. Another woman, “who the Scriptures say, “lived a sinful life,” poured perfume on Him there, and wept in great broken sobs of love. Jairus fell down there, and “pleaded earnestly with Him, “My daughter is dying.”

That one got me. Our oldest daughter Audrey, has been ill now for some time. I have felt gnaws of uncertainty as doctors scratch their heads, and prescribe what may cure. Like Jairus, I have fallen in a heap at Jesus feet and cried for her deliverance, both physically, and spiritually. Sometimes the most powerful prayers course down our cheeks.

Do you find yourself today at Jesus feet? Though many of the instances in Scripture include desperation, we don’t have to wait until the bottom falls out before we go there. His invitation comes to us incessantly, fervently—“come!” As easy as it may seem, how difficult it turns out to be, and how subtle the lies that keep us aloof. Oswald Chambers said it best: The meaning of prayer is that we get hold of God, not the answer.” I like that.

Before you close this, take a moment and imagine yourself at His feet. What do you want to tell Him? What questions are still unanswered? Is there something you dread, that consumes your waking nights? Have you given up on anyone? Have you suspended your faith, traded it for something more manageable or secure?

Nothing is off limits at the feet of perfect Love.

Vision

“For lack of vision, the people run wild….”
Ginnette and I joined staff in the summer of 82.’ We were at CSU along with about 40 other fresh legs, and to say we were ‘Gung Ho’ is putting it mildly! Even so, listening to our leadership reiterate the mission refreshed us, and built a solid frame around our own vision.
Since then, I’ve occasionally needed to step back and kick the tires, so to speak. Do I still believe the mission is possible? Am I still as passionate about reaching every student as when I began? Will I still sacrifice as God leads, putting others first and my own needs behind?
Honestly, I can go a long time without knowing my ‘tires’ need attention. But certain symptoms alert me that my vision has blurred, and my faith has atrophied. I’ve forgotten those first heart stopping, mouth gaping God sightings that kept me lean and hungry in the Great Commission.
Here are a few nails I’ve had to pull from the tire over the years.
I think the organization exists for me. The subtle shift from remembering why I’m here and taking personal responsibility, to thinking corporate owes me. It’s a mental, backward step from adult to child, and it keeps me thinking small. The worst part; it can affect younger leaders. Remember, status quo is a transferable concept.
I think security is found in a place, or through ministry partners. The subtle shift from knowing my hope and trust lie in God, to thinking I’m in God’s will because things run smoothly, or my needs are being met. Fear of change is the single greatest detriment to fresh visionary leadership. When that suffers, the movement shifts into neutral.
I think proven methods equal God’s heart for the mission. The subtle shift from knowing that; ‘unless the Father draws them,’ to thinking because I saw fruit before, I will do this again, and again, and again. I need to ask myself; is my strategy based on history, or the leading of the Holy Spirit?
I think ministry gives life to my spirit. The subtle shift from knowing that love fuels my devotional life, to thinking that my call and duty in ministry will reward my spirit with energy and purpose. If I cater to this usurper, I will eventually find myself in a time capsule, unable or unwilling to move forward through fresh revelation.
At the start of the new decade, ask yourself: Do I remember the mission? Do I believe the mission is possible? Do I remember why I joined the mission, and what I meant to do?