On Earth as it is in Heaven

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Faith is the refusal to panic.

                 -Martyn Lloyd-Jones

This photo is “enhanced.” The foreground in the original was a mess. Debris lay in a heap in an empty field after the land was cleared.  Shadow muted colour. That was one reality. I decided to create a reflection of the upper part of the photo by flipping it and adding it to the bottom. That is another reality. You can see the photo with your own eyes.

Quite often we do the opposite; we define the kingdom of God by projecting our mess onto it. We drag the corners of our disappointment into the future.

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I think we begin to see heaven when we pray the Lord’s prayer, “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” It’s not about denial; it’s about possibilities. It’s about sanctified imagination. It’s about hope.

Do Not Put Your Trust in Princes

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Yesterday was the perfect day to drive up a logging road to see the larch trees in their golden glory. They turn later than the other trees in the valley. My friend and I were so overwhelmed by the beauty that surrounded us we stood on the road and shouted thanks to the Creator of this beauty. We drove through the woods, up a mountain side and across streams and rivers, down into deeply shaded valleys, up into the sun and were surprised at every turn by more beauty. It was a great day.

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I feel a sort of desperate need lately to get outside and soak up as much colour and warmth as time will allow. It’s not just living in the moment; it’s trying to capture the memory of that moment to carry into dark days as a reminder that springtime and harvest will return. The season is so fleeting. Most of the poplars down by the lake that were so brilliantly coloured a couple of weeks ago  stand bare now, their brown curled leaves returned to the ground in preparation for the next season. The snow and cold grey days of winter will soon be here.

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I am struck by a passage I read in Psalm 146 this week about princes, in all their temporary glory, returning to the ground. “Do not put your trust in princes, in human beings, who cannot save. When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;on that very day their plans come to nothing.”

We need “princes” – prime ministers, presidents, loyal opposition and houses of representatives. They are important administrators. But I wonder if so much of the panicky fear-based rhetoric of the past few weeks is based on the idea that princes can actually save us from all the potentially scary situations in our lives. I wonder if we have placed unrealistic expectations upon mere mortals, hoping they, with all their glowing publicity, will be something they cannot sustain.

If all we have to trust in is politicians and the wisdom of voters easily influenced by media of dubious integrity, no wonder so many people are upset and worried.

Maybe there is more. Maybe our trust can be in  more than princes, who like the trees spring up and fall down. Maybe we can rely on the permanent Rock who is our refuge.

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Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord, my soul.

I will praise the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.

Do not put your trust in princes,
in human beings, who cannot save.

When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;
on that very day their plans come to nothing.

Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the Lord their God.

He is the Maker of heaven and earth,
the sea, and everything in them—
he remains faithful forever.

He upholds the cause of the oppressed
and gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets prisoners free,

the Lord gives sight to the blind,
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down,
the Lord loves the righteous.

The Lord watches over the foreigner
and sustains the fatherless and the widow,
but he frustrates the ways of the wicked.

The Lord reigns forever,
your God, O Zion, for all generations.

Praise the Lord.

Open Places

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That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To the God whom we endlessly crave.
– Ann Voskamp

Strive to Enter His Rest

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I did it again. I fretted. Loudly. Emotionally.

“We’ve got to do something!” I told my husband. He sat there calmly and said, “I am doing something. I am praying for a miracle and resting in the Lord.”

Now my problem is I can’t tell his resting in the Lord face from his avoiding a discussion by playing solitaire on the iPad face. All I want to know is if he is taking this crisis-de-jour seriously or am I going to have to do all the pre-trusting-in-the-Lord wet hen flap dancing all by myself?

Well, yes, I am. He doesn’t flap. He’s unflappable. He knows it’s pointless. So do I, but I do it anyway, not as often as I used to, but still often enough to have to apologize to the Lord later for my lack of faith. It’s my over-developed sense of responsibility again. I know I need to pray from a place of rest and trust in the Lord, believing that he has made a provision for every problem, but… but…but…

I also need to know that somebody cares. To me that means investing in some emotional expression. I want some compassionate tears or groans or something. A little sympathy pill. Failing that it means doing something, anything — making a list, googling for information, shopping for extra batteries — some indication of extending oneself. That’s how I show caring. But not everyone communicates the same way. I know that.

There’s another trap that I have fallen into far too often. In the absence of the proper person for the job I have the bad habit of rushing into somebody’s-got-to-do-it mode, jumping in without checking with the Lord whether this is helping or enabling or just plain meddling. It’s time to change that.

I have been reading in the book of Hebrews about the importance of rest. “…whoever has entered God’s rest has also rested from his works as God did from his. Let us therefore strive to enter that rest, so that no one may fall by the same sort of disobedience.” (Hebrews 4:10-11 ESV)

Now I have to tell you the instruction to “strive to enter God’s rest” has always seemed a little crazy-making to me. It feels like one of those damned if you do/damned if you don’t scenarios played out with frustrating bosses or elderly relatives who cannot be pleased.  Are not “strive” and “rest” words carrying opposite meanings? What do you mean by that, Lord? Do you want me to strive or rest? Pick one. It’s another thing that has made me sputter in frustration. But this week I think I may be able to understand this passage and its importance a little better.

I was down at the Falls. I watched autumn leaves float down from the tall trees overhanging the water. Some fell into the water and were carried by the churning stream around and around the eddies then picked up by the torrents and whisked over a series of small waterfalls until they disappeared over the cliff with the big waterfall. Some of the pretty coloured foliage fell on rocks and rested there. Being inanimate objects they didn’t have the option of throwing themselves into the drama and chaos of the river and then, when they were emotionally spent, crawling back out to a resting place. They were still or they were not.

We, on the other hand, need to concentrate — strive — to remain in a place where God is our total sufficiency. It’s so easy to slide off the rock and join in the words of complaint or dismal predictions. It takes effort to stay in a place of rest.

I’m afraid I still get sucked into not only my own drama, but the drama of people around me. I think I’m showing compassion, but maybe I am just riding the currents of fear, swept away with emotion.

It’s exhausting.

I asked some people who are father along on this journey than me what they do when they genuinely care, but want to remain in a place of rest where they can hear our heavenly Father’s heart for his children. Some said they just withdraw and refuse to respond to panic. Some said they explain that they do care, and they are praying, but they believe God is good so they don’t need to verbally rehearse how bad the situation looks. He knows. They want to hear how Jesus is interceding so they can join him, and for that they need to cease from offering their own solutions and reactions and seek the Lord.

As Graham Cooke said, “We need to learn to pray as brides and not as widows.” We are not alone or abandoned to our own devices to solve a problem. If we lack wisdom we can ask, simply because he loves us.

Rest is not passivity or fatalism. It’s connecting with God first, and trusting him. It’s realizing that we can quit relying on our own efforts to save ourselves or others, and let God be God. He has a plan, and it’s a good one.

First Sketch

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When humans should have become as perfect in voluntary obedience as the inanimate creation is in its lifeless obedience, then they will put on its glory, or rather that greater glory of which Nature is only the first sketch.

– C.S. Lewis

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Fly Fishing on the Elk River

 

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I love this place. This is one of my favourite spots in British Columbia. My dear friend and I drove past it yesterday on our way to Starbucks in Fernie for an October treat: a pumpkin spice latte. We stopped to take photos and noticed the fly-fishermen wading in the river down in the valley. I soaked in the abundance of beauty, a gracious gift from God, and my soul felt refreshed.

The autumn colours remind me that even in change there is beauty. There is abundant grace.

Thank you, Lord.

And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that always having all sufficiency in everything, you may have an abundance for every good deed.

(2 Corinthians 9:8 NASB)

Snap

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I delete a lot of photos. Because the camera lies.

I have deleted photos of people with eyes half closed, limbs twisted in odd configurations and facial expressions from disgust to lust, none of which reflect the personality of the subject. They were snapshots of moments in time, captured moments on the way to more meaningful moments.

I kept this photo in my collection because I find it visually interesting. Some photos are like poems and condense an expression of an entire day into a moment. Some photos suggest cause for judgment where there is no actual cause. It is a snapshot. That is all.

Yesterday I realized how easy it is to make a snap judgment based on one moment. Social media can set these snap judgments in concrete. Mob justice is a terrifying thing. Mobs don’t have the time to make an effort to see the larger context. They grab only what they want to project onto the snapshot from their own hearts. Angry, unloving people accusing others of being insensitive, power-seekers labelling others as the source of avarice, perpetual victims waving the flag of someone they presume to be an oppressed innocent, worshippers of personal peace and prosperity attacking those who would seem to be in competition for the avails of a life of careless ease…

Only God sees the heart. Only God understands the context of an entire life — and not just a person’s past, but their future as well. Judgment based on a snapshot without the wisdom and insight given by the Holy Spirit is highly inaccurate. It is easy to imprison people, especially public figures, in the restraints of one moment in time. (Can I admit a profound distrust in media lately?)

I am learning when I pray for someone to ask the Lord how he sees them first. It is invariably a better picture than my own.

This is a photo I snapped one day. I don’t know the people. I don’t even remember the context. I do not attach any agenda meaning to it. It’s a fraction of a second in time. There is more to these people’s lives than this.