Monday, December 29, 2014

The Aim of Your Arrow


I have a confession:  only because you are my nearest and dearest will I tell you - I am secretly a tween.  You know, those precious girls from ages 10 to 12? Uh...that's actually me.  I say this because for years I have loved all things that tweens love:  Disney Channels shows dating back to Lizzie McGuire (this was when I was in college, people).  The Jonas Brothers.  Twilight.  I have been known to watch One Direction videos while my family is asleep.

I am not ashamed.

I long for a daughter for many reasons, but one of them may very well be so I can attend a boy band concert someday.

Why this obsession with tweendom?

It's easy.  It's fun.  Basically, my brain doesn't have to work too hard to enjoy it. (Don't worry, I have age appropriate interests as well.  Want to discuss your favorite wife of Henry VIII or the merits of Common Core or the latest discoveries concerning the Colony at Roanoke?  I can do that, too.)

The books of tweendom are good, too.  John Green, the Divergent Series, and, my favorite, The Hunger Games.  

I read The Hunger Games years ago when they were first released.  As soon as I could get my hands on the latest in the series I would read it within 24 hours.  If you aren't familiar with the storyline, here's a brief synopsis:

Our heroine, Katniss, is struggling to survive in a post-apocolyptic world (is there any other kind of world in young adult fiction?) where a tyrannical and manipulative government rules and demoralizes by perpetuating poverty and terror among those living in its realms.  Katniss is fierce.  She provides for her family by sneaking onto government owned lands and poaching its wildlife.

Her weapon?  A bow and a quiver of arrows.  Her aim is true and her timing is precise.  Her arrows are silent and they pierce deeply, meeting her target and ensuring food and survival for her family.

Ahh...to be like Katniss.  To be sleek and stealthy (Is this a word?  Because it sounds like a dwarf.) and powerful.  And she rocked that side-braid years before Elsa did.

All kidding aside, however - let's look waaaaay past young adult fiction to the Grandest Book Ever Written.  A book written by human hands with divine knowledge, guidance, and inspiration.  The only one of its kind.  With that I'll ask you to take a look at Isaiah 49:1-4.

"Listen to me you islands;
hear this you distant nations:
Before I was born the LORD called me:  
from my birth he made mention of my name.
He made my mouth like a sharpened sword, 
in the shadow of his hand he hid me.  
He made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in his quiver.
He said to me, "You are my servant, Israel, in whom I will display 
my splendor."
But I said, "I have labored to no purpose:
I have spent my strength in vain and for nothing.
Yet what is due me is in the LORD'S hand, 
and my reward is with my God."

What is amazing about this passage is the One who is actually speaking it.  It's not Isaiah, it's not even God, the Father.  The speaker of this Old Testament passage is the Messiah - Christ Jesus Himself!

He calls for all the world to listen.  For His destiny has been named since the beginning of time.  His mouth is a sharpened sword.  No need for the Messiah to carry a manmade weapon, for just His words can cut and pierce and strike and protect.  (Are you Amen-ing?  Because I sure am.)

He is the polished arrow of His Heavenly Father.  He is the ultimate weapon against the ugliness of mankind.  And He was kept hidden until the perfect time - the time when Jesus started His earthly ministry.

Then when the time was ready and perfect, the Archer took Him out of His quiver to pierce deeply the darkest parts of man:  sin and death.

But we look to verse 4 and here is our Jesus admitting His discouragement.  Yet He believes that the strength of God will see Him through.  
                                                 
                               "But I said, "I have labored to no purpose:
I have spent my strength in vain and for nothing.
Yet what is due me is in the LORD'S hand, 
and my reward is with my God."

Today I believe that God would have us to be arrows in His quiver, too. Sharpened, polished, swift, and strong.  Able to pierce darkness.

So, what's the aim of your arrow?  What has God called you into this world to pierce?  For what has He asked you to go into battle?  

Because...it's something.

Sharp, shiny arrow: what is your target?

I'm not capable, you say!  I'm too weak, you say!  I don't know enough, you say!

But I say:  arrows do not hit targets - their Archer does.  

You don't have to be capable.  You don't have to be strong.  You don't have to know it all.

But you do have to trust the aim and the precision of the One who made you. The One who designed you for your battle.  He has crafted you into the exact size, length, and agility needed for your target.  

All you have to do is be willing to fly when He places you into His bow.  Be ready to pierce!  Using the only skill an arrow needs to have:  trust that your Archer's aim is true, that His purpose is necessary, and that your flight is valuable.

I'm here to tell you that your Archer takes great delight in you.  That you are perfectly designed to meet your target.  

We share an inheritance with Jesus.  Because we have loved Him and claimed Him.  Verse 4 says, "What is due me is in the LORD'S hand.  And my reward is with my God!"  This claim is for us, too!

Where will God send you into battle?  A sick child?  A marriage that is out of love?  A deceptive friend?  An unethical co-worker?  A mission to the other side of the world?  There is no battle on this earth that you will fight that is not meant for God's glory.  There is no war that you will walk into without being under the protection of our Great Commander, if you allow Him.  There is no loss you will face that will not be multiplied for good on earth and in heaven.  

You (Yes! You!) are a mighty weapon in God's arsenal.  Be willing to take flight!  Or your design will be wasted.  Be willing to take flight and see where the Archer will send you.

Father God, You are a Mighty Warrior.  We are blessed and highly favored to go to battle as Your arrows.  Help us to be willing to take flight.  Let us see the aim of our arrow in this New Year and trust in You to meet our mark.

Lord, may it be so.

Amen.



Monday, December 22, 2014

The Season That I'm In

I often say to friends going through difficult phases of life, "It's only for a season." 

This is my way of saying, "Hey, precious friend! The 2 am feedings won't last forever. It's only for a season!"

"I'm sorry your teenage son is acting like...a teenage boy. He'll grow out of it (*maybe*). It's only for a season!"

"I hate that your husband is having to work so much. But...it's only for a season!"

There are so many seasons a gal can go through: seasons of health and seasons of illness, seasons of joy and seasons of sadness, seasons of heart-soaring, make-your-friends-roll-their-eyes falling in love and seasons of friends-picking-up-the-pieces heartache. There are seasons of plenty and seasons of drought. There are too long winters and too short springs.

There are seasons when you can take a nap. And there are seasons where to sleep is simply a dream.

Now is the part where I share with you the season that I'm in. It's the season of complete and utter chaos. I have the great honor of being an elementary school teacher, a pastor's wife, and a Bible teacher, but it is my exceptional privilege to be the mother to a strong-willed, independent, creative, mud-puddle of a 5 year old boy. He is accompanied in all activities (good, bad, and down right ugly) by his shadow - my 2 year old son.

My beautifully restored and remodeled 1920s craftsman home is a sticky, couch-stained, giant playroomed, underwear in the living room mess. I wish it were clean. I wish it were magazine ready (ha!), but...it's not.

It's just not the season that I'm in.

So when my favorite Christmas carol tells me "All is calm! All is bright!" with such sincerity and purity - I have to chuckle. (As the cat nearly topples over the Christmas tree after drinking the tree's water.)

But then from my window - a picture perfect scene. My husband and the five year old mud puddle, outside playing in the yard: a call filled with laughter to his daddy, an embrace. And there it is-

Light in the chaos. Joy and laughter and crazy.

That's the season that I'm in.

And the season that we're all in now, Christmas, comes into focus with stark clarity. Just like the stars on a see-your-breath, lungs-cold kind of night. This world we live in is chaos - and not always the joyful kind. It contains the darkness of a fallen and sinful mankind. We who try so hard to put our hope in ourselves, but fall disastrously short.

We try to save ourselves. We always have. But we can never quite accomplish it.

But then! Through the din of chaos and darkness God sent his love letter to the world. The Word became flesh! And a great Light appeared!

John 1:1-5 (This is much easier to read if every time you hear "the Word" you think "Jesus.")
"1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

Isaiah 60:1-5 (This is a prophecy written 700 years before the birth of Jesus.)
"1 “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
2 See, darkness covers the earth
and thick darkness is over the peoples,
but the Lord rises upon you
and his glory appears over you.
3 Nations will come to your light,
and kings to the brightness of your dawn."

John 8:12
"Again Jesus spoke to them saying, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."

1 Peter 2:9
"...that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of the darkness and into his wonderful light."

My night may not be silent (There he is! The two year old shadow waking up from his nap...). My night may not always be calm, but Lord Jesus! Let it always be bright! Bright with your goodness and mercy and grace. With your compassion and humility and great love!  

Bright with the knowledge that "we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light, in him there is no darkness at all." (1 John 1:5)

In all my seasons, Lord, let me walk, live, breathe, and bask full-face in your light.

Lord, may it be so.

Amen.