Creation

 “In the beginning, God created…”

Most of us have had experiences in nature where we have felt a staggering sense of complexity and diversity, breathtaking beauty, and astonishing creativity, and added to all of that, the joy of discovery we have a Creator God.

I grew up living at 9,000 feet above sea level in the mountains of Colorado. I’ve always felt cradled in the very hands of God in the mountains. I remember meadows of wildflowers that had more colors than a Monet landscape.

A Meadow ast South Colony

Of spending summer nights in the crisp night air at that high altitude and gazing up at the skies with my brother, as we would camp out without a tent, and watch shooting stars streak across the obsidian sky leaving moments of light that looked like phosphorus strands of angel hair.

I have seen the sunsets on those mountains splash them with an alpine glow of pink that made them turn crimson right before our eyes and my father told us that it was that blood-red hue at sunrise and sunset that gave them their names by Spanish Conquistadors hundreds of years ago…Sangre De Cristo…Blood of Christ.

The lush forest in the Quinault valleys in the Pacific Northwest are some of the most spectacular examples of primeval temperate rain forests in the lower 48 states. Storms off the Pacific Ocean drop between 12 to 14 feet of rain every year. FEET!

Epiphytes, or plants growing on other plants. Mosses, spike mosses, ferns, and lichens festoon tree trunks and branches, giving the forest a “jungle-like” feel.

Large, old trees. The dominant species are Sitka spruce and western hemlock, but other conifers and several deciduous species grow as well. Many are 100s of years old and can reach 250 feet in height and 30 to 60 feet in circumference.

There are so many things in our world that if we pause to take the time, will not only take our breath away and move us but cause us to be reconnected with something inside us that is drawn to the God who created them.

I read about a Dad who took his eight-year-old son for his birthday at the Grand Canyon. Now driving to the Grand Canyon is very different than driving to the mountains, as you get closer, you see even more clearly what it is you are going to visit. When you drive to the Grand Canyon, you don’t see anything until you get there.

 A person is dwarfed by the enormity of the Grand Canyon in Arizona

A person is dwarfed by the enormity of the Grand Canyon in Arizona

They arrived in the parking lot on one of the rims right before sunrise. The Dad said to his eight-year-old son, “Do you trust me?” The eight-year-old kid said, “Of course, I trust you, dad.” So he held his son’s hand, and he walked him right up to the edge of the rim.  He told his son to stay there and keep his eyes closed until he told him. Then he waited until the sun came up. Right at that moment when the streaks of light came across the top of the Canyon, he said to his son, “Open your eyes.”

He said for the next 30 seconds, his son shook his head from side to side. His mouth just hung open. Then he looked up at his father with tears in his eyes, and he repeated over and over again, “I had no idea. I had no idea.”

When has following God evoked in you that sense of “I had no idea”?

“God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands…. so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us.  Acts 17:24,27

There’s something about creation that reminds us not only of the greatness and the creativity of God, but it reminds us that He is near…this God who made the world.

Even David Hume, who was considered the father of modern skeptics, wrote that the whole frame of nature bespeaks an intelligent Author.

I think we make a mistake in looking at the story of Genesis and trying to answer the HOW question of creation instead of the WHY question of creation.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.  Genesis 1:1

That ten-word sentence changed the world.  And it tells me that, while infinitely distant from my Creator-God in degree, I am not as far away in kind.  For I have been created in His image and this creation is the parchment upon which He is writing a story of grace, redemption, and restoration.

He loves me, and this wild world is telling me that at every turn.

C.S. Lewis talks about when we enjoy the wonder of creation. All of that enjoyment spontaneously should overflow into gratitude or praise. That gratitude and praise are almost like our inner spiritual health being made audible. It doesn’t just merely express our gratitude; it actually completes the enjoyment of it.

I hope many times this week you have that experience and get reminded of the name of God as Creator.

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On Seeing God

Persons rarely become present where they are not heartily wanted. ~Dallas Willard

Do you remember the time when Moses was tending sheep in the wilderness of Sinai and saw a flickering fire off in the distance? Moses said, “What’s going on here? I can’t believe this! Amazing! Why doesn’t the bush burn up?”

God saw that he had stopped to look and called to him from out of the bush, “Moses! Moses!”

Moses said, “Yes? I’m right here!”

God said, “Don’t come any closer. Remove your sandals from your feet. You’re standing on holy ground.”

There are times in our walk with God in which we are confronted with the transcendent presence of the holy and we are undone; words seem trivial, actions seem futile.  There is nothing to do but be quiet, be still. I fear we have begun to think of God as such a “buddy” and companion that we have lost the grandeur of His majesty.  We have made God into such a democrat that we expect Him to be at our beck and call like some cosmic houseboy. I am aware of the fact that Jesus is our friend, brother, and boon companion, but may I also say that He is God, very God.  There is an otherness about Him beyond our knowing.  There is an over-and-aboveness about Him that exceeds our grasp. The only appropriate response to His presence is one of quiet humility.

TheBurningBushWhen God spoke to Job asking if he was around when the worlds were spoken into existence, Job could do nothing but put his hand over his mouth. When confronted with the presence of God in the Temple, Isaiah could only say, “I am undone.” When Peter went fishing with Jesus, he did not say, “Fish on!” He said, “Go away from me, Lord, for I am a sinful man.” When Moses approached the fiery manifestation of God, he removed his shoes and later, he hid in the cleft of the rock as the backside of God passed by. A woman anointed Jesus’s feet with her tears and wiped them with her flowing hair. A man approached Jesus and fell at His feet making his requests known to the Lord. Paul saw the resurrected Jesus on the road to Damascus and fell to the ground. There are places and spaces of holiness in this fallen world that demand an unusual posture from those who would follow Jesus.

What do you see?  What do you hear? Annie Dillard in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, says,

I used to be able to see flying insects in the air. I’d look ahead and see, not the row of hemlocks across the road, but the air in front of it. My eyes would focus along that column of air, picking out flying insects. But I lost interest, I guess, for I dropped the habit. Now I can see birds.

Blaise Pascal worried that the biggest threat to the spiritual life for folks in his day was their relentless ability to distract themselves from thinking about God.

I was speaking with someone and said I wanted to live a life so compelling that my friends would want to walk closer with God.  He stared at me.  I could see that he was thinking about something, but I couldn’t tell if the thoughts swirling in his head had anything to do with my statement. He looked down and his chin began to quiver. He stood up and walked a few feet and began to cry. At first just a few tears came, then a few more.  No sound; then heavy sighs and inaudible moans, and soon with a full-on lament worthy of Jeremiah.  I have witnessed a man weep like that about three times in my life; one of those was me. This went on for about five minutes—wailing. Instantly my pastor’s heart was aroused to offer some comfort, but I couldn’t tell if I wanted to comfort him so that he would feel better or that I would feel better.  Is there anything more awkward than seeing a full grown man weep?

I opened my mouth wanting to say:  What’s going on inside you?  What are you feeling?  Do you want to talk about the pain?  How can I help you?  Do you want to pray? I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. “Shut up,” God said.

So, in spite of my natural tendencies to insert my truncated wisdom where it is not invited, I kept my mouth shut. In time, he wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his brown shirt, blew his nose, cleared his throat, and apologized to me for his emotions. I said nothing. To this day I have no idea what was going on in that moment.  What I do know is that I was to give him space—sacred space—to let that moment happen between him and God.

What do you see?  What do you hear? I’m calling you to join me in refusing to be distracted by the white noise of this culture. We must slow down. We can’t hear His voice if we are constantly checking social media, watching UN-reality TV, or playing video games.  In order to see and hear, we have to be willing to say no to the siren song of cultural distractions and intend to pay attention.

You never know when you will find yourself on holy ground.

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A Good and Beautiful God

All the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD. ~ King David

Once there was a lovely autistic boy named Joseph who attended our church and after a song was sung or a prayer offered in worship he would say in a loud voice, “That’s beautiful!” Whether it actually was or not, Joseph was unashamed to say he thought something in worship was beautiful.

“That’s beautiful” he’d say.

David was staggered by the beauty of God.  But our culture has some strange ideas of beauty.

It was God who made me so beautiful. If I weren’t, then I’d be a teacher. ~ Linda Evangelista (supermodel)

Feminism was established so as to allow unattractive women easier access to the mainstream of society.~ Rush Limbaugh

I find those quotes about as ugly as they get when it comes to the subject of beauty. David’s is much better and better for us.  There was a time when Jesus was the most beautiful person in the universe, but that changed at the incarnation. Why or what stripped the second member of the Godhead of his beauty?

I did—and you, too. Our sin disfigured a beautiful God.

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,

nothing in his appearance that we should desire him….

Like one from whom people hide their faces

he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.  Is. 53:2,3

The prophet is telling us that there is coming One who would not be a great author, or a great leader, or a great general, or a great statesman.  He was the fairest of ten thousand—His beauty was resplendent and unmatched in the entire Universe, but he gave all of that up; He laid his beauty aside and took on the ugliness of human flesh.

A hundred times more hideous than a man ceasing to be a man and taking on the flesh of slug.  And not just a slug, a disfigured, deformed and ugly slug by the standards of attractive slugs. Why was it necessary for Jesus to become ugly?

In the Garden of Eden the scriptures say,

God planted a garden in Eden …God made all kinds of trees grow from the ground, trees beautiful to look at and good to eat.   Genesis 2:8-9 (MSG)

And enjoying that Garden paradise were the first two humans named Adam and Eve and the Bible says they were naked and without shame; which is another way of saying they were beautiful.  They lived in this paradise surrounded by the glory and beauty of God and what He had made.

But when they turned from God and decided to be the master, savior, and lord of their own lives they were expelled from the beauty and the glory and the garden of God.  It’s called “The Fall.”  And from that moment on all of our lives took on a temporary existence.

As for man, his days are like grass…  Psalms 103:15

We are beautiful for a brief time then it’s gone.  As babies and in our youth we are handsome and beautiful and then our beauty begins to fade.  Decay has set in.  Even the mountains are eroding.  Why is that?

Because our sin infected all of creation with temporal decay.  It is all winding down.  We are subject to this decay.  We were created for beauty and life eternal but we forfeited that when we decided we knew better than God and took action to prove it. And I don’t know if you have looked into the mirror lately, but we are losing the battle with sin and decay.

But when Jesus went to the cross and took our curse on Himself; when He who was eternally beautiful became disfigured, deformed, marred, and took on decay for us—our pre-fall beauty became a possibility once again.

If we would put our twenty-four-seven trust in Him, live for Him, obey Him—then every beautiful thing He has ever done would be transferred to us.  His pre-incarnate beauty will be our beauty and our decay and disfigurement would become His.

That’s beautiful.

And when that occurs, the God of the garden will look at us and see the beauty of His Son wrapped around our sagging shoulders.  He will see us as ravishingly beautiful.  We are so lovely that God will behold the beauty of His Son when he gazes upon us.

How does that feel to you as I describe it?  Does it move you? Of course you can catch a glimpse of the beauty of God in creation, but mainly you see the beauty of God in redemption.

When you and I “get” this it will bring a deep sense of rest to our souls and we won’t have to prove ourselves anymore.

When our bodies sag and falter,

When our deeds go unnoticed,

When our voices break and we can’t hit the high notes anymore,

When our backs grow weak,

When sin left us unrecognizable to our own families,

When our hands shake,

We can take a deep breath and rest in the firm truth that because Jesus got ugly for us on the cross we are the fairest among ten thousand—to God.

As the old hymn says,cross-on-mount-rastkogel-austria-304415

Lay your deadly “doing” down, down at Jesus’ feet;

Stand in him, in him alone, gloriously complete.

That’s beautiful, right Joseph?

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Broken In All The Right Places

The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are strong at the broke places. ~ Ernest Hemingway

He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds.  Psalm 147:3

I have so many chips and cracks in my soul it is amazing that the Lord has any use for me at all. On more than one occasion I feel as if I am the smartest person in the room. I imagine that I am the best speaker or teacher at a conference. I avoid telling the truth to some folks because I want them to like me. I tell the unvarnished and brutal truth to others because I don’t want them to like me. There is something broken inside of me.

A person I have invested hours and hours of my life into by listening and loving betrays my trust and walks away from relationship. Another person tells others as they leave my church that I am a fake.

I am a broken person.

A friend is successful in his career and I feel something toxic lodge in my stomach. I want what he has. There is something broken inside of me. I get my feelings hurt when I am undervalued and overlooked. My eye glints and my head turns after forbidden things. There is something broken inside of me.

Was there anyone more broken that Simon Peter? You and I may have done a lot of dumb things, but we did not promise to fight to the death for Jesus one day and curse and deny we even knew him the next—three times, no less! And yet Jesus comes to him on the quiet shores of Galilee and says,

“Simon, do you love Me?”

What Jesus says is remarkable.  What he doesn’t say is even more remarkable.

He doesn’t say: “Some friend you turned out to be…I’m really disappointed in you…You let me down…You’re all talk…Coward…Boy, was I ever wrong about you…And you call yourself a disciple?”

Instead, he asks simply, “Do you love me?”

He asks three times, once for each denial.  Not to rub it in, but to give Peter an opportunity to openly confess his love.  Something Peter desperately needs to verbalize.  By the third time Jesus asks him, Peter connects the dots, and a flame leaps from that smoldering memory.  And it burns.

But Jesus is not there to inflict pain; he is there to relieve it.  Jesus had seen his bitter tears when the rooster crowed.  That was all he needed to see.  That was repentance enough.  Peter looks up, longing for the faintest glimmer of forgiveness.  And by the smile in His eyes and the tone of His voice Peter knows…all is forgiven.

“Jesus said to him, “Feed My sheep.”

This was Jesus way of saying, “I still believe in you…I think you’re the right man for the job.” Feed my sheep.  With those words the mending of brokenness had begun. A wounded heart was restored.

Let me ask you a question from the lips of our Lord to your heart…

Do you love Jesus?

Receive the restoration of the Lord.

The ministry of restoration has been around a long time.

Without restoration, Moses would have been a shepherd the rest of his life. Without restoration, Elijah would still be pouting under a broom tree. David would never have written some of his best Psalms. Jonah would have been fish poop on the bottom of the Sea. Without restoration, John Mark would have never written one of our Gospels. And Peter would have finished his days fishing—for fish.

The ministry of restoration is why we are still here in this earth.

 Where are you broken?

In his book “Lord, Break Me”, William MacDonald points out that in the physical world, broken things lose their value. They are thrown away – glassware, dishes, and furniture. Flaws are fatal. But in the upside down kingdom of Jesus, the reverse is true. Broken things are precious. People reveal the beauty and power of God in their brokenness. Flaws are openings.

kintsugiHave you heard of KINTSUGI? It’s a ceramic restoration process developed in Japan in the 1500’s. Broken ceramic pieces are sealed together, but instead of hiding the cracks, they are boldly highlighted and traced over with gold.

There is something broken inside of me. But it is at that broke place that I feel the gentle touch of the Master’s hand as he molds me and makes me into a vessel of value to Him, if no one else.

Whenever the pot the potter was working on turned out badly, as sometimes happens when you are working with clay, the potter would simply start over and use the same clay to make another pot.  Jeremiah 18:3-4 (MSG)

I’m broken alright, broken in all the right places. Because those cracks in my soul are openings to let grace escape.

Need some? Get close to a broken, but restored person.

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Is God Good?

In a church I belonged to years ago the person who opened the service always opened with these words:

God is good ALL THE TIME; All the time GOD IS GOOD.

Do you know deep down, rock-solid, for dead sure, that the God you worship, the God you follow, the God you serve, is a good God?

Winter TreeTheologians throughout the centuries have talked about the intrinsic goodness of God, which means in everyday language that all the good that God does in this world and all the good he does in your life or in my life flows out of this basic character and nature.

In the ancient Jewish song book we find several clips of verses that helps us know that God is intrinsically good….

Oh, how great is Your goodness, which You have laid up for those who fear You…”  Psalms 31:19

When I thought about that, I imagined a barn that’s filled with hay bales from the floor all the way to the rafters. When the rancher goes by it every day, he knows he’s not running out of hay soon.

Did you hear about the two boys playing and the older brother said to the younger, “Close your eyes and open your mouth and tell me what this tastes like.”  The little brother did so and guessed, “Is it peanut butter?” The older brother said, “No.”  “Is it mayonnaise?”  No.  “Is it peaches?”  No.  Then the older brother said, “I’ll give you a hint…it isn’t anything you eat.”

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good…  Psalm 34:8

I was having a conversation with a new friend recently and they said,

“I’ve done a lot of dumb things.”

“Today?” I asked.

“Too many days. Sorry I don’t mean to sound vague and weird.”

“Excuse me for preaching, but what one has done is not nearly as important as what one is doing. God’s name is I Am—not I Was, or I Will Be.”

“I’ve never heard that said before, ever. ‘What one has done is not nearly as important as what one is doing.’ I often fail miserably in my trying. God has a lot of work to do. Glad he’s so good and that He is holding my hand,” they said.

…I will wait on Your name, for it is good.  Psalm 52:9

Every time your name comes to my mind, David says, I just smile. I think of your name and I think good.

Lynette and I have four grandchildren. All I have to do is call the youngest one’s name and my wife will smile.  You know you are resting in the truth of the goodness of an intrinsically good God when at the very mention of the name of Jesus brings a smile to your face.

For the Lord is good and his love endures forever… Psalm 100:5

God’s goodness doesn’t have a short shelf life.

And then at one point, David just throws up his hands and he cries out…

What can I render to the Lord for all of his goodness to me?  Psalm 116:12

Have you ever been in that situation where God has provided? He’s answered a prayer. He’s restored you. He’s forgiven you. Where God’s goodness is so overwhelming and you say, “That’s it. How can God be so good? How can I respond to a God who’s been that good to me?”

Twenty-year-old Lygon Stevens, an experienced mountaineer, had reached the summits of Mt. McKinley, Mt. Rainier, four Andean peaks in Ecuador, and 39 of Colorado’s highest mountains. “I climb because I love the mountains,” she said, “and I meet God there.” In January 2008, Lygon died in an avalanche while climbing Little Bear Peak in southern Colorado with her brother Nicklis, who survived.

When her parents discovered her journals, they were deeply moved by the intimacy of her walk with Christ. “Always a shining light for Him,” her mother said, “Lygon experienced a depth and honesty in her relationship with the Lord, which even seasoned veterans of faith long to have.”

In Lygon’s final journal entry, written from her tent 3 days before the avalanche, she said: “God is good, and He has a plan for our lives that is greater and more blessed than the lives we pick out for ourselves, and I am so thankful about that. Thank You, Lord, for bringing me this far and to this place. I leave the rest—my future—in those same hands and say thank You.”

When do you know the fullness of the goodness of God? On the other side, when you see it unabated and untainted by the evil that exists in this world. The New Heaven is the ultimate expression of our intrinsically good God. And that’s what is awaiting those of us who have trusted Christ.

The more we know the goodness of God, the longer we walk with a good God, the more we trust a good God, the more we open up our lives to his good work in our lives, then we will be good and it will be more natural for us to do good. The goodness of a good God has a way of penetrating to our souls and bringing out the better angels of our nature.

And as you walk increasingly with a good God, you’ll grow a big heart and you’ll find yourself being good and doing good naturally, reflexively—like breathing.

When that happens, you bring a heart of goodness into every environment and arena in your life.

So I say to you just now…

God is good.

What say you?

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How Big is Your God?

"...I am continually with you; you hold my right hand." Ps. 73:23

“…I am continually with you; you hold my right hand.” Ps. 73:23

Parents often ask their young children a very important question.  Grandparents ask it too.  “How big are you?  Soooo big!”

I’m deeply convinced that the way we live is a consequence of the size of our God and the problem that most of us have is our God is too small. We are not convinced that we are absolutely safe in the hands of a fully competent, all knowing, ever present, utterly loving God who is so big.

If I wake up in the morning and I go through the day with a shrunken God, there are consequences. I will live in a constant state of fear and anxiety because everything depends on me and my mood will be governed by whatever circumstances hit me that day.

When I have a need, if I live with a shrunken God, I will find it unnatural to pray because I’m not really sure, to be honest, that God makes a difference and that prayer matters.

If I live with a shrunken God, when I need to give somebody a strong word of confrontation or challenge, I will pull my punches because if I don’t live in the security of a big God’s acceptance, then I become a slave to whatever other people think of me.

If I face temptation to speak deceitful words to avoid trouble, I’ll do it. Or if I can get credit for something at work that doesn’t really belong to me, if I don’t trust there’s a God who sees in secret and then rewards one day, I’ll do it.

Somebody gets mad at me or disapproves of me and I get all twisted up in knots because I won’t have the security of knowing that if a giant God loves me, cares for me as a Father, then what difference does it make how people think I am doing?

When human beings shrink God, they offer prayer without faith, worship without awe, serve without joy, suffer without hope, and the result is a life of stagnation and fear, a loss of vision, an inability to persevere and see it through.

And it’s against this backdrop the writers of Scripture never tire of telling us, “You do not live with a little tribal God.”

Whatever you need, God is bigger. Whatever your weakness, God is stronger.

Yours, O Lord, is the greatness,

The power and the glory,

The victory and the majesty;

For all that is in heaven and in earth is Yours;

Yours is the kingdom, O Lord,

And You are exalted as head over all.  1 Chronicles 29:11 (NKJV)

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Easter Sermon

After the sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. And suddenly there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord, descending from heaven, came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothing white as snow. For fear of him the guards shook and became like dead men. But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid; I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for he has been raised, as he said. Come, see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples, ‘He has been raised from the dead, and indeed he is going ahead of you to Galilee; there you will see him.’ This is my message for you.” So they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples.Suddenly Jesus met them and said, “Greetings!” And they came to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him. Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.” Matthew 28:1-10 (NRVS)

Various kinds of genres of artwork and even the artist themselves more often than not have certain tell-tale clues or earmarks that tip us off to specific details about the piece of art. Like the time period or the identity and character of their creator and other details.

Two bars of a piece of jazz music and I can tell you if that is Miles Davis or Chet Baker playing the horn. You can tell by reading a paragraph if you are reading William Faulkner, with his run-on sentences and sparse punctuation, or Earnest Hemingway with his short, staccato sentences and descriptive prose.

If you are watching a movie and a beautiful blond woman who is with some friends in a cabin in the woods hears a suspicious noise coming from the barn and says, “I’m going to go see what that noise is. I’ll be right back.” You know she is not going to be right back. She is never coming back. You are watching a formulaic American horror movie.

At this moment in the story of the Scriptures, something similar is occurring. Matthew, who is no less of an artist, wants to clue us in on the fact that this happened on the first day of the week. On the same day on which creation began back in Genesis one, there are earthquakes, angels dressed in lightning, and beaming with good news. Matthew is tipping his hand to the fact that this moment of resurrection is THE ultimate moment in God’s story to heal, reclaim, and restore a broken people and a broken creation.

Matthew doesn’t want us to miss that on this day,

Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the word.

Matthew doesn’t want us to miss that this moment is THE moment—that the morning of the very first Easter in the morning that would change us and everything forever.

If you read popular culture’s commentary about this holy day you will quickly learn that they don’t hold to the same view about the significance of this day as Matthew did.

We gather today and celebrate this holiest of holy days because something happened 2,000 years ago that was more significant than brunch specials at the local restaurants, mattress sales, or Easter Egg hunts. Easter is not about vague niceties or moral platitudes.

The announcement of Easter is the good news that something has happened, out in the open in history that has changed everything forever. Easter changes everything.

So, I want to invite you for a few moments, to take up the angelic invitation with me and come into this tomb and see what we find there and to go out changed by resurrection. To come in and to go out.

Come In

Let’s go into the tomb with Mary and Mary. They are making their way in the predawn dark to Jesus’ tomb, hoping that the dark will give them the opportunity to morn with a little peace and privacy. But when they get there they are startled by an angel dressed in lightning and trumpeting good news. An angel rolls back the stone as these terrified women stand among the corpse-like bodies of Roman soldiers who have been frightened into a death-like stupor and hear one of the angels say:

Empty Tomb“There is nothing to fear here. I know you’re looking for Jesus…He is not here. This is a tomb and tombs are for dead people. He was raised, just as he said. Come and look at the place where he was laid.”

So, they enter the tomb and are surprised by the resurrection.

When Christians talk about Jesus coming back to life we are not talking about the memory of Christ living on in the minds of his followers. We don’t mean His teachings are living on to the present. When we say He is risen, we mean that the joints that had begun to become stiff from rigor mortis, the eyes that glazed over, the cells that had begun to disintegrate, somehow began to pulse and thrive again. We mean that Jesus went through death like we might pass through a gauzy curtain and came out on the other side into victory.

One of the earliest creeds of the Christian church put it crudely by saying, “His corpse stood up.”

When we talk about the resurrection we mean that in a show of power not seen since the dawn of the cosmos, the Living God burst Jesus from the tomb. Undoing our death, curing our sin-sickness, and beginning God’s work of healing a ravaged creation forever.

That’s what the angel means when he tells these two terrified friends of Jesus, “He’s not here. He is risen.”

I know that the thinking person must wonder about this claim. I mean come on, really. I’ve seen lots of dead things and I know a dead body begins to decay very quickly. I know this is a hard idea to accept. If not you, many of your family and friends really struggle with the idea that a man three days dead “stood up.”

You may like the festivities that surround Easter, the flowers, the nicely dressed church folks, and the brunch specials, but you just can’t buy the whole resurrection business.

If that is you, I would encourage you to veer away from the chronological snobbery that would listen to this story and think “now that we live in the 21st century we know that we can’t believe in this kind of thing. These two Marys didn’t have an opportunity to take human anatomy courses and advance biology seminars.”

But you know what? They were familiar with death. They’d seen it before. In fact, they may have had much more first-hand experience with death than any of us. Infant mortality was higher than it is now. There are professional people to come and deal with the dead in our day. Back in those days if someone died in your family or in your neighborhood—you touched it, cared for it, and prepared it for burial. Just like these women. They knew about death.

These women knew what we know, that the death rate hovers right around 100%.

And yet these two women, who would be the last two women on earth to expect it, were just as surprised as the entire world has been for over two thousand years—with the news of the resurrection.

Lee Strobel was a legal and crime editor for the Chicago Tribune for a long time and an avowed atheist. He wrote about his own spiritual journey as he wrestled with whether or not he could really believe that Jesus was raised from the dead. He wrote the story of his own journey in The Wall Street Journal a few years ago,

It was the worst news I could get as an atheist: my agnostic wife had decided to become a Christian. Two words shot through my mind. The first was an expletive; the second was “divorce.”…For nearly two years, I explored the minutia of the historical data on whether Easter was myth or reality. I didn’t merely accept the New Testament at face value; I was determined only to consider facts that were well-supported historically. As my investigation unfolded, my atheism began to buckle…One by one, my objections evaporated. I read books by skeptics, but their counter-arguments crumbled under the weight of the historical data…In the end, after I had thoroughly investigated the matter, I reached an unexpected conclusion: it would actually take more faith to maintain my atheism than to become a follower of Jesus.

— Lee Strobel, from “How Easter Killed My Faith In Atheism,” in The Wall Street Journal, Apr. 16, 2011

How on earth could he say that? Here’s why: From a historical perspective the resurrection of Jesus is by far and away the best explanation for the events of the first Easter morning and the explosion of the Christian movement after it.

Even people who are not followers of Jesus easily poke holes in all of the other explanations that people venture for what could have happened that first Easter morning. Like maybe Jesus didn’t really die, or maybe all of Jesus’ disciples had some sort of spiritual experience that they talked about so much it became embedded in their collective narrative and felt as real as a fact, or maybe it was a hoax concocted by Jesus followers to validate their movement.

Historians of various stripes and kinds have noted that Jesus was killed by killing experts. And psychologists have done enough research to be able to say that hundreds and hundreds of people don’t have the same hallucinatory experience at the same place and at the same time and talk about it in exactly the same ways. And we know historically that many of Jesus’ first followers died for their witness to His resurrection. Lots of people have died for things that are a lie throughout human history, but nobody dies for things they KNOW are a lie.

Even if you choose to disbelieve the story of Jesus’ resurrection you have to find another way to explain the explosion of the Christian movement across the world. A movement that has grown faster and farther than any other faith movement.

I love how one thinker puts it,

Never in so short a time has any other religious faith, or for that matter, any other set of ideas religious, political, or otherwise, without the aid of physical force achieved so commanding a position in such a short time in such an important society. The more one examines the factors that seem to account for the extraordinary victory of Christianity, the more one is driven to search for a cause underlying them all, it is clear that at the very beginning of Christianity there must have occurred a vast release of energy virtually unparalleled in history without which the future course of the religion is utterly inexplicable. ~ Wayne Meeks (Professor Emeritus in Religious Studies, Yale University)

Like a corpse standing up, something like a resurrection.

So, the invitation is still being offered to come into the tomb of Jesus with your anxiety, your cynicism, your questions, and your doubts and be surprised by resurrection.

These two women are invited in to see the empty tomb, but then they are propelled back out. I want us to do the same.

Go Out

Now, I think these two women running bewildered in the pre-dawn dark of the first Easter actually guides us in figuring out what Easter does to human life. How it transforms us. They do two things that I want us to attend to for a moment:

  1. They Take Hold of Jesus

 So they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples.9 Suddenly Jesus met them and said, “Greetings!” And they came to him, took hold of his feet, and worshiped him.   vs.8-9

These two women, brim-full of fright and delight, as they sprint from the midnight of the cave to an unexpected morning, somehow and someway—Jesus is there and they hear a familiar voice—“Greetings!” Or “Rejoice!” And as they turn and see Jesus, they come undone.  They fall at His feet and cling to Him and worship Him.

This is what the good news of God coming among us in Jesus and of Him living for us and dying for us and being raised from the dead for us does to us. Mourning has broken!

This is the good news that when we hear it and it finds its way down into our hearts—down where the knobs are—we take hold of it for dear life.

Easter is the story of God sneaking up on us in our darkness, addictions, confusion, and death—and greeting us. Embracing us. Healing us. And that is good enough news to hold onto for dear life.

I invite you to take your cue from these two women and take hold of Jesus. Perhaps that will happen for the first time for you this morning. Or perhaps some of you have come to church for the first time in, I don’t know, a year—but something is stirring in your soul and you need to grab onto Jesus again and cling to Him for dear life.

The good news of Jesus is worth centering your entire life around. So, take hold of Jesus and hang on for dear life.

  1. They Tell the Story of Jesus

The resurrection transforms them from mourners into preachers.

Then Jesus said to them, “Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.”  vs. 10

Galilee was Jesus’ home base. It is where He carried out most of His ministry. Where He called disciples and defeated evil; healed sick people and announced the staggering news of God’s grace for broken people.

It was where He told haunting stories about all the wrong people being acceptable to God. Galilee was where Jesus preached over and over again that the Kingdom of God was at hand—that Up there was finally coming Down Here.

Mourning has broken!

The point of Jesus telling them to go back to Galilee is that Easter isn’t the end of the story, it is only the beginning. See, Jesus’ being raised from the dead is not that someday God will beam us up Star Trek-style from this terribly broken world before He melts it down or blows it up.

Easter is the good news that God loves this material world. And that He loves this world He created so dearly that He has come into it as a material man with real skin, bones, hair, and sinew—to heal it and make it new.

Easter is God’s future bursting into our unsuspecting present. 

The promise of Easter is that what God did in the physical body of Jesus on the first Easter morning, He will one day do for you and me —Mount Princeton, the Arkansas River, Denver, and the Pacific Ocean.

One day you and I and the cosmos will get a resurrection. 

And followers of Jesus are people who live, work, and serve with that hope here and now. We know that the way in which we extend grace to people when we give compassion, all of the time we spend serving and healing people who are sick and visiting those incarcerated in prison and pursuing justice and celebrating beauty in this world—all of this matters and lasts because of Easter. God intends to make this world new.

As followers of Jesus, we are invited to live in such a way that announces that great hope here and now. Easter is good news for this present world.

That’s why this church serves 100 rafting guides a free meal in the summertime. That is why this summer we have a mission group coming to join us and do community service projects here in BV. That is why we take clothes down to Victor Lira in Alamosa to hand out to the poor and homeless of the San Luis Valley. That’s why we cut and split firewood for the community. That’s why we are joining up with another church to bless our community with clean-up projects here in our town.

Because we believe that God loves THIS world and intends to restore it and make it new. We intend to be a part of that in some small way.

Even unbelievers ought to hope that Christianity is true and that those who call Jesus Lord live out His teachings because in so doing this world will be a better place to live—here and now. And, honestly, to the degree that so-called Christians are not getting their hands dirty in the day-by-day restoring of this planet and the people who live here, they are NOT living out the faith demonstrated at Easter.

This life is not a rut that ends in a grave. We are working on fulfilling the Lord’s Prayer, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is being done in Heaven.

That is a big story. Morning has broken!

Our sense that beauty, justice, and relationships matter is not an accident. The faith that we cling to at Easter is that God intends that these things will be transfigured, healed, and restored through the resurrection. So, even unbelievers ought to hope that Easter is true and that those who follow Jesus would finally live out their faith. The world would be a better place if we did.

Easter changes everything.

A few years ago an attorney began to come to our church named Adam. He and I began to meet every Saturday morning at a local Starbucks to talk about life and faith. He was single at the time and a public defender in Mount Vernon, Washington. As a public defender, he had seen humanity at its worse. And because of his analytical and critical mind, he was very skeptical about life outside of this tangible world.  But, curiosity and an inner wonder drew him to explore faith.

As we walked through the scriptures and began to read books and discuss them together his keen intellect would ask the most provocative questions. I answered the best I could. And over time he grew softer and softer towards the faith.

One Saturday morning Adam, with fists clenched and voice rising in volume said, “Okay, I believe that Jesus is exactly who He says He is. He is the Son of God. But pastor, I have a problem!”

What is that, Adam?

“If He really did rise from the dead—it changes everything. I can’t continue to live the way I’m living.”

“Exactly,” I said.

“Now what am I going to do?”

“Cling to Him for dear life, Adam,” I said.

So, brothers and sisters hear the good news that changes everything: Morning has broken, like the first morning. Christ is no longer in the tomb but has risen.

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The Wounds

For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him. 1 Cor. 5:21

“…You were bought at a price.” I Cor. 6:20

One day a little girl was combing her mother’s hair leaned over and said,” Momma, you know I love you, don’t you?”

The mother said, “Yes, I know.”

“Momma, I love to comb your hair with these little strands of gray but so full and so beautiful. I love to comb your hair. Mother, I just love your voice. Your voice is so sweet. I love to hear you sing. As far back as I can remember your lullabies would gently put me to sleep. I love your voice.

“Momma, I just love lookin’ at your eyes as they sparkle and the dance with delight. I just love lookin’ into your eyes. They mean so much to me.

“But, Momma, why…tell me why…why did you let your hands get so scarred and so rough. Why didn’t you get you some lotion or some cream? Why didn’t you take better care of your hands?

There was a long moment of silence.

The mother reached around and caught her little daughter’s hands and pulled her around, picked her up and set her on her lap and said, “Mary, I’ve got something to tell you; maybe I should have told you this before now.”

“What is it, Momma?” Mary asked.

“Mary, there was mother who had prayed to God to give her a baby girl. And the Lord answered her prayers and gave her this baby girl. And she got so much joy in doing for this baby girl. She loved the sewing and the knitting and making clothes for this baby girl.

“One day while this mother was ironing remembered that she needed something from the drug store and she looked there and the little baby girl in the crib sleeping. The mother thought I’ll ease off to the drug store and get these articles and get back before her nap is over.

“And, Mary, this mother went to the drug store and on her way back, fire trucks passed her but she didn’t think nothing of it until she got to the corner. When she got to the corner and looked, the fire trucks were parked in front of her apartment; and the ladders were up to the third-floor window where she lived.

“All of a sudden, Mary, she remembered that when she was ironing and had decided to go to the drug store she had left the iron on the board. And it was her apartment that was on fire and that her little girl was in there!

“She began to run and the firemen would pull at her to try to stop her and the policeman reached for her to try to stop her and she pulled out of her coat and ran up the stairs and opened the door to her apartment and Mary as she moved across the floor she looked and flames of fire were reaching out to embrace her little girl so she raced over to the crib grabbed her little girl and pulled her to her bosom just as the flames of fire were reaching for the little girl they burned the mother’s hands.

“Mary, I want you to know that little girl was you.”

Tears began to roll down Mary’s cheeks. She began to weep and wash those hands with her tears. She began to kiss them and said, “Oh, Momma. Oh, Momma. Oh, Momma how I love your hands! Because your hands saved me!”

I’m reminded about what the prophet Isaiah said hundreds of years before Jesus was born in Bethlehem,

easter scene with crown of thorns, hammer and nails with blood on sand

“. . .He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5

I don’t know about you, but I love Him. I worship Jesus because he took my punishment and because He purchased my salvation with his broken body and shed blood.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. ~ Jesus

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The Lord Reigns In Zion

‘Behold, your King is coming to you,
Lowly, and sitting on a donkey,
A colt, the foal of a donkey.’”   Matthew 21:5

On July 22, 2013, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, Prince William and his wife Kate, had a baby boy–George–and it seemed like everywhere you went people were talking about it.

Why is it that even in the United States with our proud independence from the royal rule, we continue to be fascinated by royalty? Derek Rishmaway has written a fascinating blog post on “How the Royal Baby Fever points us to a Royal longing.” Allow me to quote from that article because I think what he says is pretty insightful,

We love the idea of a true king who will come, take things firmly in hand, reign with righteousness, and bring the shalom of a kingdom at peace. This is why everything in us clapped for joy when we read Aragorn finally crowned king in The Lord of the Rings.  It’s also why some of us found ourselves uncomfortably agreeing with Loki in The Avengers film as he lectured the masses on their innate desire to be ruled: “You were made to be ruled …In the end, you will always kneel.” There was something true about it, and yet that truth felt like a dangerous lie coming from Loki’s mouth. Indeed, it’s telling that the film didn’t directly reject the notion, but had the brave old German man say, “Not to men like you.”

The implication of course, is that for the right man, we would gladly kneel.

Perhaps nowhere is the age-old longing for a righteous king more clearly expressed than in the Jewish hope and expectation of a coming Messiah. God promised King David that he would raise up a descendant from his line whose kingdom would endure forever.

In churches that use lectionaries, where they give you an Old Testament reading, a psalm, a New Testament epistle, a Gospel reading every week of the year, it is surprising how often (and they’re right when they do this) on the triumphal entry day, Palm Sunday, they give you readings that have to do with the second coming of Christ.

Entry of the Christ in Jerusalem, by Jean-Léon Gérôme

The entry of the Christ in Jerusalem, by
Jean-Léon Gérôme

Because when the people say, “Blessed is the One who comes in the name of the Lord,” the blessedness that they’re asking from the Messiah is the same thing as shalom. The word “blessedness” and “shalom” are the same basic words. Shalom means complete thriving and flourishing.

This story is pointing to the coming Kingdom.

“For you shall go out with joy,
And be led out with peace;
The mountains and the hills
Shall break forth into singing before you,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.  Isaiah 55:12

You say, “Oh, that’s metaphorical.” Maybe, but what it’s trying to say is when the true king comes back and puts everything right, everything in nature will work again. There will be complete harmony, complete peace.

But not only are the trees going to clap their hands, the animals are going to submit to the Lord of creation—like this donkey foal.  Surprisingly, in the midst of this excited crowd, an unbroken, young animal remains totally calm under the hands of the Messiah who controls nature and stills the storm. Therefore, this event points to the peace of the consummated kingdom. What is he saying? Jesus didn’t have to break the animal. He’s Lord of nature; he’s the Lord of all and under his hand, nothing but harmony and peace comes about. The animal knows and loves its true master for who he is.

How would you treat the literal thirty-three-year-old person of Jesus BEFORE He died on the cross and was resurrected? Would you take care of him, if you could? Would you give Him respite, if you could?  Would you feed Him, if you could? Would you clothe Him, if you could?  How you would treat the Jesus of Nazareth before He was crucified and risen is exactly how we are to treat our neighbor, our prisoners, community, our school systems, our city, our mountains, and rivers.

When you’ve done it unto the least of these, you’ve done it unto me, right? That same Lord is coming again to take us to another place and whatever happened to his physical body through the resurrection is going to happen to this cosmos when He returns.

For those of us who trust Him by faith in this life that will be our destiny as John Ortberg has said when Up There Comes Down Here.

One fair morning I’ll wake up in a celestial city.  And maybe I’ll go walking down the street for a stroll.  I’ll walk upon a woman who has a wagon-load of roses.  I’ll reach to get one and discover there are no thorns on those roses.  I’ll say, “Ma’am, where did you get these roses?

“I grow them out there in the desert.”

“What?” I ask.

“Haven’t you heard?  The Lord reigns in Zion.  And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as a rose.” (Isaiah.35:1)

A little farther I walk down the street I’ll step into a pet shop.  There, I hear a man say, “I want to buy that cobra for my little boy.”

“What?” I ask.

“Didn’t you know?  The Lord reigns in Zion.  And the lion shall eat straw like a lamb and the sucking child shall lay upon the nest of the snake.” (Isaiah 11:8)

Little further I say to a man, “Where is your police department?

He’ll say, “We haven’t got any!”

“Well, where are your soldiers and military academies?”

“Haven’t you heard?  The Lord reigns in Zion!  And they have beat the swords into plow shares and their spears into pruning hooks and the nations have learned war no more!” (Isaiah 2:4)

“Well, what about the home for crippled children?”

“We don’t have any.   And the lame shall leap in that day.”  (Isaiah 35:6) The Lord reigns in Zion!

“What about your home for the deaf and dumb?”

“Don’t have any of those either!”  “The tongues of the dumb shall sing in that day.  And the ear of the deaf shall be unstopped in that day. (Isaiah 35:6) The Lord reigns in Zion!”

“I want to go to your hospitals and visit some of your cancer patients.”

“We don’t have any.”

“You don’t?”

“No.  Not since the Lord began to reign in Zion!  The inhabitants in this land never say, ‘I am sick.‘”  (Isaiah 33:24)

“Well, what about your funeral homes and cemeteries?”

“Not any of those in this land.  For the Lord reigns in Zion!”

“Well, where do you folks go to church?”

“We don’t have a church. Haven’t you heard? Up there has finally come down here and we all go up to the New Jerusalem and worship the great King!”

And I look up, and there I see the Lord high and lifted up. And the great choir begins to sing:

    “All hail the power of Jesus name!

     Let angels prostrate fall;.

     Bring forth the royal diadem,

     And crown Him Lord of all!”

Jesus is not the king I want, but he is the king I need—and the King is coming!

Soon, I hope.

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People Get Ready

Keep awake therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming…Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour. ~ Jesus

We’re so sorry Uncle Albert
But we haven’t done a bloody thing all day
~ Paul McCartney

As far back as you care to go, you can find preachers with a penchant for interpreting Bible prophecy by holding the daily news in one hand and the Bible in the other. Back in the 1950s, many last-days pundits claimed the apocalyptic city known as “Magog” in Revelation was the Soviet Union, but in the 1980s the USSR collapsed. Then, new revelations began to come as to the identity of “true” Magog (many now say Magog is Islam).

What confuses me is how the last-days experts talk with such confidence and authority. These guys read the New York Times and the Jerusalem Post the way a psychic reads tea leaves. And with a rising fever in the air, you get the feeling you need to stay close and stay tuned to hear the latest from their prophetic perspective.

But then, when what they say doesn’t happen or the interpretation they have been espousing demands adjustment, they do so as unapologetically and frequently as the local meteorologist. But are Bible prophecies supposed to be approached like weather forecasts, or should we just be a little more tentative about our interpretations to begin with?

Someday

The point of much apocalyptic and poetic imagery is that the very elements of the cosmos one day will announce Jesus’ full and triumphant return. It will be majestic, beautiful, and awesome. There will be a day when God will finish what He started at the cross and the empty tomb—when he will heal and restore everything forever.

Jesus imagines this day as both rescue and judgement. God is going to gather a worldwide human family of forgiven failures just because he is staggeringly gracious. They will join together to be with Him forever. And when God tears the thin veil between our dimension of reality and His, and overcomes darkness, evil, and injustice for all—there will be a judgement. The nations will mourn, according to Jesus.

God is so passionately committed to the world that he refuses to shrug off its darkness and wrong like a doting grandfather.

One of my favorite authors, Cormac McCarthy, captures this in his bestselling book No Country for Old Men, when he has the chief protagonist, a sheriff named Ed Tom Bell, who is trying to solve a drug trafficking crime spree of epic proportions along the Mexican border near El Paso say,

I think if you were Satan and you were settin’ around tryin’ to think up somethin’ that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics. I wake up sometimes way in the night and I know as certain as death that there ain’t nothin’ short of the second comin’ of Christ that can slow this train.

That echoes exactly what the Christian story says. It will all come to a sudden and decisive halt: All of our violence, addictions, injustices, power-grabbing, bullying and death. Because a God that refuses to judge the world is a God who refuses to love the world.

Jesus is telling us that God will save his redeemed family from judgement but will not save them without judgement.

Today

Jesus’ teaching gives us deep energy to live each day of our lives with bated breath and in complete anticipation of God’s activity moment-by-moment in our lives. It wakes us up for today.

This is not primarily an evangelistic passage. It is for those of us who are His followers. We are to wake up!

Imagine the most important person in your life, after a long absence, calls you and says, “I’m coming over, but I’m not going to tell you when.” What would you do? Would you clean the house? After that would you keep it ready?

That is Jesus’ point when he says, “Stay awake! I’m coming again, but you don’t know when.” Don’t wait until tomorrow to deal with the life God has given you to live today. There’s no time for that—no matter how much time there is.

Maybe we should look ourselves in the mirror and ask ourselves the question, “How do I to need to be ready? How do I need to wake up today? Write the letter that needs to be written, make the phone call that you need to make, forgive the person you who hurt you, stop postponing the day when you will start taking God seriously.

How do you need to wake up to Jesus today? Because in reality it is the only day you have. Annie Dillard, in her beautiful book The Writing Life, says, “How we spend our days is of course how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and that one is what we are doing.”

What can you do today for the durable welfare of the world that God loves and has promised that one day he will reclaim, restore and make right? How can you invest your time, energy, talents, experience, resources—in serving the needs of your town and community—today?

One summer when I was a boy, my dad had about 3 yards of top soil delivered to our home and dumped in large piles in front and back of our house. All summer my brother and I’s job was, while he and my mom were at work, to take our shovels and spread the top soil out over the yard area so he could plant some grass. Of course, since he and mom were gone we did precious little work—until right before their scheduled arrival then we would work like Turks. When he assessed our work we always got in trouble because it was clear we had only been working for 30 minutes or so. That’s when the appropriate judgment of our father came down.

Until one day we started digging tunnels through the large mounds of dirt. Tunnels large enough for our cat or a puppy to walk through. We dug tunnel after tunnel. We had a blast. We dug all day long. And when our parents came home they caught us actually working and we had, quite unintentionally, accomplished their mission of scattering the dirt all over the yard. It’s funny, when we found joy in the work, we worked hard and was found working by our parents when they returned.

How can you wake up to Jesus’ grace, life, and hope with the today that He has given you?

Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver gets at this in her poem The Summer Day where she reflects on the uncertainty and brevity of life. She closes her poem with this profound question:

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life? —Mary Oliver

tree-plantingJesus would say, “Look at the someday, the great and future hope, that you can bet your life on because of the empty tomb, and then keep awake with your one wild and precious life.

“If I knew the world would end tomorrow, I would plant a tree.” ~ Martin Luther

 

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