Monday, October 31, 2016

Rethinking Halloween





            Given that today, October 31, is the day people around the world celebrate Halloween, I thought it might be good to resurrect an essay (no pun intended) that I posted three years ago. It’s still timely and informative, and, for many of you, it may help you rethink this presumably harmless holiday.
           
            So often we leave ourselves open to anything, and if it sounds good and portends to be lots of fun, we’re the first ones in line to get on board to participate, even if we haven’t really done our living intentionally research before committing. I think Halloween is one of those events. And I think many people, even Christians, are clueless about its origins and meanings.
           
            Just recently I was talking to my orthodontia assistant about Halloween. She felt uncomfortable celebrating it and wasn’t too keen on having her toddler son involved with it, either. And she was stressed because her well-meaning mother-in-law is all gung ho about dressing her grandson up in some cute costume and parading him around the neighborhood to beg for candy. (Actually, I think grandma is probably more interested in taking a library of pictures of him and bragging to her friends about how adorable he is.) But I gave the young mom some insight into the holiday, and what some professional law enforcement officials think about it, and she said, “See, I didn’t know that. I don’t want to get involved in that kind of thing. I’m going to have to have a difficult chat with my mother-in-law.”
           
            So before you run out and drop a wad of hard earned money on some cheap costume that will either fall apart in a month, or your child will soon outgrow, (or you’re going to be humiliated wearing to some adult Halloween party), read this 2013 post and then think long and hard, and pray, about whether or not you should get involved in the celebrations. You might be opening yourself up to more than you expected, or wanted.


            On a side note, I do have a humorous Halloween story, about something that happened to my husband and me when we still thought traipsing around in costumes and attending adult drinking parties were fashionable and fun.
           
            One of my husband’s co-workers had invited us to a Halloween costume party at his house. Being a thespian, I wanted to do it up right, so I searched the local costume stores for just the right characters to portray. After some intense searching, I settled on Cleopatra for me, and her lover, Antony, for my husband. I wore some skimpy, flowing skirt and gold-colored bra-like top (I could get away with wearing something like that back then.) A brass-colored asp circled my long, curly black wig. My husband looked like an emperor in full Roman military regalia, complete with shiny helmet, shin and breastplates and flowing scarlet cape. Handsome and imperial don’t even begin to describe him.
           
            During the evening, I met several of his co-workers I’d never met before and had a lengthy discussion with one of the newer employees. Several weeks later, we all gathered together for another social event. But this time, a black wig wasn’t covering my shoulder-length, light blonde hair.
           
            A couple of days later, my husband arrived home laughing hysterically about the office joke that had been passed around that day. Evidently, the new employee had been quite concerned about who my husband had brought to the second event and made the rounds at the office to ask who that “other woman” was at the social. “What do you mean?” someone asked him. “That was his wife.”
           
            “Oh, no, that’s not his wife. I met his wife at the Halloween party, and she’s not a blonde. His wife has long black hair!”
           
            He was pretty sheepish after the water cooler crowd laughed uproariously at his faux pas and then quickly spread the story around the office. To his credit, he apologized to my husband for his blunder. Thirty years later, we still laugh about that. I must have been pretty convincing in my getup. I should have been. The costume rental fee was exorbitant!

           
            We’ll be back to obtaining peace next week!
           
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So, until next Monday, may your week be full of blessings that you receive and give, your heart be full of joy and thankfulness, and your days be filled with laughter. Build a little heaven in your life right now, and watch your heavenly garden grow!


Blessings,

Andrea

When the eyes of the soul looking out meet the eyes of God looking in, heaven has begun right here on earth. ~ A. W. Tozer


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Monday, October 24, 2016

Want Peace? Be All There and Live to the Hilt!




            “Wherever you are, be all there! Live to the hilt, every situation you believe to be the will of God.”
           
            That’s what the young missionary Jim Elliot said. For those of you who don’t know his history, Elliot and four other missionaries were slaughtered by the Ecuadorian Auca (Waorani) Indians—the tribe he and the other missionaries were attempting to bring the Gospel of Jesus Christ to. But that’s how Elliot lived. To the hilt. Sold out for Christ and willing to take risks. He lived an “all there” life.
           
            As I journeyed to New York last week, his words were ringing in my ears. This was a trip of a lifetime for me, and I wanted to be all there for it. I felt like I’d won the inspirational writing Olympics, and I wanted to approach this opportunity like an athlete focused on victory. No distractions, no multitasking. No computer, no emails, no text messages, no phone, except for the times I had to contact the car service that would shuttle me to and from my destination; and, of course, chat with my husband who also had a big event occur in his life last week that he wanted to share with me. I was determined to be all there, for in being all there, I knew I'd find peace.       
           
            And peace was with me, for the most part. (Although I did find my first experience with using a car service to pick me up at a New York airport a little tasking). The setting was gloriously peaceful, the weather wonderful, people entertaining and personable. Surprisingly, my mind did not wander to burdens left back home. And, in spite of feeling chewed up at times, I found peace.
           
            Let me explain. So often as a writer you work so very hard to polish a piece and feel you’ve done your best, or at least as close as possible to it, although you know you can always do better. When you win a contest like I did, you believe you’ve managed to impress someone with your labors and stringing together of words. You know the experts you will be gathering with will offer critiques and improvements. And I even presumed that they would tear my writing apart and then put it back together again.
           
            And everything I thought would happen, happened. Although the tearing apart initially felt more like being chewed up and spit out. And I was challenged to find peace in the midst of upheaval. And I had to go to God to get it, and find the answers. And, mercifully, He gave it, immediately. And I knew that it was all being done for my benefit, and His purposes, and I was able to pull myself together, take a deep, cleansing breath, and be enveloped in peace.
           
            And in the process I learned something, (aside from learning a lot about myself last week). I learned that so often we let our frailties, our insecurities, our prejudices, and our expectations handicap our behavior, and, instead of reaching out to grab it, we choose to bat away the peace that God dangles in front of us. Peace for our taking. Peace for our pleasure. Peace He so wants us to have. Instead of living to the hilt, we retreat and mope, we retreat and hide and self-protect. And then we miss out. And we get frustrated and angry, believing that peace eludes us, when it is we who have outright rejected it by our decisions and behavior.









           So I quickly pulled myself back together emotionally and leaned into the instruction and chewing up. And I laughed, and I learned, and I grew, and I was rewarded—time, after time, after time. I found peace in the present, peace in the place, peace in the surrounding nature, peace in the emotional turmoil, peace in the past, and peace in the future. I ended the week feeling filled. Exhausted, but filled to overflowing.
           
            It will still take me some time to wrap my brain around all that I experienced and learned, but I am rejoicing because I came back peaceful, full of peace, full of joy, full of hope and promise, and determined to not let others wrench those things from me. Misery loves company, and I must resist and reject misery in order for peace to successfully reign.
           
            So, once again, I am in midst of prioritizing my activity list, determined to live so I can be all there in everything I do, with everyone I engage with. I want to be certain that what I choose is something God has asked me to do, that it is a burden that He, and not someone else, has given. I want to live life to the hilt. Because when I do that, I will find peace, even in the raucousness and unexpectedness of life.




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Until next Monday, may your week be full of blessings that you receive and give, your heart be full of joy and thankfulness, and your days be filled with laughter. Build a little heaven in your life right now, and watch your heavenly garden grow!


Blessings,

Andrea

When the eyes of the soul looking out meet the eyes of God looking in, heaven has begun right here on earth. ~ A. W. Tozer


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Monday, October 17, 2016

Finding the Pathway of Peace in New, God-Ordained Adventures





            Sometimes life changes dramatically when you’re least expecting it, even though you’ve been hoping and praying—and in some way preparing—for the change to happen. That’s what’s happening to me. And in the process, I have, and will be, finding peace in new, God-ordained adventures. It is my pathway to peace.

            Yesterday morning, before the sun cracked through the darkness here in Tucson, Arizona, I was whisking east and then north to what we Americans call The Big Apple. I’ve been dreaming, hoping, preparing, and praying for this moment for some time. Now that it’s arrived, and it’s here, I’m stunned, awed, humbled, and a little nervous. I’ll be sitting down and working with some of the best inspirational writing has to offer. I’ll be following in the footsteps of some well-known inspirational writing giants, although it remains to be seen how far into gianthood God will take me. I’m just feeling beyond blessed to be among the 12-member group they’re calling the “Class of 2016.”

            It is in some sense a confirmation of what I already thought God was directing me to do. A big confirmation. But I was already prepared to go a different direction if I had not been selected for this prestigious event. And now I’m putting figurative blinders on so I do not look to the right or to the left and am setting my heart and mind on listening and learning all that I can in order to make the most of this gift God has bestowed upon me.

            To be sure, there is some nervousness in the midst of this Shalom peace—this prosperity. But there shouldn’t be since God has not given us a sense of timidity. Whatever fear I am feeling comes from my flesh, my human sense of inadequacy. But I can hear God whisper in my ear: “Be strong and courageous. Do no be afraid. I have chosen you, and I will be with you wherever you go.” I should be filled with peace. Overflowing with it. And joy, too. I must guard against my frailties crowding out and diminishing the good things.

            I may need to continually remind myself of those things by whispering to my heart, “Peace, be still.” Because even in excitement you can lose your overall sense of peace and let your pattering heart run away. I will feel peace in the midst of the unknown; peace in the midst of excitement. Peace in the midst of a chaotic, intense, unfamiliar city. God knows where I’m going and how to get there, and I will trust in that.

            Next week I’ll tell you all about it. In fact, I can’t wait to report back to you!


Until next Monday, may your week be full of blessings that you receive and give, your heart be full of joy and thankfulness, and your days be filled with laughter. Build a little heaven in your life right now, and watch your heavenly garden grow!


Blessings,

Andrea

When the eyes of the soul looking out meet the eyes of God looking in, heaven has begun right here on earth. ~ A. W. Tozer


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Monday, October 10, 2016

Do You Want Peace? Weigh the Justice Scales and Establish Peace Relationships for Your Children





One of my favorite scripture passages is Micah 6:8, which states:
           

            He has shown you, O man, what is good;
            And what does the LORD require of
                        you
            But to do justly,
            To love mercy,
            And to walk humbly with your
                        God? (NKJV)





           
            It’s a terse, rhetorical question in response to other rhetorical questions the prophet Micah has presented to the nation Israel, exposing their outward religious appearance and condemning their inward sinfulness. (Just like Micah could do to us now if he roamed the earth.) It is a reminder to believers to tread carefully, to focus on good rather than evil (and vengeance); to be just, to love mercy, and walk humbly beside God. This advice surely goes a long way toward securing peace between God, and us and between us our fellow man.
           
            Yet it does not negate a time and place for justice to be disbursed, when it is warranted, which we will see today in 1 Kings. Later, we will also see how the love a person has for the father can result in peace between these two people being passed down to the son.
           
            So, let’s get started!

           
            In 1 Kings, verses 5 and 6 we hear the aged and dying King David continuing his advice and instruction to his son Solomon, who is succeeding him to the throne. David tells him, “Moreover you know also what Joab the son of Zeruiah did to me, and what he did to the two commanders of the armies of Israel, to Abner the son of Ner and Amasa the son of Jether, whom he killed. And he shed the blood of war in [Shalom-peacetime], and put the blood of war on his belt that was around his waist, and on his sandals that were on his feet. Therefore do according to your wisdom, and do not let his gray hair go down the grave in Shalom.”
            
            Sounds like a disgusting event and pretty strong words from David. But are they justified?





           
            To fully understand what’s going on here, let’s first get a little background. If you remember from my September 12 post, which you can access at: http://brokenheartsredeemed.blogspot.com/2016/09/do-you-want-peace-be-shrewd-and-stay.html, you might remember the issue between Joab and Abner, where Joab lures Abner outside the city of refuge gates on a pretense of wanting to make peace with him and then slays him. Joab killed Abner to avenge the killing (in self defense) of Joab’s relative. While David grieved over and never avenged Joab’s premeditated murder of Abner, he was unable to bring Joab to justice, which some commentators think is due to Joab’s popularity with David’s army.
           
            Amasa, who Joab also murdered, was David’s nephew, whom David had forgiven for siding with his conniving cousin Absalom (David’s son) in Absalom’s attempted and failed coup. Later, in Joab’s absence, David makes Amasa Commander-in-Chief of his armies. In a show of pretense of Shalom and saluting Amasa, (and probably a fit of jealousy and envy), Joab stabs and kills Amasa. There is nothing self-defensive about these acts. It is yet again another premeditated murder.
           
            These murders are horrible. Both were premeditated. Both were carried out under the guises of peace. Both threatened to undermine the peace David had struggled and fought to win. Both broke David’s heart. And his heart may also have been grieved by the possibility that many believed David had ordered Joab to carry out these two murders, in retribution for these two men having once stood against David.
           
            Bible commentaries give graphic pictures of what happened and what Joab looked like—and reveled in—following the murders. In the process of stabbing Amasa, the blood spurted onto Joab, onto his feet and sandals, across his clothing and weaponry. He probably re-sheathed his bloodied sword or knife without first cleaning it. Then he marched in front of the army, proudly displaying what he’d done, what a great man of war and leader he was. This is not a man who didn’t have time to clean up after battle before moving on with the troops. This is a man proud of his stains. The vision is sickening. And David instructs Solomon to do what his God-given wisdom tells him to do, and not allow Joab to live out his old age in a peaceful manner. In essence, David is telling Solomon to make Joab’s life miserable until the end, which will most likely come through an executed death sentence.
           
            And that’s exactly what we find in verses 26-33. Joab has defected and fled to the tabernacle to grab and hang onto the altar. Perhaps he thinks he’ll find some protection there. But it is not to be. Why? Because Joab is a rebel and a murderer. Solomon hears about it and sends a guy named Benaiah to the tabernacle to tell Joab to come out from the tabernacle. Joab refuses, telling Benny that, no, he’s going to die right where he’s planted himself. Benny has to go back and tell King Solomon what Joab said, and Solomon essentially says, “Fine, let him have it his way, as long as the guilt from the innocent blood Joab shed can be removed from the house of David and placed firmly on the head of Joab, and upon his descendent. Forever.” Solomon also tells Benny to take care of Joab’s burial. So he runs back over to the tabernacle, slays Joab, and buries him in his own house in the wilderness. And Benny is appointed commander over Solomon’s army.
           
            Wow. What a gruesome story. A sad ending for a once great warrior and leader. But what does it say for us?
           
            First, Joab did not walk humbly. He walked with arrogance, pride, and anger. A heart geared toward vengeance. While his justice and mercy scales may have sported justice, they were definitely light, if not empty, of mercy. He would have done well to have paid attention to his king’s merciful heart; his forgiving heart. His heart after God. Joab’s actions rocked the stability of the nation’s Shalom David had labored so hard for. His actions caused others to think poorly of David, to think he initiated retribution on two people he had truly forgiven. It must have weighed heavily on his heart all of those years. Yet, while it may have taken years to bring Joab to justice, it finally came in the end.





           
            Now let’s jump forward in First Kings to chapter 5, where we find Solomon busy about the business of temple building. He’s getting building materials from Hiram, the king of Tyre. In verse 12 we read: “so the LORD gave Solomon wisdom, as He promised him; and there was Shalom between Hiram and Solomon, and the two of them made a treaty together.”
           
            A treaty of peace. But just how did that happen? It seemed to occur without much fanfare or struggle. In order to know why, we can look back at verse 1 in the same chapter. “Now Hiram king of Tyre sent his servants to Solomon, because he heard that they had anointed him king in place of his father, for Hiram had always loved David.”
           
            For Hiram had always loved David. So Solomon enjoys peace with a neighboring king due to the relationship his father had developed and enjoyed with that king. Solomon reaped the benefits of what David labored for. Big benefits. How wonderful it is when a parent sets the stage for his child to enjoy peace.






Questions to Ponder

1. In the first story, about Joab, David, and Solomon, you have a cold-blooded murderer, a man who desires that justice be served but who can’t render it himself, and a son who renders it for him so that the family, and kingdom, can enjoy peace. Did it have to be done? I suspect that it had not been, Joab would have always been a problem for Solomon; and the army’s loyalty may have been divided. Would it not been enough to just confine Joab for the rest of his life? Probably not, because alive he may have been able to exert influences that threatened Solomon’s rule. People in prison have inside and outside connections that can cause issues for their enemies.

And, Joab was clearly guilty of being vengeful and bloodthirsty. He couldn’t have found safety in a city of refuge because his crimes were premeditated. Instead, he thinks he can take refuge in the tabernacle, near God. But that didn’t save him, either.

I think I need to interject a definition of terms in here, though, since I can hear people saying, “But the commandment says, ‘Though shall not kill.’” Actually, the Hebrew word is correctly defined “murder” not “kill”. It means you should not carry out a premeditated murder. Killing in self-defense or by accident was why cities of refuge were built and maintained.

No matter where you stand on capital punishment, it is worth thinking about: Is it necessary for the perpetrator to receive the death sentence so the surviving family can have the peace they deserve? Maybe “peace” is what these families mean when they say they want “closure.” Whose side do you need to stand on in such a case? And does it really depend upon the circumstances? Have we tilted the scales so far the other direction that we are now guilty of providing more peace to the perpetrator than to the victim or aggrieved?



2. In our second story, Solomon enjoys Shalom with another king due to the loving relationship his father had with that king. And the same is true today. It’s a fact of life that the kids whose parents have established deep personal and loving relationships with their own friends, who may rise to prominence and influence in their older years, have a step-up on life and are more successful. It’s the relationships that their parents have fostered that allow these kids to enjoy opportunities above and beyond what other children experience. They enjoy more academic, business, personal, and financial success. They enjoy more Shalom in life. I’ve seen that happen in my own life, my children’s lives, and others.

And the same can be said of any family that develops close relationships. When a friend loves the parent (who is also their friend), they usually also give benefit to, and love, the friend’s child. But it takes time and an investment in others over years for that kind of benefit to be realized.   

So the question here is: Are you developing relationships now that can be passed down to your children? Are you sewing peace that can be held in trust for your children and grandchildren? What kind of story are you writing for them?


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Until next Monday, may your week be full of blessings that you receive and give, your heart be full of joy and thankfulness, and your days be filled with laughter. Build a little heaven in your life right now, and watch your heavenly garden grow!


Blessings,

Andrea

When the eyes of the soul looking out meet the eyes of God looking in, heaven has begun right here on earth. ~ A. W. Tozer


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