Thursday

A little update

It's amazing how destructive water can be. We had a Tropical Depression roll through yesterday. It rained all Tuesday night and when we awoke at 5:00 on Wednesday I knew something was up. Windy. Really windy. During the rainy season, normal rains are caused by day time heating. Wind and rain in the morning means a big boy is coming through.

We are fine. We have food. We have power back and water. Schools are closed until Monday. So far 15 have died from mudslides, drownings and electrocutions from downed power lines.

There are four principle routes out of Xela. The south (to the Pacific coast) is blocked by 20 landslides. The North is also blocked - landslides. West (to Mexico) is blocked by ($1 is you can guess - landslides). East (the main highway to Guatemala City) is blocked by landslides and washouts like this one:


I drive right by there all the time - would have yesterday had not rain and my wife told me "No." That is what remains of 4 lanes. If I remember that spot I think it's probably a 150 drop off. That little pickup has the mountain to his right and the drop off to the left. Stay frosty, amigo.

This is here in town, in Xela. Zone 2 suffers when it rains as they are in the lowland and the drains quickly clog with debris:


The next is from Almolonga, a suburb of sorts of Xela, about 20 minutes away. Not a good day for that Toyota.


Again, we're all OK and are currently looking at how we can be most useful in the recovery. Please pray - disasters are an amazing time to demonstrate very clearly the love of Christ to people.

Wednesday

what I learned today

You learn something new every day. And today I heard this story of two Moravian missionaries to the West Indies. Here's a neat youtube video of someone preaching the story:



Now, I'm a missionary. We get patted on the back and thanked for what we do. And I'm ok with that because...what else am I going to do, slap people's hands away? We get put on a silly pedestal both in the US and in Guatemala because missionaries are...I don't even know. I guess people think we're special.

Well, we're not.

Those two young men who sold themselves into a lifetime of slavery, they are special. They are radical. They are the real deal. Jenny and I always say that if we didn't have kids (or at least little kids) that we would want to go somewhere the gospel is not. You know, out to the boonies where they speak in clicks. But what kind of faith is that? Really? I know that we have a responsibility to our family. I get that. I embrace that. I even fight for it. And we're not leaving Guatemala anytime soon because the Lord called us here and we have work to do. And that work is valuable - it's making disciples and serving the Body of Christ to help her be more healthy. I also understand that not everyone is called to that kind of sacrifice, to that kind of mission. I don't expect everyone to jump on a boat and sail to the outer reaches to preach the gospel where there are no roads or lights or Coca Colas. But shouldn't we expect a little more of one another?

Anyone who knows me very well knows I struggle with ups and downs. I struggle with doing too much or too little. I struggle with self-discipline. I get easily distracted. [squirrel!] and get off track, off task and out of whack. To think that these two men went to an island so that people who were truly slaves could know the Jesus who gives a freedom that none can take away makes me evaluate my life and ask myself, "What entangles me? What is of value? Am I really giving my life to Christ or just pretending?"

Paul tells us in Ephesians to be careful how we walk, not as unwise men (and women) but as wise. We are to redeem (or make the most of) our time because the days are evil. Do I really believe that? Because if I believe it, I ought live my life in a way that reflects that reality.

That story of the Moravians just makes me want to ask the Lord, "What else do you want me to do and how can I do what I'm doing better?" If to live is Christ and to die is gain, what does that actually look like? Does that mean I get to do whatever I want? No. Does it mean I get to live an amazing life in these few short years I walk by faith? Yes.

I fear for the future in the Americas. Not just in the US, but here in Guatemala. When Christianity becomes a product we analyze and sell and market and tweak instead of a reality we live we lose the whole point. When church becomes something we maintain instead of a community who loves a person and is chomping at the bit to tell the whole world about his love and how to walk with him we stop being disciples and just play church.

Whew. What a mind blowing day. Ok...I'm off to apply what I've learned before another squirrel derails me.

Thursday

Oh, goodness

We get an ABC feed out of L.A.  On September 11 we were able to sit with our kids and watch and listen and answer their questions.  Ten years is a lot of process time so we viewed those events through a decade of rumination. Our oldest is 5 and was the source of every inquiry as we watched planes crash and buildings fall and leaders lead and people serve.

We watched President Obama read Psalm 46. It's pretty cool when the president reads any Psalm, but Psalm 46 is particularly marvelous. It begins:

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change and 
Though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea."

That's a lot to hold onto. Say what you will about President Obama, he is a very important man and he read a text far more important than he. The Psalm ends like this:

"The LORD of hosts is with us;
The God of Jacob is our stronghold"

That's huge. You can say God all day long, but you say the God of Jacob and you narrow things down dramatically. There's only one of those: the God of Jacob. And he is with us. That's huge.

While watching the coverage I saw a speech that then President Bush had made shortly after 9/11 where he said this:

"Our war is a war against evil. This is clearly a case of good versus evil, and make no mistake about it…good will prevail."

Say what you will about Bush, that's a pretty good line in a speech and it resonated deeply in the heart of Americans. But it brings up a question that is immensely important:

Who defines good and evil? If there is a good vs. evil they have to be different. A house divided cannot stand, right? 

I have had this conversation with numerous folks: What is good/truth/right/wrong? Some things seem (at least to most people) universally wrong: killing children, corporate theft, abuse of the weak. Other things are less clear to folks: sexual promiscuity, abortion, lying. You could add or subtract any number of things from either list. And that seems to be the issue: how do you determine what is "good" and what is "evil"?

We throw the word "good" around quite a bit. "He's a good person." I've heard many people say, after a person behaves heinously, "I don't understand. She's such a good person."

Hmmm.

I have been influenced greatly by A.W. Tozer. His book Knowledge of the Holy is...anointed. The Lord used that man to put some amazing things into words and onto pages. He says this in a chapter titled, "The Justice of God":

"Everything in the universe is good to the degree it conforms to the nature of God and evil as it fails to do so."

That clears things up. Doesn't it? 

What goes through your head when you read that? Does it seem fair? Unfair? How do you define "good"? If I let God define the standard, then the pressure is off of me. I just point to him and say, "He's good. Anyone that doesn't act like him is not behaving 'good'." Bad grammar, same point. He is the standard. He's God - we're not. When we blur that line everything gets fuzzy. To fully explain to us how God acts, he sends Jesus as the incarnate diety: God with skin on. He's the revelation of all that we need to know in order to understand that which is good.

Our culture tends to shun judgment until we see something clearly evil. Then we cry out, "Justice!" and want something done. We have defined good to suit our comfort instead of placing ourselves under the God who IS good and then when we need clarification going to the Bible (his revelation of himself to us) to clear things up. If a man took a kitten and cut her up into little pieces while she was still alive (a truly horrid thought) we would rightly cry out. We would be vehement! We would cry out not merely for justice but for vengeance.

You see where I’m going, of course. Where is the outcry against abortion? Infidelity? Lying? Our world has made goodness a matter of convenience and deflection. They have to be good, but I don’t. We like to point fingers and judge intentions and try to cover up the grace we so desperately want for ourselves.

It is not easy too look to God and say, “What you say goes.” Doing so requires the rarest of attitudes: humility. The rare occasions where I am humble come from the collision of my sin and God’s goodness. I see myself in light of his majesty, holiness and grace and can but bow my head and plead, “mercy” to the God who is good and does good. And I find him always merciful. Always gracious. Always good. Most pointedly when I am not.

When I need to know what is good (or evil) I have only to look to God and I have my answer. He has given it to us not in search engines or periodicals or think tanks but in the strangest of forms: a person named Jesus. He is the goodness to which we are all compared and we are good or evil to the degree in which we conform to his nature.

Whew. I am deeply thankful that I am still in that process and that God has not given up on me. He certainly has his work cut out for him. 


Saturday

cartoons and spirituality

And this is the Ramble Zone so, here's some Ramble.

Saturday Morning.

I guess that has a different ring for different people. My formative years were the 1980's.  While that decade gave us Twisted Sister and zippered jackets it also produced some darn good cartoons.

Which we watched on Saturday Morning.

I didn't have cable until I moved to Guatemala. Strange, but that's how it worked. Saturday meant no school. No getting up early for school. No homework. It meant my mom got to sleep in. I woke up, got cereal (typically one of the 9 varieties of Chex or new-comer CrisPix; Lucky Charms and other such sugary breakfasts were a rare indulgence) and turned on one of the networks.

Looney Toons reruns. Thundercats. He-Man. G.I. Joe. The one season of M.A.S.K. Oh, how I loved these shows. Part of the wonder was the limited availability. Limited things always hold more wonder. It's a tenet of human nature that marketing gurus have manipulated for profit time and again. And we still fall for it because we're silly. Really, we are.

I have heard that as video killed the radio star, cable killed Saturday morning cartoons. Cable took the mind-mushing Toons that I could only get from 6-10am one day a week and gave it a Network. Kids could watch cartoons for hours. Every day. So when Saturday came along, why wake up early and cram snap crackle and pops into your face before dawn? And so died the wonder.

We only let our kids watch cartoons on Saturday Morning. We probably shouldn't let them watch at all, but we do. And while they watch them in Spanish, the wonder still exists. They are excited about it because they are forced to delay gratification.

Delayed Gratification. Oh, that we as a people would practice this more. And we are sorely out of practice. I want that TV now. I want a new car now. Give me a balanced budget now. I want a new iPad or Tablet or...now.

Give me the bliss of wedded love now (before we're married). Give me my dream house. My wardrobe. Give me my buffed and polished and perfect masses - in church. Give me a 25 minute sermon that makes me feel just bad enough to feel good about myself because surely I'm not as bad as that other guy. Give me music that I like to listen to but which never moves me to participate in actual worship because sometimes worship takes awhile and I want to feel good now. Give me spiritual maturity. Now.

Somehow we have let the network mentality invade our churches. We have become consumers manipulated by marketeers and sacrificed our Christlikeness on the altar of Now. Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self Control. Against such things there is no Now.

We say we want to bear fruit but refuse time in the garden. Time with the gardener (submission) Time for pruning (cutting off). Time for root building (little show). The spiritual life cannot be grown on credit. It's a cash only, give what little you have system. Give your mustard seed, your loaves and fish, your 2 copper coins and watch God grow an orchard, feed a football stadium and return your investment in a way that would make a day trader blush.

It's Saturday Morning.

What have you been waiting for?


Monday

learning

Well, Jenny up and added another blog, Tales from the Branches. I thought I could get away with not doing one blog, but the burden has overcome me and so, after most of the Summer off, I had to begin again. Why? I don't honestly know...to channel my inner George Mallory, "Because it's there."





I have a daughter.





















That's her. She is the apex of lovely. Anytime eyes take up a third of the face, they can be considered "large".

We also have two sons. They are boys, as sons tend to be, and I get them. I get boys. I do. I was one and still have some boy left in me that I choose to blame for not writing more blogs. It's childish, I know, as boys tend to be.

But girls...they remain a mystery.

I am married to a girl so one would think I would understand girls better. But any man who says he has reached the end of learning regarding his wife is standing on the Western edge of Ireland and shouting, "Look, I have reached the end of the world!" and discounts the vast undiscovered continent from which I now type.

So, I'm learning.

My daughter was different from the get-go. She never liked to be thrown 10 feet in the air as did my first son. She didn't play rough. She snuggled. She wore pink. And while I am not some neanderthal buffoon, I just had a harder time connecting. It took me awhile and it took my lovely bride warning me a year or so ago, "You're missing it. You are missing her wonder."

And so I applied myself to knowing her. It required effort where ease had been the rule. Boys bond by doing. So we just did stuff together. Girls...they just want you there and they want you to listen. So I started listening to my daughter. And she talks. A lot. Her words are a monsoon which gather in tributary mass and pour forth great rivers over my ears. So I listen. And respond. And listen more. And watch her tell me about why she wants to wear princess dresses and how her hair brush works and why her pink bear is her favorite bear even more than her sock monkey which isn't her favorite because it's not pink and not her favorite. And then she crawls into my lap and opens the azure lighthouses that are her eyes and tells me that she loves me.

And I am loved.

Not with some greeting card phrase or flimsy sit-com love. I am loved purely because I am her daddy and for no other reason. She loves me wholly and fully and simply. It is undeserved and unmerited.

And I am transformed.

God loves little children. They are, among all creatures, special to him, dear to him. And I see now, if only just a sliver, why he does. They love him just because he is. And he deserves and merits that love whereas I do not. And yet I receive it from my daughter. Who loves me. And whom I love.

Tuesday

better safe than sorry

I didn't want to say anything regarding Harold Camping and the May 21st prediction that Jesus would rapture the church and destroy the world. I never thought it was a hoax or an idea formed of malicious intent. I just thought the guy was wrong. But I read this article today about Mr. Camping's apology and just wanted to say a few things. A segment of the article says this:

Camping, who made a special appearance before the press at the Oakland headquarters of the media empire Monday evening, apologized for not having the dates "worked out as accurately as I could have." Through chatting with a friend over what he acknowledged was a very difficult weekend, the light dawned on him that instead of the biblical Rapture in which the faithful would be swept up to the heavens, May 21 had instead been a "spiritual" Judgment Day, which places the entire world under Christ's judgment, he said.

The globe will be completely destroyed in five months, he said, when the apocalypse comes. But because God's judgment and salvation were completed on Saturday, there's no point in continuing to warn people about it, so his network will now just play Christian music and programs until the final end on Oct. 21.


There's something to be said for just saying, "I was wrong. I'm sorry." and leaving it at that. My issue all along has been with his hermeneutic - his method of interpreting the Bible. His is inconsistent and he does something called eisegeses, where he reads his ideas into the text and then uses the Bible to support what he says rather than reading the Scripture and then basing your thinking upon what the Bible says.

It's really very important that we have a consistent way in which we study (observe, interpret and apply) the Bible. Because the stakes are quite high. The Bible is not a work of fiction. It's not a secret tome discovered deep within a mysterious temple. We don't need a decoder ring to figure it out. We need faith and the Holy Spirit. God made it really clear how to know if a prophecy is from Him: It comes true.

The recent discussion on hell and it's reality stem from the same issue: how to you interpret the Bible. While I don't have the time to address that issue, it is paramount that we submit whatever we teach (and are taught) to God's authority through the Bible. It's His revelation to us, not our understanding of Him which must drive our thinking. We so often get it backwards. We think we understand God and so read the Bible to support our argument rather than look to God and say, "Help me know you truly."

A follower of the May 21st movement said this:

"I was doing what I've been instructed to do through the Bible, but now I've been stymied. It's like getting slapped in the face."



That is so very sad. This man had been taught error and he lived it out. There's a reason James 3:1 says, "Let not many of you become teachers, my brethren, knowing that as such we will incur a stricter judgement." What we teach matters. Anyone who says, "The Bible says ____" better darn well have his ducks in a row or people get hurt.

We'll see what happens October 21st. Maybe the Lord comes back that day. More than likely not, but I don't trust in likelihood and predictions. I trust in the Lord. And He told me that no one knows the day or hour of His return. Why would He have said that except that folks would try to tell us the opposite and He knew I would need to conform my thinking, my hopes and my life to His Word and not the words of a kind, well intentioned, but incorrect fellow human.

I am upset at Mr. Camping because he taught error and hurt a lot of people in the process. But I'm not angry with him; I don't hate the man. God is not mocked and He does not lie. We humans can say all kinds of silly things and it doesn't change the God who cannot change. It doesn't damage God's reputation when we are dumb. It doesn't neuter Him or thwart His purposes. It does not make God less or reduce Him or hurt His feelings. Though we often think to the contrary we cannot stop God from doing what He wants to do. No amount of bad press will hinder His return. But what we say matters, especially when we say God said it and He didn't. That makes us the liar, not God. It serves as a humbling reminder to be very, very careful what I teach when I say I'm teaching the Bible.

Paul gave Timothy this solemn warning:

Study and be eager and do your utmost to present yourself to God approved (tested by trial), a workman who has no cause to be ashamed, correctly analyzing and accurately dividing [rightly handling and skillfully teaching] the Word of Truth. (2 Tim 2:15 Amplified Bible)

May the Lord help me do just that.

Thursday

stay tuned

I've been reading through Romans and, like every time I read through Romans, I'm just blown away by God.

It's always dumbfounding to me how people so easily dismiss the existence of God, much less the salvation He so mightily achieved for us. Maybe more people need to read Romans. But that's not what I wanted to say today...

So I'm chugging along and get to chapter 12 which has maybe the biggest "Therefore" in the Bible. After all that Paul has said, it comes down to this: : Live the God life.

Really live it. Don't fake it, live it. It's the real deal. I love how The Message puts 12:9-10

"Love from the center of who you are; don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle."

Practice playing second fiddle. Wow.

Being a Missionary is a strange job. It is particularly strange in Guatemala because there have been lots of missionaries who have done way cooler things than I am doing and have lived way harder lives and yet there are still a lot of missionaries here. Does Guatemala need missionaries? Yes. I mean, if I say "no" I have to move so, we'll go with "yes".

But here, in a land full of needs, missionaries get lifted onto silly pedestals. And we get this sort of status that is nothing short of...well, silly. It's a title and an honorable one. But you know what connotation it carries: helper. doer. bringer of things (money, teaching, supplies, etc.). The only problem is that often, Guatemalans expect me to to what they must do. They want me to disciple their churches - but that's not my responsibility. My job is to disciple leaders and then they are to disciple their churches. My job is to play second fiddle to them, helping them carry the melody as God conducts the great Orchestra that is His Church.

Practice playing second fiddle. Can I tell you that sometimes I get out of practice? Sometimes I forget the pedestals are silly and think, "Wow, I really must be something." You know what the conductor calls a 2nd violin who plays out of turn? Disruption. Commotion. Noise.

It's easy to forget your place when you let the world influence your thinking. It's easy to forget the joy of harmony. When I don't let God conform my mind to His, I get out of tune and everything is...off. I think myself better, bigger, smarter than I am. I forget that it's about what God has done. He's the conductor, composer and creator of all the instruments and all the players in His orchestra and forgetting that skews my perspective.

So how do you practice playing second fiddle? You serve. You let God set your perspective and you love "from the center of who you are." It's a good job, second fiddle. I just need to stay in tune.


Saturday

easy is overrated


Today may be my least favorite day of the year.

Here in Guatemala, Semana Santa (Holy Week) is pretty much finished after the crucifixion. Not entirely, of course, but there are few parades or sawdust carpets in the streets or even much emphasis on the resurrection of Jesus. Today is pretty tranquilo, it's low key. Not many folks are out. Stores are closed. And it's a reminder of what must have been the longest day for the followers of Jesus.

The gospels give us almost nothing of Saturday. All were told is that they rested. It was the Sabbath and Jesus was dead so no one could touch him and remain ceremonially clean. The man they thought would become their king had died and they woke up today soaked in that reality.

I have come to the conclusion that unbelief is the easy way out. Atheism or his less decisive cousin agnosticism doesn't have to struggle with much. When pressed with hard questions about God they either deny He exists or say, "I don't know". When confronted with the reality of Jesus, they simply say, God doesn't exist so Jesus can't be God. Therefore all his claims to deity were false. It's easy, clean, simple. I don't believe it therefore it does not exists therefore I don't have to deal with it.

But reality is a tricky fellow. I can deny reality all I want but eventually I either face it and deal with it or ignore it and am overwhelmed. There was a 9.0 earthquake in Japan. That's reality. People get cancer and it kills them. That's reality. Sweet, beautiful children die. Reality. There was a man named Jesus who said He was God and a bunch of Jews hated Him (a bunch loved Him) and the Roman's crucified Him. He died. Reality. He rose from that grave as an entirely new being: a resurrected person. And He walked around and ate and phased through walls and floated up into the sky saying that we need to tell the whole world about Him because He's comin' back.

Reality?

See. Atheists have it easy. They just deny it. They don't believe and by their unbelief relieve themselves of any responsibility. Because once you know, that's it. You have to deal with it. Agnostics claim not to know. So they don't have to deal with it. Ignorance is bliss, right?

Is it blissful to remain ignorant of colon cancer? A heart defect? A man stalking your children? I sure want to know about those things. Why? So that I can deal with them and face them and live!

The Bible says that every person is dead with out Christ. Spiritual zombies. Walking around and shopping and pulling weeds and riding roller coasters but all dead and nasty on the inside. The question is: do you believe that?

Reality is that God determines what's real. People can ignore it or deny it or say with arrogant indifference, "I dunno", but reality doesn't change.

And when I accept that Jesus died and lay in that tomb on Saturday and walked out of it Sunday, I have a new reality to deal with. I have to face the consequences of that reality. And with that reality comes something really difficult: Questions.

"If God is good, then why _____.?"
"Why did my baby die?"
"Why is God silent?"
"Why did my marriage fail?"
"Why did so many people, children, babies die in (insert your favorite historical horror)?"

It's easier to say, "I don't know" or "There is no God so the answer is 's*** happens'".

If the tomb was empty, then I have a problem that only God can fix. If the tomb was empty than the whole wide beautiful world has a problem that only God can fix. And He's not real keen in the suggestion department when it comes to fixing what's broken. He does it His way and we either conform to His reality or stay broken.

I have a reality that my life is not my own. That I must decrease and Jesus must increase. I must die to myself and allow Christ to live through me. And part of me would rather not deal with it. It's easier to be lazy, lustful and proud. But that's not reality. It's a lie. Because it's not easier to be those things, is it? Because those things kill and I want to live. They destroy everything and a life that builds something good out of that which is broken.

I believe. And I'll face all that comes with that. Because the alternative is to look into that empty tomb and just turn and walk away. To look into the face of a man who says He's God and then proved it by what He did. To see glimpses of a life more abundant and joyful and real that I could ever imagine and simply say, "Oh, I don't know. I think I'm doing ok on my own."

Give me questions with no good answers, please. I'd rather live real life. And I'd rather start today.

Sunday

time again

I believe this is my longest stretch without a blog. Nothing deep or spiritual, I just have been busy and haven't blogged and don't really have a reason - I was just doing other things. But I think it's time to blog again.

This morning at church I am subbing for a brother and teaching Sunday School for the adults. They asked me to teach something on raising children, disciplining children. Not discipling, disciplining. So it's on to Proverbs we go. It is amazing the wealth found in those 31 chapters and for the next two weeks we're going to mine a teeny but of it and see what we come up with.

For certain: children need discipline and it is the parent's responsibility to give it. What truth there is in Proverbs 23:24:

"The father of godly children has cause for joy.
What a pleasure to have children who are wise"

Our kids are 5, 3 and 1 and we can already see this reality. Lord, help us raise wise children! Because honestly, without Him, there's not going to be a lot of wisdom. I'll let you know how it goes!

Monday

delight

I thought I would juxtapose the previous post. Famous verse:

Psalm 34:7 "Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart."

I don't think I've ever heard it preached but I've sure talked about it with a lot of people and it often ends up that people go at it backwards. They have desires and they want them fulfilled so they read this verse and think, "Ok. To get what I want I need to delight myself in the Lord." so they work on that and basically miss the whole point.

I was using this really cool tool I found called the Visual Thesaurus and here's what I found: pleasure, happy, enjoy, revel in, gives extreme pleasure, source of happiness. Some of the root of the word is where we get our word delicacy. So let's unwrap that a little.

I had to ask myself the question(s):

Do I enjoy the Lord?
Do I take pleasure in Him?
Do I revel (like a dog rolling in the grass) in the Lord?
Does He make me happy? Laugh? Jump up in the air?
Is Jesus the source of my happiness?

Think about that. I mean the Westminster shorter catechism says that the chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever. Do I do that? Enjoy God?

I teach about Him. I trust Him. Rely on Him. Pray to Him. Cry out to Him. Ask Him to help me. I revere Him. Fear Him.Know Him. Love Him. But do I enjoy Him?

Lots of people tell me in great wisdom to enjoy my children while they are little. We have a 5, 3 and 1 year old so there is lots to enjoy. And I do. I simply take pleasure in them. In holding them, smelling their hair, kissing their bellies and pretending the tractor plowing the cornfield is a T-Rex. They are a great source of happiness in my life and in Jenny's. I laugh and smile and feel happy when I am with them.

So David in this Psalm tells me to delight in the LORD. All caps. That's Yahweh, "I AM". The one true God. Delight in Him. Take pleasure in Him. Let Him be the source of my happiness.

Dare I say it... David says to feel happy with God. Feel pleasure in Him. Yes! You can't delight without feeling something. And God ought to make me feel happy. I ought to take joy, delight in Him. If I am delighting in Him, if He is truly the wellspring of my mood, my happiness, my enjoyment, then I don't think I'm going to care about whatever other desires I had before I was enjoying God. He will outshine them. It's like using a match to read a book then stepping into the noonday sun. The match can't even cast a shadow in that light. And neither do my desires - whatever they may be - compare with the delight that I can have in God. I can enjoy Him. And He can be the infinite source of my happiness.

Imagine a church what walked through the day full to the brim with delight in the Lord. A people who were happy. Who rolled in the grass with joy because they have a relationship with God. Wow.

So today I will delight in the Lord. I will take pleasure in Him. He will be the source of my happiness and I will have a run with my tongue out and roll in the grass kind of of joy in walking with Jesus today.

Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say rejoice!

Wow. Now I have to stop blogging and translate "The Cross: God's Solution to the Sin Issue" into Spanish. And I'm going to revel in it!