Sunday 8 July 2018

SSS: Cue Card from Heaven


Time for some “behind the scenes” of how things work here at Shed the Sunday School Glasses. I usually produce a new post once every three to four weeks, barring no earth-shattering catastrophes or overloads with other projects. This usually means I’m arbitrarily throwing words at a page and hoping they’ll stick at least a week or two in advance, taking the last few days before the post goes live to edit.

That hasn’t happened this time. This time, draft one is happening on the Wednesday before the post goes live and edits are happening on Saturday.

Now some of you are probably wondering why that’s a problem. After all, four days seems like plenty of time to write a short post like this, even with other writing projects on the go. But trying to cobble something together just before a deadline has never been my style. I’m a planner, and I’ve always tried to space out my work so that I’m not rushing the finished product.

The main reason I put off starting this time around is I kept waiting for a streak of inspiration. Usually, I find writing these Second Sunday Switch-Ups easier than the standard story posts. These posts don’t normally require a lot of research or reading; they’re more an opportunity to write randomly about some topic of interest. That’s not to say I’ve run out of topics – I have a list saved on my phone – it’s just that none were jumping out at me this time.

It’s like I was waiting for a topic to come up in conversation that I wanted to write about. Or maybe that I’d come across something at work that made me think, “Yeah, I could give my take on that.”

What I really could have used was a cue card dropped from the sky saying, “Write about ____________.”

This isn’t the first decision, let alone the most important, where I’ve wished for an answer on divine stationary. I remember going to a college and university fair in Grade 11 or 12. At each booth, the student representatives would ask, “So what do you want to study?” and I’d say, “I don’t really know yet,” and they’d say back, “That’s okay. You still have plenty of time to figure it out.” At every booth.

But as that “plenty of time” started to run out and I had to settle on a school, I found myself paralyzed into indecision. I had tried to keep my options open by applying to way too many schools. But like with choosing a topic for this post, the deadline was now a few days away and nothing was jumping out at me. I didn’t know which school to say “Yes” to. I wanted that cue card from heaven with the “right” answer. I wanted to know God’s will for my life!

That’s something we talk about a lot as Christians. We desperately pray that God would show us what He wants us to do. That He would point us in the right direction of what job to get and who to marry. That He would drop a cue card from heaven with how our lives are supposed to play out. But I’m not always convinced that’s how God works or that He’s got one specific plan for every single one of us.

He does in some cases. When Paul writes to Timothy, he describes himself as “an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God” (2 Timothy 1:1). God dramatically interrupted Paul’s life and set him on a totally new course – from Pharisee to apostle – and I’m sure God works in similar ways in people’s lives today. The unexpected calling to be a pastor or a vocational missionary comes to mind.

But in many cases, I don’t think God always sets us on such a particular path. When we’re presented with two good options about which way our life might go and we ask Him which is right or best, He often says, “Yes.”

You see, when the Bible talks about God’s will, it rarely talks specifics. Paul writes, “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18). Notice how there isn’t anything there about career paths? There is an all-encompassing side to the will of God that we are to do right here, right now, in all our here’s and now’s.

Of course, there’s more to His will than these three things. There’s also involves loving Him, loving others, serving those in need, and a whole bunch of other important stuff. But again, none of these things are about specific vocational callings; they are about God’s calling for us in whatever vocation we find ourselves. They are about doing His will regardless of our current life circumstances.

Please don’t misunderstand me. We still have to make decisions, and prayer should still be our top priority in that decision-making process, even if He doesn’t make give us an obvious answer. But maybe we need to get away from trying to zero in God’s will for me and focus more on knowing and doing God’s will, period.

If God does have a specific plan in mind that will change the course of your life, you can bet He’ll let you know. But until He does, don’t sit around waiting for the cue card from heaven. Listen for His voice? Absolutely, but don’t let that stop you from living your life, pursuing the dreams He has given you (vocationally or otherwise), and above all, serving Him where you are!

It’s not the best metaphor, but this post wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t stopped waiting for inspiration. Life will pass you by if you wait around for a cue card that’s never going to come. And if we aren’t careful, looking out for that cue card might distract us from doing what God has revealed of His will.

Sometimes, you just have to sit down and write – to walk forward and act, knowing that He is with us and will keep us on track.

Amazing the inspiration that comes from writer’s block.

~Brentagious

Sunday 17 June 2018

Genesis 27 - God's Plans Our Way


We’re going to try something a little different today. Instead of just telling a story like normal, this time we’re going to try a script in case you ever find yourself telling a story for Sunday school or if you just have a rainy Tuesday afternoon with your kids. The story is Jacob and Esau. It covers the early events in their lives and is narrated by an older Rebekah looking back. Enjoy!
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REB NARR is sweeping the floor stage left. There’s a chair placed stage right. She’s an older woman, and she’s starting to feel the wear of age. She looks out a window with a hint of expectation but isn’t surprised to see nothing out of the ordinary. It’s been that way for a long time now. She places the broom against the wall and turns to the crowd.

REB NARR: Oh Jacob… When I told my boy he had to run 14 years ago, I didn’t have time to think he might not come back quickly. I was scared for his life. Scared I might be found out. Scared that the things I did to help Jacob might end up hurting him.

REB NARR sighs and looks stage right where REB YOUNG and ISAAC enter smiling and laughing. They are each holding a baby.

REB NARR: I never met Isaac’s mother. He told me he was born when Sarah was old. Ninety years old he said. I couldn’t believe it! And though I didn’t have to wait as long as she did, it was still a long time before God blessed Isaac and I with a son. And of course, then He sent two at once. That was the day I realized God had a sense of humour.

Esau was born first, and already then he was a hairy little man. And Jacob… I suppose Jacob already showed a little of his character then. He couldn’t stand it when Esau got the better of him. And there he was, not even a day old, coming into the world grasping little Esau’s heel.

ISAAC turns left, REB YOUNG turns right.

REB NARR: I’m sad to say it, but Isaac and I each had our favourites. He loved Esau, his firstborn, the boy that would carry on the family line. But I… I had a soft spot for Jacob. When we were waiting for children, God promised that we would have a son and that the older would serve the younger. I think Isaac always tried to forget about that, but I didn’t. And I couldn’t help but love Jacob for it.

ISAAC and REB YOUNG exit. Enter JACOB. JACOB is mixing something in a pot.

REB NARR: Esau was a hunter, Jacob preferred to stay at home. And deep down, I think Jacob resented that he was always living in his brother’s shadow. So when Esau came home one day famish after a long hunt, Jacob took advantage.

ESAU enters hurriedly, looking tired and week. He is dressed in all furs.

ESAU: As he enters, roaring and jovial. Jacob? Jacob, are you in here? Oh good, you’re home. And with food no less!

JACOB: What’s the matter, brother? No luck on your hunt?

ESAU: Takes a seat. Three days I’m out there. Three days of roaming the land and not an animal to be seen! I’ve never seen anything like it! It’s like the moment I stepped outside, the animals fled. They knew that if any came in my sight… WHAM! They’d be dinner!

JACOB: Aside. Fourth hunting trip in a row he’s come back with nothing. To ESAU: It’s too bad. I would’ve liked some meat in this stew, but I guess onions and radishes will have to do.

ESAU: Yes, yes. Next time for sure. We’ll have some rabbit yet! But come on, pour the stew. I’m starving.

JACOB: Ah-ah-ah… Slow down there, Esau. I’m not sure you deserve any of this. As you said, after three days of hunting you have nothing to show for it.

ESAU: You’re saying it’s my fault there’re no animals nearby right now?

JACOB: Slyly. I’m saying I’m the one who’s got dinner for the family…

ESAU: You’re joking. You’re not actually telling me I can’t eat!

JACOB: Of course not. What kind of brother would I be if I offered you nothing?

ESAU: Finally, you’re speaking sense!

JACOB: But if you want some of this, it’ll cost you your birthright.

ESAU: What?!?!?

JACOB: Your birthright. The double share of the inheritance. That special privilege you got for being born half a minute before me. I mean really, what good is that if you die from hunger? Call it an incentive to hunt better next time.

ESAU: Jacob!

JACOB: Shrugs and turns away. It’s your choice, brother.

ESAU looks over at the stew longingly. He’s only barely containing his anger.

ESAU: Fine… Have the dumb birthright. I don’t want it anyways. Now can I have some stew?

JACOB hands ESAU the bowl. JACOB smirks while ESAU storms off the stage.

REB NARR: Of course, Esau didn’t really think that about his birthright. He was angry. Angry Jacob had deceived him, and angry that Jacob had gotten the better of him as he so often did. But things only got worse between the boys. A little while later, I overheard Isaac say he wanted to bless Esau, but first, he asked Esau to go out hunting and make him his favourite meal.   

I remembered the promise God made me. Jacob was going to be a great man, and I suppose I tried to force God’s hand. Because as soon as Esau left…

REB YOUNG bursts onto the stage.

REB YOUNG: Jacob? Jacob, good! Quickly, we have work to do.

JACOB: Confused. Umm… Of course, Mother. But slow down… Why are you in such a rush?

REB YOUNG: Your father is about to bless Esau, but we both know that you should be the one getting that blessing. So quickly now. Gather up two of the goats and we’ll prepare a feast for Isaac he’ll never forget!

JACOB: I’m going to pretend to be Esau?

REB YOUNG: Not if you keep standing there.

JACOB: Aren’t you forgetting something? Jacob shows off his silky-smooth arm. Esau’s got arms like a bear! You can’t even see skin he’s so hairy. How am I supposed to pull this off? Father may be going blind, but I think he’ll notice something’s wrong if he touches my arm and doesn’t feel a rug… Then I’ll be getting a curse instead of a blessing!

REB YOUNG: If it comes to that, let the curse fall on me, Jacob. But right now, just do as I say. We don’t have much time.

 As REB NARR is talking, REB YOUNG starts dressing JACOB in fur and hands him the pot.

REB NARR: I know now that what I did was wrong, but if I may say so, I made Jacob into a convincing Esau. We took bear pelts, goat skins… Anything that would make him look and smell and feel like Esau, we did it. Sure, he still looked nothing like Esau, but Isaac with his failing eyesight wouldn’t have known.

Enter ISAAC as they are finishing up. ISAAC sits in the chair.

REB NARR: When it was time, Jacob was still a little hesitant, but I could see the eagerness in his eyes. He knew that if this worked, he might as well have been born first. So, with pot in hand, he approached Isaac.

JACOB walks quietly towards ISAAC.

JACOB: Trying but failing to disguise his voice like Esau’s. Father?

ISAAC: Looks up, confused. Who’s there?

JACOB feigns innocence. Holds out the pot.

JACOB: It’s me, Father. Your son… Esau. I’ve brought you the meal you asked for.

ISAAC: Suspicious. So soon? How can that be?

JACOB: The LORD your God gave me success.

ISAAC: Still suspicious. Come closer my boy so I can know it’s really you.

JACOB comes closer. ISAAC reaches out his hands and feels JACOB’s arms.

ISAAC: Hmmm… What hairy arms you have.

JACOB: All the better to… blend in with the animals, Father.

ISAAC: Sniffing. And what a smell of the outdoors you have.

JACOB: Forgetting to disguise his voice. I mean, I have been out hunting for your favourite game, and…

ISAAC: Interrupts. And your voice. How soft and… like Jacob’s it is…

JACOB: Trying to hide the nerves. All the better to… uh… Shakes it off. Father, please! Why do you doubt me?
 
ISAAC: Beat. Are you really my son, Esau?

JACOB: Of course I am, Father.

ISAAC: Then let me bless you.

JACOB kneels. ISAAC places his hands on JACOB’s head. Mouths the words of a blessing. After a few moments, JACOB leaves. ESAU enters shortly after.

REB NARR: And bless Jacob Isaac did. Isaac asked God to give Jacob plentiful harvests, to have nations serve him, and to have his brother bow to him. And the whole time he thought he was blessing Esau. So you can imagine his surprise when not a few minutes after Jacob left, Esau arrived with the meal he had made.

ESAU: Father? I’m back, and I have the meal you asked for.

ISAAC: What? Who is this?

ESAU: Esau… Your son…

ISAAC: Trembles violently. Who was it, then, that hunted game and brought it to me? I ate it just before you came and I blessed him – and indeed he will be blessed!

ESAU looks dumbfounded and extremely hurt. ISAAC is bitterly disappointed and exits slowly. As REB NARR talks about ESAU’S anger, he storms off.

REB NARR: …at the time, I remember being glad at how things turned out. Jacob finally got everything I thought he deserved – everything I thought he had coming to him because of God’s promise! But things turned bitter quickly. Esau was angry. Angrier than I’d ever seen him. I guess he finally had enough of Jacob’s digs and tricks. It was years before I could even confess to him the part I’d played.  

REB NARR crosses centre, stands near-ish to the chair.

REB NARR: Jacob had to run after this. We were all scared Esau would do something terrible to him, so I sent Jacob to live with my brother’s family for a while. Laban has been working him hard, but he seems well. And though Esau was mad at first, he’s softened over the years. I know he misses Jacob. He may not say it, but I think he wishes Jacob would come home as much as I do.  

I realize now the problems with interfering with God’s plans. I was so caught up in the promise He gave me, so convinced that God would bless my Jacob that I tried to make it happen myself. But I realize now that how important it is to Let God work out His plans in His way in His time. Sometimes that means waiting. Sometimes this means doing things that don’t make sense to us in the moment. But it is always better to trust Him then to try and make His plans and promises work by ourselves. It will never be as smooth or rewarding that way.

REB NARR pauses. Straights the chair.

REB NARR: Oh well… Too little, too late I suppose. Maybe I can write to Laban and find out if there’s a way I can visit…

ESAU: Calling from offstage as he runs on. Mother? Mother! Come quick.

REB NARR: Esau? Why I was just talking about you. Come in, come in!

ESAU: Laughing. There’s no time, Mother. Jacob’s come home!

REB NARR: Falls into the chair. Jacob? My Jacob? It can’t be…

ESAU: It can and it is! I just came back from meeting him. He’s alright! My brother is alright and he’s home!

REB NARR: How can this be?

ESAU: See for yourself! ESAU helps REB NARR up and starts walking with her offstage. Oh, mother, you won’t believe it. He’s done so well for himself. He has tons of sheep and cattle. You should see the size of his caravan. And his wife! Well, actually, about that…
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I hope you enjoyed that. It'll be a few weeks, but we should be back next time with another Second Sunday Switch-Up. See you then!

~Brentagious

Sunday 13 May 2018

SSS: Boring Testimonies, or Why all our Stories are Important


Tell me if this sounds familiar? “I grew up in a Christian home. I did the Jesus thing for a while, but I never took my faith seriously and kind of walked away from Him. But then, after an experience at church/camp/retreat/etc., God revealed Himself to me. My faith became alive and I’ve been following Him ever since!”

That’s my story in its simplest form, and it’s the story I hear time and time again at youth group, Kidmin, and among my adult friends. It’s a story of a slow drifting and sudden return, but there’s usually nothing all that dramatic about it. No one would make a movie of this conversion and return experience. But for the individual alone with God, that moment was the most important decision of his or her life.

Now, how about this story? “I was involved in some pretty dark stuff. I was living for myself and thought everything was going well, but then one day I hit rock bottom. And at that moment, when my past caught up with me, I heard the still, small voice of Jesus calling me to Him. After that, I put my faith in Jesus, and my life has never been the same.”

What a story! I’ve heard versions involving drugs, alcohol, gangs, prisons, and even worse. These are the testimonies that blow people away and bring people to tears. These are the testimonies that get people to see the incredible, life-changing power of God at work. These are the testimonies, the argument goes, that will truly show people Jesus!

Is it cynical to say the first story sounds boring in comparison?

I’ve thought this, and I’ve had many conversations with people who have thought the same. It’s like those of us who haven’t had a big, dramatic conversion experience are almost embarrassed to share our testimony. It’s this weird disappointment that our story isn’t more interesting, even though we’re grateful deep down that, by God’s grace, our lives never took such a drastic turn.

I know I’m talking to a select group of believers here, but this post is for the Christians who think their testimony is boring. Because I want to reassure you: There is no such thing as a boring testimony.

Let’s start by dissecting what it means for a testimony to be boring. According to Google’s dictionary (oh how I wish I still had access to the OED), boring means “not interesting, tedious.” Synonyms include “dull, repetitive, unimaginative, and uneventful.” Therefore, a boring testimony is one that’s similar to everybody else’s and where nothing interesting happens. I would argue that no such testimony exists.

Gotquestions.org defines a Christian testimony as “where Christians relate how we came to know the God of the Bible through the moving of the Holy Spirit in our hearts. Most commonly, we are sharing how we became Christians by God’s miraculous intervention and work in our lives through specific events…. Though we can include specific information about how we came to accept Christ as Savior, these details should not be the focus of our testimony. The focus should be about the death, burial and resurrection of Christ…. [It] should also include the ways in which the Lord has worked in our lives to sanctify us for His service.”

Let’s break that down. A testimony is about 1) How we became Christians, 2) How our story emphasizes Christ’s death and resurrection, and 3) How God has continued to work in our lives to bring us into a deeper relationship with Him and use us in His work.

The problem with the summary stories at the beginning of this post is that they are deliberately vague. Our testimonies may take the same form as that of other Christians, but our individual stories are all unique. Why? Because we are all unique and our set of circumstances are each unique. No one else has lived your life. No one else has experienced what you have. No one else has seen God work in exactly the way you have. Your story is interesting because it is the unique expression of how God has worked in your life.

We must remember, however, that though the focal point of your testimony is your life and experiences, you are not actually the main character. That is God. A testimony is the story of what God is doing among His people. It’s about His death and resurrection that brings new life and transformation to all who believe. To say a testimony is boring is to say God’s work is boring.

Now some of you might be thinking, “That’s not what I meant. Of course my story is unique, but the way God has worked in my life isn’t nearly as interesting as how He’s worked in someone else’s life. I don’t see how my slow, personal journey with God could ever affect someone.” In other words, maybe our issue isn’t “boringness” but “boringness by comparison.” We’re back to which would make the better movie.

What fascinates me about this argument is we think the “best” testimonies are those where people first go through lots of struggles or experience a lot of pain. And to some degree, the Bible agrees that these stories are powerful. Forgive me if I’m stretching context a little bit, but in Romans 5:20-21, Paul writes, “Where sin increased, grace increased all the more, so that, just as sin reigned in death, so also grace might reign through righteousness to bring eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”

Where there is more sin, there is more grace. The reason these big, dramatic conversion stories cut so deep is that we are seeing God’s grace in a real and powerful way. He is willing to take even the most miserable of sinners and transform them into people committed to His Word and growing in His likeness. We celebrate these testimonies because they so powerfully reveal God.

But in the very next verse, Paul writes, “What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? By no means!” (Romans 6:1-2). We are not to deliberately sin so that we can experience God’s grace more, but the same applies to our testimonies. If I may reword this verse: “What shall we say, then? Shall we regret not having a testimony filled with more sin, more pain, and more spiritual death so that others could see God’s grace more? By no means!”

It says a lot that most of the people I’ve heard complain about boring testimonies are people who supposedly have a boring testimony. It is the people who have experienced rock bottom and consequently have experienced God’s grace in an incredible way who actually praise the “boring” testimony. They see God’s grace at work because of how He kept others from falling into deep sin. In fact, I’ve heard people with a so-called “exciting” testimony envy those who did not have to go through what they did.

We never know how our stories are going to affect the people who hear them. Imagine a testimony night where one of each kind of testimony was told. One person in the room might be deeply moved by the story of how God brought new life to someone extremely distant from Him. Another might be encouraged to hear their experience repeated by the person who once did Christian things, walked away, and has now become a fully committed believer.

There is no such thing as a boring testimony because every testimony is the story of God at work. Each story is different, and different kinds of stories will reach out to different people in different ways. That’s good! It is our differences that make us strong, whole and interdependent as the Body of Christ, and that includes how we came to know Christ.

So please don’t think your testimony is boring. Don’t compare your story to others because when you’re sharing your story, it’s not really about you. Your testimony is sharing the ongoing story of God’s work in the lives of His people, and what He does is never boring.
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That’s all for today. Just a quick note about the next post. Due to vacations and still needing to complete all my work writing on time, there’s going to be a slightly longer gap than normal before I’ll be able to write one of these again. So stay tuned for some sort of story on (hopefully) June 17!

~Brentagious

Sunday 22 April 2018

Matthew 7:24-27 - Rocks, Sand, and Storms


When I was in Grade 4, we went on field trip to a bird watching park. I’ll be honest: I remember barely anything about the park or the birds except for one thing. Towards the end of the trip, one of my friends went out into a field. It must have been super rainy the day before because that field was muddy. So muddy that my friend’s feet actually sank into the mud.

That’s when another of my friends decided to be a hero and went into the field to save him, only to get his feet stuck in the mud too! I guess this is when our teacher noticed something was wrong, so she went into the field. She was able to free my two classmates, but not before getting stuck in the mud herself. I have no idea how she eventually freed herself, but I do know we all avoided any kind of mud for the rest of the trip.

It’s funny because when we looked out into that field, it didn’t look like it would try to drag us deep into the earth! It looked like a regular old field. My friends wouldn’t have run out there if the ground didn’t look sturdy.

But looks can be deceiving. Ground can look great when the sun is shining and the grass is green, but often we don’t realize the danger until the rains come. That’s when backyards get flooded, fields get muddy, and foundations start to fail.

Jesus told a parable about this, but SPOILER ALERT, He wasn’t actually all that concerned with giving people construction advice. Yeah, He talked about building houses, but His point was that the truths and ideas we build our life on need to be strong and secure. Otherwise, we’ll sink into the mud like my friends.

So let’s take a look at this parable. My version is a little bit longer than Jesus’s, but it makes the same point as His.

There were two brothers named Jim and Steve. Jim and Steve had lived together practically all their lives. They shared a room growing up, and when they went off to college, they even rented an apartment together for a while.

But Jim and Steve were about as different from each other as you can imagine. Jim was all about enjoying life. He loved to hang out with his friends and have a good time. You could often find him on a summer afternoon playing a game of soccer, relaxing at the beach, or throwing a party for the neighbours. But Steve – Steve knew there was more to life than games and partying and relaxing. He worked long, hard days, and though he would take time to relax with his friends and his family, Steve always made sure he got his work done.

After many, many years, the two brothers decided it was time they each find new places to live. Jim was finding their old apartment too small for all the parties he wanted to hold, and Steve was getting married in a few months, so it was time to find a place where he and his wife-to-be, Linda, could live comfortably.

So they went on the house hunt. They went all over town, but neither of them could find a place they wanted to live. After a week of looking, they both came home dejected and without new homes. Finally, Jim said to his brother, “This is ridiculous! You can’t find a house, I can’t find a house. What does a guy have to do – build his own house?!?!?!?!”

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Steve replied, “In fact, I saw this beautiful lot up the hill that would be perfect for building!”

“Up on the hill!” Jim cried. “Why would you want to build up there? The ground is solid rock!”

Steve shrugged. “Rock is strong,” he said.

“But you’re about to start a family!” Jim said, “You want your kids growing up around rocks? If I were you, I’d build on the beach!”

“The beach?”

“Yeah, the beach is great. There’s tons of room to move and build sandcastles. And you and your wife could wake up every morning to a beautiful sunrise over the lake!”

“That does sound kinda nice…” Steve said, smiling, “but I just don’t think it’s smart. Besides, we’d have a great view from the top of the hill!”

“But think of the parties!” Jim groaned.

“Parties?”

“Yeah! Beach volleyball, BBQ’s, frisbee in the lake. Your place would be the greatest social hub for miles in any direction.”

“Parties have always been more your scene, Jim,” Steve replied.

“Well, then maybe I should build my house on the beach!”

“I’m not so sure that’s a good…”

“Too late, brother,” Jim said, eyes shining. “You snooze, you lose. Build your house on the rocks! I’m gonna build my place on the sand!” And before Steve could say anything else, Jim was rushing off to the lumberyard to pick up supplies.

The next few months were insanely busy as the two brothers designed and built their dream homes. Jim’s beach house was a monster of a place. It was this tall two story house with a loft overlooking the main floor. He put windows all over the house so no matter where people were, they could see the beautiful beach. It was gorgeous, a mini-mansion, and Jim had a massive party to celebrate when his house was finished.

As for Steve, his house was far more practical. It was a one-story home with a beautiful kitchen and large rec room for his future kids to play in. While there weren’t any beaches, Steve’s house was built firmly on the rock of the hill. It was no place for massive beach parties, but Steve was still proud of his home.

Some time passed. Jim’s house quickly became THE place to be to have a good time. Steve and Linda settled into their new home, away from the hustle and bustle of the beach. They would visit Jim every once and a while, but usually on the nights Jim hadn’t invited half the city over for a party.

On one such night, Steve looked out one of Jim’s massive windows towards his house on the hill and saw that the sky was looking pretty nasty. There were some dark, scary-looking clouds moving in – the kind of clouds that looked like they were going to dump an ocean’s worth of rain on the earth.

“Jim, you seeing this?” Steve asked.

Jim looked up from the fridge where he was grabbing a drink. “The clouds?” he responded. “Yeah, they’ve been working there way here all day. You think it’s going to storm?”

“Probably.”

“Oh, this’ll be awesome!” Jim cried. “You remember how much I loved watching storms as a kid? The thunder, the lightning, the power!!”

“I remember,” Steve said quietly.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” Jim said, concerned. “We used to watch storms together all the time, but you were never scared. What gives?”

Steve paused for a moment and looked at Linda. She knew what was worrying him and simply nodded. “Jim,” Steve said, “Why don’t you come back to our place for the night?”

“What? Why?”

“Well,” Steve said, fiddling with the bottom button of his shift, “This storm looks like it’s going to be pretty nasty, and your house here isn’t the most… stable…”

Jim groaned. “Oh, not this again!”

“Jim, I’m only…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Steve! You always try to ruin my fun. This is gonna be the storm of the century, and I’ve got front row seats for it!”

“But the sand…” Steve tried again.

“The sand isn’t going anywhere, and neither I am!” Jim said firmly. “You can toddle off home to your house in the hills, but I’m going to enjoy myself tonight.”

Steve looked at Linda and shook his head. There was nothing they could do but go and pray Jim would come to his senses. But with the clouds looking darker and darker, Steve and Linda rushed home.

They weren’t even home a minute before they started hearing the rain start to fall. It was only a few drops at first, but within a few minutes, it was pouring. Rain crashed against their windows and pelted their roof. It poured and poured and poured, but because Steve had built his house on the rock, that house stood firm. It wasn’t going anywhere.

It took another few minutes to reach Jim’s place. He settled into his cozy chair, grumbling that Steve didn’t know what he was talking about, and waited. Soon, the rain began falling on his house too. A few drops at first, then harder and harder until it was pelting down on Jim’s place as hard as it was at Steve’s.

At first, Jim loved it. The power of the rain excited him. But then he looked out the window and saw the waves on the beach. They were growing big and powerful. Then he heard a crash. A bowl had somehow slid off a counter.

That’s weird. Jim thought. That bowl wasn’t anywhere near a counter edge. But then Jim saw lots of things on his counter were sliding. It was like one side of the house was sinking and now everything was slanted! That’s when Jim heard a crack behind him. One of the walls behind him was starting to split in two.

Jim wasn’t enjoying the storm anymore. Now he was just plain scared. He rushed to the front door, shoving it open because of how strong the wind was. He knew going out into this storm wasn’t safe, but staying in the house wasn’t any better!

Why didn’t I just listen to Steve! Jim thought. He rushed into the pouring rain, no idea what he was going to do… and was shocked to see a car in his driveway. The car flashed its lights. Jim ran towards it and saw Steve sitting in the front.

Steve quickly rolled the window down. “Get in,” he yelled, and Jim didn’t argue. He whipped open the passenger door, slid into the car, and slammed the door shut. Steve then carefully started the drive to his house on the hill.

“Thanks for coming back,” Jim said quietly.

“Anytime,” Steve replied.

Jim looked out the back window as they drove away. He watched his beach house slowly sink and split all over the place. One side of the house just plain collapsed. Thanks to Steve, Jim was safe. But his house… Well, Jim ended up crashing in Steve’s guest bedroom for a few months while Jim found a new place to live. And when he did, he made sure his new place wasn’t built on sand.

You know, sometimes we get really excited about ideas that aren’t wise. They might sound fun and exciting at first, but after we follow through with them, we realize those ideas were unsafe or just plain wrong.

When Jesus told this parable, He had just finished a really long sermon where He shared with His disciples and a whole bunch of other people how they should live. That’s when He said, “Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock” (Matthew 7:24-25 NLT).

Like Steve, when we build our lives on the truth of God, we will be able to stand firm against any storms that life throws at us. We will know what is true and won’t be deceived by lies. But Jesus continued, “Anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse like a mighty crash” (Matthew 7:26-27).

There are all kinds of people in this world who will tell you things that they say are right. And some of those things will sound good. But just because the ground looks secure doesn’t mean you can’t get stuck in the mud. Just because something sounds good doesn’t mean it is.

We are to build our lives on what is true, and what is true is Jesus. He says, “I am the way, the truth, and the life” (John 14:6). His teachings can be difficult to understand sometimes, and we may not always follow them perfectly, but when we build our lives on God’s truth, we will stand firm through any storm.

~Brentagious

Friday 30 March 2018

Matthew 26-27 - Victory


Whether you’ve heard the Easter story a few times this week or you’ve never heard it before, I hope you’ll pay attention to this one. The day Jesus died was the most important moment in history. The Jewish leaders thought they had gotten rid of somebody who was causing them lots of trouble. Satan thought he had defeated God’s own Son! The disciples were scared out of their minds, hiding out of fear they might be next.

But as we hear the story of the events leading up to Jesus’s death, I hope we’ll remember one thing: God wasn’t surprised by any of this. I’m sure it broke His heart to watch people hurt and kill His Son, but He had the most incredible plan in mind to save us. And while everything that happened that Friday looked like a defeat, God knew differently.

But to tell us what happened that day, I want to introduce us to a Roman centurion named Placius. A centurion was a military commander back in the days of the Roman empire who was in charge of 100 soldiers. Placius was on duty the night of Jesus’s arrest… But I’m getting ahead of myself. I should probably let him tell you the story!
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Right… well, as our narrating friend said, my name is Placius. I’ve been stationed all over the empire, even as far north as what you call France. But the day Jesus died, I was right at the heart of the action. I hadn’t been stationed in Jerusalem long. Pilate, the governor in charge of the city at the time, had called in some extra soldiers to help guard the city during Passover.

You see, Passover is one of the biggest Jewish festivals each year. It brought way more Jews into the city than normal, and Pilate was afraid that if too many of them gathered together, they might start a riot. So, to keep the peace, he called in some reserves. I was one of centurions called in.

I remember when all the trouble started. Some of the Jewish leaders and priests started gathering a group of men to arrest somebody. As much as they could arrest anyone, at least. The Romans were the ones with the real power, but the Jewish leaders would sometimes hand out punishments for people who broke their laws. We – the Romans, I mean – didn’t mind too much, so long as the punishments didn’t get out of hand.

Given Pilate’s fears, I decided to take some of my men and go along with the group. I figured it would help having an “official presence” there to remind them not to do anything foolish.

The whole time we were walking, I kept waiting for them to start trouble. Which building are they going to burn down? Is this all a cover-up to assassinate Pilate? But it was nothing like that. I just kept hearing one name over and over: “Jesus.”

Again, I was new to the city, so I didn’t know much about Jesus, but I did know He arrived earlier that week to celebrations. The people had thrown down their coats and waved palm branches and cried out like He was their champion. That hadn’t made Pilate too happy, but Jesus hadn’t caused us any trouble.

I guess the Jewish leaders didn’t see it that way though. There had to be some reason they were sending a mob after Him! So I asked around, but nobody could give me a straight answer. People said things about Jesus “causing trouble” and “riling the people up,” but nobody could tell me anything specific He’d done wrong.

Regardless, I knew I had to stay with the group. I didn’t want any of their anger towards Jesus, however undeserved, to “accidentally” spill over to burning down Jerusalem’s walls or something.

We finally came to a place just outside the city, an olive garden called Gethsemane. There were 12 people standing there, though most of them looked pretty tired. The guy leading our group – Judas, I think his name was – he said he was going to point out which one we were supposed to arrest by kissing him on the cheek.

And that’s how it began…

Judas kissed Jesus. Some of the mob went to grab him. One of the other men with Jesus pulled out his sword and sliced somebody’s ear off. Then Jesus got mad at the guy defending Him!!! He says, “Don’t you realize that I could ask my Father for thousands of angels to protect us, and He would send them instantly? But if I did, how would the Scriptures be fulfilled that describe what must happen now?” (Matthew 26:53-54 NLT).

All I could think in that moment was This guy is crazy! I was no Jew. I wasn’t even sure I believed in God. But here Jesus was saying that God would send angels to protect Him and that He was fulfilling prophecy?!?

But then He did something amazing. With a whole bunch of angry men surrounding Him, Jesus stooped down, picked up the ear that had been cut off and placed it back on the man’s head. That’s right – Jesus healed the man’s ear! There was no blood or scar or anything. It was like it had never been cut off!

There was no waiting around any more, though… The mob was getting restless, so they marched Jesus back to the house where the Jewish leaders and priests were meeting. Given all the excitement so far, I figured I’d better stick around to make sure nothing else got out of hand.  

You could tell the Jewish leaders didn’t like Jesus. Almost all of them were scowling and shooting Him dirty looks. There was a lot of yelling and laughing at His expense. But for the longest time, I wasn’t sure they were going to get anywhere.

You see, a bunch of people were accusing Him of stuff, but just like with the mob, nobody could agree on anything. They had these wild, crazy stories, but you could tell it was all nonsense. And Jesus just stood there silently the whole time. Finally, two people came forward and said Jesus had threatened to destroy the Jewish temple and that He would rebuild it in three days.

I leaned forward at that – Destroying the temple would not be good. We’d have a bunch of angry Jews on our hands, and then that riot Pilate was worried about really would break out!

The high priest, the priest in charge of all the others, demanded Jesus answer, but He still stayed quiet. Then the high priest asked Him a totally different question: “Are you the Messiah, the Son of God?” And Jesus finally broke His silence:

“You have said it. And in the future you will see the Son of Man seated in the place of power at God’s right hand and coming on the clouds of heaven” (Matthew 26:64).

I learned later what this meant. Jesus had basically said that He was the Saviour the Jews had been waiting for for years. But more than that, He said that He wasn’t just God’s Son. He was God Himself! And for the Jews, this was a big deal…Their law said that if anybody claimed to be God, the punishment was death.

The high priest cried out in rage. He even tore his clothes he was so upset! With all the tension in the air, I was still worried something was going to burst soon! But there was one problem. You see, the Jews lived under Roman rule, and they couldn’t execute somebody without Roman approval. So they brought him to Pilate.

Pilate interviewed Jesus for a while, but no matter what questions Pilate asked, he just couldn’t see anything wrong with anything Jesus had done. He kept saying, “But He’s innocent! He’s done nothing deserving of death!” But no matter what Pilate said or the solutions he tried to find, the mob just shouted louder and louder, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!”

My hand tightened on my sword hilt. I sent one of my soldiers to warn my commander that we might need some more troops. This was getting ugly fast, and Pilate realized it. If he let Jesus go, the Jews really would rebel. The shouting got louder, the crowd started moving forward….

Pilate closed his eyes and shook his head. He walked over to a bowl of water, washed his hands and said he was innocent of Jesus’ blood. He was basically saying, “You are responsible for what happens to Him now, now me.” Then he gave into their demands.  

I don’t like to remember what happened next. It wasn’t pretty. When someone is condemned to be crucified, the punishment doesn’t begin on the cross. It begins with a beating before hand. And Jesus… well, He got it bad.

When they finally finished beating Jesus, they led Him through the city. He was in terrible pain, but the soldiers still expected Him to carry His cross to the place where He would be crucified. But finally, after a long walk and a lot of help, He made it.

The soldiers nailed Jesus to the cross. They raised it in the air. They crucified Him.

I wasn’t there for this part. I had been scheduled to guard the temple, so that’s where I stayed. But I can tell you this: Around noon that day, the sky went dark. This wasn’t a solar eclipse or anything. Darkness simply covered the world. People were scared. Then, a few hours later, I heard a cry. A cry of deep sadness and agony, and yet somehow of peace. Jesus was dead.

And then…

From behind me, I heart a ripping sound. I rushed into the temple courtyards, and though the priests wouldn’t let me into the actual building, I could see what was happening. The curtain they had at the back of the temple was being torn in half. That curtain was tall and thick, but there it was, tearing like it was paper. It was like God Himself was ripping the curtain from top to bottom.

Then the earth shook. I had never experienced an earthquake before. It felt like the entire planet was going to break apart. I saw rocks around the courtyard split into pieces. It was like creation itself was mourning that Jesus had died.

I even heard later that people who had died were walking around the city that afternoon. Godly men and women had come back to life! As if Jesus’ death had reversed death itself!

When the earthquake subsided and sunlight finally returned, I stared up at the hill where Jesus had been crucified. Tears rushed to my eyes. In the last 24 hours, I had seen so much pain, so much hate, so much confusion. But at that moment, I knew one thing for sure. I turned to my soldiers and said, “This man truly was the Son of God!” (Matthew 27:54).

I have thought back on these events many times, and I remain convinced Jesus was innocent. I remain convinced that He really was the Son of God, the Saviour. And not just of the Jewish people, but of us all. I remain convinced that evil did not win the day Jesus died. Despite all the horrible things that happened, the victory belonged to God.

Why can I say that? Because the last time I saw Jesus was not when He was led away from Pilate’s court about to be crucified. A few weeks later, I saw Him. He wasn’t a ghost or a phantom. It was totally, truly Jesus! He was alive again, and that clinched it for me. He was innocent, He is God, and He is now my Saviour!
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Jesus’s death on the cross seemed like a defeat. It seemed like the end of God’s great plan. It seemed like everything Jesus had been working towards would have been broken.

But God was not the one defeated that day. Jesus had died, but His death is what saved us. When Jesus died, He took all our sins on Himself. Every bad thing we’ve ever done and ever could do was placed on Him so it was like He did it instead. He was punished so we wouldn’t have to be. And when He died, all those bad things were done away with forever.

Not only that, but because Jesus died, death itself has lost its power. We know this because people came back from the dead when He died, and Jesus Himself came back to life a few days later. When God raised Jesus from the dead, it proved that Jesus won the victory over sin and death on the cross!

When we confess our sins and believe that Jesus died in our place, we are forgiven. Our sins are wiped clean! As a result, we can live with Him forever after we die, but more importantly, His death and resurrection mean we can have a relationship with Him now! The curtain has been torn from top to bottom. God doesn’t live in a temple anymore! Like we learned two weeks ago, now He lives in us!

What looked like God’s defeat was really His greatest victory – a victory over sin and death so we can have a relationship with God again. And that is the greatest news in the world!
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Thanks for tuning in, all! I was going to post this on Sunday, but I figured it fit better today. But don’t you worry – we’ll be back to Sundays again in three weeks for another story! See you then!

~Brentagious

Sunday 18 March 2018

House Hunters: Divine Edition


How many of you have ever seen those house selling shows on TV? They’re a weird kind of show. Basically, a camera crew follows some people around who are looking to buy a house that’s so spotless that it looks like nobody’s ever lived in it. And then the people hmm and hah and try to decide what they’re going to do, even though we all know that SOMEBODY’S gotta buy the house by the end of the episode.

One of the main house selling shows that I’ve seen is House Hunters. A couple is looking for a house, their real estate agent shows them 3 options, and then they choose one at the end. Now the main version of the show takes place in America, but there’s all kinds of spinoffs now. I’m telling you – the people who started this show must be rich!

There’s House Hunters International for people moving outside the States. Then there’s Tiny House Hunters, for people who want to buy an entire house that’s smaller than your bedroom. There’s House Hunters renovation – where the couple buys the home and then renovates it. And my personal favourite: Island Hunters! Where instead of choosing between 3 houses, a super rich couple choose between 3 islands!

There’s a whole bunch of other spinoffs as well, but what we’re talking about today is my own little spinoff: House Hunters – Divine Edition. You see, there are 3 different places where the Bible says God has chosen to make His home with us. Now I know what you’re thinking, But I thought God lived in heaven! That’s true. God does live in heaven, but one of the amazing things about God is that He is omnipresent.

“Omnipresent” is a big fancy Latin word that means God is in all places at once. He isn’t limited to being in one place at one time like we are. So because God is omnipresent, He can be everywhere all the time. But the Bible tells us about 3 places where God chose to make Himself obvious and easily accessible to His people. And in typical House Hunters style, we’re going to take a look at those 3 places today! Cue the theme music!
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Option #1: The Tabernacle (Exodus 40)

First off, a little history. Some of you will know the story of when the Israelites were slaves in Egypt. God sent a guy named Moses to free the Israelites, and after a long, complicated back-and-forth between him and Pharaoh (the king of Egypt), they were finally allowed to go free.

After that was the Red Sea, when God split the waters in two so the Israelites could walk across on dry ground. And eventually the Israelites came to a mountain where God gave Moses the Ten Commandments. But while they were there, God also gave Moses instructions on how to build His first special home on earth.

This building was the tabernacle, or the tent of meeting as it was sometimes called. The tabernacle was the first place God specifically set aside so where the Israelites could meet with Him, learn from Him, and worship Him. Even after the Israelites finally settled in the Promised Land, the tabernacle was the place they were supposed to meet with God.

Now when I say it was a tent, I literally mean a tent. No, God wasn’t camping. Remember, the Israelites hadn’t settled in their new land yet. They were still traveling around, going wherever God led them. They didn’t have any permanent buildings, so it makes perfect sense that God would make His first home something that could be moved easily. It would have been pointless to build this beautiful, elaborate building only to leave it behind a few months later.

Of course, there was slightly more to the tabernacle than just a tent. There was also a courtyard around the tabernacle that was surrounded by a fence. And inside were some very special objects. There was an altar to make sacrifices to God, a lampstand, a water basin, a table with special bread on it, and the ark of the covenant.

Each of these objects had a specific role in worshipping God. So for example, the lampstand was used to light up the tabernacle, but also to remind Israel that God is the true light who helps us find our way. The ark of the covenant held the Ten Commandments, but it was also kind of like God’s throne. He wouldn’t actually sit on the ark because God doesn’t have a body, but this was where God would speak to the Israelites from.

When the Israelites finally finished constructing the tabernacle and all its parts, the Bible tells us a pillar of cloud came over the tabernacle and the glory of the LORD filled it. Even Moses couldn’t enter the tabernacle at first because God’s presence was so real and obvious there (Exodus 40:35). As long as the cloud that was God’s glory was in the tabernacle, the Israelites stayed put. But when the pillar of cloud moved, the Israelites knew it was time to pack up and follow.

So for a while, this is where God made His home among His people. But eventually…
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Option #2: The Temple (1 Kings 6-8)

You might remember we talked about Solomon a few weeks ago, the incredibly wise king of Israel. Well, Solomon’s father, David, got it in his noodle that since Israel had now settled and built up a bit of a kingdom, it was time that God had a more permanent home among His people. But when David made the suggestion, God told him no. God would let a temple be built soon, but not yet. That would be Solomon’s job.

And that’s exactly what happened. 4 years into Solomon’s reign, he began to build a beautiful temple for God. Like the tabernacle, there were very specific measurements he had to follow and everything had to be built from very specific materials, but the result (after 13 years of building) was gorgeous! Those special items from the tabernacle also found their way into the temple because they were still used for worship. But one of the really important parts about the temple was its different rooms.

First, there was the outer courts. This was a courtyard area outside the temple where all the people could gather to worship. Then there was the inner court, another courtyard area with a bunch of the special items. The inner courts were important because this is where the people would make sacrifices for their sins.

Then there the temple building itself. The front part of it was called “the Holy Place.” Only priests were supposed to go in here, and like in the tabernacle, they would perform special acts of worship for God. But at the back of the Holy Place was a large curtain which separated the back part of the room for the rest.

Behind the curtain was “the Holy of Holies.” This was like where the ark of the covenant was in the tabernacle. No one was allowed to enter here except for the high priest (the highest ranking of all the priests), and even he could only enter once a year after performing a whole bunch of special ceremonies.

This makes the temple a bit of a tough building for us to understand. On the one hand, the temple was great because God was choosing to live among His people. But on the other hand, there were a whole bunch of rules and rituals surrounding the temple that meant the people couldn’t interact with God directly. The priests could talk to God on behalf of the Israelites, but people like us wouldn’t have been able to go any closer than the inner courts.

There was still something missing. God lived with His people, but they couldn’t have much of a relationship with Him. Which is why…
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Option #3: In Us!?!?!!? (1 Corinthians 3:16)

So stick with me here. First, God lived among His people in a tent. Then He moved into the temple, a more permanent structure. But after Jesus died and rose again, Scripture tells us that God has a new home. Paul says in 1 Corinthians 3:16, “Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple? Don’t you know that God’s Spirit lives among you? (NIrV)”

What was that? Paul says that we are God’ temple? His Spirit lives inside of us? How does that even work?

To be honest, I’m not 100% sure myself. But I can tell you what it isn’t. It’s not like God separates a little part of Himself and puts it in us. And we do not become part of God because He is living in us.

Remember, God is omnipresent. He is everywhere, but just like He chose to make Himself known and obvious in the tabernacle and the temple, He now chooses to make Himself known and obvious in us. Not physically, like with smoke, but in how He makes us like Him!

You see, when we believe in Jesus and God sends His Spirit to live in us, we start to become more like God. Our character becomes like God’s character. Because He lives in us and is loving and kind and patient, He slowly starts to make us more loving and kind and patient.

Not only that, but by living in us, He gives us the power to do anything He calls us to do. Why? Because He will be the one doing it through us. He is everything we need to do everything He puts before us.

When we believe in Jesus, God makes His home in us. The tabernacle and the temple meant God lived with His people, but He was still separate from them. But Jesus fixed that separation so we could have God live in us – which is exactly how we were always created to live! This is what’s so great about Easter. Not only did Jesus forgive our sins, but He made it possible for us to live like we were meant to live – in perfect relationship with God!

But what exactly changed this? Why did God choose to move out of the temple and come to live in us? Well, you’ll have to come back in two weeks to find out. Because this Easter, we’ll be talking all about what happened the moment Jesus died and how it changed everything!!!

~Brentagious