Friday, April 18, 2014

With Every Burial, a Resurrection

Today, I recall Annie Dillard's quote that I wrote about this time last year. She profoundly asks this about Jesus: "Does anyone have the foggiest idea what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it?" I wondered last year what my life might be like if I understood this more fully.

What would happen if I did? What would happen if I lived my life in daily resurrection power? The kind of power that brings dead things to life, parts seas, brings down manna from heaven, heals the blind, walks on water, multiplies meager resources, changes one thing into another, finds treasure in the mouth of a fish, silences the demons, commands nature, cleanses, restores, redeems, renews, protects, provides. . .

Oh, if I did! Seeing my life's problems in the light of resurrection power fills me with a sublime joy. I'm filled with wonder before a Holy God. I'm skirting around the hem of glory, daring to touch a bit of the magic that upholds the universe.

We invoke a power we cannot comprehend
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Easter of 2011, I asked God what has to die in me. I knew powerfully that with every burial, resurrection power comes. I knew that year that something incredible awaits, but it's a passage through death and thorns.

The thorns around the vernal pond showed me this.

Finally, in Easter 2010, I learned that most of all, Easter is about love and grace.

Today is a burial, but a resurrection comes.





Thursday, April 17, 2014

In the Shriveled, Dry Nothing of It

Do you remember the Glorious Homemade Trellis my husband made for me for Mother's Day last year? I love this trellis!


I loved that we picked out peachy-pink colored climbing rose bushes that I just know will one day cover the whole side of the house. We pruned, and three months later, we had beautiful climbing roses (but no blooms yet).



Then, crisp autumn winds and a seventh month winter shriveled the bushes down to nothing. They seriously seemed beyond hope.

Today, I check and find the very first sign of spring growth. How does this even happen in the face of shriveled, dry nothing?


I'm so excited! Keep growing, little rose bush! Grow strong and mighty up the trellis!

I'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Winning Favor

Today I remember that I'm not fighting to win God's favor.

I already have it in full.

I'm approved of, well-liked, and blessed because I've received the righteousness of Christ. God's attitude towards me is one of glorious favor.

In Psalm 90:17, the writer asks, "May the favor of the Lord rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us." I read also in Psalm 84 that "The Lord is a sun and a shield; the Lord bestows favor and honor; no good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless." God bestows his favor and lets it rest on us because in Romans 3:22 we learn that a "righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ." We're blameless and pure, worthy of favor and blessing because of this gift--not by anything we do or don't do.

We don't win it, work for it, beg, or bargain. We have it, and today we believe and receive it.

I wonder how a day goes when we experience the reality of God's favor in our lives. I'm excited to see what happens!