Monday, August 1, 2016

Throw Yourself A Convention

Two weeks ago, the Republicans held their party convention. Last week, the Democrats held theirs. Maybe this week should be our turn.

If you’re a news and political junkie like me, chances are you were probably following the both conventions like a comic book fan follows Comic-Con -- except instead of jumping with joy over the new Justice League trailer, you probably watched the convention speakers with a mixture of anger, sadness and contempt.

It’s very easy to put politicians and candidates on a pedestal they have no business being on. We either put all our hopes and dreams in them (or their plans) or we treat them like the harbinger of the apocalypse.

But there is a truth many of us forget about, myself included, in the midst of an election year, the 24-hour news cycle and an increasingly hyper-politicized culture: The President of the United States cannot fix your life or mine.

Donald Trump is not going to wave a magic wand and deliver a job to your doorstep. Hillary Clinton is not going to come over to your house and help pay your tuition bills.

Look, don’t get me wrong: politics are important. Presidential elections are important. We should care. We should be informed. We should be engaged. And we should be able to discuss the political issues that face our communities and our nation with friends and family members without it devolving into a fistfight.

You can vote for whoever you want, or vote for nobody at all.

But after the elections are over, you are still responsible for your own life -- regardless of who wins.

A couple of weeks ago on his radio show, Dave Ramsey said people should buy some red, white and blue streamers and confetti and throw themselves a convention in their living room. It’s actually a good idea.

You are the only one who is going to fix your life,” he said. “None of those people have affected my life anything but negatively by taking my freaking money... Your destiny is in your hands. It’s not in the hands of Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump. Thank God!”

Thank God, indeed.

If you’re looking to experience real hope and change for our own lives, we have a better chance of finding both in own living rooms instead of in Cleveland or Philadelphia.

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So what would a “John/Jane Smith Personal Convention” look like? We can look to the actual party conventions to get an idea.

These are the two main functions of party conventions that can help us guide our own: 1) they nominate the person who will be the standard bearer for their party and 2) they decide on what will be in their party’s platform (the set of goals that will guide them moving forward).

Who will be the leader of your life?

Psalm 121:1-2 says, “I lift my eyes toward the mountains. Where will my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.”

In a contest between myself and God for control of my own life, it’s no contest at all. There is no one else I would rather put my trust in than God. No one else comes close.

Whenever I choose to run the show for myself, I find a way to mess it up. Whenever I put my too much hope in someone else, I end up disappointed. And when my hope is in Jesus, I don’t have to stress over who is in the White House.

I’d rather humble myself and follow Jesus’ lead in everything instead of trying to do it all on my own. We let him chart the course, and then we take our steps in faith.

What will be your personal platform? What are your own personal goals and objectives?

A career change. Repairing your relationship with God. Finishing your degree. Saving for a future home.

We all have to choose what our priorities and goals will be and set a game plan for accomplishing them. No politician is going to do that for you or your household.

Something to remember: Proverbs 19:21 says, “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”

Don’t just build your platform on your own. Spend some time seeking God and asking those close to you to determine what will go into your own personal platform.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

God Loves Us Too Much To Leave Us Alone

“The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” 
– Deuteronomy 31:8

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I’ve tried running away from God. I’ve been angry with Him. I’ve questioned and doubted His plans. I’ve been frustrated with Him. I’ve wanted nothing to do with Him.

And yet, in the midst of all of those times, I learned something valuable about God and who He is: God loves me too much to leave me alone. He stays. He remains. He’s faithful, even when I’m not, and He waits until I’m ready to turn back to Him so that we can start over again.

He cares about us too much to leave us hurting and bitter and broken and empty. He loves us too much to let us go through it – whatever “it” is, big or small – by ourselves.

He loves us too much to give us what we want at the expense of what we need. He loves us enough to say “No” sometimes. It doesn’t mean He’s not good. It doesn’t mean He doesn’t care. It doesn’t mean He’s not able. It means there’s another way. A better way. His way. I don’t always get it – at least not in the moment. In fact I usually don’t. But I’m not asked to “get it” – I’m asked to trust Him.

He loves us as we are, wherever we are in life. But He also doesn’t want us to stay there. And that means in the same way that God doesn't leave us alone, we shouldn’t leave God alone, either.

And just like God is continually pursuing us, we should never stop pursuing Him. God doesn't leave us alone, so why should we leave Him alone?

Philippians 4:6 says “Don’t worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.” Hebrews 4:16 adds: “Let us approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us at the proper time.” (emphasis mine)

We have an open invitation to come to Him with everything – from our praise to our pain; from our questions to our requests; from our doubts to our thanks! If you're a Christ follower, you serve a God who is deeply personal, intimate and approachable – not some detached deity.

Got questions? God wants to hear them. Feeling angry? God wants to hear it. Need guidance? Ask God for it. And don’t stop asking until you get answers! Be the kid in class that doesn't stop asking questions. God can handle it. He wants to handle it. Life is better when our stuff is out of our hands and in His.

I’m glad that God, despite my own emotions and failings and doubts, still won’t leave me alone. He is still there. He still cares for me. He still loves me. He still wants my heart and my trust. He still wants me.

And those truths keep me running back to Jesus, asking Him to soften my heart a little more each day. To help me have a little more faith today than I did yesterday. To help me just keep my eyes fixed on Him and not on anything else.

God won’t leave us alone. And we shouldn't leave Him alone, either.  

Friday, March 25, 2016

What's So 'Good' About Good Friday?

I used to wonder sometimes why we called Good Friday, well, “good.” I mean, on the surface, it just didn’t seem very “good” at all.

In the span of about 24 hours, Jesus was betrayed by one of His own disciples and deserted by the rest before being sentenced to death and crucified. At the time, things weren’t looking very good at all. I’m pretty sure the disciples weren’t thinking there was anything good about this. I can imagine they were filled with fears and doubts, sadness and shame.

Not exactly what I would call a banner day.

Jesus wasn’t the only person being crucified that day. There were two other criminals who were led away to be executed with Him, one on His right and the other to His left. They both probably witnessed a lot of these events unfold throughout the day: from the crowd's call for Jesus’ death and Pilate’s failed attempts to release Him to Jesus being beaten and mocked mercilessly on the way to the cross. But they both responded to Jesus differently.

Criminal #1, after looking at all this and hanging on a cross next to Jesus, says: “Aren’t You the Messiah? Save Yourself and us!”

It appears that he was looking for a “Get Out Of Jail Free” card; a bailout from this pain and the situation. There’s no sign of remorse for his own actions. He sees Jesus potentially as some sort of genie who can wiggle him out of this jam and didn't seem to see his own need for grace. His heart was hardened, right to the end.

Criminal #2 responds to his companion's comment: “Don’t you even fear God, since you are undergoing the same punishment? We are punished justly, because we’re getting back what we deserve for the things we did, but this man has done nothing wrong.”

He acknowledges that he is in the wrong. He acknowledges Jesus’ innocence. He sees what is happening. And then he turns to Jesus and pleads to Jesus for one thing: “Jesus, remember me when You come into Your kingdom!”

Before moving forward, there’s a truth here I don’t want us to miss: We are the criminals in this story. 

I struggle with this truth sometimes, to be honest. I think a lot of us do. We like to compare ourselves to other people and think we’re doing pretty well for ourselves. We’re pretty good at convincing ourselves that we’re pretty awesome.

But we are all in the same predicament. We are all broken people who have fallen short and made mistakes. We are all sinners who have missed the mark. We are all facing a death sentence. And we are all in need of a Savior.

The way Jesus responds to Criminal #2 should give all of us hope: “I assure you: Today you will be with Me in paradise.”
Before all of this went down, Jesus asked “Father, if You are willing, take this cup away from Me — nevertheless, not My will, but Yours, be done.” He was anguishing over this decision to face not only death, but the excruciating pain that came with it.

But if He hadn’t gone through it, those two criminals never would have never met Jesus or had the opportunity to have their lives changed. They would not have been able to see who Jesus was.

Criminal #2 didn’t do anything to deserve grace. And that’s the whole point -- we can’t earn our way to grace. We can’t earn God’s mercy. It’s a gift, the only gift that can save us all. Good Friday is good because we see God’s goodness, grace and mercy in full display.

In Romans 5, the Apostle Paul wrote that “When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners. Now, most people would not be willing to die for an upright person, though someone might perhaps be willing to die for a person who is especially good. But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.

Jesus endured the pain, the humiliation and the cross on that day because of His love for those criminals, and for us. Good Friday proves that no one is too far for God to reach, no matter who they are, where they are or what they have done.

And Jesus’ death isn’t the end of the story. Three days later, He rose from the dead to prove once and for all that He really does have the power to bring us from death and into life, as well. To restore what was lost. To forgive us and give us a new life to live.

There wouldn’t be an Easter Sunday without Good Friday. The Gospel, which means good news, wouldn’t be the Gospel if Good Friday didn’t happen.

That’s what makes Good Friday so good.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

The 14.4 Minute Challenge

When it comes to math… well, let’s just say math and I are not on good terms. There’s a reason I’m a writer and not an architect or an engineer.  

But sometimes, simple math can reveal to some profound truths that can put things in perspective. 

For example: there are 1,440 minutes in a day. Multiply that by 0.01 and you’ll get 14.4 minutes.

In other words, 14.4 minutes equals one percent of each day.   

That realization changed things for me. The “I don’t have time” excuses I had been making started to melt faster than a snowman plopped on South Beach in July.

“I don’t have time” is one of the biggest lies we tell ourselves. We do have time. We just have to fight for it.

Am I really telling myself that I don’t have 14 minutes and 24 seconds, one measly percent of my day, to spare for the things I say are important to me? Am I really cutting myself that short?

And then I started to think about how different my days would look if I spent just one percent of each day on the things I said were important to me.

What if I started setting aside the first 14.4 minutes of each morning to read a little bit from my Bible?

How many more words would I get written or how many more books would I read if I spent 14.4 minutes during my lunch break writing or reading something instead of spending it on social media?

How much healthier would I be if I spent the first 14.4 minutes after I get back from work going for a walk or a jog or a bike ride around the block?     

I’m going to go Al Pacino from Any Given Sunday on you for a second. In that movie he gave one of my favorite movie speeches of all time, talking about how life – and football – is a game of inches, and that those inches can make the difference between winning and losing, living and dying. Those inches – those minutes and seconds – are everywhere, all around us, and we have to fight for them.

Likewise, we have to fight for those 14.4 minutes that we often tell ourselves we don’t have because, whether we feel it or not, those minutes are there.

Maybe spending one percent of your day on something doesn’t sound much or nearly enough to accomplish what you want to accomplish, or change what you want to change.

But here’s the thing: one percent won’t be enough to change everything, but it will change something. I’m no math wizard, but I do know that something is always better than nothing. And that little something could lead to something more later on.

Those 14.4 minutes, and how we use them, are where we get started. 

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The 14.4 Minute Challenge: Pick one thing – running, writing, Bible study, painting, anything! – and for the next month, set aside 14.4 minutes of each day to do it.  

Thursday, January 7, 2016

No Vacancy

“In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that the whole empire should be registered. This first registration took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. So everyone went to be registered, each to his own town. And Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family line of David, to be registered along with Mary, who was engaged to him and was pregnant. 

While they were there, the time came for her to give birth. Then she gave birth to her firstborn Son, and she wrapped Him snugly in cloth and laid Him in a feeding trough — because there was no room for them at the lodging place.” – Luke 2:1-7

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I know we’re already a few weeks removed from Christmas, but there’s still a part of the Christmas story that has stuck with me past New Year’s and into 2016: I still find it hard to imagine how Jesus, the savior of the world, was born in a feeding trough. I’m still baffled that He ended up being born in a place that was probably the filthiest and least sanitary place in the entire town of Bethlehem.

Why there? According the Luke 2:7, it was because there was no room for them at the lodging place. It was full, a ‘No Vacancy’ sign probably plastered to the front door. There was no place for Mary and Joseph anywhere in Bethlehem, so they had to settle for a filthy manager and rest Jesus in the same contraption that goats and sheep eat out of.

No one in their right mind today would think that these conditions are suitable for anyone to be born in, let alone Jesus. Yet God allowed it to happen, probably to show us something even more important.


We don’t know if there was an actual innkeeper, as depicted in countless numbers of Christmas plays over the years, who turned Mary and Joseph away from the ancient Israel version of Holiday Inn. But for some odd reason, I've thought a lot about this hypothetical innkeeper over the Christmas season.

The question that stuck with me is this: If this innkeeper did in fact exist and did turn Mary and Joseph away because all his rooms were booked, did this person ever realize what they missed out on being a part of?

This innkeeper probably wasn’t a bad guy. For all we know, the conversation could have gone something like “Hey folks, I’m really sorry but I’m completely booked. I don't have any rooms available. Every place in town is probably completely filled, too. There is a barn with a manger down the road that might have some room. Good luck!”

He probably had no idea about Jesus, who He really was or that His birth would be one of the most important events in the history of the world. Yet, in this scenario, the innkeeper missed it simply because he didn’t have any space to spare.

Throughout the holiday season, I thought I had become a lot like this innkeeper. I filled my life with so much stuff that there was no space for Jesus anywhere. Sorry, Jesus. I have all these final projects for school to do and this huge story I have to finish for work and all this Christmas shopping to do and all these friends to visit and oh my goodness, look at the time, I gotta go but we’ll catch up later, okay-thanks-bye! 

We make a huge mistake when we post a big ‘No Vacancy’ on the doors of our lives when Jesus is knocking, because we will miss out on something really special and not even realize it. We miss out on Him.          

Back to the manger and the feeding trough for a second. Jesus entered the world in, literally, the messiest situation imaginable. Imagine how chaotic that scene must have been: the pain Mary must have felt while giving birth while goats and sheep and camels were milling about nearby, the smell of a filthy barn thick in the air.

If the innkeeper had opened up any space in that lodging place, not even a guest room but maybe even the kitchen or the laundry room or any room, Jesus probably would have been born at that lodging place instead of being placed in a feeding trough.

Mary and Joseph weren’t looking for a presidential suite at the Ritz-Carlton; they just wanted an open door.    

Jesus cares about you more than He cares about how messy or crazy your life is at the moment. He will come into the messiest, craziest, and most chaotic situations imaginable – if we allow Him to. We don’t have to turn Him away or wait until we clean things up before letting Him in.

In 2016, I want to make sure there is always room for God to come in and work in me. I don’t want to wait until the ‘perfect’ time to do so. There is no such thing as the perfect time and if we wait for it, it'll never come. I don't want to miss out on what He wants to show me because I didn't think I had any room left to spare. 

I’d rather have Jesus be in the middle of everything that’s going in my life, no matter how messy I think it is or how embarrassing it might be, than shut Him out altogether. 

He is the only one that can truly bring about lasting change and a lasting peace, and He can only do that when I take down my ‘No Vacancy’ sign and let Him in.