I Love How You Love Me

Dear Old Friend,

We began this New Year with a gaping hole in our hearts.  Our beloved dog, Quiz, developed serious health issues and, despite our best efforts, he declined to the point that we felt it was cruel to allow him to suffer any further.  As you know, I’ve lost many loved ones over the years, so I know grief, and I can tell you, death is death and grief is grief.  If you genuinely loved a pet, the grief you feel is real and deep.

We knew from the moment we found him that Quiz was God’s gift to us.  We initially believed that we rescued him, but we soon came to see it was the other way around.  Our mutual quirks and eccentricities fit together like a hand and glove.  We were made for each other.

When you and I were growing up, there was a song called I Love How You Love Me.  I’ve concluded that song title is spot on.  What we all long for is to find a love where those words are true.

In an earlier letter I wrote to you about meeting Quiz for the first time.  He had been abandoned as a puppy and wandered the streets, trying to survive.  All he wanted was to be loved; but, he didn’t think it would ever happen.  For awhile after he came to live with us he still wasn’t too sure; but once he finally believed we loved him, he melted.  The difference was dramatic!

He wanted nothing more than to be with us.  When we had been out and returned home, he wagged his entire body in greeting.  He was a snuggler, and loved to nuzzle his head into us.  When we were together in the living room he liked to sleep with part of his body touching one of us, preferably lying on our feet.  If either my husband or I were upset, he always sensed it and came to bring us comfort.  Our love for Quiz transformed him, and his love for us did the same.

Knowing that you are truly loved changes you!  Of course that makes me think about God.  He knows that we creatures are like that, because he created us to be that way.  The original idea was that humans would always feel God’s love and we would respond in kind.  The cycle of reciprocated love was intended to be lavish and uninterrupted.

But sin messed everything up until we came to the point where we believed God could not possibly love us.  We thought that he saw us as unworthy and unlovable; but the fact is that his love for us had never changed.  He loved us so much that he sent Jesus to show us that love, and then he sent the Holy Spirit to continually remind us of that love until we truly believe it. 

Fully and finally allowing ourselves to believe and accept God’s deep, unconditional love for us—to love how he loves us—transforms us in the same way Quiz's acceptance of our love transformed him.  As Romans 8:38-39 says, not even death can separate us from that love.

I find comfort in that.

Love Always,

Bonnie

Grace-Filled Resolutions

 

 

Dear Old Friend,

I hope your Christmas was filled with family, love and laughter!  My husband and I celebrated on Christmas Eve, since he had to work Christmas Day.  We had a good dinner and then watched Christmas movies together. 

I got up before dawn Christmas Day, loaded my car with presents and headed to my son’s house so that I would arrive before the kids woke up and started the gift opening frenzy.  As it turned out, it was an hour and a half after I got there before they woke up!  The first one up was Granddad, then Nana dragged herself out of bed, after staying up until 3:00 a.m. wrapping presents; so, it was the grandparents who sat around chatting and drinking coffee waiting for the children and parents! Who would have thought?

The day was delightful; lots of games to enjoy with my precious grandchildren, many toys to assemble and video games to be played; and the festivities ended with a scrumptious Christmas dinner. A blessed family time!

Now, with Christmas behind me, I am looking ahead to the New Year.  I don’t know how you feel about New Year’s Resolutions, but I have decided to put an end to the annual cycle of determination and failure.  Last year I came up with a once-and-for-all list that I think of as my “Grace-filled Resolutions”.  I wanted to share them with you:

1.        Fearlessly cultivate an awareness of your daily sinfulness.  Be brutally honest about your pride, judgment of others, unkind thoughts and words, short-temperedness, impatience, selfishness, self-righteousness, greed, self-pity, lack of faith, lack of trust, irreverence, etc.

2.       Boldly go to God with that painful awareness, with no excuses or false promises to change, and humbly thank him for loving and forgiving you unconditionally every single day because of Jesus’ sacrifice which covers it all, even though you deserve nothing but his condemnation and wrath.  Then gratefully bask in his love.

3.       When you find yourself wanting to treat others the way “they deserve”, remember what you deserve and how God loves and forgives you over and over again, and respond accordingly.

4.       When you fail at #3, and you will, repeat #2; for the rest of your life.

No matter what the New Year holds, I can face it with the peace that comes only from knowing and accepting God’s matchless gift of grace.

My prayer, dear friend, is that you, too, will know that peace!

Love Always,

Bonnie

Let it Go?

Dear Old Friend,

My daughter sent me a quote which her pastor posted this week: “The type of Christian you are depends on the Christ you believe in.” She loved it and so do I; but, due to the time of year, I have given it a holiday twist: “The type of Christmas you have depends on the Christ you believe in.”

I’m starting to wonder if it’s time to hand Christmas back to the pagans from whence it came.  Apparently the Pope changed the festival of Saturnalia, which was held between December 17 and 23 and incorporated the winter solstice, to Christ Mass, because he thought it was preferable to replace the popular celebration with something Christian rather than attempt to do away with it altogether. 

I’m not one of those people who object to Christmas on the basis of its pagan roots; but, I’m fast becoming one of those people who object to Christmas because, on the whole, it has nothing to do with the Christ I believe in.

Practically everyone I know has, by now, overextended themselves financially, physically and emotionally.  The exhaustion and stress have taken their toll.  The goal seems to be trying to prove our love, goodness and worthiness by what we do during this one season and  what we give on this one day of the year.  

Expectations are being worn on sleeves everywhere. Hearts are waiting to be crushed; hopes dashed; relationships ruined.  Will we feel loved or unloved when we see what we have been given?  Will what we give to others be enough? Will our offerings be accepted or deemed contemptible?  The pressure not to fail is intense.

Many people believe in a Christ who is waiting to see what they have to offer him. He is a lot like Santa in the song Santa Claus is Coming to Town. They think he is watching them when they are sleeping and when they are awake to see whether or not they are measuring up, and they know they had better watch out!  The type of Christmas I described above accurately reflects the Christ they believe in.

 

The Christ I believe in was sent to this earth specifically so that we would never have to worry about measuring up again.  God saw our desperate need to be loved and accepted and he understood our deep sense of unworthiness.  In his mercy, he sent his son to our world to be for us what we could not be; to give what we could not give; and to love us with a love which can never be taken away.  Christ met every expectation on our behalf.  We have nothing left to prove. I want a Christmas like that!

But Christmas seems to have become the antithesis of that and I wonder if there’s any way to turn things around?  I’m afraid it’s too far gone.  Should we just agree to call it Winter Festival, and let it go?  

Many biblical scholars believe Christ was actually born around the Feast of Tabernacles in autumn; some say it was in the spring. Maybe we could choose a new date and just start over, making the celebration of the birth of our Savior one which has nothing to do with trying to prove anything to anyone.  Maybe its hallmark could be forgiveness and reconciliation instead.

But, because we are human and so badly in need of a Savior,  we would most likely distort that day, too, wouldn't we? I guess I'll just pray for grace to make this Christmas reflect the Christ I believe in.

Blessed Christmas, my friend!

Love Always,

Bonnie

The Creche and the Cross

Dear Old Friend,

I put up my Christmas yard decoration this past weekend. 

 

My husband made it years ago, to my specifications, and I love it because I think it tells the whole story.  As I was dragging it out of the garage this year, I thought about how we usually get the story wrong.  Humanity’s situation was so desperate that the Creator of the Universe Himself had to come and save us!  Unfortunately, we humans have typically misjudged the nature of our problem and have looked for a different kind of savior to meet different needs than what God had in mind.

That reminded me of an experience I had with my grandson this summer.  My son had to cut his grass and asked me if I could come down and keep his four year old occupied while he got the job done.  I was delighted, of course!  We played happily, until we began a game of Go Fish.  My grandson had very definite ideas of how the game should be played, and his plan involved me letting him win, primarily by allowing him to cheat. When I didn’t agree to his plan, he got quite upset and announced that he was not going to play with me anymore; then he hit me!  When I told him in no uncertain terms that hitting me was unacceptable, he decided he would take this matter to his father. 

In my grandson’s mind, he was going to tell on me and I would be in trouble.  He misjudged the situation.  He thought he had one issue, but his father saw a bigger picture, and addressed a different problem, the need to respect Grammie. The sad four-year-old was sent to Time Out to ponder the fact that the trouble wasn’t outside of him, it was within.

Around the time of Jesus’ birth, the Jews were calling out to their Father, telling him of their tribulations under the Romans.  Their expectation was that he would hear their cry and the Romans would be in trouble.  But God saw the bigger picture and addressed the deeper need; not someone to save them from the Romans, but someone to save them from themselves. 

We all turn to God with our felt needs: More money, better health, a nicer spouse, obedient children; and he reminds us that he has always had the bigger picture in mind, and that our true need could not be met simply by teaching us important moral lessons or rescuing us from our enemies or by giving us the things we believe we need to make us happy. 

He knew all along that our real need was for God himself to come and enter an earthly mother’s womb; then, to be born and to perfectly live an entire human life; and to die a human death, so that his perfect life and death could be credited to us. To speak only of sweet Baby Jesus in a manger presents a disjointed story which can keep us from seeing the bigger picture. Because of our great need, God, our creator, had to be born, live and die so that we could be reborn, into the family of God.  That’s the complete story of Christmas.

I never get tired of that story!

Love Always,

Bonnie

Sorry Isn't Good Enough

 

Dear Old Friend,

As you are well aware, there are many wonderful things about being a grandparent! One thing, which I might not call "wonderful", but perhaps "interesting", is that I have gained a perspective which comes only after getting some distance from the all- consuming process of taming your children to a point where you can safely release them into polite society without suffering total humiliation. 

This grandmotherly perspective has given me the ability to watch with a measure of objectivity as some of my own questionable parenting choices are passed down from my children to my grandchildren.  For example, I listened as one of my exasperated children repeated something to my grandchild which I had said many times.  The statement was made after my grandson (I can say that without implicating anyone, since all of my grandchildren are boys!) said he was sorry for doing the exact same thing he had done countless times before; several times that very day. His frustrated parent told him, “Saying you’re sorry isn’t good enough! If you were really sorry you would stop doing it!”

In that instant I had two flashes of insight.  I realized the falsehood of one part of that statement, and the deeper truth of the other.  I will start with the falsehood:  “If you were really sorry, you would stop doing it”.  

How many, many times have I done something I knew was wrong, and told God I was sorry?  And, when I told him that, I meant every word!  Often I was desperately sorry, and vowed never to repeat that deed or say those words, or think those thoughts again.  But, I did.  Most of them more times than I can count!  God knew the sincerity of my confession; but he also understood my inability to follow through on the vow.  No matter how many times I came to him with the same sad “I’m sorry”, even in the same day, he accepted my remorse and forgave me. The same thing is true for us all!

As for the deeper truth:  “Saying you’re sorry isn’t good enough”; in light of what I just said about God forgiving me over and over and over again, that sentence appears, at first glance, to be false.  But I was struck with the sudden realization that, if “sorry” truly had been good enough, Adam and Eve could just have said it and that would have been that. 

The truth, from before the foundation of the world, is that “sorry” was not enough.  Wrong had to be treated as wrong.  There had to be consequences for the bad things that were done in order for justice to exist in our world. No one would want a world without justice, where anyone could do anything to someone else with no fear of punishment.  Someone had to suffer the consequences of the wrongs which were committed.

So, God sent Jesus, his innocent son, to our world; born of a virgin, laid in a manger.  And he lived a perfect life and died a sinner’s death, in our place; so that, only because of him, when we say we are sorry over and over again, it is now truly enough.

I wish I had understood that better when my kids were little! Maybe if I share this with them now they will be  able to be more gracious to themselves and to their children than I was.

Love Always,

Bonnie

The Parable of the Two Sisters

Dear Old Friend,

I’m writing this to you Thanksgiving night.  I hope you had a wonderful time with your family.  I know that most of the responsibility falls on your shoulders this holiday, but I hope you were still able to enjoy the day!

I’ve just returned home from spending a lovely afternoon and evening with my son and his family.  I only had a few dishes that I was asked to prepare, and, although I offered my services today, I was set free to have a delightful time with my little four year old grandson while others slaved away in the kitchen.

The parable of Mary and Martha in Luke 10:38-42 crossed my mind a couple of times.  Yes, I said "parable", even though it is a story about real people in a real situation.  A man by the name of Fred Smith used to say that all of life illustrates Bible doctrine, and I happen to agree.  Oftentimes real stories about real people have a deeper meaning than what seems apparent on the surface. 

I am absolutely certain that you would be able to tell me how “The” sermon about the story of Mary and Martha typically goes.  Everyone who has attended church for any length of time has heard it.  It begins by telling us that Martha was too busy worrying about all of the "unimportant" things to be done, while Mary sat at Jesus feet; and, when Martha tried to get Jesus to make Mary help her, Jesus put her in her place and told her that Mary had chosen the right thing, while she had not.  

We are asked to ponder whether we are a Martha or a Mary, with the implication that being a Martha is bad and being a Mary is good. This leaves those who like to serve feeling guilty, while those who prefer to sit around and read feel virtuous.

Then we in the congregation are admonished to be intentional about putting Jesus first in our lives, primarily by having quiet time, preferably in the morning.  And we are encouraged to learn to say “No”, even to seemingly good things, so that our lives will be less busy, and we will have more time to sit at Jesus’ feet.  Right?  You could recite it with me, couldn’t you?

We have a problem, however, if this story was simply intended to be about practical tips for Christian Living.  Hospitality is listed as one of the spiritual gifts and, in real life, Martha was simply trying to be a good hostess, which was the hospitable thing to do.  It would have been rude for her not to do anything for her guest.  

Also, in real life, the right thing for Mary to do would certainly have been to help her sister with “all the preparations that had to be made”.  If both of them had worked together the tasks would have taken half the time and then both of them could have sat down and listened to Jesus. 

It was reasonable for Martha to be upset, because she knew this to be true and she expected Jesus to back her up; and, if this was just a real life story, Jesus would have backed her up.  He would  probably have talked to Mary about how we need to share the load, be sensitive to each other’s feelings and needs, and not just think of ourselves.  He might have pointed out to her that Martha could also have benefitted from sitting at his feet, but that Mary’s selfishness had robbed her of that opportunity.  And, he would have been right. 

So, why didn’t he?  And, what is it that we have missed by telling the story, ad nauseam,  in such a way that we shame all of the real life Marthas for trying to be good hostesses while making the selfish, insensitive Marys the heroines for not helping out?  I believe we have missed the point that this is a parable about works and grace, rather than a practical guide for Christian behavior.

Parable Martha represents all those who live as though they need to do things for God in order to earn his favor; those who believe that they have to have it all together and must work tirelessly in order to prove to themselves, to God and to others that they are genuine Christians.  They worry that if they rest for a moment, they will appear to be displaying a lack of commitment to the Kingdom. They are bothered because they look at themselves and see how far short they fall from what they know they should be and should do.

In that context, Jesus’ response to Martha makes sense, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and bothered about so many things, but only one thing is necessary.  Mary has chosen the good part, which shall not be taken away from her.”

Parable Mary represents those who understand that the “good part” is Jesus.  Not just making him their first priority, but realizing that he is everything; knowing there is nothing they need to or can do for God to earn his favor.  

Jesus has already satisfied every requirement.  We have nothing to prove to ourselves, to God or to others.  God is not looking for a display of our commitment to his Kingdom to be found in our endless good behavior; he is looking for the gratitude and amazement on our faces as we sit in humble awe at Jesus’ feet and finally grasp that when he said “It is finished”, he meant it.  Jesus alone is the “one thing” which is necessary and can never be taken away.

So, I say we need to hear more sermons telling all of the Real Life Marthas it's okay to serve with all of their hearts, souls and might, without shame!  And all of the Real Life Marys should be told to get up off their bottoms and help their sisters!

But, more than that, I think we need to hear more sermons telling the Parable Marthas that they can stop their striving to earn God’s love and approval and allow themselves to become like the Parable Marys who joyfully rest at Jesus’ feet, knowing that, because of what he did, the love and approval they have always longed for is already theirs.

I need to hear that every day! 

Love Always,

Bonnie

Naked

 Dear Old Friend,

Do you remember the Hans Christian Andersen story of The Emperor’s New Clothes?  It’s about a vain king and the two swindlers who decided to take advantage of his vanity.  These swindlers claimed to be able to weave magnificent clothing which would be visible to all who were wise, but invisible to fools.  They put on a great show of fashioning and creating these clothes, which no one could see, since there were no clothes; but, no one in the kingdom was willing to admit that they were unable to see the garments, for fear that they would be exposed to everyone else as the fools they now believed themselves to be.

The charade culminated with the king leading a grand procession through the kingdom, naked, while his courtiers carried his invisible train and the people ooohed and aaahed at the king’s magnificent attire.  No one wanted to confess the truth because of what they believed it would reveal about them; until, finally, a little child, who didn’t have a need to protect his reputation, stated the obvious, “But he hasn’t got anything on!”

 

There’s something about the way Christians have presented the concept of Sanctification that reminds me of this story; and, because I’m old and I’m tired of pretending, I’m finally willing to state the truth:  I’m naked.  And I’m definitely not the only one!  

I have been told my whole life that I not only had to get better, but that I most assuredly would get better as I got older, because I am a Christian and God wants me to be transformed into the image of Christ. To not get better would be the equivalent of either denying the power of God to change me, or admitting that I was choosing to block that power in my life. Fear of acknowledging either of those things has kept me from being honest.

But, the truth is, I don’t see that I’m much better than I ever was. As a matter of fact, I was better at pretending that I was good when I was younger.  The older I get the less able or interested I am in putting forth the effort to hide my faults.  I am still not as loving as I wish I was, I’m still arrogant and I’m still impatient – maybe more now than when I was young! My New Year’s Resolutions to be more generous or thoughtful have fallen by the wayside.  When I take a step forward in one area, I lose ground in another. It’s not that I don’t want to change, I truly desire to be the person I have always believed God wants me to be, but I just don’t see it happening.

I confess that my apparent lack of progress has been a growing cause of concern for me over the years, specifically because, as I mentioned above, I believed that God wanted and expected me to improve, and that he, therefore, must be offering me the power to improve, which must then mean that I have been disappointing him by stubbornly refusing that power, even though I didn’t mean to or realize that I was.  When I was young it was much easier to keep believing in the hope of personal Holiness, that next year or the next I would see real growth; but, at this stage of my life, it seems prudent to explore alternative possibilities. 

I hope that God truly has been working in me and that, in his wisdom, he has hidden his work from me because he knows I would just destroy it by being proud of it if I was aware of it.

But, primarily, my hope rests in the understanding that being “conformed to the image of Christ” (Romans 8:29), or “transformed into his image” (2 Corinthians 3:18), has more to do with the change that happens in my heart as I behold in humble gratitude and amazement what he has done for me—that he has satisfied all of God’s expectations on my behalf and has paid for all of my failures—than it does with outward changes in my behavior. As I continue to look at him and not at  how I’m doing, gratefully accepting my complete and continued dependence on him as my savior rather than expecting that I will need him less and less as I get better and better, I believe that his image will begin to shine through as my own recedes.

I don’t want to keep trying to appear wise and good by pretending to be something I am not.  I don’t want to boast about my own beautiful clothes when I am really naked.  I want to cast my lot as a fool with the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 1:26-31 when he says,

²⁶ For consider your calling, brothers: not many of you were wise according to worldly standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. ²⁷ But God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; ²⁸ God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, ²⁹ so that no human being might boast in the presence of God. ³⁰ And because of him you are in Christ Jesus, who became to us wisdom from God, righteousness and sanctification and redemption, ³¹ so that, as it is written, “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.”  (ESV)

The only wisdom I have is Christ and the only clothing I have or need is the robe of His righteousness. I would be a fool not to admit it!  What boundless relief!

Love Always,

Bonnie