Are We Doing It for Him?

Are we doing it for God

The people wanted to know if they should keep fasting.

The children of Israel had been in exile in Babylon for seventy years. They had begun fasting in the fifth month of the year to commemorate the destruction of their temple.

But God had miraculously moved kings and events to send them back to their land. They started rebuilding the temple, but got distracted. Haggai and Zechariah encouraged them to put first things first and get the temple built.

So a group of men came to Zechariah to ask about those fasts. They were back in the land now and working on the temple. Did they need to keep fasting?

God replied with a question of His own: “Was it for me that you fasted? And when you eat and when you drink, do you not eat for yourselves and drink for yourselves?” (Zechariah 7:5-6).

As I understand, from what I have read, this was not a fast that was proclaimed by the law. It was something the Israelites started doing on their own. Had they started it for the wrong reasons? Were they feeling sorry for themselves and their plight rather than truly grieving over the sin that had caused them to be given over to their enemies?

Maybe, like the Pharisees in Jesus’ day, they fasted and prayed for show. Jesus warned, “Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 6:1-21).

Or perhaps they did start fasting for good and right reasons. But over seventy years, it’s easy to fall into routines and forget why and for whom we are doing them.

The following verses indicate that their ancestors had not obeyed the Lord He had told them:

‘Render true judgments, show kindness and mercy to one another, do not oppress the widow, the fatherless, the sojourner, or the poor, and let none of you devise evil against another in your heart.’ But they refused to pay attention and turned a stubborn shoulder and stopped their ears that they might not hear. They made their hearts diamond-hard lest they should hear the law and the words that the Lord of hosts had sent by his Spirit through the former prophets. (Zechariah 7:9-12).

All the religious rituals in the world will not make up for disobedience, hard-heartedness, and mistreatment of others.

The ESV Study Bible notes on this passage say, “If the people had learned the lesson that the destruction of the temple was intended to teach, and had truly repented and turned from their sins, then they could stop fasting. The temple was being rebuilt. But if they have simply been fasting for themselves all along, then their fasting was a waste of time (p. 1759).

It’s easy for us to fall into the same practices, isn’t it? Maybe we start spiritual routines like Bible reading, prayer, church attendance, and giving, with right hearts that want to grow closer to the Lord, glorify Him, and be used of Him. But in the day-to-day routines, we forget why we’re doing these things and for whom. They just become rituals without meaning.

Or we only do these things because we don’t want to appear unspiritual by not doing them.

Or we think that if we do these things, we’re okay with God, and it doesn’t matter what we do with the rest of our lives.

In Revelation 2, the Lord sent a message to the church at Ephesus. They had been doing well, patiently enduring, weeding out false prophets, and bearing up for His sake. But, He said, “I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. Remember therefore from where you have fallen; repent” (Revelation 2:4-5). They were doing the right things, but they had forgotten their first love.

May we renew our love for Him by remembering His love for us, His character, His greatness, and all He has done for undeserving people like us. May we renew our focus to, “whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God” (1 Corinthians 10:31).

1 Corinthians 10:31

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Laudable Linkage

Laudable Linkage

I don’t understand when people say blogging is dead. There are multitudes of good bloggers out there. Here are a few:

AI Is Coming for Your Systematic Theology as well as other books. The problems with AI-generated books and ways to spot them.

Finding True Identity in an Age of AI. “People turn to AI for lots of things, and I see value in many of the services it provides. It helps organize my scattered ideas into a logical flow. It’s great at suggesting conversation starters to spark deeper connections. It can generate a meal idea from the random ingredients in my pantry and refrigerator. It can even take an existing talk and swiftly build a slide deck. But if we look to ChatGPT to speak into our identity, we begin cultivating something artificial. AI cannot replace personal connection or Spirit-led truth—and it must not replace Christ-centered encouragement. “

Because of Jesus, Our Best Years Are Always Ahead of Us, HT to Challies. “The words ‘finish well’ mean more to me than they ever did, and I am more determined than ever to complete my race to the glory of God. Especially because I know that after the finish line, what awaits us is eternal goodness, glory, beauty, a restored earth, and a depth of relationship with God and each other beyond what we can imagine.”

Courageous Waiting. “We tend to see waiting as a pause in activity. As in ‘I’m going to wait out this economic downturn.’ Or ‘you’ve been added to the waiting list.’ But in Psalm 27, David presents a dramatically different perspective on waiting. I call it ‘courageous waiting‘. Let’s consider David’s mindset in these two verses.”

Weakness as a Canvas: The Anatomy of a Sacred Lament. “Suffering is not a sign of God’s absence, but a unique venue for His presence. What does this look like?”

Fur Babies and Pet Stewardship, HT to Challies. I don’t think I have ever seen an article on this topic, but this brings out some good things to think about.

“Acceptance of the will of God means relinquishment of our own. If our hands are full of our own plans, there isn’t room to receive His.” Elisabeth Elliot

Friday’s Fave Five

Friday's Fave Five

It’s May! Wow, spring is going by fast. It’s nice to pause for a moment on Fridays and look back over God’s blessings from the week with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story, who hosts this beneficial practice.

1. A mall shopping excursion. I have not been to a mall in years. But I had ordered something from a department store online that I wanted to return. I could return it for free at the store or pay a $12.95 flat fee to send it back through the mail. So I went to the store. 🙂 I was afraid they would give me trouble returning it,. because there was nothing wrong with it and it fit fine–it just wasn’t what I thought it was. But they returned it with no problem. Then I went looking around at the multitude of pretty spring dresses. Some of the racks had a sign that said “60% off with coupon.” I heard the sales clerk tell someone else that if they downloaded the store app, they could access the coupon there. So I did that while in the changing room. 🙂 It’s also been years since I tried on clothes in a store, since I buy mine online. I had forgotten how much fun it could be to shop and try on clothes in a mall.

2. Dinner from Sarku. While at the mall, I got chicken teriyaki from Sarku to bring home. Theirs is my favorite, but they only exist in malls, so I don’t get it very often.

3. A Jane Austen-themed Lego set finished this week. I shared about it and some other bookish projects here. (Those who read here regularly, forgive me for mentioning this three time this week. 🙂 Not everyone reads every post.)

Jane Austen Legos

4. Timothy’s birthday party with friends. The week of his birthday was a busy one at church and school, so they waited to have his birthday party this week. I think everyone who was invited came. His parents invited us over afterward to eat leftover nachos and cupcakes and hear about it and see pictures.

5. Family time. Jason and Mittu had asked us to watch Timothy on Friday. I had a couple of appointments, but Jim said he’d be happy to watch him. He found that the Oak Ridge science museums were free that day, so they spent the afternoon visiting a couple. They went to Chick-Fil-A, then came back to our house so Timothy could gather his things. I decided to join them to take Tim back home, them we were going to get some fast food for me, since Jim had already eaten. We ended up staying a while at Jason and Mittu’s house, and she put together a nice impromptu light meal. Plus she had some lemon blueberry bread–or cake–I think from Costco she wanted us to try. It was good! I felt bad about missing out on the afternoon with Tim. But I’m glad we had some family time together afterward.

Bonus: My peonies are popping! It had even more blooms, but I had cut some off to put in a vase. This photo reminds me not to cut blooms from the front!

peonies

Happy Friday!

April Reflections

April Reflections

April sure flew by. Maybe it seemed that way because we only had one week in the month without anything extra scheduled.

We enjoyed a lovely Easter with the family. A good church service, great food, an egg hunt (with money in plastic eggs) for the kids. And Jason and Mittu surprised us with an egg hunt for us, with things they appreciate written on strips of paper folded inside plastic eggs.

We attended a free dress rehearsal of Mary Poppins at the school associated with our church. They offer that as a thank you to the church, plus it gives the cast and crew a chance to run through things in front of an audience and work out any kinks. They did a great job.

Timothy’s birthday was this month. We went out for dinner early so he could enjoy it before a scheduled orthodontist’s visit. Then we celebrated as a family with cake and presents a little later on. The play mentioned above was on his actual birthday, plus he and his parents went on an outing that day. Then he had a party with friends the next week. So he got to spread out his birthday over a couple of weeks. 🙂

Around the house, Jim has been cleaning up the yard, porch, and patio from winter debris. We haven’t planted anything in the flower beds or planters yet–we usually do that around Mother’s Day. We had a bird build a nest in the few inches between our porch light fixture and the wall. If it’s just a nest without eggs, Jim usually takes it down. But this one had an egg when he saw it. Four more were added over the next few days. The baby birds were crowded in! They didn’t stay very long. And what was even more unusual, we didn’t hear them. There’s often a nest on the porch somewhere during spring, and we’ll hear the baby birds chirping as the parents bring them food. But not this time. They left a pretty big mess, though.

Some of the other scheduled things were medical–a dentist’s visit at the end of March, a visit to the sleep center, an eye doctor appointment, and, today, a mammogram and bone density test. Thankfully, they all went well–I hope today’s scans will, too. Plus all but the dentist are once-a-year appointments, so it’s nice to get them out of the way.

Watching

Though we’ve watched a few things, I failed to make note of them. Some were not good nor recommended. We watched a few episodes of Hudson and Rex, a series about a detective and his dog (I guess it was in our “you might like this” queue because we’d watched Sue Thomas, F.B. Eye and Blue Skies, which also featured detectives or agents with dogs). Though the few episodes we saw were clean, we just didn’t connect with the main characters. I don’t know if we’ll get back to it.

Creating

I only made one card this month, for Timothy’s birthday. He’s currently into weather radios, so I came up with this:

weather radio birthday card

The radio and “speech bubble” frame were done with the Cricut. I printed the words from the computer onto card stock, pasted the frame around them, and then cut it out with scissors. I was going to center the words over the radio. But it didn’t look right with the arrow and antennae. So I put the words over to the side. Then I thought of putting a balloon or something in the empty space, but decided not to.

I also put together a Jane-Austen-themed Lego kit that I had received for Christmas. More on that and some other bookish projects here.

Reading

Since last time, I have finished (most titles link to my reviews):

  • True Woman 201: Interior Design: Ten Elements of Biblical Womanhood by Mary Kassian and Nancy Leigh DeMoss (now Wolgemuth) with our ladies’ Bible study. I didn’t review it this time since I did the first time I read it, here. I enjoyed going through it again.
  • The Characters of Easter: The Villains, Heroes, Cowards, and Crooks Who Witnessed History’s Biggest Miracle by Daniel Darling. Excellent!
  • The Gospel Comes with a House Key by Rosaria Butterfield. Mixed emotions with this one. It was good and convicting in many areas, but at times came across too strong. Plus I didn’t quite agree with every little thing she said.
  • All the Beauty in the World: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and Me by Patrick Bringley. After his brother’s death, Patrick needed a change. He spent ten years as a guard at the Met and shares his experiences as well as some observations of the art he came to know so well. I was disappointed by some bad language in this one, but enjoyed some of his thoughts.
  • The Prince of Spies by Elizabeth Camden, the third in the Hope and Glory series, audiobook. Luke Delacroix is a journalist intent on exposing the fraudulent practices of long-time enemy Clyde Magruder. But then he falls in love with Marianne, not knowing at first that she is Clyde’s daughter. Very good.

I’m currently reading:

  • None Like Him: 10 Ways God Is Different From Us and Why That’s a Good Thing by Jen Wilkin with a friend.
  • Life Under the Sun: The Unexpectedly Good News of Ecclesiastes by Hannah Anderson.
  • Blueprint for a Nonfiction Book: Plan and Pitch Your Big Idea by Jennie Nash. This got crowded out by other seasonal reading, but I want to get back into it.
  • God Moments in my Publishing Life: The Making of a Writer and Publisher by Leslie H. Stobbe
  • David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, audiobook, a comfort read for me.
  • Jose’s Zulo by Lou Ann Keiser. Lou Ann and her husband were missionaries in the Basque region of Spain for several decades. I knew her through the support of our church in SC. We’ve communicated for years but never actually met in person. Her debut novel is set in that country

Blogging

Besides the weekly Friday Fave Fives, Saturday Laudable Linkage, and book reviews, I’ve posted these since last time:

  • Sure-Footed Confidence. “The book of Habakkuk might seem an unlikely place to draw inspiration for Easter. But my study from Habakkuk last week gave me food for thought this Easter week.”
  • When People Act Like Jerks. “I thought, ‘Or maybe he’s just being a jerk.’ Because people are sometimes, especially while driving. So what do we do with jerk-like behavior?”
  • What I’ve Learned About Ministry. “Here are some things I’ve learned in nearly fifty years of ministry in and out of church.”
  • Broken Pieces. “If your life is broken, it may be because pieces will feed a multitude.“

Writing

Our critique group is starting another round, with my piece due this week. I’ve had some great, though exhausting, sessions working on it.

Looking ahead

We look forward to planting the flowers beds and planters, Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, a dinner with friends, and a (routine, thankfully) visit with the cardiologist.

How was your April? What are you looking forward to in May?

Bookish Projects

One of my Christmas presents from Jesse last year was this cute little mini reading nook.

Miniature reading nook

It didn’t need painting or putting together–that was already done. Although I suppose I could paint the wooden parts. But for now I’ll leave well enough alone. The only thing I had to do was put these tiny books on the shelf. Here’s an idea of how small they are.

Miniature books

They do have covers of real books, but there are no individual pages.

Another Christmas present, this one from Jim, was a Lego floral kit. I don’t know why, but I just really don’t like the floral ones. So I asked if we could exchange it for a Jane Austen-themed one. He was happy to make the exchange.

However, I hadn’t found time to put it together until now.

If Jim and I aren’t watching TV together in the evenings, I usually read from the Kindle app on my iPad mini. But if we are watching something, I usually use the coloring app on my iPad while we watch. I’ve been thinking for a while that perhaps I could work on this Lego kit at that time instead. I finally did that this week and completed it in a couple of evenings. Here’s the finished product:

Lego Jane Austen kit

I love the details–the bookcase, fireplace, piano, ink stand, and flowers seen through the window. I don’t like the “portraits” quite as much, but, oh well.

Lego Jane Austen kit

The back is supposed to look like a book.

I had fun putting it together and love how it came out.

Some of you may remember a previous bookish Lego kit I completed last year.

Lego book nook

Right now this one is on my desk. There’s not really room for the new one on my desk, so I am trying to decide whether to put it on a bookshelf in the living room or guest room and whether to move this one near the new one or not.

I got this kit two Christmases ago.

It’s not Lego. It seems to be made out of kind of a heavy cardboard. I opened up the instructions and pieces . . .

. . . and promptly closed them back up again. 🙂 This one looks complicated. I may try to lure Jesse (my youngest son) over with dinner one night and see if he’ll help me at least get started on it. He’s always been good with technical instructions–he’s navigated them while helping his dad and brother put things together. Plus he likes to build Metal Earth kits.

When I get this one together, I’ll let you know!

Review: The Gospel Comes with a House Key

In Rosaria Butterfield’s book, The Gospel Comes with a House Key, she advocates for “radically ordinary hospitality.”

For a bit of background, her first book, The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert, tells how she, as an atheist, leftist, feminist, lesbian professor who hated Christians, ended up becoming one. A major tool in her conversion was a pastor who contacted her and invited her to dinner with him and his wife. They didn’t attack her or argue with her–they just discussed their mutual views. She spent two years meeting with them and studying Scripture before setting foot in a church. God slowly transformed her thinking and then her life.

Also, hospitality was a big part of the LGBTQ+ community she had been a part of. Many lost family and friends when they “came out” as gay, and they became family for each other. She saw how hospitality can build bridges and bind people together in the Christian community as well.

She defines “radically ordinary hospitality” as “using your Christian home in a daily way that seeks to make strangers neighbors, and neighbors family of God. It brings glory to God, serves others, and lives out the gospel in word and deed” (p. 30).

“Ordinary hospitality is the hands and feet of Jesus, and it holds people together with letters to prison or hugs. Hospitality reaches across worldview to be the bridge of gospel grace” (p. 208).

The author combines memoir with instruction. She makes several good points, among them:

  • “Those who live out radically ordinary hospitality see their homes not as theirs at all but as God’s gift to use for the furtherance of his kingdom” (p. 11).
  • “The truly hospitable aren’t embarrassed to keep friendships with people who are different. They don’t buy the world’s bunk about this. They know that there is a difference between acceptance and approval, and they courageously accept and respect people who think differently from them. They don’t worry that others will misinterpret their friendship. Jesus dined with sinners, but he didn’t sin with sinners. Jesus lived in the world, but he didn’t live like the world” (p. 13).
  • “Where else but a Christian home should neighbors go in times of unprecedented crisis? Where else is it safe to be vulnerable, scared, lost, hopeless?” (p. 19).
  • “Radically ordinary hospitality is this: using your Christian home in a daily way that seeks to make strangers neighbors, and neighbors family of God. It brings glory to God, serves others, and lives out the gospel in word and deed” (p. 30).
  • “The Christian home is the place where we bring the church to the people as we seek to lock arms together” (p. 32).
  • “Christian hospitality cares for the things that our neighbors care about. Esteeming others more highly than ourselves means nothing less. It means starting where you are and looking around for who needs you. It means communicating Christian love in word and deed. It means making yourself trustworthy enough to bear burdens of real life and real problems” (p. 166).
  • “Hospitality shares what there is; that’s all. It’s not entertainment. It’s not supposed to be” (p. 216).

Rosaria shares many examples mainly from her own family, but also from others. One story woven throughout the book is that of a reclusive neighbor named Hank. It took months of friendly overtures, short encounters, and befriending his dog before he opened up to their family to any degree. And then he was arrested for operating a meth lab in the basement of his house. The Butterfields continued to pray for him, write to him, send books as allowed by the prison, and send pictures colored by the children.

One area of hospitality I hadn’t considered was how befriending such people might tarnish one’s own reputation. When Hank was arrested, some of the neighbors assumed the Butterfields had to have known what he was up to (they didn’t). As mentioned above, Jesus was known as the “friend of sinners” and scandalized the Pharisees by eating with them.

Another topic I had never connected with hospitality was the area of church discipline. She tells of a season in their church when two men were outed for committing grievous sexual sin. One repented, the other did not. When someone persists in unrepented sin, fellowship with them has to be broken–but the point is not to ostracize them, but to bring them to repentance and reconciliation.

We’ve known of situations in other churches where a man has preyed on a woman he was not married to or on a teen. When the situation came to light, it was hushed up lest there be a scandal, and the victim was urged to forgive. But no counsel or comfort was given to the victim. Plus there was no thought of future victims if men like this were not dealt with. It’s much more scandalous to avoid dealing with sin like this rather than to handle it in a biblical way.

Back to Rosaria’s book: there was much to convict me. This is an area where I have failed many times over.

However, there were also aspects of the book I disagreed with. The Butterfields have neighbors and others in their home most nights of the week–in fact, she said it’s unusual to have dinner with just their family. That’s fine if that is how the Lord has led them, but there’s nothing in the Bible that says every dinner needs to include guests. There are times you need to be with just your family to minister to them.

Plus, all her examples seem to be really big. In sharing examples of other people’s hospitality, she mentioned one woman who liked crafts, so she invited some neighbors over to work on projects while they memorized Scripture. She ended up with fifteen ladies coming regularly. Again, that’s fine–in fact, that’s wonderful. But hospitality doesn’t always have to be a big group. It can involve one other person. In fact, some people are less likely to open up in a group setting.

She says her home looks on the outside like a “Christian commune. And we do not believe that this is excessive. We believe this is what the Bible calls normal” (p. 34). I disagree. There was a time in the early church when “all who believed were together and had all things in common” (Acts 2:44), but this is descriptive, not prescriptive. It’s the only place something like this is mentioned. The Bible tells us to welcome the stranger and exercise hospitality, and to be open-hearted and open-handed with each other, but it doesn’t tell us to run communes.

She says things like being a barista and having an Air B&B are “counterfeit hospitality,” but she doesn’t explain why she thinks that.–maybe because people are being paid for those services? I don’t know baristas–I’m happy with my instant Taster’s Choice decaf at home–but a waiter or waitress can either be hospitable or detached as they serve. I think being kind and welcoming in one’s job counts as being hospitable even if one is getting paid.

Some of her statements border on arrogance, like this one: “If Mary Magdalene had written a book about hospitality for this post-Christian world, it would read like this one” (p. 14).

And, her tone comes across so strong sometimes that it’s off-putting.

However I think she does have some important things to say about exercising hospitality. As I said, I was convicted many times over. I loved some of her summations:

Imagine a world where neighbors said that Christians throw the best parties in town and are the go-to people for big problems and issues, without being invited.

Imagine if the children in the neighborhood knew that the Christians were safe people to ask for help . . .

Imagine a world where every Christian knew his neighbors sufficiently to be of earthly and spiritual good (pp. 218-219).

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Broken Pieces

Broken pieces

In a recent Laudable Linkage post, I shared an unfamiliar quote from Elisabeth Elliot: “If your life is broken, it may be because pieces will feed a multitude.

I don’t remember where I saw the quote, and whoever shared it didn’t list the book or program it came from. But I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

Elisabeth is alluding to what we call the feeding of the five thousand (John 6:1-14). As you recall, people streamed to hear Jesus preach. He had compassion on the multitude and asked Philip where they could buy food for the crowd. John tells us Jesus “said this to test him, for he himself knew what he would do.” Philip responded that two hundred denarii ( a denarii being a day’s wage then) wouldn’t be enough to give everyone even a little. Andrew said a boy had a lunch of “five barley loaves and two fish, but what are they for so many?”

What happened then?

Preparation in faith. Jesus had the disciples seat the people just as if they were going to have a feast.

Gratefulness. Jesus thanked His Father for what they had.

Blessing. The account of this miracle in the other gospels say Jesus blessed the food.

Brokenness. The other three gospels also say Jesus broke the bread before passing it out.

Distribution. Jesus gave the food to the disciples to hand out to the people.

Sufficiency. “They all ate and were satisfied” (Luke 9:17).

Abundance. Not only did everyone eat their fill, but there were enough leftovers to fill twelve baskets of broken pieces–enough to feed many more.

We hear a lot of lament these days when people feel they are “not enough.” I always want to say, “Of course we’re not enough!” Paul writes, “Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us” (2 Corinthians 3:5).

But Paul goes on to say, “Our sufficiency is from God.”

When we give what we have to Jesus–whether it’s money, time, counsel, a listening ear, a word in due season, or whatever–and He blesses and breaks it, it can feed many.

We don’t have to wait for perfection. We’ll never reach it in this life.

We don’t have to bemoan what little we have. He can work with it.

We don’t have to compare ourselves to those who have more (time, money, talents, skills, etc.). Jesus commended a widow who gave two small coins because that was all she had.

We don’t even have to wait until we “have it all together”–God can use our incomplete and broken pieces.

And often those broken pieces nourish others, who then minister from their broken pieces, multiplying God’s grace far beyond what we can see.

Paul said he came to the Corinthians “in weakness and in fear and much trembling, and my speech and my message were not in plausible words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power” (1 Corinthians 2:3-4). In his next letter to them, Paul wrote. “He said to me ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is perfected in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly in my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest on me. That is why, for the sake of Christ, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:9-10).

We don’t have to be sufficient. God is. And He can bless and use our weaknesses and broken pieces to minister grace to others.

2 Corinthians 3:5

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Laudable Linkage

Laudable linkage

Some of the good reading found this week:

The Kind of Man It Takes to Marry a Woman with Past Sexual Sin, HT to Challies. “It seems to me that the kind of man who would choose to marry a woman who has been redeemed by God and transformed by his grace, willing to take upon himself any burdens that might come along with her past, is a man who is like Jesus. In taking me as his bride, my husband is a picture that points to what Christ has done for us. It doesn’t get more godly than that.”

The Paradox of the Brightening Path, HT to Challies. “There’s a paradox you’ll encounter the longer you walk with Jesus. The more you experience the light of his love, the more clearly you see the remaining spots and stains in your life. Progress seems lacking. Stumbles continue to mark your journey. The more you know the Lord’s love for you, the more you feel your unworthiness and your dependence on his grace. This doesn’t mean you’re going backward. I call it the paradox of the brightening path.”

Stay in the Present Moment During Your Seasons of Transition. “The weather and the calendar eventually reconcile, but we all know that other transitions don’t resolve themselves so dependably. Here’s the question, then: What can I do with what’s right here in front of me today?”

5 Simple Ways to Extend Biblical Hospitality. “Thankfully, we can live out God’s command to practice hospitality in ways as different as we are. Remember—there’s a huge difference between entertaining and hospitality. Entertaining usually involves fancy dishes, silverware, and expense. Hospitality can be as simple as takeout pizza on paper plates. If God is nudging you out of your comfort zone and into greater obedience in the area of biblical hospitality, consider these five simple ways to practice it.”

Is Your Fatherhood Like a Rubik’s Cube? HT to Challies. These truths are good for mothers to remember as well as fathers. “I call this The Rubik’s Cube Effect. One side starts to come together, but in the very act of bringing order there, something else is thrown out of place.”

Random Thoughts About Preaching and Being Preached To. “There are few matters more foundational to pastoral ministry than preaching, and few matters more common to the Christian experience than being preached to. Most pastors will preach thousands of sermons over the span of their ministry, and most congregants will listen to thousands of sermons over the span of their lifetime. This means we should think about preaching often and well!”

The deepest spiritual lessons are not learned by His letting us have our way in the end, but by His making us wait, bearing with us in love and patience until we are able to honestly to pray what He taught His disciples to pray: “Thy will be done.”–Elisabeth Elliot, Passion and Purity

Friday’s Fave Five

Friday's Fave Five

It’s astonishing to me that this is the last Friday in April already. On Fridays I try to slow down and savor the moments with Susanne at Living to Tell the Story.

1. Impromptu visits. Jason, Mittu, and Timothy stopped by to borrow my kitchen scale and stayed for a while. Then Jason and Timothy dropped in again later in the week. Jeremy had sent Timothy a surprise box, so we had a multi-family FaceTime session to see what it was (a radio kit).

2. Pre-ordering books. I’ve mentioned Gabrielle Meyer’s Time Crossers series here many times. I follow her on Instagram and saw that the newest in the series was available for pre-ordering at a reduced price and with free shipping. Publishers like pre-orders because it gives them an idea about how much interest there is in the book, so they offer incentives I am happy to accept. 🙂

3. Roads paved. I mentioned last week that preliminary work had been done to repave our out-of-the-way roads in our little neighborhood. The roads were paved the very next day! They look so much better, and I was amazed at how quickly the process went.

4. Finding a timely book. While looking for an older, previously read book on my shelves, I rediscovered one I had not read yet and had completely forgotten about: Life Under the Sun: The Unexpectedly Good News of Ecclesiastes by Hannah Anderson. I’ve read all of her other books except this and one other and enjoyed them immensely. This is in a Bible study format, unlike her others. Our pastor just started a new sermon series in Ecclesiastes, so I plan to use this book as a companion through the series.

5. Peonies blooming! Or at least beginning to open. We planted them last May, after their blooming cycle. I’d heard that it can take them a few years to flower, so I am delighted they each have several buds looking like they are ready to pop. I am excited to see them open more fully.

Peonies

The roses are blooming, too!

Roses

Bonus: We saw the first hummingbird of the season at the feeder outside my kitchen window!

How was your week?

Review: All the Beauty in the World

All the Beauty in the World

I don’t remember where I saw All the Beauty in the World: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and Me by Patrick Bringley recommended. I had somehow gotten the impression that the book was written from a Christian viewpoint. It was not.

I don’t restrict my reading completely to Christian sources. But I read and evaluate everything through Christian eyes. Wanting to avoid bad language and sexual elements doesn’t leave me a lot of secular choices. I understand that unbelievers are not going to act like believers. But I don’t want certain words and images floating around in my head.

There’s a smattering of bad language (3 uses of the f-word, taking God’s name in vain, and others) in this book. I almost set it aside a few times. But, for whatever reason, I kept reading.

The book is a memoir of the time Patrick Bingley worked as a guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He had begun work at the New Yorker. But when his older brother, Tom, died of cancer, Patrick felt the need for a change. His mother had taken him to art museums when he was a child, and he had visited the Met then and in college.

When in June of 2008, Tom died, I applied for the most straightforward job I could think of in the most beautiful place I knew. This time, I arrive at the Met with no thought of moving forward. My heart is full, my heart is breaking, and I badly want to stand still awhile (p. 12, Kindle version).

Bringley worked as a guard at the Met for ten years. Part of the book tells details about what’s involved in being a guard, how the Museum is laid out, what’s on display in the different sections, what it’s like to work amidst the art, and the various people who come to see it. The backstory of his relationship with his family and Tom’s illness and decline are woven into the narrative.

But to me, the best parts of the book are the ones where he discusses some of the art that touched him. He describes some of it in great detail, often giving some background of the artist or the painting. But sometimes he just shares the feeling that overcame him when connecting with a great work of art:

I responded to that great painting in a way that I now believe is fundamental to the peculiar power of art. Namely, I experienced the great beauty of the picture even as I had no idea what to do with that beauty. I couldn’t discharge the feeling by talking about it—there was nothing much to say. What was beautiful in the painting was not like words, it was like paint—silent, direct, and concrete, resisting translation even into thought. As such, my response to the picture was trapped inside me, a bird fluttering in my chest. And I didn’t know what to make of that (p. 10).

I startle at the picture because I can’t believe he’s captured it—that feeling we sometimes have that an intimate setting possesses a grandeur and holiness of its own. It was my constant feeling in Tom’s hospital room, and it’s one that I can recover on these church-mouse quiet mornings at the Met (p. 17).

When we adore, we apprehend beauty. When we lament, we see the wisdom of the ancient adage “Life is suffering.” A great painting can look like a slab of sheer bedrock, a piece of reality too stark and direct and poignant for words (p. 33).

I was struck by how often Bringley used words like “sacred” and “holy” in connection with art. He speaks of some visitors who regard the Met as a “secular church” (p. 70). I don’t think he was talking about idolizing or worshiping the images, but rather the experience of looking at something which takes us out of ourselves. Bringley speaks of a photograph of Georgia O’Keefe:

There’s a frame around her, putting space between her sacred beauty (an older meaning of the word sacred is “set apart”) and the profane, mundane world. I think that sometimes we need permission to stop and adore, and a work of art grants us that (p. 80).

I think God has put in the human heart a longing for something transcendent. That’s Russ Ramsey’s theme in Rembrandt Is in the Wind–that truth, goodness, and beauty are attributes of God. He points out that as Christians, we look for and emphasize truth and goodness, but often neglect beauty. “This is the gift of beauty from an artist to their community—to awaken our senses to the world as God made it and to awaken our senses to God himself (p. 14).

A couple of other quotes from Bringley’s book that stood out to me:

Art often derives from those moments when we would wish the world to stand still. We perceive something so beautiful, or true, or majestic, or sad, that we can’t simply take it in stride. Artists create records of transitory moments, appearing to stop their clocks. They help us believe that some things aren’t transitory at all but rather remain beautiful, true, majestic, sad, or joyful over many lifetimes—and here is the proof, painted in oils, carved in marble, stitched into quilts (p. 177).

I am sometimes not sure which is the more remarkable: that life lives up to great paintings, or that great paintings live up to life (p. 88).

In the Kindle version of this book, there is an appendix titled “Artwork Referenced in the Text.” Chapter by chapter, works of art referred to are listed with a link to them at the Met’s website. I wish the publishers had included these links in the text, like a footnote. It would have much more enjoyable and seamless to click on the link to the art right there while reading about it rather than having to go back and forth from the text to the appendix.

I enjoyed reading about Bringley’s experiences and observations.