Archive for April, 2010

time to purge

Apr 30, 2010

Trash
On my journey through the Bible I was reading through Deuteronomy this morning. (I know, your heart just skipped a beat at the word Deuteronomy.) Just before crossing the Jordan and entering the Promised Land, Moses stops and preaches the longest sermon in the history of mankind. He starts with a pretty thorough history of deliverance from slavery in Egypt and life in the desert. Then he just jumps into all the little details of the Law.

I could just hear the people, “Yo Mo, are you serious?!? We’re about to enter the Promised Land. And by the way, we’ve already covered all this in Leviticus.” But off he goes. Law 101, 201, and 301 – all in one sermon.

But there’s a phrase that shows up seven times over ten chapters. About the fifth time I actually started paying attention. The phrase? Purge the evil from your community. (Yes, sometimes “the” is changed to “that,” or “community” is changed to “from among you” but cut me some slack.)

As I saw the context of reading it all at once, I realized that God was saying, Hey, my greatest desire is to be in relationship with you. All these things – idols, sexual immorality, and general “uncleanness” – is keeping us apart. I hate that. I don’t want to be apart. I want to be with you…near you…walking alongside you. So quit pursuing that which separates. Purge evil from your community. And pursue me…in community.

That feels a whole lot different than Do all these nitpicky things just because I said so. When am I going to get it through my thick head that God’s boundaries are meant to build relationship and enhance life – not limit it?

And there’s got to be a full-blown purging of the things that cause us to be separated from God. Not just because He doesn’t want you to have or do those things – but because He does want you to have HIM. There’s a poem by Martha Snell Nicholson that ends with these words: God could not pour His blessings into hands already full.

Too often my hands – and life – are full.

What do you need to purge to embrace God more fully?

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resting is hard work

Apr 23, 2010

relax Why is it so hard to rest? I mean, really rest. Not, I’m-going-to-sit-for-an-hour-and-read-a-book-then-get-back-to-my-busyness type of rest. I’m talking about fully unplugged, I’m-not-going-to-log-on-to-Facebook-Twitter-or-email kind of rest. As my friend Doug says, “Sabbath for me is about not producing anything. Helps me realize that the world’s going to go on without me.”

Another question I’ve been asking myself lately: Why don’t I take rest as seriously as God does? Take a look at what I came across in Exodus 31:

“Above all, keep my Sabbaths, the sign between me and you, generation after generation, to keep the knowledge alive that I am the God who makes you holy. Keep the Sabbath; it’s holy to you. Whoever profanes it will most certainly be put to death. Whoever works on it will be excommunicated from the people. There are six days for work but the seventh day is Sabbath, pure rest, holy to God. Anyone who works on the Sabbath will most certainly be put to death. The Israelites will keep the Sabbath, observe Sabbath-keeping down through the generations, as a standing covenant.” (from The Message)

Put to death?!?! Really? Man, God takes this rest stuff seriously. But I – and almost every other Christian I know – sees the Sabbath as…well…as a suggestion. But there it is, plain as day – above all, keep my Sabbaths. Above all? Check me if I’m wrong, but above all seems pretty “not optional.”

Why do I think the world actually needs me to produce something everyday? Do I really think God’s looking at my life and saying, Ok, everyone else needs rest, but I need you to keep plugging away? Am I so important? So talented? Such a gift to humanity? Seriously.

Just typing out loud here, but I’m starting to think my lack of Sabbath-keeping is really about my own pride and reliance on myself instead of trusting that God actually knows what He’s doing.

Then there’s the whole part about passing it “down through the generations.” Hmmm…what sort of restful, trusting God am I modeling to my kids? Okay…that’ll leave a mark.

What does Sabbath mean to you? How do you observe it?

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TYMK downloads – only two bucks!

Apr 19, 2010

Gospel of John MP3 As of today, the various presentations I do are available for download at the TYMK Online Store. I have been hoping to make them available for several years, and it has finally happened. Here are the books available:

  • Gospel of John
  • Romans
  • Galatians
  • Ephesians
  • Philippians
  • Colossians
  • I & II Peter (2-for-1)
  • I & II Timothy (2-for-1)

Each book is available for only $3! But to help celebrate the launch of TYMK Downloads, simply enter the coupon code "aprilbuck" (all lower-case, no spaces or quotes) and take a buck off. This coupon will only work through April 30th.

Please feel free to pass it on to friends, small groups, churches and your Facebook and Twitter friends.

I pray God will use these downloads to help many more people fall in love with His Word. Would you help me spread the word?

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who are you looking at?

Apr 13, 2010

eye What makes you not do what you know you should or could do? Interesting to me that just last night our small group talked about fear. What causes it? How do we overcome it? Then I woke up and my time in God’s Word had me hanging out with Moses. Quick recap of the first few chapters of Exodus:

Moses sees burning bush. Moses talks to God. God says, “Hey, you’re going to lead my people out from under Pharaoh’s thumb and into freedom in the Promised Land.” Moses makes one excuse after another, but finally goes. Moses talks to Pharaoh. Pharaoh makes it even harder on the Israelites. They don’t even want to hear what Moses has to say anymore.

Then God comes to Moses again and tells him to take another trip to Pharaoh. Moses’ response, “Look at me. I stutter. Why would Pharaoh listen to me?” (Ex 6:30 – The Message) In the very next verse, God’s response is “Look at me.”

Stopped me dead in my tracks. How much of what I do and don’t do is because I’m looking at myself instead of Him? My weaknesses instead of His strength. My faithlessness instead of His faithfulness. My fickleness instead of His steadiness. My faults instead of His perfection.

What would happen if my eyes were truly fixed “on Jesus, the Author and perfecter of our faith?” Who are you looking at? How many times do I tell God, "Look at me” only to have Him respond, “No…you look at ME!”

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finished…just the beginning

Apr 8, 2010

Finish Line Ninety-five days ago I started a journey. I actually thought it was going to take me 121 days to reach the finish line. I never really doubted that I’d complete it, but I certainly didn’t expect it to be as enjoyable as it was.

The journey was very, very simple: Read the Bible by May 11th. And meet once a week with some guys who are doing the same thing. That’s it. Read…chat.

Here, on this last morning, God showed up again in a small – but powerful – way. A little background… I’ve been setting my alarm for 6am and reading until one of my three kids gets up (usually between 6:45-7am). This morning I actually woke up and glanced at my clock 18 minutes early. Temptation…roll over. Then I thought, I better get up. Maybe I’ll need those extra minutes.

Downstairs I went. Coffee was poured, I plopped down on the couch, and cracked my Bible open to the book of Revelation. Visions of worship. Visions of battle. Visions of sin, evil – and death itself – being conquered by the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. Visions of the Lamb of God. Visions of a new heaven, new Jerusalem, new earth, and restored relationship between God and His children.

Not more than 60 seconds after finishing the final “Amen” of chapter 22, Sarah and Caleb came walking down the stairs and into my lap. If I hadn’t gotten up 18 minutes early, I would have started my day frustrated with my kids as they “interrupted” my last 3-4 chapters. Instead – I was thrilled. I had been with my Father. They wanted to be with theirs. They were smiling. I was smiling. And I have a feeling my Father was smiling too.

…and the journey continues…

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