Oh hi, ...anyone...? Just blowing the dust off the blog here.
Let's pretend we were on summer vacation and far too busy with the three kiddos in our nest to scratch two words together. Partially true, also... the laptop was out of commission for the past couple months. So here we are, back for now. Thanks for your patience friends.
Let it be known, I was still writing (in my head often) and I also was published in the BARNABAS summer edition magazine recently. For those who weren't able to get their hands on the article I've attached a version of it here:
"We live in a busy age, don't we? We want our food fast, and our theology in a sound bite. How do we find perfect peace at this peace? How do we pursue the presence of Christ?
The Bible is my defibrillator. When I feel the panic of 'do more, be more!' attacking my heart, I find the shock of Christ's words brings much clarity. Take this passage for example: Jesus enters a village and is welcomed in to the home of Martha and her sister Mary. Martha, understanding the importance of hospitality in that culture, was 'distracted with much serving'. Mary simply sat at Jesus' feet and listened to his teaching. I can imagine the vein bursting from Martha's forehead when she protests: "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me" (!!).
We see Him respond with: "Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her".
Serving, or sitting.
I feel Martha's priorities hammering on my own heart.
I desire Mary's passion to consume it.
Because productivity is like a drug to me.
If I can keep just enough things clean. If I can check off just enough tasks on the 'to do' list. If I can visit with enough people. If I can juggle all the important parts of the day without being swallowed in to chaos...
... I can find my value in that accomplishment.
Because the business of busyness defines us as important, doesn't it?
Which is not to say that being productive is wrong. The problem is if our identity is found in what we are, instead of Who's we are. The danger is if we find our value in what we do, instead of what we are (in Christ). What one thing defines you? Where we find our identity, is where we rest.
A heart that rests, is the Mary heart.
Found sitting at the feet of Jesus.
Holding to his teaching.
Leaning on his strength.
Trusting in his promises.
A heart that does not know it's 'one thing' is the Martha heart - "anxious and troubled about many things". There is the restlessness. The running from thing to thing to find comfort, peace, security.... identity.
Practically how does that look for us in the harried days of daily life?
One way that I've been convicted lately is to make my 'quiet time'...my devotions of reading/study/prayer take place during the *sweet spot* of the day.
You know, that one precious hour when the house it quiet.
That delicious moment when you know you could be 20x more productive at cleaning the house, or catching up on e-mails, or fill-in-the-blanks...
I see this as the perfect moment to give a sucker punch to my productive heart.
To clearly show it that we are going to STOP. SIT. and be STILL at the Saviour's feet.
I'm not perfect at it.
I still have a throbbing vein in my forehead that wants to do instead of be.
But I see the sweet relief that comes from this rare rest.
I want more of it."
"Thou has made us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless until it finds its rest in Thee" - Augustine.