A word of hope (from an instinctive panicker)

This is nuts.  I told the boys the other day that for the first time in their lives, they are witnessing a world event that will be in the history books. It's amazing that a week ago I felt like I was being so dramatic with all of the "what ifs" I had running through my mind concerning the coronavirus, and two weeks ago many of my friends had not really even heard about it.  Things can change so fast.  As I've struggled over the past weeks to talk myself down from the heights of toilet paper hoarding and lift myself up from the depths of worst case scenario-ing, I've kept coming back to the same place over and over again: the feet of the Lord.

Our ladies' Bible study has been going through the minor prophets this semester, and our number one focus has been on the character of God. One of our tasks was to keep a running list of the character traits and attributes we see of God as we work our way through these little treasures, and what I have learned has been anchoring for me.  I mean, seeing God's faithfulness and mercy would always encourage and inspire me, but these traits take on a new significance as we face a daunting present and uncertain future.


The following is a letter I wrote to the ladies in my Bible study, and I thought it might encourage you, too.  I don't share it because I think what I've said is so life-changingly profound, but because I believe it's true, and if it is, then it makes all the difference in the world.  I just wanted to show you the solid ground on which I'm standing, and invite you to stand here with me, anchored to "the LORD, the LORD [who] is the Rock eternal."

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Ladies, in light the global Covid-19 pandemic, nationwide social distancing, economic fluctuations, and toilet paper panic, I wanted to send a note to remind you (and myself, to be honest) of what is true during this time of great uncertainty.  I say all of this as someone whose natural tendency is fear and panic, especially in times when things feel like they are constantly shifting.

I have been so thankful for the time we have spent studying the prophets together and discussing the character of our God, because I have absolutely revisited those conversations this week. They remind me of what has been true and always will be true of God. He was, He is, and He always will be.  He is God unchanging, and I personally need that reminder day by day, moment by moment.

In all of the books we have studied, we have seen God’s full authority over nature - over the swarms of locusts, the growth of crops, the thunderstorms and the rivers.  In these books, we have seen God in authority over all of mankind – over the drunkards, the priests, the heathens, the faithful, and the kings. In these books, we have seen God high above the “nests among the stars”, and low enough to speak directly to Habakkuk’s doubt.  We have seen God provide, protect, sustain, encourage, restore, and prove His faithfulness again and again.

My “Character of God” list from these books is far too long (praise God!) to write it all here, but there are some character traits of which I especially want to remind you today:

God is good – thoroughly, completely, purely good. In every way, in every action.

God is sovereign – there is nothing beyond His control. All nature, all people, all events, all time submits to His ultimate authority.

God is loving – He is gracious and compassionate, and His heart is toward His own.

I don’t know what to expect right now, and I hate that.  I don’t like feeling like the ground is constantly shifting beneath my feet.  I don’t know how far the virus will spread, I can’t guarantee your safety or even the safety of my own family. I have no idea if or when this all will subside and what bones of the life we’re used to will be left. But I know that there is no uncertainty for Him.  I know that there are no variables to Him.  I know that nothing is unsure, nothing is mysterious, nothing is unclear. What seems completely uncontrolled to me, He holds in the palm of His hand, and for that I am profoundly grateful. 

And ladies, I know that God is good, God is sovereign, and God is loving. I rest in that. “The LORD is good, a refuge in times of trouble.  He cares for those who trust in him.” (Nahum 1:7)

As we move forward into this valley of uncertainty and shadow, let us, as women of God, stay close to the Shepherd and trust His voice.  He leads us in His goodness, sovereignty, and love. As we keep in step with Him, let’s not merely hide our faces timidly in His cloak and wait for the darkness to pass.  Let us shine the light of hope in a dark and very frightened world.  Remember, friends, that we are the people of God, the bearers of the hope of Christ!  If we lose heart, to whom will the world turn? As Jen Wilkin said in our 1 Peter study, “It is not fitting for the people of God to be hopeless.” Press into Him, and let your light shine!

Quoting Habakkuk 2:4, the writer of Hebrews gave some encouragement and instructions to the Christians who were facing trying times:

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.  And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another – and all the more as you see the Day approaching.  But my righteous one will live by faith.” (Hebrews 10:23-25, 38a)

While we need to be creative right now as to what “meeting together” can look like, let us consider how we may spur one another on in our faith.

So here are the things I would encourage each of us to do in this uncertain season:

1      - Praise God for who He is. Read, and read, and re-read your list of His attributes.

        - Continue to study His word.  Spend more time consuming the unchanging Word of God than the                 ever-changing news cycle.

        - Look for opportunities to shine the light of hope in the darkness. Who is lonely? Who is afraid? Who needs help? Who needs hope?

Let us be women of faith, of hope, of love, and of submission to our good God. I’m praying for peace and health, and contagious joy to flow through each of our homes.

With so much love and so much hope,

Abby

A Rototiller of God's Grace

Both of my parents love to work outside in the yard.  They always have. And they’re so good at it.   I know that the first house I'm truly able to remember was brand new when we moved in and sat on a muddy, messy plot of recently constructed ground, but as far back as I can picture it, the yard was bursting with botanicals, vegetables, stepping stones and rock borders.We only lived on a third of an acre in Suburbia, VA, but my dad had stored under our gazebo his prized possession: a bright orange rototiller.  Saturday mornings he was invariably outside shoveling, pick axing, hauling or on his favorite days, plowing our little plot of land for some new horticultural venture. 

            I still remember so clearly the look of solemn satisfaction on the day he rented a bobcat rototiller for a bigger job in the back yard (this resembles a small bulldozer, but the front has a long roller of spikes that churn the soil ahead of it. *cue Tim Allen-type grunting here*). If you know my dad, you can picture his face – not quite a smile, but there’s a depth of delight in his eyes. He was going to break up some serious ground today!

I’ve spent the last few weeks digging in to the book of Malachi, and now that it’s two days until Christmas I’m directing my attention to the familiar Christmas story, trying to see what connections there are to what I’ve been studying. I’ve been thinking a lot about John the Baptist. Malachi speaks of the coming of a messenger before the Messiah appears, and the question was posed “How did Elijah [later we know this is John] prepare the way for Messiah, and why was his ministry essential (see Malachi 3:1-2)?

I just kept thinking of that one word: Prepare.

How was he supposed to prepare the way? Why did he need to prepare the way?

I looked back at one of the more common passages that foretold about this messenger sent to "prepare the way". Isaiah 40:3-5

A voice of one calling: In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low.  The rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all people will see it together.  For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.

And it dawned on me: John was the rototiller. His entire purpose was to break up the hardened ground before the seed, the Word made flesh, was scattered.

            I looked up “why it’s important to till/plow”. Here are some farming tidbits:

            - it increases decomposition

            - you can easily add nutrients from organic material into the soil (manure is rich in nitrogen)

            - it helps control weeds

            - it breaks up crusted soil

            - it loosens the area for planting

            - it creates air pockets which facilitates air and water penetration

            See, my parents understood that they could plant whatever they wanted wherever they wanted.  They could throw flower seeds over the grass, they could plant bulbs every 6”, they could even strap a seedling to a stick in the ground, but if that ground was hard, there would be no fruit.  Since my parents wanted to see their gardens grow, they prepared the ground.

            God didn’t send Jesus simply to condemn the hardened people of Israel.  He wanted to see them receive Christ and be fruitful.  It was always God’s plan to send Jesus, but in His mercy, He sent one ahead of Christ to prepare the hardened ground of Israel to receive him. John’s name actually means “God is gracious.”

            “Repent!” John cried out! “Repent.” Digging, churning, preparing the way for the one who would soon come and say “No one comes to the Father except through me.” After 400 years of not hearing from God, the ground of Israel’s hearts had certainly hardened. But in God’s grace and mercy, He sent a rototiller to break through, that there might be fruitful growth.

            I’m praising God for John in a new way today.  Praising God for His mercy in sending one to prepare the way.  I’m praising God for Jesus’ rototiller cousin.

Now this was John’s testimony when the Jews of Jerusalem sent priests and Levites to ask him who he was. He did not fail to confess, but confessed freely, “I am not the Christ.”

They asked him, “Then who are you? Are you Elijah?”

He said, “I am not.”

“Are you the Prophet?”

He answered, “No.”

Finally they said, “Who are you? Give us an answer to take back to those who sent us. What do you say about yourself?”

John replied in the words of Isaiah the prophet, “I am the voice of one calling in the desert, ‘Make straight the way for the Lord.’”

Now some Pharisees who had been sent questioned him, “Why then do you baptize if you are not the Christ, nor Elijah, nor the Prophet?”

“I baptize with water,” John replied, “but among you stands one you do not know. He is the one who comes after me, the thongs of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie.”

This all happened at Bethany on the other side of the Jordan, where John was baptizing.

The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Look! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world! This is the one I meant when I said, ‘A man who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’ I myself did not know him, but the reason I came baptizing with water was that he might be revealed to Israel.”

Then John gave this testimony: “I saw the Spirit come down from heaven as a dove and remain on him.  I would not have known him, except that the one who sent me to baptize with water told me, ‘The man on whom you see the Spirit come down and remain is he who will baptize with the Holy Spirit.’ I have seen and I testify that this is the Son of God.”

~John 1:19-34

            So “How did Elijah (John) prepare the way for Messiah, and why was his ministry essential?” Because God is a merciful, gracious God, and he sent a rototiller before the seed so that the hardened, anemic ground might bear fruit. Praise God for John. God is, indeed, gracious.

When you called her Hope

Six years ago I walked alongside some of my dearest friends (and providentially nearest neighbors) as they navigated the unique path of delivering their baby only to bury her.  When my friend went in for her 20 week sonogram to find out their baby's gender she heard the surprising and painful words "incompatible with life." As they grieved the imminent loss of their daughter, and for my friend what felt like the loss of her future family, we were doing our best to encourage them, comfort them, speak truth in love to them, and yet give them space to hurt.  We knew we couldn’t understand their pain. To feel the beautiful torture of butterflies, kicks, hiccups, knowing they were fleeting... 

I still don’t ever know what to say.

It has been six years, but every year at this time I fumble through my options. Send a card? Text “Thinking of you today”? Maybe you just don’t want me to say anything. What if you just want everyone to leave you alone?

But the truth is I am thinking of you.  I’m thinking of her.  Every November 13 I pray extra that God will comfort your family and multiply your joy.

I remember seeing your name come up on my text, and I ignored it because I was having coffee with a friend.  As soon as she left I checked to see what witty way you'd reveal the gender. But my heart stopped.  My hands were cold. Why did I ignore this text? How long have you been over there in your apartment crying by yourself? That was one of the saddest hugs I’ve ever given a friend.  I remember weeping to my husband that night and, for the first time in my life, sincerely pleading for Jesus to come back.  It hurt to know how, just down the hall, your world was so shaken— so broken.

But I also remember the day you both walked into our apartment and told us you had settled on a name. “We’re naming her Hope.”

Leave it to you two to take this utterly hopeless situation (the sonographer and doctor made that painfully clear) and to label it “Hope.” But it wasn’t denial.  It wasn’t wishful thinking.  It wasn’t just a pretty name.  It was a declaration – in this utterly hopeless situation there is Hope.

And here I am, six years later, thinking through how to say I still care and still love you and still wish I could be her “Aunt Abby” and fumbling back through my options…and it hits me.  What I really want to tell you is thank you.  Thank you for naming her Hope. Thank you for staring down the darkest, loneliest, most terrifying path that was laid before you and walking into it under the light of hope. I’m in awe that you looked at that seemingly hopeless situation and said “I know this is redeemable. If not now, then in eternity.” But that’s what you saw.  You saw beyond the pain of the now.  You saw that beauty and reality of the future that is promised to us. That one day all of this – all of us – will be made new. 

1 Corinthians 15:19 says “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.” I’ll bet some people heard your story and then heard her name and thought it didn’t make sense. Or maybe that you were a Christian nut praying for a miracle. Or possibly even that you knew one day she’d be one of you guardian angels.  “Sweet, but pitiful.”

But we knew what you were saying – that you believe what has been promised. You were clinging to the assurance that “the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.” It was your testimony that even death had lost its sting because of what Christ had done.  In no way am I saying that losing Hope wasn’t or shouldn’t have been one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. But when a Christian hopes, it’s because we believe that the deepest, heaviest, most painful burdens we carry in life will seem like “light and momentary troubles” when we cross to eternity. We are sure of what we hope for, certain of what we do not see, and confident that God is making all things new.   And by naming her Hope, you handed that to the world.  With tear-stained faces and an enormous belly, you called her Hope.

And friends, this world needs that hope. 

Honestly, I needed that hope. The next six years laid a number of painfully dark, lonely, terrifying paths in front of me.  And as I stared into the blackness ahead of me, your family stood at the far end of the tunnel holding up your light of Hope, encouraging me forward. On my darkest days, in my loneliest moments, I repeated often “Even if this lasts until the day I die, this won’t last forever.” I clung to it. Why? Because of hope.  Because I know there’s more coming.  There’s purpose, there’s redemption, and this broken beaten world and my broken beaten self are going to be made new.

I’m so thankful for the testimony of your family.  I’m blessed to witness her short and precious life that has reminded me of deep truths on dark days. It is such a privilege to walk the road with the broken faithful, and to call you our friends.   

I love you guys.  I’m thinking of you.  Thank you for sharing your life and your Hope with me.

Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.  For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.  According to the Lord's word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep.  For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.  After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever.  Therefore encourage one another with these words.
                                                                                            ~1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true."

                                                                                            ~Revelation 21:4-5

50¢ Worth of Gold

This is 50

– pennies, in this case.  I took them from my kids’ piggy banks.  I had to, because I no longer have pennies in my life.  Somewhere around college they became heavy and cumbersome, something to be dealt with rather than valued.  But to a child, every penny is a treasure.  You put 50 of them in a pile, and whoa, it’s like the Cave of Wonders in Aladdin.

This is 50

 – years, in this case. These two amazing people have been married for 50 years. They’ve had multiple homes, multiple children, multiple careers… as well as innumerable sorrows, immeasurable fears, unrelenting stressors. Together they have found faith,  held sick children, and grieved the loss of parents. They have coached and educated, taught Bible lessons and refereed (on the court and in the living room).  They have held their own sick adult children. They have loved, wept, danced, prayed, and boy have they laughed together throughout their years.

Just like the pennies, some of their years were bright and shiny.  Some were dark.  Some old ones still stand out (maybe even more so because of their age), and some are dull and don’t really elicit a second glance. Some years were hard-earned, and I’m guessing there were a few that were so hard it didn’t feel like the “one cent” reward was worth the effort.  But some came with ease and giggles of delight.

Mom and Dad, I know that 50 years has been a long journey, and at the same time has flown by.   That’s how life is.  I’m sure you look at the pictures of your wedding and one side of your brain sighs and says, “it feels just like yesterday” while the other side says, “were we ever really that young?” Year after year, penny after penny, you kept adding to your pile.  Maybe you didn’t even know that’s what you were doing, but every September 28, you added a new one – shiny or dark, worn or fresh, dirty or clean, hard-earned or gifted, you kept faithfully adding to your pile.

Since I’ve put these pennies on the counter they have been oohed and aahed over, counted, sorted by years, recounted, inspected, carried, recounted… There’s something magnetic about a pile of pennies – something that beckons their admiration and awe. It’s just too much richness for grubby fingers to pass by.

Can I tell you something? Having this pile of 50 years sitting in front of me is like standing in the Cave of Wonders.  I’m overwhelmed by the treasure in front of me.

To a child, every penny is a treasure.  To your child, every year is like gold.  What a treasure your marriage is to me.

Other people might not recognize it.  Actually, you might not even see it, but when this group of people sees your 50 years in front of us...yeah, all we see is a heaping pile of gold. Kids know a treasure when they see it.