Doing what must be done

Another take from C.S. Lewis', Perelandra. This section is right after Elwin Ransom and the Voice talk about what must be done--he must fight the evil one who inhabits the scientist, Westin. "The thing seemed impossible. But gradually something happened to him which had happened to him only twice before in his life. It had happened once while he was trying to make up his mind to do a very dangerous job in the last war. It had happened again while he was screwing his resolution to go and see a certain man in London and make to him an excessively embarrassing confession which justice demanded. In both cases the thing had seemed a sheer impossibility: he had not thought but know that, being what he was, he was psychologically incapable of doing it; and then, without any apparent movement of the will, as objective and unemotional as the reading on a dial, there had arisen before him, with perfect certitude, the knowledge "about this time tomorrow you will have done the impossible." The same thing happened now." What amazing contrast is here portrayed--the courage of war and it's terror and the personal humiliation of an untidy confession. So different, yet each required the kind of courage or pluck or whatever that comes only from without. These pages grip me deeply. Lord, give me such courage to do whatever I must, no matter how scared I am.... "His fear, his shame, his love, all his arguments, were not altered in the least. The thing was neither more nor less dreadful than it had been before. The only difference was that he knew--almost a historical proposition--that it was going to be done. He might beg, weep, or rebel--might curse or adore--sing like a martyr or blaspheme like a devil. It made not the slightest difference. The thing was going to be done. . . . "...You might say, if you liked, that the power of choice had simply been set aside and an inflexible destiny substituted for it. On the other hand, you might say that he had delivered from the rhetoric of his passions and had emerged into unassailable freedom. Ransom could not, for the life of him, see any difference between these two statements. Predestination and freedom were apparently identical. He could no longer see any meaning in the many arguments he had heard on this subject." There are times when God so works in one's life that it cannot be determined who is doing what. Maybe this is something that Paul hints at in Philippians 2. "Work out your salvation in fear and trembling for it is God who works in you to will and to act according to his good purpose." I think it is what Steve Brown means when he says, "You take the first step, God takes the second step and by the time you get to the third step you see that He was at work in you all along!" By His grace, we can do what we must.

Doing the (too) Hard Task

In C.S. Lewis' book, Perelandra, Elwin Ransom is carried to Venus. He isn't sure why, except that it involves the great cosmic battle between the Lord and the devil (he uses different names). When he arrives he meets the Queen, the woman of the first couple. Venus seems to him like paradise. But then comes another from earth, with a different purpose. He comes in the body of a scientist who has discovered interplanetary travel. Weston is his name. And he comes to bring death to Venus, just as he brought it to Earth. The enemy enters into a long, protracted conversation with the Queen. He tries to get her to see that by disobeying the Lord, she can help the King. The conversation carries over many days, maybe into a week or more. Ransom tries to counter Westin's arguments but is in way over his head. He prays for a miracle to occur, so that the devil can be kept from getting a foothold in Venus. He knows the conversation can't just keep going on. Something has to be done. Then the Lord puts it in his head, the miracle has occurred--"you too have been brought to Venus (and not by human ingenuity, but by the direct work of supernatural beings we would call angels)". Ransom protests... "What can I do to counter the devil." "Fight him if you must." "But we 'battle not against flesh and blood.'" "You're wasting time." "I can't do it. It's too hard." And then he realizes that in reality the battle would be between two fifty something year old scholars... and who knows how that would turn out. But still, the terror of the devil is too much to overcome. What could he do? How could he do it? Did God really expect him to risk his life to save humanity on Venus? "It is not for nothing that you are named Ransom." An accidental twist of phonetics or linguistics. His name didn't really come from ransom..., God must be mistaken... "What you are asking is just way too hard!" "My name is also Ransom," said the Voice. Here, I am stopped. I am undone. All that I have ever thought about ceases. What can I do? How can I ever do it? How can I please God and gain His approval? What is required of me that He accept me? "My name is also Ransom," says the Voice. He is the one who does what is impossible for me, for us, for anyone to do. Elwin Ransom was called upon to risk his life, a task way above his pay grade. Jesus is our ransom! He didn't merely risk his life, he gave his life. Ransom was right..."it's too hard. I can't do it." And God answers, "Jesus is His name." He does what is too hard for me to do. To gain acceptance or approval, or even to do a small part of His will. I can't do it. It is too hard. But Jesus did, and He helps me. His name is Ransom, too.

Wasting my teaching--follow up

My last post was just about a year ago. I didn't want to 'waste my teaching'. As I reread that post I was struck by how I was able to share my struggles clearly and at the same time voice an answer that I believed, but wasn't nearly as strong within me---"Lord, use my circumstances to change me to fit right now better." I have learned some in the past year. I pray this differently, now. "Lord, help me love you and others well no matter what circumstances You give to me." It hasn't sunk in deeply yet, but my goal is to be less self-centered and more God-, and other-centered. When I pray, "change my circumstances," my center is obvious--what is happening to me. When I pray, "use my circumstances to change me," I easily twist that prayer into selfcenteredness to. I make it into a prayer to "be a better me." And that has been a hidden motivator for years. I have tried to get better. Because I want to be better. Because I want people to see me as better. Because I so often hunger and thirst for approval more than for the kingdom of the heavens and His righteousness. I'm not sure if this is right, but it seems that God's purpose is to make us so we can serve Him and others. I think that is probably some way we share in his divine nature (2 Peter 1.4) and it certainly is the love that comes from His first loving us (1 John 4:10). I wonder if it is not the message of the whole Bible. (I am working on that, thanks to a writer named Larry Crabb!) Crabb says it something like this... faith that in Christ God has made us his own, hope that He will make all things right in His time, and love that is relating well to Him and to others because we are His, even while we wait, no matter what circumstances we wait in and through! May it be so, in increasing measure, above all we can ever think or hope or imagine.

I don't want to waste my teaching!

Over the past week I have heard, said or read the phrase, "I don't want to waste my..." more than just a few times. It has gained popularity because of John Piper's great little book, Don't waste your life! Sometime after he wrote the book, he learned he had cancer. After thinking and praying deeply, he wrote another book, actually to himself (but he did share it with us and you can buy it somewhere). It is called I don't want to waste my cancer! His application of an important perspective to himself got me thinking. First, no one would want to get cancer. People fear it so much that many won't say the word. They might refer to it by initial - C. Jane and I often talk about how that fear develops when we have a headache for an unusually long period of time, or when she suffered some dizzy spells or something else-- "I was afraid it was a brain tumor!" The stories of peoples' live so drastically effected and the struggles and suffering they endured and the treatments they had and the side effects of the treatments just reinforce that whole idea. And so we pray, when we think of it, "Lord, please don't let me get cancer." I'll bet John Piper never wanted to get it either. But he did. And his response was, Lord, take this disease I have and use it to make me whatever You want me to be. Teach me to turn away from those dark parts of my life. Use it to burn away the refuse of sin. Strengthen my love for You. Help me long for You still more and more. And if you use this cancer that way, I will be overjoyed! Well, I don't have cancer. I have to teach. (I know I should say, I get to teach, but for fair exposure of my heart, I do say, I have to teach!) It is the way I can work and earn money to provide for my family but it is not my passion. Yes, I am a teacher, by giftedness, temperament and even heredity (my mom was a teacher, too). But my passion is the church and the gospel. I know all about the high value of teaching children as a school teacher. I know that all callings and vocations are holy. But I so often struggle with teaching in the public schools when I would rather be teaching within the church. I am thankful that so many of my family and friends say things like, "Those kids are really lucky to have you teaching them." But knowing my heart and what I really want, I say "thank you" to those comments and try to silence my doubts within. My heart says, teaching them to read is like putting band aids on cancer. And I don't like cancer, remember? But I am a teacher, in a public school, working harder than I ever have to learn to do better what I am doing so that the children I get to teach have the best opportunities to learn. And I want them to learn. And I want them to know that I want them to learn. And I want them to know that I believe they have lots and lots of potential and can do anything anybody else can--even people from the middle and upper classes. So here's the rub. It seems like I wish I were doing something else: in a church. But I'm not. Now what do I do? Do I pray, "Lord, change my circumstances to something that fits me better." Or do I pray, "Lord, use my circumstances to change me to fit right now better." Did I say I don't want to waste my teaching? I want Jesus to keep on working in me right now. I couldn't stand it if I thought I had to be in the right circumstances for Him to work in me, on me and through me. That would make me His counselor and Him my personal assisstant. None of that. He is God and I'm not. I get that. So Lord, don't let me waste my teaching.

Projects Ahead

Recently a friend of mine posted how far he has been able to work through his project list on his new home since he moved. He had accomplished much in a relatively short time. It made me think how much I don't really think in terms of lists of projects. But I am learning. I have a couple left on my summer 'honey do' list. And I'm thankful that even though I am back at school, summer isn't officially over for several more weeks. I may make that one yet. I used to say that I like to be spontaneous, but many times that was a mere cover for being afraid of not getting anything done or getting it done poorly. It was more a problem in me, about me, than a positive aspect of my personality. Well, one of the little tools I have learned to help keep me accountable is a posted list, so here goes...looking at my first semester. 1. Completing my summer honey do list. 2. Working on the PastorServe website: focusing on the front page and some structure issues, with a company that can do the work. 3. Listening to long series of teaching by David Powlison about the Dynamics of Biblical Change. 4. Reading the following week's preaching text in Greek. 5. Getting into a small group with Jane. Well, there it is. I said it. Now, by the power of the Lord, I'm heading off to the fall and looking to see what He'll do that is more than I can ask or imagine! (But first back to facebook and brag up my list some!)

Thanks to Johnny Cash

Hang on cowboys. You too, mountain guys. The song is a comin'. But first, thanks to the man in black, Johnny Cash, for the inspiration. I heard his name associated with one of my favorite pastor/teachers--Tim Keller. The quote goes something like this: Tim Keller is like Johnny Cash. His material is always getting ripped off and he never gets the credit. Thanks Johnny, it's burnin'. And thanks, Tim, it's always grace. "I'm goin' higher" The top is beautiful thing It makes me sing I can see everything A goal I long to reach It’s up and back And then I teach But I sat down cause my legs they were on fire My lungs they burned But my friends all pointed higher and soon I’m up I’m going higher I’m going higher Soon we’ll be up there But where’s the air Give me a chair I’m walking Not doing much talking Oh where’s the air Give me a chair So I sit down cause my legs they are on fire My lungs they burn My friends all point much higher And I keep on goin’ Oh I am a trier to get much higher When we reach the top Oh then we’ll stop And go back down Then’s the time to say It was an easy day When we’re back in town Cause then we’ll sit and our legs won’t be on fire Our lungs won’t burn We don’t have to go no higher And our friends will say ‘Oh you’re a climber. Oh you’re a climber!”

Back from the Mountains

The middle of August is here and I made it back from the mountains safely. Two groups of Men from Colonial, an in between adventure and now it's back to school time for me. So what did I learn this year? We had incredible hikers and climbers. They did great--in spite of a downpour on the very first acclimation hike. We wondered what would happen the next day, God gave us great weather, and Pastor Paul Parsons showed up to climb with us. Glorious. The second day, 16 of 19 went climbing--an all time high percent! Everyone made at least one summit and many got both Grays and Torreys. Congrats, gents. The Snowmass adventure was just as much fun, even without such great success. Six of us started an eight mile plus hike 2500 vertical feet up a valley about fifteen minutes before it decided to rain on us. My rain pants dragged me down, the puddles made it hard to walk, my pack was too heavy and I was pooped. We camped partway up the trail and completed the hike on the second day. On Friday, as we climbed, I found an easy bail out space and let the others attempt the summit. They got turned around by the weather. We all got rained on, hailed on, and there were plenty of crack-booms!!! The hike out was a quick four hours and get in the car looking for a triple cheeseburger with bacon. The second climbing trip was also superb. Wonderful weather, almost everyone summited Evans, some good second day climbing and even an attempt on Quandary by moonlight. Crazy-talk. And what did I learn??? That the Lord is far more in love with us than we will ever be in love with Him. He draws us to himself. He woos us. He calls to us. He delights in us. He is sufficient. And I will follow Him. You can check out some photos at my photobucket page, right here.

Next week, I'll get the words for my song up!

grace

Dan