Unswervingly?

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.”
Hebrews‬ ‭10:23‬ ‭NIV‬‬

I like words. It may seem like an odd interest, but something about the combination of certain letters attracts my eye and tends to pique my attention. So it is most mornings as I pour over scripture with that first cup of coffee, single words stop me dead in my tracks. 

The unknown author of Hebrews hit the brakes on my morning devotion with the word selection found in the passage listed above. It is not the overarching message of the passage that stumps me. No, I can get along with holding onto hope. I can connect with a God who is faithful to his promises. My inner wordsmith reading along inside my brain bumps into a word like “unswervingly” and I am “on hold one minute”. 

Why that word? Why that particular adjective to describe holding onto something that is not something we can even tangibly hold?

So the search begins. How do I hold “unswervingly” to something without substance like “hope”?

“Unswervingly”, much like it sounds, means to not deter from course, to not turn aside. While not the nugget of etymological gold I went in search of, it was nonetheless what I needed.

Hope is hard to hold onto, especially when our hope is anchored to a promise. It is not that we consciously believe God is unfaithful, it is that we often get tired of waiting for our promise. Our impatience drives our direction and instead of holding onto the hope, we re-direct our path in search of immediate return on something less hopeful. 

Often hope feels like a squirmy toddler who has just learned to crawl. Filled with excitement of their new found mobility, the child no longer wants to be held. Now distracted by every shiny thing that this mobile child now knows it can reach, the little bundle of joy becomes the equivalent of trying to wrestle an alligator. Fatigued from the fight, often the parent relents, letting the child loose. I wonder how many times our arms have fatigued from holding a hope that has yet to come to pass but became hard to hold. Worn out from a promise fighting to get loose, we lose grip, we lose heart, we let go. 

This is where “unswervingly” enters the conversation. An unswerving hope holds on. An unswerving faith, believes a little bit longer. An unswerving belief knows that one who promised is faithful to see it through. 

The temptation will be to set your hope down in order to pick up something easier to carry. Do not let go. Do not swerve off course. If God promised it, God will fulfill it. Just hold on to hope unswervingly!

Asleep in the Boat

23 As they sailed, he fell asleep.
Luke 8:23

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The smell of black coffee and cigarette smoke stained the table where I ate.  It sat just juxtaposed to the kitchen where the sweet sound of hymns were sung by a small and frail godly woman I called grandma Jacobs.  The memory bleeds through like a holiday dinner, but in truth it just may have been a regular Saturday night at the Jacobs house.

Hords of people coming and going.  Food out to eat on at random and the largest coffee pot I had ever seen.  That kitchen table was filled with men and their smokes telling stories of days gone by.

We didn’t spend many weekends there as child, but the ones we did became unforgettable.  And not because of typical grandparent fashion .  No, I am one of 33 or 34 grandkids. I lost count at some point.  So rather than propped on grandpa’s lap, I got an ear tug as he passed to get another cup of coffee.

The stickiness of the memory was the stark contrast of life lived in the Jacobs house.  My grandma was a stalwart Jesus following faith filled woman.  She paced the floor praying in tongues and shouting down the devil. My grandfather was a cigarette smoking, cussing black coffee black topper.  He was about as warm and fuzzy as a Brillo pad.  His affection spilled out on to my little frame of boy through his gruff voice that sounded like exhaust from one of my uncle’s muscle cars.

grandma J.jpgIt wasn’t until my teen years that I really got to know the Jacobs’.  We had always lived quite a distance from them.  That changed after the divorce of my parents and mom moved us closer the Windy City family.  What my childhood summation proved out was that Grandma loved Jesus and Grandpa liked her going to church.

For many, many years my grandfather would drive the pretty little lady dressed in Sunday best to the church down the street.  Drop her off, pick her up once the service was done.  The woman who’s faith was bigger than her frame probably survived more of life’s storms than her words would ever expressed.  The mother of 11 had probably chased off more days filled with thunder than I will ever walk through in my life.

I have often wondered on those days as a God-fearing woman who had a husband who was a bit of roughneck how many days she felt like the disciples in Luke 8.  Some of these men were more than likely gifted on the water.  They had previously made their living hauling in nets full of fresh fish.  But this particular three hour tour had the Skipper and Gilligan a little overwhelmed.  And there was Jesus…asleep.

As I reflect on my Grandma Jacobs, surely in the storms of marriage and raising 11 kids there were days that she felt Jesus was asleep in the boat of life.  I can’t verify this was the exact occurrence, but I imagine her prayer was much like the disciples on that night.  My grandfather’s hard living ways had caught up to him and left him hospitalized.  I am unsure of the prayers prayed in the midst of that storm, but I am betting it was a prayer to awake Jesus.

In the midst of the storm the disciples faced “the disciples went and woke him, saying, “Master, Master, we’re going to drown!”  Jesus “got up and rebuked the wind and the raging waters; the storm subsided, and all was calm”.

Grandma went and woke up Jesus.  Life was overwhelming.  Her husband of many years was seemingly on the edge of death.  Then Jesus walked in to my grandfathers room and calmed the storm.

The story passed down from the gruff man is that “a man dressed in all white called him by name”.  The next time Grandma went to church, Grandpa parked the car and went in with her.

Maybe the storm has felt like forever.  Maybe you feel like Jesus is sleeping through your life situation.  What I learned from the little lovely lady of faith is when you call out to Jesus, he calms the storms.  Sometimes we just need to go to the back of the boat and ask him to calm it for us…

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Walk This Way

31 The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel,and he was limping because of his hip.”
Genesis 32:31

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 I grew up in an era where MTv actually meant “music television”.  My suppressed Pentecostal roots informed me that MTv was of the devil.  To mama’s credit, she has more than likely been right.  But the enticement of the melodies put to moving pictures was too much to avoid.  And besides Bon Jovi talked about praying and Stryper was on the Top Ten Videos.
But it was the collaboration of Run DMC and Aerosmith that struck my fancy.  I wanted to do nothing more than “walk this way.”  My nine year old mind had no comprehension of what the lyrics actually meant.  Again, mama was probably right about the devil of MTv.
But the hook had me hooked…”walk this way, walk this way”.  You’re welcome, now it is stuck in your head too.
If Jacob had a melodic hook that was his theme song it may have been the melodic beat of “walk this way, walk this way”
Jacob had the ultimate cage match with the Lord of Lords.   In one of those it can only be in the Bible stories, Jacob finds himself alone and the bible says So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak.”
A couple of questions: where did the man come from?  Is it normal to just wrestle a perfect stranger?  And what were they wrestling over?  The rabbit trail of questions is long, so we will leave it there.
What we do learn is that this mystery luchador could not or did not over take Jacob.  And in that moment the scripture tells us the grappler without a name simply touched the hip of Jacob and it wrenched.
Spoiler alert: the story jumps ahead and we find that the man was the Lord.  And Jacob is renamed Israel.  And Jacob walks away from his Royal Rumble with royalty walking different.  In fact he limps his way back to his family and into the arms of his brother who he had deceived.
From that point forward, Jacob (now named Israel) walked different.  The limp was a reminder that his life had been forever touched by God.
I have wrestled with my own limp.  Broken relationships created broken places.  A broken home and a broken heart of childhood left hurt and hiding.  A marriage of my own that has dissolved and been shattered into a million pieces left me a lot like Jacob, grabbing for anything to hold on to.
What I have learned is that when God touches something in your life you never quite walk the same. Today I limp.  I limp not because I am hurt, but because the God of the universe has touched the place of hurt.
I have often tried to hide the limp and walk “normal”.  I have tried to walk like everyone else.  When I do, I rob God of the very thing he wants most – the GLORY!  God is healer of hurt and helper of those in need.  When we encounter the healing, helping God we are left different.  We are so changed and transformed by the touch our lives never really return to normal. (Or at least never should.)
Our limp is a reminder of God’s touch, but also a testimony to others that God has the ability to change our walk.  Our very limp is resounding recognition of the hand of God touching our life.
Because of the places God has touched, I will forever limp and “walk this way”.

The Hardest Part of Being Thankful

“give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
Apostle Paul

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I was cooler than John Cusack in my 1984 sun bleached Blue Pontiac Sunbird. The hot summer rains made the steamy concrete slick like ice.  As I hit the brakes for a sudden stop, I suddenly hit the back of the car in front of me. Who hit the car in front of them, who hit the car…well you get my point.  I had caused a short stack like pancakes at the IHOP.

After my only second time in the back of a cop car combined with the panic of “my mom was going to kill me”, my young faith filled memory recalled the words of the Apostle Paul’s to be thankful in “all circumstances”.  So as I soaked my soreness away in the tub I simply thanked God for sparing my life.

The simplicity of sixteen has passed and “circumstances” in my life have continued to come.  The crash of youth was easy to be thankful in.  I was able to drive my car home.  I was still alive.  No one was majorly hurt. It was easy to find thanks in the chaos.

But not every chaos is so clean cut.  Chaos comes in cancer, divorce, the loss of a child.  Circumstances mount in a job loss, division with family members and facing trials that we never signed up for.  Which begs the question: “how can you be thankful in the middle of the mess?”

I think “thanks” comes in two parts: thankful in it and thankful for it.

The first is not so complicated. Being thankful in the midst of the chaos is not overly complex because we tend to find things to be thankful for outside of the situation.  The divorcee says: “thank you for the wonderful kids from the marriage.”  The cancer patient says: “thank you for another day to see the sunrise.”  The stressed out parent says: “thank you we have enough to eat and a roof over our head.”

Being thankful in all circumstances is not quite as challenging as being thankful for the circumstance.  Honestly, who says “thank you for the worst possible pain I have ever experienced”?

No. One.

As Paul points out, the will of Christ is that we be thankful in “all” circumstances.  What most of us struggle with is our “all”. Your “all” and my “all” are not the same at all.  In truth, most of us keep our “alls” pretty well hidden.  They are the tucked away termites that often are eating away at the structures of our lives.  Most people never reveal their crumbling many times until after the house is rebuilt.

But we are challenged in these terrible moments to be thankful.  The greatest challenge is to find thanksgiving for them.

I don’t have the answers to why we face the storms.  But often the perspective we take is what creates thanksgiving.  In the worst of life moments, we often find the best of ourselves.  We find faith we didn’t know we had.  We find prayers we weren’t sure we could pray. We find God closer than we ever imagined.

While it is ridiculous to invite chaos into life, it is necessary to be thankful for it. For it is is the worst of life’s moments we are to be most thankful for the God that reminds us “in all circumstances” give thanks.

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