Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grace. Show all posts

7.24.2017

Dazzled: Women and the Law

 
"In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me." (Augustine)



A few weeks ago at my church's Bible study, we discussed strengthening our hearts in relation to Hebrews 13:9. Since then, I've been thinking about how much we strengthen our hearts in things that cannot save. We want strong hearts – hearts that are confident in our peace with God or hearts that are confident in some sort of “good” that is ours – but nothing ever seems to be enough to give us this security. Our greedy saviors are never full, and we're often stuck in a joyless circle as we try to sustain them. We can never relax and enjoy what we have in Christ, because we are being our own saviors.



I've noticed that women especially strengthen their hearts by comparison. We have joy when we feel superior to our sisters in Christ. Conversely, as soon as we see someone else with better possessions, a more picture-perfect family, or a purer righteousness, our hearts faint again.



To solve such weak-heartedness, it seems silly to say that we're not guilty enough, but I think we're often guilty over the wrong things and miss true conviction of sin.



If our hearts feel weak, we plan what to do better next time. We read articles and talk to others about what to do. When we talk about “what to do,” we don't expect someone to rattle off the ten commandments. We are looking for practical tips on how to be better at doing devotions, being a wife, working a job, or being a mom. There is absolutely a place for practical advice, but have we put practical advice in the place of God's law? (And have we taken the time to see our guilt before a holy God and believed the forgiveness we have in Christ?)



I think many Christian women view things that God does not explicitly command/forbid as God's law. We focus more on personal application (which can differ from person to person) than on His actual commands. For example, we might pressure ourselves to make meals for others and feel righteous, even though we speak to our children harshly as we prepare the meals. We look good and feel loving, but if we are unkind to our children, are we truly loving our neighbors as ourselves? We fail to measure up to God's true law, but we miss conviction for this sin. Instead, we pat ourselves on the back for some outward performance. We'd feel guilty if we didn't make the meal – everyone else would think we were unloving. We consider our own personal standards and what other people think of us, but do we consider God's standards and what He thinks?



We aren't the first people to emphasize our own laws or misinterpret God's law. The Pharisees did it. For example, in Luke 6:6-11, they wanted to accuse Jesus for healing a man on the Sabbath, but He asked, “Is it lawful on the Sabbath to do good or to do harm, to save life or to destroy it?” They were so fixed on their own “righteousness” that they missed what truly honors God.



In Hebrews 13, we see that some people follow certain regulations about foods (that were pronounced clean after Christ's coming) as a means of securing themselves before God, but it is not good for us to strengthen our hearts this way. In 1 Timothy 1:3-7, Paul warns of teachers who teach the law without truly understanding it and points out that they emphasize vain things. This theme appears in Titus as Paul warns of “the circumcision party” who teach “unprofitable and worthless” things as they quarrel about the law (presumably like the Judaizers of Galatians who wrongly required circumcision).



We're living age old legalism, and the solution to legalism isn't simply to see grace.* (Let me explain.) First, we need to see that we've never kept God's law and have fallen short of His glory. It is only after we are gutted by the law that we can see true grace. When we twist His law, we miss conviction of sin and, consequently, the true love of God.



We think things like: “She wakes up before the sun, but I wake up 30 minutes before I have to leave for work.” “She only eats whole foods, but I ate processed lunch meat today. Am I a bad steward of my temple?” “I have mom-guilt because I didn't make my kids a fun picnic lunch like she did.” “Man, I wish I followed a cleaning schedule like she does.”



When did God command us to wake at 5 a.m.? Did He forbid us from eating lunch meat or command us to make at least one special memory with our children per week? What pricks our consciences more – our apathy toward reading God's Word or the fact that our husbands came home to a messy house? Devotional time, healthy foods, events with our kids, and clean homes absolutely matter. But these examples are just a few of many ways in which we emphasize laws that God did not.



He has commanded that we love Him with all our hearts and love our neighbors as ourselves. Waking at 5 a.m. may be a way for some to love Him more. We may decide eating lunch meat isn't the best way to care for our bodies. Making memories with our children is a wonderful way to love our neighbors. However, when we focus on these things, at the expense of His true law, we miss His love.



Unlike the Pharisees of Luke 6, the sinful woman of Luke 7:36-49 knows her sinfulness under God's holy law. Even so, she loves Him. Her love for Christ pushes her into place where He is, and she worships Him in tender wonder. She doesn't pour out her expensive ointment because she is keeping some law she invented. She doesn't risk humiliation and kiss Christ's feet because of legalism, and she is not strengthening her heart by her actions. Her tears explode as a dam bursting from a heart already made strong in His love. She knows that she has many sins and that He's forgiven every one – thus she loves much.



If we water down the law, we are forgiven little because we see little sin. But the woman of Luke 7 shows us just how dazzling our forgiving Jesus can be.



Jesus did not pay for the fact that you woke up at 8 a.m. instead of 6:30 a.m. this morning. He paid for the fact that you love yourself and your own glory above Him and His glory. Christ is so much bigger than we, with our watered down laws, view Him.



Setting an alarm clock is something we can do. Loving God and others as He demands is an insurmountable mountain. It is as high as our guilt, and only Christ can climb these mountains. Praise God that He did once and for all.



When we recognize our true sin and repent of it, we honor Christ and His sacrifice. We lay hold of who He truly is and what He truly did for us. We honor Him by abandoning ourselves to His grace, and our hearts grow stronger.**



We miss so much of His holiness, His law, and our sin, but Christ did not miss it when He bore our sins away at Calvary. Only here can we be forgiven much, and only here can we begin to love much. I want your heart and my heart to be strong in His forgiving love. May we see Him meeting us here, in a wound deeper than we know, and be dazzled.



*Antinomianism and legalism spring from this low view of His holiness, law, and Christ.


**Then, knowing His forgiveness, we love Him and obey Him. In Titus 3:3-9, Paul recaps the gospel and explains that this trustworthy word is what benefits us. The gospel produces godliness and good works. We know this, but how much time do we spend seeing our sin and seeing His forgiveness? Thank God He will be faithful to lead us in this trustworthy Word more and more.

9.14.2015

Man Curved Inward on Himself

Homo incurvatus in se,
like a top-heavy sunflower
hanging its head.
This gravity pulls
like a current too strong,
and my efforts only tighten the noose
that I've tangled 
and tangled 
around my own neck.
I curve hunchback from the weight
of myself, sin, and works.

But You are.
You will carry,
You will bear,
and You will save.
This cross is not too heavy
for such a priest as You.

You. You. You. You.
    You. You. You.

Your blood runs too strong for me,
and I am pulled, unfurled, and freed
by insurmountable grace
that I must bow and receive.

3.05.2015

On a River in a Valley

Morn after morn
the sun comes blood red
over the mount
to the Valley of Trouble,
Muddy and turbid.

Lamb after lamb -
You break its neck, and it breaks your knees
to stand in the land with your hands
Covered in blood of the innocent dead.
The acid stains eat at your peace,
Feast at your peace with God,
and burn up your skin
into festering sores.

What hope is there
for the leprous soul,
the adulterous soul,
the traitor of God?

Lord, if you will, you can make me clean.”

The blood of the Son flows in rivers of red,
as He drowns in the wrath of God.
His heart is spilling,
Dousing the sinning in
Cleansing blood.
I AM WILLING!”
He rises and
the Valley of Achor
is a door of Hope.

12.07.2014

"I Am Who I Am"

You are holy.
You are happy.
You are God.
You are wise.
You are strong.
You are just.
You are jealous.
You are righteous.
You are gracious.
God. Gracious.
You are clean.
You are pure.
You're...beautiful.
You are sure.
You're...beautiful.
You are good.
God. Good.
You are lavish.
You are Love.
You are All.
You are for me.
You are worthy.
You are true.
You are You
And mine.
Shine. Eclipse.
Drown me in this.

10.06.2014

A Little Poem

The weeds,
the hollow macaron shells are
worthless objects of a massive mercy,
a Waterfall of Mercy,
a Rage and Rush over the needy.

Fill me.

5.02.2014

Quote: Precious Communion

"No happiness that all the glory of this world could produce is equal to that of a broken heart at the feet of Jesus. It is sweet to creep into the very bosom of Christ, while we feel how utterly worthless and unworthy, yet how welcome, we are." 

"I think, if I had ten thousand hearts, I would give them all to Jesus!"

From Walking with Jesus by Mary Winslow (italics mine)

4.25.2014

Sacred Communion

It is still and sacred,
This opening of me to You;
This opening of dirty hands;
This table of surrender, bread, and blood;
This giving, giving, giving that You do;
A grace from open, gracious You.

It's a reckless river,
This cleansing blood that's coursing through
The darkest depths of all of me;
This cup of water poured out pure and fierce;
This quenching for a burning soul from You;
A quiet gift from lamb-like You.

It is open access,
This curtain that's been torn in two;
Your broken body blessing me;
This opening of wounds then presence pleased;
This drawing near of prodigals to You;
A bread so beautiful it seems untrue.

But You are true
    and certain.
And as I finger signs and seals
Your heart pours into mine what's real-
Our sure
     though unseen
Union,
Me + You,
Communion.

2.05.2014

A Sketch of a Woman, Guilty and at Peace

    The lurid eyes of death always a picture in my mind, I felt a burning weight upon my chest, felt as though I were drowning, panicking, suffocating, and there was none to help, none to help.  Over and over again, I turned the pages of my life, searching frenziedly, reading between the lines even, for a reason as to why I was so cursed.  Was I not cursed?  Is that not what they would all say?  Perhaps this is why I felt so deserted; I expected no one to help me now.  Sinners did not merit care, and, without anyone to care for me, I knew that was how the town viewed me.  And in the deepest parts of me I knew. My fiery guilt is true, as real as the cold, stagnant body of my son.
    My dear, only son’s body was hoisted upon the bier and carried by a few men through the town for the procession.  The wailing of the crowd, considerable in size, was intense enough to give anyone nightmares.  Perhaps the women considered their own sons.  To add to the torture was the haunting memory of another funeral procession which seemed not very long ago in my mind, and I wailed.  More grieved than any, my wails stood alone.  Shock had not comforted me much, so at least I had a chance to express the ache already in my heart, released many a times since the day before in a groan here, a sob there.  The hours of worry released themselves also in my howls.  Where would I find food?  Shelter?  How long could I make it on our last loaf of bread?  My last loaf of bread.
    As we reached the gate to carry him out, from the head of the crowd I spotted another crowd coming toward us, a great crowd, and did not take much note of them.  However, for some reason, the other crowd stopped- I believe because their leader stopped- and the head of it looked at me, His face flushed from His journey, unattractive, beside the zest of life in His eyes, eyes that rested on me.  Turning my sallow face toward him, my eyes- I’m sure of stinging, pathetic, wild grief- met His eyes, compassion welling up in them, passionate compassion, almost fierce, that lively sparkle in His eye- or His look or whatever it was- ever present.  I note this all only looking back; when I first saw Him, I cannot I noted anything at all inhumane about this man. 
    Then He spoke.  “Do not weep."  His voice…it was excited, tense, gentle, magnanimous in its feeling, as if compassion spewed irresistibly the words from the depths of Him.  Queerly, then he walked up toward the bier, the men holding it standing still, and touched it. “Young man, I say to you, arise,” He said, confidence in His voice.  The Prince of Life collides with Death and Sin and wins. 
    My dead boy sat up and began to speak!  And the man gave him to me.  Relief swept over me like a refreshing sea breeze at noon, but wonder, fear, seized me even more, along with the rest of the crowd.  “A great prophet has arisen among us!”  “God has visited His people!”  God has visited His people, and peace has visited the earth among those with whom He is pleased.*  In a moment of desperate need, when all is lost for me and to me, He comes, merely passing by my town in His journey, with no reason to stop here but compassion, unasked for by me or any other as far as I know, unnecessary on His part, Life and Mercy dripping from Him, meeting me, guilty and helpless me, drawing near to me with Joy in His wake.  And peace flows like a river through my sin-scorched veins.**

Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.***

*Luke 2:14, ESV
**Isaiah 66:12, ESV
***Romans 5:1, ESV


Dialogue and story from Luke 7:11-17

2.04.2014

A Sketch of a Woman, Sinful and Forgiven

    The moment I heard that Jesus was dining with a certain Pharisee at his home, I hastened to Him.  My feelings ordered me to halt, Experience on their side; Reason continually pointed out to me the foolishness of my way, but neither could she stop me.  I set my jaw and forced myself to move.  I forced myself, but do not think, reader, that I was not compelled to go.  Paradoxically, I forced myself, while a confident belief forced me.  I had seen this Jesus before, and somehow, from that vision of Him, I knew. 
    My heart flew wildly like a caged bird, paced like a caged, passionate tigress, as I made my way through the city to the Pharisee's home, cradling gingerly my flask of ointment, by far the most valuable thing I had, perhaps more valuable than myself in many eyes, myself who was cheapened so by my sin, but still I wish I had more to give to Him.  Mind you, my goal was not to pay Him back for what He had done for me.  A beloved one is honored; the more costly the gift, the more value it attributes to the receiver.  Oh, how much more He deserved!  May He receive His reward.  My heart was empty when I first saw Him, all need, with so much I needed to give, so much Justice compelled me to give, so much I could not give, my heart only a black hole of sin.  His eyes pierced the pit of my heart with hatred, well-earned.  “Go to hell!  Away from me!”  The idea of His repulsion burned my soul, as did the realization that I merited it.  I caused the breach, not Him.  Oh, no, not Him.  The sin ran so deep in me, as if it were the blood running through my veins, pumping in my heart.  But now…I knew.  I would be welcome.
    It did not take me long to reach the Pharisee’s home.  Uninvited, I went in, clutching my flask, weeping.  I dared not stand before Him, not because I couldn’t; perhaps it was the very fact that He would let someone like me before Him that caused me to stay behind, at His feet.  Awe made me tremble as my tears fell- oh dirty tears!- onto His feet, beautiful feet.  I wiped them tenderly with my hair, trembling still that I was so close to Him.  I had to go further; He demanded more honor, though He said not a word.  I had to kiss Him, His feet, over and over again.  Then I poured the alabaster oil all over His feet, rubbing it in, stopping here and there for another kiss, to wipe another tear, the wetness of all three mixing together.  “I love you,” I said wordlessly in every tear, every kiss, every stroke of my hand along his oily feet.  I had purposed to go beyond customary attributions of worth.  I must have tears and hair instead of water and a towel, kisses on His feet, as though He were a King, alabaster ointment instead of common oil.
    To himself, Simon, the owner of the house, said, “If this man were a prophet, He would have known who and what sort of woman this is who is touching Him, for she is a sinner.”  I did not look up.
    For the first time, Jesus spoke.  “Simon, I have something to say to you.”
    “Say it, Teacher.”
    Throughout their exchange, I could not look up.  I kissed, and kissed, and kissed.  “A certain moneylender had two debtors.  One owed five hundred denarii, and the other fifty.  When they could not pay, he cancelled the debt of both.  Now which of them will love him more?”
    “The one, I suppose, for whom he cancelled the larger debt.”
    “You have judged rightly.”  Jesus turned to me; I felt His welcoming eyes upon me.  “Do you see this woman?  I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair.  You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not ceased to kiss my feet.  You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment.  Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven-”
    I know! my heart cried in confident, astonished joy.  Many sins, forgiven.  Oh, now He did not see the blackness in my veins, but beauty, purity, goodness, righteousness, all His own. 
    “-for she loved much.  But he who is forgiven little, loves little.”  The one who is forgiven much loves much.
    At last I ceased my kisses, an occasional tear still rolling down.  He said to me, “Your sins are forgiven.”  I looked at Him steadily.  His lips confirmed what I had known all along.  And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with him, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross.*  How you forgive such a nothing as me, Jesus!
    Those who were at the table with Simon and Jesus began to say among themselves, “Who is this, who even forgives sins?”
    I suspect Jesus knew their words, and, affirming His power and being dear to me, said, “Your faith has saved you;  go in peace.”  Peace for my tumultuous soul.  Peace with God, forgiven all the wrong I’ve done Him.  There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death. For God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do. By sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and for sin, he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us…**
   
*Colossians 2:13-14, ESV
**Romans 8:1-4, ESV


Dialogue and story from Luke 7:36-50, ESV

1.31.2014

Look Up

Dear Believer,
This is a land of hungry, roving eyes. It is so easy to lock in on things that are so much less than Jesus, to lock in on a “worldly” life or a “righteous” life. There is a clean, warm sky above, but perhaps each time you sin, you find yourself gazing more deeply into the mud, greedy for idolatrous mud and muddied righteousness. It is so easy, perhaps, to look even too much to how you are looking at Him! But if and when you look up from your sin, you will find that He is still here. And He still saves even those who are so messed up that they can’t even look to Him rightly. You will find that the cross still stands and His blood still covers you. You will find His eyes waiting for you, even searching (and He finds) for you, full of love and warm welcome. You will find eyes that say:
“…where sin increased, grace abounded all the more…” (Romans 5:20)
“The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning…” (Lamentations 3:22-23)
“I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst.” (John 6:35)
“Whoever comes to me I will never cast out.” (John 6:37)
“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.” (John 10:27-28)

And you won’t be able to take your eyes away.