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One little letter

They sound the same. They are spelled the same … except for one little letter.

Mourning and morning. Mourning is about grief, about the recognition of loss. You cannot love without loss. That’s where the one little letter comes in.  “U” stands for each of us because each of us has known and will know what it means to lose something that or someone who matters. The “u” can also refer to us. Grief can drive us apart or bring us together. We may mourn privately but our healing usually comes in community. We can be overwhelmed by our personal sadness but we can also be surrounded by those who will bear our griefs with us.

And yet there is more. How does mourning turn to morning? We are approaching Holy Week. In order to arrive at Easter we have to pass by the cross. The blackest day in history calls us not to pass by, but to linger and mourn – mourn the death, mourn the devastation of sin, mourn our responsibility. But we cannot linger long because Sunday’s coming.

On the morning of the third day, the power of sin and death and evil was broken. In the morning the stone was rolled away. In the morning the perfect sacrifice who suffered a cruel death left the grim reaper in the dust. In the morning He turned mourning to joy.

Within the span of a few days, the deaths of two remarkable women named Debbie have given us reason to mourn. Our hearts are broken for the families who have suffered loss. But we are people of hope as they were women of faith. Our mourning will turn to joy because of that morning two thousand years ago. One little letter … For God so loved “u” that He gave His only Son. Mourning turned to morning.

Take a deep breath

Good-bye 2016. You brought a plethora of experiences and events that touched every human emotion. We have known grief, despair, anger, confusion, disappointment, and fear. Our world has been rocked by disaster, violence, displacement, and loss. Notable people died this past year. Some of them had obtained celebrity status. Many perhaps mattered more to some of us because they were family and friends. We can be overcome by all that went wrong, all that hurt us, and all that we would change. We turn the page and engage a new year.

Greetings 2017. We refuse to take our first steps into the uncertainty of the days ahead terrorized by the darkness and destruction of evil. We are a people of hope who know the Creator of life personally, who claim an eternal relationship with the King of kings, who believe that we have a purpose to fulfill and a mission to accomplish. The path we will walk will not be without difficulty or pain. We know that we will need more than inner strength to face what will come our way. We claim the comfort, support, and faithfulness of family, friends, neighbors, fellow believers. Even more, we rely on the One who promised to be always with us.

Let His Word speak …

“Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9); “Don’t be afraid of the enemy! Remember the Lord, who is great and glorious, and fight for your friends, your families, and your homes. The joy of the Lord is your strength.” (Nehemiah 4:14; 8:10); “God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. So we will not fear.” (Psalm 46:1); “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” (Philippians 4:13); “He who is faithful to all these things says, ‘I am coming soon!’ Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!” (Revelation 21:20)

Light out of darkness

 A young German soldier was shipped to the front in the last days of World War II. Aware that his army was in desperate straits and the outcome was certain, he surrendered to the first British soldier he met. He was sent to a prisoner of war camp for the duration of the war.

He came from a family that had no interest in religion. While in the camp, he came to know some fellow soldiers as well as some Allied personnel who were Christians. Far from home, discouraged by his circumstances, and horrified as he learned of the ghastly horrors of concentration camps much different than the one where he was held, he began to consider matters of the spirit for the first time in his life. An American chaplain gave him a New Testament that he read with great interest. His life changed.

That young man was Jürgen Moltmann. He became one of the foremost theologians of our time. One of his greatest contributions was his classic work, Theology of Hope. He spoke of the transformation he experienced: “Many of us then, and I was one, glimpsed the light that radiates from the divine child. This light did not allow me to perish. This hope kept us alive.”

He knew the power of darkness, but he also knew that light was stronger still: “Today I see before me the millions of the imprisoned, the exiled, the deported, the tortured, and the silenced everywhere in the world where people are pushed into darkness. For it is on them that the divine light now shines.”

More than ever, the world needs the light, the life, the hope of Jesus Christ. Jesus, who proclaimed Himself the Light of the world, called His followers to be light and salt in the world He died to save. The season of Christmas gives us many opportunities to push back the darkness!

 

Of course I pray

Following a Sunday morning service, a man said to his friend, “I’ll bet you can’t recite the Lord’s Prayer.” The other man responded, “Yes, I can! Listen: ‘Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep …'”

“Wow!” said the first man, stunned. “I was sure you wouldn’t know it!”

Do you remember how you learned to pray? Did it start at your bedside or at the table? Was church the place you first began to pray? Was it a crisis that brought you to your knees? Was there a moment of awe and wonder that made you shout for joy and pray with praise?

Sometimes I think we make it more difficult than it needs to be. Prayer should be so natural. The psalmist wrote, “I love the Lord because He has heard my appeal for mercy. Because He has turned His ear to me, I will call out to Him as long as I live” (Psalm 116:1,2).

It is just that simple. God loves each of us like He loves all of us. He cares about His children. He invites us into an intimate relationship with Him. He wants us to share our lives, our hopes, our fears, our needs, our hurts for our sake. He knows. He really does.

Jim Cymbala noted: “I have discovered an astonishing truth. God is attracted to weakness. He can’t resist those who humbly and honestly admit how desperately they need Him.”

The week ahead offers us opportunities to pray in private and together in community. Prayer should happen naturally in a fellowship of believers. It should be characterized by expectancy and confidence. We approach the throne of grace boldly, said the writer of Hebrews (4:16). Robert Smith wrote: “You want prayer to be something that’s a powerful expression of faith and belief that God can touch those around you.” Prayer changes us as we pray for things to change. Here are some key factors for praying churches:

  • Praying churches experience breakthroughs – barriers are torn down, pathways are cleared, new directions are forged
  • Praying churches have praying leaders – leaders must first be followers who seek the true Leader
  • Praying churches anticipate answers – stories are told, answers are celebrated, a climate of expectation is fostered
  • Praying churches attempt great things for God – when God’s people pray, God works. When God works, transformation occurs

It’s time to pray!

What if?

It happened on June 24, 1935. Four young people were double dating. The young man who was driving tried to take a curve going too fast. He lost control. The car flipped several times, ejecting three of the passengers. The fourth was pinned under the car. The others survived their injuries. She didn’t. Elizabeth Wilbanks died that night. She was 17 years old. She had just graduated from high school.

The boy she was dating that night was the driver of the car. He was Jewish. Why should that matter? These young people lived in Anniston, northeast Alabama … in the ‘30’s. A young Baptist girl was dating a Jewish boy in the Deep South. You would have thought there might have been a scandal. No. The community rallied around the young people and the grieving family.

Elizabeth’s older brother by two years was a student at the University of Alabama. His parents got word to him; he needed to come home. Something terrible had happened. It wouldn’t be the last time. Thirteen years later, he would receive another summons. His younger brother was in the hospital in Anniston. He had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. He was 24 years old when he died.

He lost both siblings in his young adult years. In between their deaths, he served in the 90th Division of the US army in the European Theater from 1943 to 1945. He came home with a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. A lot of his buddies were left behind.

Life is full of “what ifs” – you take the left fork instead of the right; circumstances develop that force your hand in unexpected ways; young lives are cut short; dreams are altered or shattered. Misery happens to all of us sooner or later. Our broken world serves up a great deal of pain and heartache. How do you live with the “what ifs” of life?

I wish I had all the answers. Even with the consoling help of Scripture, we can be overwhelmed by the “what ifs” we ponder. The young man who lost so much in those years had two amazing parents. After all, they had lost two children and fretted the loss of their oldest in war. They didn’t approach their sorrows and fears with blind faith. Instead, they practiced a willing trust that didn’t demand all the answers. They chose to live with hope. They laughed and sang with joy, a joy that sustained them when their hearts were heavy. Their surviving son learned well. He also chose to live with optimistic, joyful faith. He modeled that faith among those he loved and served. If he had lived, he would be 100 on July 16. We don’t mourn his death; we celebrate his life – full of faith, hope, and love. He was my dad.

Wishes come true?

The song was written in 1940 for Walt Disney’s adaptation of the story a little wooden puppet who became a real boy. The animated character who sang it was a talking cricket named Jiminy. The original version was performed by singer Cliff Edwards. The song continues to be the theme song for the Walt Disney Company. It was the first Disney song to win an Oscar.

“When You Wish upon a Star” suggests a world where dreams come true. Pinocchio’s wish was granted. In Disney films, dreams usually do come true. I am a sucker for happy endings.

Life doesn’t always work out that way. We live in a broken world where people don’t dare to dream because they believe there is no use in dreaming; because hard work doesn’t always end in success; because someone else seems to have all the luck; because life can be cruel and heartless.

So, why try?

  • Because life is too precious to waste
  • Because we don’t have to wallow in misery
  • Because someone needs us
  • Because our dreams open the world to new possibilities
  • Because we are children of the King
  • Because we were made to be His masterpieces
  • Because there is no one else just like us

We can become jaded, cynical, pessimistic, and fatalistic. We can expect the worst because we look for the worst. We can bathe in self-pity and join the ranks of the miserable …

Or we could choose another path: “Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.”

That was Paul’s advice in Philippians 4.

Paul might not have had the sweet tenor voice of Jiminy Cricket, but his words sound like a hopeful hymn to me: “Don’t worry about anything, but pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.”

 

Triumph over Tragedy

Monty Williams had just been told his playing days were over. A promising freshman basketball player at Notre Dame, he was devastated by the doctor’s diagnosis – a rare cardiovascular condition that could take his life if he continued to play. Disconsolate, he thought about suicide. He had met a young woman named Ingrid Lacy and they were falling in love. When he was at his lowest, she encouraged him to set his sights on new challenges. In the next two years, their relationship blossomed. Friends and family were praying for him. His symptoms vanished and he was able to return to the team and then head to the NBA.

Triumph over tragedy? Monty Williams now coaches with the Oklahoma City Thunder. Life seemed to be on the upswing. He and Ingrid, valued contributors to their church and community, enjoyed a full life. Parenting five children was both daunting but rewarding. On February 9th, Ingrid was driving, accompanied by three of their children when her vehicle was struck by a car traveling at 92 mph. The head-on collision took the lives of Ingrid and the woman driving the other car. The children survived their ordeal.

Triumph over tragedy? On ebruary 18th, more than 900 people gathered for the “celebration of life” service to honor and remember Ingrid Williams. The crowd included NBA and college coaches and players, civic leaders from Oklahoma, media members, and people who just wanted to be there to support the family.

Monty Williams gave the eulogy that day. You can find it easily because the service coverage went viral. The grieving husband acknowledged the family’s  pain but said, “We didn’t lose her. When you lose something, you can’t find it. I know exactly where my wife is.”

His powerful words spoke of hope in the face of despair, and faith in the presence of heartache. He asked those assembled to pray for the family of the woman who also lost her life. He didn’t pretend there was no hole in his heart, but he refused to be defeated.

In our broken world, tragedy happens much too often. How do we make it when it happens to us? There are no easy answers, no simple pathway. Every day is a crisis in faith. But every day is an opportunity to take one step. Bill Gebhardt was the Williams’ pastor while Monty coached the New Orleans Pelicans. He said of Monty: “He truly understands that the price of love is grief, and he is deeply grieving. He is facing each day with faith and authenticity.”

“God blesses those who mourn, for they will be comforted” (Matthew 5:4). Empty words? Not to Monty Williams.