Max Lucado Devotion

Team Up
by Max Lucado

In 1976 tremors devastated the highland of Guatemala. Thousands of people were killed, and tens of thousands were left homeless. A philanthropist offered to sponsor a relief team from our college. This flyer was posted in our dormitory: "Needed: students willing to use their spring break to build cinder block homes in Quetzaltenango." I applied, was accepted, and began attending the orientation sessions.

There were twelve of us in all. Mostly ministry students. All of us, it seemed, loved to discuss theology. We were young enough in our faith to believe we knew all the answers. This made for lively discussions. We bantered about a covey of controversies. I can't remember the list. It likely included the usual suspects of charismatic gifts, end times, worship styles, and church strategy. By the time we reached Guatemala, we'd covered the controversies and revealed our true colors. I'd discerned the faithful from the infidels, the healthy from the heretics. I knew who was in and who was out.

But all of that was soon forgotten. The destruction from the earthquake dwarfed our differences. Entire villages had been leveled. Children were wandering through the rubble. Long lines of wounded people awaited medical attention. Our opinions seemed suddenly petty. The disaster demanded teamwork. The challenge created a team.

The task turned rivals into partners. I remember one fellow in particular. He and I had distinctly different opinions regarding the styles of worship music. I—the open minded, relevant thinker—favored contemporary, upbeat music. He—the stodgy, close-minded caveman—preferred hymns and hymnals. Yet when stacking bricks for houses, guess who worked shoulder to shoulder? As we did, we began to sing together. We sang old songs and new, slow and fast. Only later did the irony of it dawn on me. Our common concern gave us a common song.

What if the missing ingredient for changing the world is teamwork? "When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action. And when two or three of you are together because of me, you can be sure that I'll be there" (Matt. 18:19-20 MSG).

This is an astounding promise. When believers agree, Jesus takes notice, shows up, and hears our prayers.

And when believers disagree? Can we return to my Guatemalan memory for a moment?

Suppose our group had clustered according to opinions. Divided according to doctrines. If we had made unanimity a prerequisite for partnership, can you imagine the consequences? We wouldn't have accomplished anything. When worker divide, it is the suffering who suffer most.

They've suffered enough, don't you think? The Jerusalem church found a way to work together. They found common ground in the death, burial, resurrection of Christ. Because they did, lives were changed.

And as you and I do, the same will happen.

Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their work:
If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!
(Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 NIV)

O Lord, whenever I address you as "ourFather," cause me to remember that I have been called to be part of a holy community. You did not call me to remain in isolation but placed me in the body of Christ, along with every other believer in Jesus throughout the world in every age. Please give me the grace to act on the truth that you created us to grow as a team, to work as a team, to worship as a team, and to weep and laugh and live as a team. Grant me the wisdom and the strength to partner with you and with my brothers and sisters in Christ to meet the needs you place before us. For Jesus' sake and in his name I pray, amen.

From Outlive Your Life: You Were Made to Make a Difference
Copyright (Thomas Nelson, 2010) Max Lucado

The Wegman boys

Ethan or uncle Philip??????

The Sand Ceremony

The blended sand

New brothers

Noah - looks like he's up to sumthin'...

blending the families...

The Kiss

Dancing

Handsome boys...

The Bride and Groom

The Rings

A sweet kiss from my prince...

Goodbyes

This week I had two goodbyes to deal with that have my heart rather heavy. First, I had to say goodbye to Lindsey Grandits, a beautiful sister that I met and worked with at Real Life Church in Roseville, MN. She won her 4 year battle with cancer and went home to be with our Savior last Wednesday. Her life and legacy will live on and her family is a testimony of that. Such wonderful, real people who are not afraid to grieve, but also show such amazing courage and strength as they rely on Jesus to walk the grief with them. Prayers continue for Bruce, her brave and loyal husband, the Volin family and the Grandits family. I wish I could be there to grieve with you. Alas, the miles may keep us apart physically, but my spirit and heart is with you all. I love and admire you all so deeply.

Not only do I grieve for her biological family, but her church family. I still miss the people of RLC dearly. In all my life, I never felt a part of something so completely as I did there. Those people embraced my family when we first came to RLC, and then stood by me and acted as my "Aaron"...keeping my arms up when I had no strength on my own through my divorce. They were the hands and feet of Christ for me and my boys. I've been away now for 2 years and still feel as though I am a member of Real Life Church. If I could have packed them all up with me and brought them to Ohio, I would have in a heartbeat. RLC was the single hardest thing for me to leave in MN. I'm sure the Grandits and the Volins are benefiting from that love and support now.

The second goodbye is actually harder and hit me in ways I did not expect. Lindsey may be gone here, but I will see her again. We rejoice in that hope we have in Christ. This week, a dear friend whom I've loved and admired deeply went through with a very bad and wrong decision and divorced her husband. It was not a biblical divorce and it reopens wounds of betrayal I felt with Rob - and she didn't divorce me. That has surprised me. That I could be affected so deeply by her choice. I weep for her husband who loved her with every fiber of his being, and her children who are very confused right now. I weep for her - the deception she has embraced and the woman I once knew as doing right above all else and so full of wisdom. Saddest part is that she justified her decision by saying that "divorce is not the unpardonable sin, so it's ok and will be better for everyone." She honestly still believes she is walking rightly.

I know God can forgive...but can God ever fully restore a person who willfully chooses outside His plan for their "happiness" to the glorious plan He had intended for them? I want ALL God has for me. I want to hear His sweet voice telling me I did well and was good and faithful to Him. I don't want to disappoint Him. He is much more important to me than any temporary situations, feelings, discomfort.

The legacy she is leaving her children...one of question. I know her eldest daughter is wrestling with her own faith. How can I love God and love my mother who openly has sinned at the same time? If I love God, do I have to reject my mom? If I love her, does that mean I am excusing what she did? I am reminded that the Word says it is better to have a millstone hung around your neck and be drowned than to cause a little one to stumble. She has the blood of three on her hands now.

I still love her. But I've lost a great deal of respect and honor I had towards her. I'm disappointed. She stood by me through my own divorce, so eloquently and wisely pointing out Rob's deception... then somehow, she herself swallowed it hook, line, and sinker. And the worst deception is when you don't believe you are deceived, but believe you have finally "found the truth". Only Christ can penetrate that lie. And my experience so far suggests that it is the lie that God turns the disobedient over to in His Word. Allowing them to be so convinced of their deception, that they no longer have the ability to seek truth. Will their souls be saved? I hope so. Or will they be some of those people who tell God "but we did all of these things in Your name, Lord!" and He tells them "sorry. You never really knew ME."

I now what legacy I want to leave...one that points ALL glory to Him. If my children come to know Christ as savior, and lead their families to Him, then I have been blessed, indeed.

I've reflected a lot lately on the 13 years I spent in MN. I think the main lesson I've learned is this: people are sorely disappointing. Do not put your faith in them. Do not lift them up too high or honor them too much or give them too much respect as leaders and authorities in your life. Be very selective. And always...keep your eyes on Christ first and foremost. For even those you think you know and you trust the most, can have their hearts darkened and fall away. Don't get me wrong...I'm not being pessimistic. I still have many dear friends and have many more good stories than bad ones. I just found out that I'm a little too willing to give trust and honor and elevate people and I need to be wiser about it. I've been burned by leadership, fellow ministers, friends, and even my spouse. And I never expected it out of any of them.

Lindsey is at home. The longer I am here, the less like home it feels. And I can't wait to dance with her and Jesus and leave this strange, painful place behind. Maranatha, Lord Jesus.

Redeemed

I was contacted recently by a former college friend who came across my blog on the alumni site. She reminded me that God can use ANYTHING - even a broken woman's words as she processes her pain. I felt the Holy Spirit speaking to me as I constructed my response to her and thought it fitting to share part of it as a post. Of course, any personal references between her and I have been removed to respect her privacy...

When I started writing about my divorce, I wrestled a lot with it - wasn't sure if it was a good thing for me to put all that emotional "vomit" out there. Many of my posts were edited severely after writing them because upon rereading them I realized they were just a personal attack on Rob. And a few probably still slipped in. But all along the way, I recieved encouragement from others, mainly women, who said that my willingness to be transparent even with the ugly stuff of my own heart, was helpful to them.

So many books we read on divorce and marital struggles are written after "victory" or after coming through the storm. Even now, I could not write of my pain and faith struggles in the same way now that I'm on the other side of it all. I wanted to be able to look back and remember and say "Indeed God was and IS faithful. Indeed He has restored me. Indeed I have been redeemed and He has worked it together for HIS good." I wanted something to reassure myself and anyone else reading it that questions, doubts, anger...it's all part of the process. I was in no mood to keep up some hyper-spiritual facade. This was REAL. And I wasn't going to be anything but. What good is hearing trite "christianisms" when you have deep pain in your soul? If God could not handle my rancor and ranting, then why was I following Him? Was I alone in my anger towards Him? Was I the only person who questioned His character, motives, love for me? I didn't believe so. I felt safe in my relationship with God, even encouraged by God to just be brave enough to let all my ugliness out there. To express the darkness in my heart so that someone else didn't feel so alone in theirs.

Sometimes I worry that our Pentecostal roots only allow us the triumph and not the struggle...so when we do struggle, REALLY struggle with BIG things, we feel like we have become faithless, backslidden. I think we miss out on an opportunity to know Christ as the Lover of our souls - as walking THROUGH the fire with us. Instead, we view the trial as something we must endure to reach Christ on the other side and prove ourselves worthy of Him. And that simply cannot be. The divorce was horrible. I was dedicated to my covenant with Rob (as much as I humanly could, of course - I'm not perfect). But I have come to know my savior in a more intimate way than would have ever been possible through this ordeal. I have personally experienced the verse "we will overcome by the Blood of the Lamb and the Word of our Testimony". My testimony included the doubt. The questions. The railing. If I has stopped there, it would have been wrong. But it would have been just as wrong to only testify of the victory in the end and not the bloody battle along the way. And I know that any victory I achieved was not won in my own flesh - for my testimony bears witness to my failures, my frailties and my utter inability to save myself. The credit belongs to the Lamb. I simply followed Him and when I could do nothing else, stood my ground and let Him fight for me.

I still believe with all my heart that God would have rather had Rob give his whole heart to Him and restore our family, but since Rob chose not to, God has not held me hostage to Rob's choice AND has blessed me with the mate and partner that I believe God intended for me to have all along. It was very hard for me to reconcile (and still is somedays) that I can be divorced and remarried yet still be in God's perfect will. But I've come to conclude that His perfect will for us has much more to do with our hearts and attitudes than our circumstances. I'm still in the same play - it's just been recast. I'm still going in the same direction...following the footsteps of my Maker. I just have new company on the journey.

While I will shout from the mountains that God has blessed me with Steve and my new marriage and I do not doubt that for one second, I want to be careful to not be misunderstood... I would encourage anyone to do everything humanly possible to avoid divorce. Counseling, prayer, whatever. Ultimately, all that we can control is ourselves - the other party has to make that choice as well. I found that it didn't matter that I was completely willing to forgive, reconcile, work at whatever needed to be done to save my relationship with Rob - Rob wasn't. That was hard to accept. But I knew I was blameless, at least. I can look in the faces of my children and say with confidence that their dad would still be my husband if he had wanted to. In spite of the offense of sexual impurity. So you do all you need to do in your heart. Even if you are the "victim" or the one offended. Obviously be safe. If you are experiencing a physical abuse, I do not believe God would have you stay in a dangerous situation. Seperation is a viable alternative. But don't let your heart grow hard towards God and therefore your spouse. Let not man put your union asunder - especially if that "man" is you. If it is to end, allow God to keep you blameless in its ending. That is not the popular view our world throws at us. Instead, the world says if we are not "happy", we deserve to do whatever we need to to become "happy". Happiness is an illusion. Contentment comes from the peace of knowing you choose God's ways over your own. If the problem is abuse, get to a safe place, protect yourself. Follow God's plan. Listen to His leading. I would not advise anyone to file for divorce or not file. I would certainly rather someone try seperation first and see if that changes anything so that they would know beyond any doubt that if it ends, there was no other alternative. That is only Lori speaking - personally, I would need that peace of knowing I did all I could to stay in my covenant. THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU SHOULD ALLOW A SPOUSE TO CONTINUE HURTING YOU. God forbid. Being a faithful, committed wife/husband does not include the job description of punching bag. Love sometimes means confronting someone with their wrong and removing from them the PRIVELEGE of being with you until they do right. If they never choose right, then they never earn that privelege back.

Thanks to anyone who has let me know my story has helped in some way. That was and is my continual prayer to God - that somehow he uses the pain I endured and the shambles my life was in to His glory - for I know only He could redeem such a mess. It certainly is not the way I ever expected to be used by Him, but I can say with confidence along with Mary (Jesus' mother) "behold the handmaiden of the Lord. May it be unto me according to YOUR will." I am honored that he can use me in any fashion - even if my body is cast into the flames. That is not easy to say and I don't say it flippantly. I am certainly not a martyr - I have no desire for pain, suffering, discomfort. But I have experienced Him being with me through it and now I am getting the privelege to see Him use it to minister to others. My story continues to be written. To God be all the glory!

Fathomless...

I am witnessing more and more of professing Christians who twist truth and scripture to justify and "support" their sinful, selfish choices. It sickens my heart. While I know I need to make sure my own house is in order, I certainly don't want the "sticks in my eye" pointed out by the person with a "log" in their own. I heard it best stated once..."I don't want a fat preacher telling me not to smoke."

I cannot understand it. I see it more and more around the breakup of marriages. My own ex tried this tactic. It's as if the offender thinks anyone who tells them they are wrong is being unloving, ungracious, and somehow that means that God has approved of them and their decision - becuase he is giving them the grace to bless their "persecuters" (those who tell them they are in sin).

This must be what the Word means when we are told that people who willfully sin loose their ability to understand. They become fathomless. Their eyes and heart are darkened. They are given over to the choices they make. Really...how else would someone who has experienced the love and power and forgiveness of the Almighty God ever choose to willfully disobey him if their soul was not calloused in some way? I wonder if they become permanently damaged? If they are ever allowed to go back to the state they once were in? Maybe that is why they can do so little to think so highly of themselves...they have lowered their standard so much that even a mouse can reach it.

It's scary to watch. And it keeps me on my own knees. Search me, 'O God, and see if there is any wicked way within me. Know my heart. Reveal it to me and lead me in the everlasting way. Cleans me, God. For I am a wretch apart from you. Your Holiness and Your standard are beyond my ability to attain, therefore I need your grace and the blood of Christ to cleans me daily. May I never do anything to offend my maker or to break His heart. I want to be clean. Please may I NEVER understand why some people would choose to settle for living in a garbage can when we can, in Christ, go from glory to glory. And God, let me NEVER use your grace as an excuse to misbehave. God forbid. Let me NEVER excuse away your standard for my own happiness or comfort. God forbid. Let me NEVER choose myself over you or anyone else. God forbid.

Teach me the balance of how to show love and grace to brothers and sisters who have fallen, while not excusing them and being bold enough to point out their sin if they don't see it or if they have decided even though this is wrong, I'm still going to do it. This is love - to not ignore the sin, but also being willing to help them out of the pit. If all I do is preach, then that is not love. If all I do is say "you are ok in spite of what you are doing", then that is also not love. Love says "hey...did you know you are swimming in sewage? Here, let me help you out of there and show you where you can go to get a shower and clean clothes, etc." If the swimmer says "yeah, and I like it", well then, that doesn't mean I have to say "OK. That's fine. Guess that is OK for you. I support your decision. I'll never speak of it again. As a matter of fact, I won't even expect you to ever get out...you let me know if you need something and I'll go get it for you and bring it to you so you can enjoy your crap." I obviously can't make them get out, but I can, from time to time remind them of the dangers of gangrene and infections, and disease and remind them I know where they can get clean. Isn't that our obligation as Christians? Especially towards those who still claim to be part of the fellowship?

I struggle with Paul's teaching: first you confront them. If they don't listen, take a few brothers/sisters with you. If they still don't listen, take them before the body. If they still don't listen, cut them off. Are we, as the body of Christ, allowing open, festering wounds to continue in our congregations and spreading the infection? Where is church discipline in our age? Could this be why we see an outbreak of divorce and broken homes in our churches and this swapping of spouses? Could this be why we see our young women dressing immodestly? Could this be why we see gluttenous, wasteful, consumer driven congregations? Could this be why we see jealousies and covetuousness amongst us?

Your input is certainly welcome. I don't have the answers. All I know is that when the body of Christ looks so much like the world, how can we then claim to be a peculiar, set apart people? And I'm not calling for a move back to legalism, but we do need a move back to holiness, I think.