God Hurts

Last Christmas Eve, as I was making a trifle, I asked God, “Should I make one layer or two layers of pound cake?”
And I felt like he said, “I really like it when you invite me into the smallest details. I love you and want to be fully involved in your life. There are no boundaries between you and me. I love when you invite me in everywhere, and it hurts when people think I’m too busy to be involved in the details of their lives.”

What a thought. The eternal, invisible, ever-present, all-wise, powerful-beyond-all-human-imagination God wants to be invited into our everyday, walking-around, making-dessert lives.

He wants our attention. He wants us to ask him for wisdom. He wants to sit with us and hear about our day.  He wants us to depend on him for the smallest kind of help.

Jesus, God made flesh, dwelt among us in first-century Palestine. He involved himself in wine-making to celebrate the wedding at Cana. He walked along the trail with his friends, talking of everyday objects and activities. He is not a far-off God. He is as near as we want him to be. He hurts when we think he’s too busy for us.

Oh, and I don’t remember how many layers he said to do. Maybe that didn’t matter.

Jesus, we don’t want to hurt you. Please help us remember to invite you in, everywhere.

Permission to Speak Freely

At your church, do you have permission to speak of hidden sin and shame? What’s the culture about confession? What’s allowable? Can you tell your pastor of your porn addiction? What about your small group? Can you speak from the front of the congregation about your deep fear of rejection? Who can you talk to about the sexual abuse? Who will hear your hatred?

Anne Jackson has written Permission to Speak Freely, a small book with a big message. Thomas Nelson, the publisher, sent me a copy. I read it the same day I received it.

When I finished, I thought, “I’ve always been part of honest churches.” And yet, when I pondered that more, I realized that I’ve been willing to share my garbage, sin, and shame, but I’m not sure everyone in the congregations I’ve been part of have felt that.

I was pushed into that sharing, in some ways, because of my obvious, psychotic dysfunction in the seventies. Everybody knew, in our 400-member group. I did a lot of crazy, attention-getting behaviors. Oops.

But I was prayed for and I had permission to speak freely of my pain and sin. Would that we all could begin with confession and find sanctuary in our churches. Here’s a video Anne’s done to promote the concept:

Permission to Speak Freely Resource Video from Anne Jackson on Vimeo.

Jesus, please bring your church to the place of real sanctuary again. Revive compassion and acceptance in our hearts, along with accountability. For your glory and our strengthening. Amen.

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Receive His Peace

“Jesus, I receive your peace.” That’s my prayer lately. Jesus says, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John 14:27

Growing up with the constant fear and sometimes reality of sexual abuse, I breathed worry, tumult, and distress. The emotional atmosphere of our childhood leaves its mark. Warmth, concern, compassion yields an interior sense of calm and hope. The constant, low-level fear that marked my upbringing set me up for an automatic expectation of evil. At a young age, evil had surprised me and I half-expected pain around every corner.

Prince of Peace Pictures, Images and PhotosEven when we’ve experienced much healing, that expectation of difficulty dies hard. We worry our children won’t come home from an overnighter. We’re afraid to fly–not so much because of pat-downs, though they also scare us–but because the plane might crash. We know our spouse is faithful, but that doesn’t stop images of unfaithfulness flitting through our minds.

There’s been something helpful lately in that prayer:  “Jesus, I receive your peace.” He says he gives it to us. Not based on circumstances, but based in his character. The God who comes in the flesh to be with us is still right here, right now.

Jesus, show us how to receive the peace you offer. For your glory. Amen.