Climbing High

My favorite season has come to an end, and Labor Day tells me so. But I can’t complain. We’ve had an abundance of beach days during this hot, sunny summer. And with a steady stream of visitors, there have been lots of excuses to plunk our beach chairs on the sand for unhurried conversations – not to mention group swims, walks along the shore, and hunts for pretty stones.

Sand duneThere is one beach activity, though, that’s not quite so easy. Here on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan, we enjoy big silky sand dunes that bring vacationing families from far and wide to play on them. The dunes get a little bigger each year, too, depending on how dry the beach sand is and how stiff the winds. One dune nearby has risen to 260 feet and offers a strenuous workout to get to the top. Then, running downhill is a thrill as gravity morphs footsteps into giant airborne leaps.

Hannah and Weezi fly“It’s like flying!” the kids say.

The only catch: you have to climb to the top first.

Trudging up a steep dune isn’t easy. Michigan sand is winnowed by westward winds till it becomes fine granules that roll easily underfoot. On a sharp incline, every step can move a climber farther back than forward. At best it’s three steps up, two down.

But after many decades of hiking on sand dunes, I have one piece of helpful advice: as you climb, step into the footprints of someone else. It’ll give you the best odds for minimal slipping, since someone else’s body weight has already caused the sand to slide. And by the way, the fresher the print, the more sure your step will be.

God gave us some similar advice long ago. He said that if we follow in his footsteps, our progress through life will be good. We’ll back-slide less and arrive quicker where we ought to be. And he makes one last point — the fresher his imprint, the better for us. So, following closely is always a good idea.

IMG_4079When we do, he might even let us fly!

“Direct my footsteps according to your Word.” (Psalm 119:133)

Give it a try.

God has blessed me with 11 grandchildren… so far.

Currently they are ages 7, 7, 6, 6, 6, 4, 3, 3, 2, 1, and 6 months. I look at that roster and marvel at the joy and creativity they bring to life.

IMG_1284Most interesting are the ideas they have. Take Micah, for example, age six. During my last visit, we had thrown away a cardboard box, after which Micah had sequestered himself with it. A few minutes later he reappeared.  “Look everybody! I made my own sandals!”

Even one-year-olds have clever ideas. After little Lizzie first spotted her birthday cake, she knew immediately what she needed to do. Wanting to get maximum pleasure for minimal effort, she moved in on the cake in the most efficient way possible: by sucking it. Good idea!

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IMG_0620Emerald, at three, found a new way to play Dominoes – on the piano keys. Or maybe it was a new way to play piano, because she began plunking the new “keys” as soon as she’d finished arranging them.

Skylar at seven initiated a game of hide and seek – with a twist. We were instructed to hunt for items she’d hidden that were, if we looked carefully, fully visible. None of us found this one – her pink purse, camouflaged in a bush of pink flowers. (Center of picture.)

Pink purse hidden

Kids are a fountain of fresh ideas and love to experiment with them. Many turn into failures, but that’s how they learn. We adults monitor from afar and intervene if something has potential to harm.

Grown-ups have plenty of ideas, too, and love to try them out in much the same way children do. But if we’re Christians, we’d better run those ideas past God first, because they can be contrary to what he’s already told us won’t work. Just like children, though, we often try our ideas anyway, sometimes bringing long-term misery. Taking God’s advice over our own is always a better strategy.

Sadly, it’s not easy to adopt another person’s idea over our own, especially if it comes in the form of a warning. It means shifting gears and accepting that his recommendation is better than ours. It’s especially difficult to do that, if we have an emotional attachment to our idea. In that case our hearts try hard to overrule God’s wisdom. We say, “I know you don’t like this, Lord, but I just want to do it!”

Sound like a child?

Maybe that’s why God does, indeed, call us children (1 John 3:1), because we have no trouble acting that way. At least he says we’re his children.

Surely our heavenly Father doesn’t love us any less when we go against his counsel and our ideas fail. Just like an earthly parent, he uses those failures to teach us.

But the best idea of all might be that each time we have “a good idea,” we run it past him before we plunge ahead.

“Be imitators of God, as beloved children.” (Ephesians 5:1)

Where are you?

Although traveling has its perks, arriving home is best of all. But there’s one thing that trumps even that: greeting those we love when they’re coming home to us.

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Recently I’ve had the joy of making several trips to the airport to collect Birgitta, Emerald, Nelson, Linnea, and baby Nelson (5 months) as they arrived from a variety of places on different days.

Airport connection.Each time while waiting, I scanned the mob of unfamiliar faces, squinting to find those special ones I knew and loved.

And each time, suddenly there they were, emerging from the crowd – my people.

I wonder if that’s how it’ll be when we travel from earth to heaven. None of us knows exactly what that will be like, but leaving familiarity and entering this new realm surely must include at least one nano-second of searching for the face of Jesus.

Scripture tells us that as soon as our souls leave our bodies, those of us who believe in him will be with him. But how will we know which one is him?

Long ago when I was 8 or 9 years old, I remember asking Mom that very question. It was bedtime, and she was kneeling next to me after having prayed. “What does Jesus look like?” I said, having tried to envision him as we talked to him.

“Well,” she said, “he was Jewish, and the Bible says he didn’t have any special look that made him stand out from the crowd. My guess is he had dark hair, brown eyes, and a beard as most men did then. And that’s about all I know.”

Later she read a verse to me from Isaiah: “He… had no form or majesty that we should look at him, and no beauty that we should desire him.” (53:2)

As a child I found that fascinating, because others in the Bible had been given good looks. For instance, King Saul was “as handsome a young man as could be found anywhere in Israel.” (1 Samuel 9:2) But Jesus, who could have created his own body and face to be exceptional in every way, chose instead to make himself plain – nothing special to look at in either form or beauty. So, I wondered, how would I recognize him among the heavenly crowd?

Today I’m still wondering. The marks of crucifixion won’t identify him, because many others died that way and will have similar scars.

Airport connectionSo I thought of all my recent trips to the airport. Maybe recognizing Jesus will be much like recognizing my loved ones in a crowd. I know them well enough to identify them anywhere. Maybe as I continue to know Jesus better, I’ll recognize him easily when the time comes.

But even if that doesn’t happen, 1 John 3:2 says, “We know that when Christ appears… we shall see him as he is.” So, just as when I spot my people at the airport, seeing them as they are, I might recognize Jesus the same way.

And if all else fails, I’m confident he knows what I look like, so maybe if he notices my confusion, he’ll simply call out my name and wave me over.

“I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.” (1 Corinthians 13:12)