How ’bout now?

As a mother of young children, I was never a consistent disciplinarian. Having had a mom whose M.O. was to “let the kids have fun,” I didn’t know how to do it, and besides, being the bad guy was hard work. So I schlepped along, hit-and-miss, and it’s only God’s grace that brought my children through.

Jesus was never a parent, but we get glimpses of his parenting skills throughout the Gospels. I love to read how he got frustrated with his disciple-children once in a while, because all parents have those same exasperating moments.

Kids know in their hearts that parents have their best interests in mind when they set the rules, but a desire to “do their own thing” is often stronger than the will to comply. I saw a recent example of that in my granddaughter Skylar:

Pep!

This energetic, creative little girl is, at 4½, something of an expert on family relations. Last week when we were visiting, the whole family was working toward a birthday dinner for her little sister, Autumn. Company was coming at 5:00, and there was much to do. Linnea called to Skylar, asking if she’d please come into the kitchen to help her.

Caring for pets

Skylar’s reply was interesting. “Mommy, I’d love to help you a whole bunch, but I first have to deal with one of my pets who is having a birthday party tonight also.”

Her comment reminded me of the Bible story where 3 men expressed an interest in joining the ranks of disciples following Jesus. Their words said they were all-in, “a whole bunch,” but the excuses they gave as to why they couldn’t do it right-this-minute fell flat with Jesus.

These unnamed men had no concept of what they were about to give up by making excuses. They believed Jesus was their wondrous Messiah, but incredibly, after this conversation with the Son of God, they chose to go their own way.

Jesus did, too.

I shake my head and think, “They could have had one-on-one teaching from the Master! They could have watched his every move, listened to every conversation, gleaned how righteous living worked. They could have followed him all the way to the cross, to the Garden Tomb, and even to Resurrection Day! By making excuses, they forfeited it all.”

But am I any better? Hasn’t God asked me to do this or that when I’ve said, “Good idea, Lord. I’ll definitely get around to that somewhere along the way.” When I respond in that maybe-later way, do these God-structured opportunities evaporate? Does he come back later? Or does he go and ask a more obedient “child?”

What treasured opportunities have I forfeited?

Skylar didn’t get away with her bogus excuse, since Linnea and Adam are much better at disciplinary follow-through than I ever was. But as for Jesus, I have a hunch he usually leaves it up to us.

“Yes, Lord, I will follow you, but first let me say good-bye to my family.” (Luke 9:61)

A-Z

Katie and her mom PamToday my friend Pam came over, along with her daughter Katie. Since they live in Denver, this coming-over was very special, an event that’s happened only a handful of times since Pam and I left college in 1967. These two ladies have criss-crossed the country to the tune of 5000 Jeep-miles, dropping in on people who’ve had a part in supporting Katie’s missionary commitment with Wycliffe Bible Translators. Thankfully my house was on their route, and we enjoyed sharing conversation and hot soup on this snowy winter day.

Pam remembered Lake Michigan as being the first really-big lake she’d ever seen (during our Wheaton years), so despite their tight travel agenda, after lunch the three of us made a quick trip to the beach. In an effort to save time, Katie volunteered to drive her Jeep to the lake, confident a fresh foot of snow wouldn’t hinder us.

But confident or not, most of life skips over Plan A and moves directly to B, C, and beyond. After a refreshing visit to the beach, we headed back to the Jeep through snow deeper than the underside of the car. Then as we tried to move forward (as well as back and forth), gravity slid us sideways.

We landed inches from a row of sharp rocks that threatened to slice our spinning tires, but Pam and Katie (seasoned travelers) were well prepared with two military-style shovels. As a result, our story had a happy ending, but we could easily have spun against the rocks, unable to move at all (Plan C), or found ourselves Googling “tire stores” for an evening of unplanned shopping and expense (Plan D).

No one is very good at predicting the unknown, which includes everything beyond the present moment. As those unknowns become known, sometimes we’re forced to pass through different Plans almost as fast as a child can sing the A-B-C song.

Plan B

This afternoon Pam, Katie, and I had no desire for a Plan B, which included kneeling in deep snow and bending beneath car bumpers to speed-shovel the snow away from 4 tires. But we did it in an attempt to revisit Plan A rather than miss the travelers’ afternoon and evening appointments in Chicago.

This time, against the usual odds, that worked. After digging out, we proceeded with confidence, and the Jeep lurched from the drifts onto the road, allowing my visitors to get to Chicago on time.

But what about when lettered plans move through the alphabet faster than we can adjust to them? That’s when our only choice is to surrender to the Plan-maker who will show us how to view Plans A-B-C-D not as steps down but as stepping stones to the higher ground he has in mind for us. In his mind, each revision is progress.

And he doesn’t even require a 4WD to move forward.

“Lord…. in perfect faithfulness you have done wonderful things, things planned long ago.” (Isaiah 25:1)

Thinking on It

Iced TeaLast weekend while climbing the stairs with my arms full of books, shoes, and a bottle of iced tea, I noticed a dirty baseboard and bent down to swipe it with my sleeve. The bottle slipped from my arms and flew down the steps, banging left and right. Its lid popped off, and the tea poured over a neatly folded pile of clean sheets waiting on a lower step to be brought upstairs.

It then continued on down, drenching the carpeted steps and landing on a floor register at the bottom, where it poured the last of its contents into the duct-work.

Natural PB

The next day I was again on the stairs, this time heading to the basement to put extra groceries on our pseudo-pantry shelves down there. Though my arms were overloaded, everything was non-breakable except one item, the glass peanut butter jar riding atop the rest.

When I reached up to pull a light chain, it rolled off the pile and landed on the concrete floor. The jar shattered, mixing slivers of glass, PB, and peanut oil from the “all natural” brand I’d bought.

Two messes in two days. Surely God was trying to tell me something, but what? Not to overload my arms? To be willing to make several trips? To put things in bags before heading to the stairs?

That morning in my devotions I’d gotten the word “ponder” several times. I’d even written it down and prayed over it. Then that afternoon, while cleaning up my basement mess with a soapy rag, it came to me. God wants me to thoroughly ponder him without racing through my devotions.

My rushing around causing two accidents was his way of saying, “See how all that hurrying isn’t working? Don’t do that with Me.”

Instead he wants me to carefully, deliberately ponder everything about him and also the things he’s trying to teach me.

This morning in my devotions he wanted me to ponder pondering. Wanting to obey, I looked it up. It means to reflect, meditate, ruminate, weigh carefully, consider thoughtfully, think about deeply.

Wow. Pondering takes time! When I open my bible or approach him in prayer hoping to get something good out of it, I need to give him my full attention. That means finding a private place to meet with him, yanking my mind from the day just ahead, and turning off my phone. It also means opening my heart to whatever he wants to give, which might include stuff that’s hard to take, like conviction of sin.

Check it off!

To approach the Lord in a rush, hoping he’ll load me up with goodies after just a brief meeting is the opposite of pondering. That’s more like checking a box.

But coming to reflect, meditate,  ruminate, weigh carefully, consider thoughtfully, and think deeply is to guarantee significant blessings.

I might even be able to bless him back! And how nice to know that none of those goodies can ever spill or shatter.

“They received the word with all eagerness, examining the Scriptures daily to see if these things were so.” (Acts 17:11)