Category Archives: Remembering

Heartache Headquarters

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Yesterday we left the biblical Peter on an all-night fishing trip aching to be with Jesus, not sure it would ever happen again. After a miserable night of fishing failure (and probably confusion over what he would do with his future), all of a sudden his greatest longing materialized on the beach – a wonderfully familiar voice calling across the water to him!

Jesus calls to the men

Could it be? Did he dare hope? When their fishing net miraculously filled with fish, he knew, and from the core of his heart the ache exploded into fervent glee. It was so overpowering he threw himself into the sea, swimming wildly toward shore and his beloved Friend. Peter no longer cared about the monster-sized catch of fish, his boat, the other men, or anything other than the Person on the beach.

This is one of those scriptural moments when I envision Jesus throwing his head back and laughing as he watched Peter thrash through the water toward him. Did they embrace when he got there, wet man and dry man?

Jesus had been almost playful the way he’d surprised the men with that net of fish. And it wasn’t lost on them that he worked a second wonder when the strained net didn’t rip.

The whole scene must have been punctuated with shouts of happiness as the men encircled Jesus and reveled in the rich satisfaction of being with him again. Proverbs 13:19 says, “The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul,” a truth written all over these disciples on that day.

As I studied this passage, God asked me a question: “Margaret, do you long to see Jesus as much as Peter did?”

“Sure!” my heart answered. “Of course!”

Missing Nate

But then came his second question: “As much as you long to see Nate?”

“Well,” I thought, avoiding the answer, “when my heart aches to see Nate again, the longing will never be satisfied on earth as it was for those disciples. So of course I’m excited about seeing him in heaven.”

On and on my mental reasoning went. “I miss the daily companionship of my husband, the one I knew so well. I miss our conversations and his counsel. I miss him coming home at night, and I miss our I-love-you’s. The thought of one day having him back in all those ways sometimes makes me ache to see him.”

The more I thought about it, though, the more I knew something was amiss in my heartache-headquarters. That’s when God asked his last question: “Do you think you could get to know Jesus even better than you knew Nate?”

It was important to think about that, and in my deepest heart, even deeper-down than my sometimes-ache for Nate, I knew that if I made an effort to get to know Jesus better than ever before, the end-result would be a Peter-esque longing for him that would be unmatched by any other… even my longing for Nate.

“Grow in the…. knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.” (2 Peter 3:18)

Gettin’ Old

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Recently I bumped into some friends Nate and I had known in our early days of marriage. They were older than us by about a decade, and we always admired them greatly.

Handshake

I could tell the husband didn’t recognize me, so I said, “It’s Margaret Nyman,” as I shook his hand and smiled.

But nothing.

“From Moody Church?” I added. But he needed more.

“You sent an encouraging letter to me after Nate died.”

And finally it clicked.

“Oh yes! Margaret!” he said, folding me into a hug.

But what he said next was a bit unsettling, though spoken without the slightest tinge of malice. Studying my face he said, “Oh my! It has been a long time since I’ve seen you!”

Not sure how to respond, I just chuckled and turned to greet his wife.

Sometimes the truth arrives as a smack, and I thought about this man’s comment for quite a while. But he was only saying out loud what I’d seen in my mirror every day.

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Doris D.My sister Mary and I have always been fans of Doris Day, an actress who played the wholesome girl-next-door in movies of the ‘50’s and 60’s. We loved her sugar-sweet romantic comedies and were captivated recently when a special-edition magazine about her life hit newsstands.

When we paged to current-day pictures of this once-adorable woman, however, we gasped, responding much like my friend did to me: “Oh my! What happened to her?”

Mary recovered first, and in a quiet voice said, “It comes to all of us.” And that’s the truth of our steadily declining physical selves.

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A popular belief these days is that the Baby Boomer generation, approximately 76-million strong, won’t age. Although this group “got wild” in their teens and twenties, eventually they brought national attention to health food and were responsible for starting the running craze.

They shun retirement and retirement homes, and news commentators have noted Boomers are in a state of denial about their own aging and death, preferring instead to “think about it later.” But deep down, they know it’ll come.

It’s not that each of us didn’t have a grand beginning. What could be more remarkable than God “knitting us together in our mothers’ wombs”? (Psalm 139) If we stockpile enough years, though, Mary’s statement becomes everybody’s bottom line: “It comes to all of us.”

But there is an up-side. Spurgeon says it well: “Our bodies humble us, and that is about the best thing they do for us.” Since God values humility, maybe that’s the whole reason he designed the aging process as he did.

So, no matter how many old friends don’t recognize us through our wrinkles, we mustn’t despair. For now, it’s a healthy humbling, and some day? It’s all going to come to a delightful conclusion:

“The Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will [when he returns] transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.” (Philippians 3:20-21)

Continuity of Christianity

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The Bible tells us God has never changed, not all the way from before Creation through to this day. That’s the reason his salvation plan saved souls in centuries past in the same life-changing ways it does today.

In the past few days I’ve been studying my family tree by way of two 3” thick albums chock full of pictures and data about those who came before me. Yesterday I mentioned my paternal grandfather, Carl Johansson, whom I’ve been getting to know through these pages.

Having been born in Sweden in 1866, he boarded a ship for America while still a teenager of 19. Five years later, after becoming a citizen of the United States, he Americanized his name from Johansson to Johnson in an effort to become “thoroughly American.”

But whether in Sweden or America, he testified to having aligned with Jesus as personal Savior during childhood and holding onto that spiritual citizenship both as a Swede and as an American. He told his family he had made sure of that on confirmation Sunday at the Swedish Evangelical Free Church before the ceremony. Early that morning, as a 12 year old, he’d climbed to the attic and “gotten right with God,” figuring he’d better not stand among the confirmed without first confirming his faith in a one-on-One meeting.

Young father CarlCarl number 2

 

 

 

 

My dad, the second Carl Johnson (above), remembered his father praying at his bedside in Swedish: “God, who loves the little children, look to me, a little one.” Young Carl asked older Carl whether or not he prayed that way in his own prayers, and when he said he did, little Carl asked why. His father said, “Because in God’s eyes we are all little.” I like that this godly father was at his little boy’s bedside for a prayer time, and also that his spiritual instruction was both simple and accurate.

In the many photographs I’ve seen of my grandfather, his serious expressions mask the fact that he had a much lighter side. A business man and property owner, he suffered badly during the Great Depression of 1931-32. But in an effort to cheer a friend who had also lost he said, “Can’t we still sit on a bench and enjoy each others company just the same?”

Such levity (and common sense) during financial hardship is evidence that his faith was the bedrock of his life, not his real estate holdings or other possessions. But his beliefs showed in other ways, too. After losing his footing while swimming as a teen, he had a close call beneath a series of big waves. Once safely back on shore a friend said, “Did you pray while you were down there?”

His answer was revealing. “It was too late then. Praying should to be done before that.” Wise words by a young man who prayed.

Surely someone of strong belief in God had been praying over Carl Johansson, but who? I found my answer in ancestor data referencing my Swedish great-grandfather, Johannes Andersson, born in 1819….

“To set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.” (Romans 8:6)