Sunday, August 25, 2013

Too Much...or Not Enough?


In one of the best books on femininity of our time, the author makes a statement that most women feel they are either “too much or not enough” (Captivating p. 87).  I believe that the author was correct in this hypothesis, but I believe this idea plagues more than women.  I would say that many men also struggle with this.  I believe that humanity often struggles with a certain amount of guilt and feelings of inadequacy. Ask yourself this, do you feel like you are doing well with your life? Do you truly believe that? Do you have to change the definition of “well” in order to say yes? Do you believe that you are doing all that the Lord would want you to do? Are you succeeding as a Christian?  The results of a negative answer to these questions are often one of two things 1) overcompensation or 2) resignation. The pursuit of either of these roads does not lead us where we want to go. The outcome is not what we are truly pursuing. At the end of the day, we want to feel that we have accomplished that for which we were created. We want to be accepted. We want to experience the glory which accompanies this.

“Well done my good and faithful servant…”  Oh how we long to hear those words. Can you imagine what it would feel like, to hear those words from the lips of the one who is over all of this?  The one that we seek, we fear, we find, and we love. The one who first gave us our purpose, and who knows our destiny.

Many days of my life have been spent trying to be better. To achieve more. Ambition and drive have reigned in my life. But also times of extreme laziness. Great periods of doing followed by great periods of doing nothing.  I have had to learn the idea of rest.  Because I have believed my worth to be connected with what I do and what I accomplish.  And that has caused me to lose more than I have gained.  Is an attitude of servant hood to be scorned? Shall we reject all notions of sacrifice, of carrying our cross?   I doubt it. (On account of, it is in the Bible.)  But that’s not really our struggle.

I have found that I get caught in a cycle. The same old song that mankind sings. There is something I want, something I desire.  This thing, is actually quite a legitimate need. And often is an aspect of the Kingdom to which I belong.  So I pursue it, only in my pursuit, I ruin everything.  Like some awful episode of I Love Lucy… I go after that which I want in a way that ensures I won’t get it.
So I have learned to ask myself, “What do I want?” What do I really want? And then I ask the Holy Spirit, “How can I get this?”
In those secret moments of feeling terribly inadequate, often in the midst of a great worship service or prayer, I have observed that I will cut myself off from receiving from God.  In the moment, I will focus on worshiping Him better, I will repent, I will dance or sing or pray in the Spirit… Sometimes I will even make a list in my heart of the ways I can remedy my spiritual ailments.  All the while, I am secretly dodging His face, because I am afraid. I don’t feel good enough. I don’t believe I have measured up to the standard…whose standard that is exactly isn’t quite clear. Perhaps it is my own standard, or the worlds, or some member of my family, or dare I say it, God’s standard. His is the one I fear. 

How many people have continued on in service, hoping to finally reach the goal of pleasing God. Of pleasing whoever we call our god (some other person or ourselves.)  And have become so exhausted and so separated from God, from the Truth, that they finally resign, they resign from religion or life. We often wonder, how can someone who has known God turn away from Him?  Easy. They inch away. They want all that He has, but they take the wrong path to get it. On that path, they are separated from Him and the rest is history.

The scary thing in writing this is the way I have done this myself.
Recently I was in a service, and I began to feel that uncomfortable feeling of inadequacy. It began to slip on me like a cloak. However lately, I have found myself in an awkward in between. I can see better now, I see what is happening in my own heart and I am more aware of my needs. Yet, I am fighting the desire to take that ancient path, the one that doesn’t help. Thankfully I am becoming more aware of how this upside down Kingdom works. So instead of hiding, instead of running away, instead of trying to get lost in the trading game, the earning, the buying, the selling... Instead, I opened up my heart to receive. And to my great relief I wasn’t turned away. Instead I soaked in His presence, His love for me in that moment. 

I’m still at the beginning of this journey. Of figuring out how to do this life thing. This kingdom life thing. How do I live in this place? How do I live in this place when I know I don’t deserve it? I’m still not always sure. I still get lost in the mystery of the Gospel, the mystery of His love.  In describing the Kingdom, C.S. Lewis writes, “Everything is here for the asking and nothing can be bought” (The Great Divorce p. 28).  So how can we ask today? What do we need?  Can we finally begin to live? I mean really live. Will we be brave enough to ask the Lord what He thinks of us?  And will we receive His love in a fresh way? Will that fresh revival of love in our hearts be the catalyst for revival in our worlds? In our hearts, our homes, our neighborhoods, our churches, our nation, the nations?
I get the sense that healing and freedom are only moments away.


Scripture to meditate on: 


John 13: 1-20 (NASB)
13 Now before the Feast of the Passover, Jesus knowing that His hour had come that He would depart out of this world to the Father, having loved His own who were in the world, He loved them to the end. During supper, the devil having already put into the heart of Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon, to betray Him, Jesus, knowing that the Father had given all things into His hands, and that He had come forth from God and was going back to God, got up from supper, and laid aside His garments; and taking a towel, He girded Himself.
Then He poured water into the basin, and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded. So He came to Simon Peter. He said to Him, “Lord, do You wash my feet?” Jesus answered and said to him, “What I do you do not realize now, but you will understand hereafter.” Peter said to Him, “Never shall You wash my feet!” Jesus answered him, “If I do not wash you, you have no part with Me.” Simon Peter said to Him, “Lord, then wash not only my feet, but also my hands and my head.” 10 Jesus said to him, “He who has bathed needs only to wash his feet, but is completely clean; and you are clean, but not all of you.” 11 For He knew the one who was betraying Him; for this reason He said, “Not all of you are clean.”
12 So when He had washed their feet, and taken His garments and reclined at the table again, He said to them, “Do you know what I have done to you? 13 You call Me Teacher and Lord; and you are right, for so I am. 14 If I then, the Lord and the Teacher, washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.15 For I gave you an example that you also should do as I did to you. 16 Truly, truly, I say to you, a slave is not greater than his master, nor is one who is sent greater than the one who sent him. 17 If you know these things, you are blessed if you do them. 18 I do not speak of all of you. I know the ones I have chosen; but it is that the Scripture may be fulfilled, ‘He who eats My bread has lifted up his heel against Me.’ 19 From now on I am telling you before it comes to pass, so that when it does occur, you may believe that I am He. 20 Truly, truly, I say to you, he who receives whomever I send receives Me; and he who receives Me receives Him who sent Me.”


Commentary: When Jesus washed the disciples’ feet, I don’t think it was about cleanliness. Jesus didn’t throw a towel on angrily and say, “You look like you have been stomping around in the mud. Now I must rid you of this dirt or else I cannot stand to have you in the room with me.”  The focus is not on being clean otherwise Peter’s request that he would be washed all over would make more sense to Jesus. The focus is instead on Christ’s act of serving and our act of receiving. Our ability to receive this free gift is extremely important to Jesus. Then, we are released to fulfill our servant hood to one another. 

Friday, July 5, 2013

About Me, Rachel Anna

Dr. Rutland, former President of ORU, once spoke a message on the mysterious unity of the body of Christ. Once we enter into the family of God, we inherit an amazing Father and a very large, diverse family. 
Though I may not know you, I am still honored to be united with you in Christ. Though we may be many miles away, here is a chance to briefly meet me, (which may have to do until we can meet in person!) 


I was born and raised in Shawnee, OK. 
My mother is a worship leader and my father is a drummer, so I grew up very close to ministry life. 
Around the age of 13 I fell in love with Jesus in a very personal way. 
I received His grace and was transformed by His love for me. 
Shawnee, OK was one of many cities to host monthly worship and prayer gatherings under the Burn 24/7.  Through Burn Shawnee, I met and came under the leadership of David Fritch and Ryan and Kristy Vanmeter.  My heart for vertical worship and for the Lord's presence smoldered under this ministry for six years. 
I have a heart for youth and for this generation which only increased as a helped pastor a youth group for over two years.  
I have danced since the age of 3, and have recently graduated from Oral Roberts University with a degree in dance performance.
 
MY CAUSE:  I want to see the Kingdom of Heaven reign here on earth. It will be my business throughout my life, to continue the work that Christ began. In whatever capacity...through personal relationships and mentorship, through the art of dance, through worship and prayer, through evangelism, through missions, through marriage, and through children... I want to be a Kingdom carrier. May the mark of my Lord be ever evident upon my life. 

2 Corinthians 2:14 NASB

"But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place."

Testimony: Season of Grace

Sometimes in life, terrible things happen. Reality wrecks us. Something precious in our lives die. A dream, a person... And in such times of darkness and trial, it is all too easy to despair. The song of pain seems to be repeating. Waves of grief wash over us.
This describes the most recent chapter in the testimony of my life. This was the beginning of my season of grace.

As a very young woman, I fell in love with a young man. We were very zealous for the Lord. And we were also very young. We married. At the age of 17, I changed my name and became his wife.
We were married for almost 3 years. And then he left. Shortly after that, he divorced me.
What was my most precious treasure, I lost. I lost the dreams of our children and our future. And I was plunged into a grief that could have easily over powered me. This season was one filled with the deepest pain, I had ever experienced... And yet, it was the most beautiful time of intimacy with the Lord as well.

I felt His presence continually. He was closer than my breath. And I didn't have to do a thing. I didn't have to strive for His presence or even cry out. He knew I did not have the strength to.

That was the beginning of my season of grace. The next year was filled with grief, healing, renewed dreams...
Healing from the wounds of life is a continual process. As a well as a precious process.

Though the darkness and grief surrounded me, the love God expressed for me overwhelmed my heart even more so. He kept me alive. And more than that He gave me joy. Joy instead of mourning. He gave me hope instead of despair.

It would be a grave injustice, if I ever claimed to not know love. I can never ever say that. For I have been loved so well... So fully and perfectly.

This season has marked me forever. But instead of being left with terrible scars /jagged or infected/ upon my heart... it has marked me with a greater understanding of the healing power of my God. He has etched His songs of love for me upon my heart with a flaming pen.

I will never be the same.


In Every Place


This morning, as I began reading my missions devotional, my heart was struck by this scripture. As I prepare for my next missions trip, I want to be lead in the victory in Christ, and I want to be a vessel through which people experience the King and His Kingdom. Lately, I have been praying that when people encounter me, they would feel at home. At rest.
However, I was also struck by the words "in every place".  It is so easy to think of this time before my missions trip and the time that will follow as down time.  As a time to rest from missionary activity, but I know in my spirit this is not so.  Every day, I encounter a world in need of God.
My prayer today is that I would not see this time, or anytime as down time. I pray that my spirit stays awake to the need I have for fellowship with Christ as well as the need the world has. My world today.  Here in Tulsa OK.
And I pray that I would carry that heavenly fragrance, that heavenly mark of my King on my heart.