The Cross

As I mentioned in my last post, I have been reading the book The Search for Significance. He made a very profound statement that I can't seem to forget, "Every day our minds should be overwhelmed by thankfulness for what he did on our behalf."

On dictionary.com, overwhelmed means to affect deeply in mind or emotion. I think about my mind being overwhelmed by the very thought of Christ on the cross. If I would focus on his death on the cross daily and remember his payment for my sin what a different lifestyle I might actually live. When I really do sit and think about his death on the cross I become overwhelmed with emotion and tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I can't help but remember Jesus upon the cross in the movie The Passion of the Christ.

To look at this picture alone sends chills up my spine as I think about the excruciating pain Christ went through on my behalf. I often joke about watching this movie when a group of people is around because it's definately going to change to mood of the crowd. I haven't seen this movie since it came out in 2004 and I think that perhaps it is a movie I should watch more often because it paints such a great picture of Christ's sacrifice for my life. If nothing else I should just watch the scenes in which Christ begins to be beaten to death and then forced to carry his cross through the city to the hill in which he lays his life down for me.

I can't help but be reminded of the verse Romans 5:8, "But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." This verse often finds me in a place of sorrow as I think about how sinful I am and how Christ died upon the cross for me despite this. God loves me enough that no matter how many times I will sin against me his love will remain the same. Amazing.

In honor of Easter I post the lyrics and a youtube video to the song, How Could You Say No? This is by far one of my favorite songs representing the picture of Christ giving up his life for me...

Thorns on His head, spear in His side
Yet it was a heartache that made Him cry
He gave His life so you would understand
Is there any way you could say no to this Man?

If Christ Himself
Were standing here
Face full of glory and eyes full of tears
Held out His arms with His nail pierced hands
Is there any way you could say no to this Man?

Chorus:
How could you look in His tear-stained eyes
Knowing it's you He's thinking of?
Would you tell Him you're not ready to give Him your life?
Could you say you don't think you need His love?
Jesus is here with His arms open wide
You can see Him with your heart if you'll stop looking with your eyes
He's left it up to you, He's done all He can
Is there any way you could say no to this Man?

Thorns on His head, your life is in His hands
Is there any way you could say no to this Man?
Oh, is there any way you could say no to this Man?

The Parenting Role

I heard some time ago that we as females often view God in the same way that we view our fathers. If our fathers are very harsh disciplinarians then when we sin we believe that God will make us pay for our sin in the same way our earthly fathers did. I didn't buy into this for a long time because I thought that despite the unhealthy relationship I had with my earthly father I had a pretty good concept of who my heavenly father was and those two people were completely different. In reality I really did view God in some ways the way I viewed my father. My father may have lost his temper with me easily, but not once did I think that God was angry with me. However, the way my father shows me he loves me is through providing for all my needs and a good portion of my wants. I realized a couple of years ago that I had started to view God this way. I believed that if God loved me he would do things for me and make sure everything worked out the way I wanted to and when things didn't I decided God didn't love me. What a screwed up perception of God I had developed. I have recently been reminded of this truth about our view of God and our relationship with our parents.

I have been reading the book The Search for Significance by Robert S. McGee for my Approaches to Christian Counseling class and in this book he mentions this occurring. In the book McGee states "Our parents are our models of the character of God." After reading this short sentence my heart became overwhelming distressed. I want more than anything in the world to raise children who love God and desire to live their lives for Him. Therefore I feel a great call on my own life to develop the character of God in my own life in order that they may see that modeled and not have a distorted view of God, but instead be able to see God clearly because of the way they were raised by their own parents.

Today while I was watching the kids I nanny for, the little boy kicked his soccer ball which managed to go over the banister and into a glass vase lined up across a shelf in the dining room. His mother has often reminded him to be careful when kicking his soccer ball in the house because it is highly possible he would accidentally kick the ball into one of her glass vases. As the ball collided with the glass vase the look on Ethan's face was nothing but pure horror. I said "uh oh" as I thought of the shattered pieces laying on the ground beneath us and the words that came from my mouth sent him running into his room to hide. I walked over to the banister to find the glass vase laying all in one piece on the carpet. What a relief! I went into my boys room to find him lying under his bed shaking with freight. I let him know that the vase didn't break and it was safe to come out. He was still terrified as he thought his parents would never forgive him for what he had done. I assured him that everything was okay and gently guided him out from under the bed. His father is home on Fridays, but I felt like he needed time to cool down before we broke the news to dad.

So this afternoon I ask him to go break the news with me. I told him I would hold his hand, but we had to be honest with dad and let him know what happened. My little boy became overwhelmed with fear of his father's reaction. I know that his parents are nothing but loving and I am certain that his father will forgive him and accept him with open arms. I try encouraging him over and over again, but he doesn't want to tell his father but tells me I can. I open the door to his fathers office and he falls to the ground and begins sobbing uncontrollably. I tell his father that something happened, but Ethan is terrified to tell him. His father gently asks Ethan to come talk to him and Ethan runs and hides. His father goes to find Ethan and tries to get Ethan to tell him the story, but Ethan remains terrified. He then asks me the story and after I tell him what happened he walks back over to his son, puts his arms around him and says "I know it was an accident and it's okay". He then leans down and kisses his son on the forehead and says "I love you!" I told his father that one of Ethan's greatest fears was that he wouldn't be able to get the vase back up on the shelf so his father tells him that they will put it back up together. His father leaves the room to return to work, but assures his son that everything is okay and that he is loved.

I crawl up next to Ethan and begin to rub his back to help him calm down as he continues to sob uncontrollably. I remind Ethan that his father is not angry and that he has been forgiven. I remind him that his father loved him. Ethan continued crying for some time and I just continued to remind him that despite his mistake his fathers love for him had not changed.

I think about Ethan's fear in a different light as I think about myself as a child. I think about how if I would have done the same thing I would have been yelled at for coming close to breaking something when I had been reminded not to act like a fool in the first place. I would have been yelled at despite the fact that I had done so accidentally because I should have been smarter than that. This would have been my father's reaction to the same situation. Although my mother very much would have responded in the same manner as Ethan's dad.

What a vital role we play in the life of our children. If Ethan's father would have responded the way that he expected him too, Ethan may have began to develop a poor view of God. That is that his love is conditional and he is unforgiving. However, perhaps because of his fathers gentle and loving response Ethan will grow up to learn that God loves him unconditionally and forgives him when he goofs.

As I continue reading the book a very important statement is mentioned time and time again as a reminder to us where our significance comes from. McGee states, "We are deeply loved, completely forgiven, fully pleasing, totally accepted, and complete in Christ." I think about these words and they remind me of the role I need to play in my children's lives. I need to consider how I can show my children that they are deeply loved, completely forgiven, fully pleasing, totally accepted and complete in Christ. Perhaps remembering today's lesson will be a great reminder to me of what I should do as a mother in order to show my children that they are all of these things.

I pray that we all begin to develop these characteristics and that we learned to be like Christ. I pray that I will allow my anger to end with me and that my children will see a loving, caring, and forgiving mother. May we truly be parents that bless our children and shows them the love of Christ through our own actions. May our children grow up to love God and see Him through us. I pray every day that my niece will see God through her parents love for her. I know full well that my sister and her husband show Ellie God's love through their own love for her. Even when she is disciplined for doing something wrong she walks away knowing that she is loved by them and completely forgiven.

My Heart for Kenya

I have become increasingly passionate about going to Kenya and cannot wait for a time in my life in which I can go and be used. This has been a week that my heart's affection have been stirring up like crazy for Kenya.

I am now teaching an advanced computer class at a middle school and had to come up with a multimedia project. I was messing around with Photo Story as a possible option for my kids and I made a story about Kenya. I am not sure why I did it really, but I just pulled up some photos of Kenya and the people in the city. The story turned out really sweet, but because of my scripture usage I will probably not be using it in my classroom. I do however believe that it could be a pretty sweet missions video. This was the first time this week that God put Kenya on my heart.

And then tonight I was overwhelmed with emotions for Kenya. During worship we sang God of This City written by Bluetree (please read the story behind the song here)

You're the God of this city, You're the King of these people
You're the Lord of this nation, You are
You're the light in this darkness, You're the hope to the hopeless
You're the peace to the restless, You are
There is no one like our God
There is no one like our God
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done in this city

My heart began to stir deeply for Kenya during this song. I belted the song as Kenya lay heavily on my heart and tears began to drip down my cheeks. What a beautiful picture of God in the city. I began to get excited about the possibility of getting a trip in after graduation if it could possibly work out. I planned on talking to a friend of mine who knows a family moving over there. Then Matt gets up to speak and what's he got to say? That our church will probably be starting missions in Kenya and Tanzania as we have two families heading out. One of those families being the family I was going to call my friend about. Holy crap...are you kidding? We're going to be going to Kenya? I've been wanting to do this for so long and now it's all coming to the surface. As if this wasn't enough to get me all elated...

After church I turn back and see a man sitting alone. I notice his shirt and realize that he is from Africa, but really don't think more of it. I guess God wanted me to talk to him, because I turn around again and his arm is up and he has a bracelet on that reads "KENYA". Immediately I feel God tell me to go speak to him and with out hesitation I jump up. Let's just be honest in saying that this is completely out of my comfort zone. I am the girl who when they say "greet those around you", suddenly I have the urge to use the restroom. I have a brief but good conversation with my new friend, David. We talked a bit and then he told me that he hoped to see me the following week. I most definately look forward to seeing him again next week and getting to know him more. May God richly bless David's life!

I am pumped about what the Lord is doing in my life. I am excited to see my heart for Kenya grow. I am ecstatic about the possibility of going to Kenya with my church. I am especially excited about my new friend, David.