Three Things to Consider Before Using "Judge Not"

Three Things to Consider Before Using "Judge Not"

Posted by Candace

"Judge not, lest you be judged." Matthew 7:1

Perhaps the most popular verse in all of Scripture, this sentence is used by people of all backgrounds, all lifestyles, all walks of faith, and even by a few atheists.  It easily comes off the lips and seems to fix all arguments, all divisiveness, and even all sinful problems.  However, often we are content to stop with one sentence in the Bible thinking we have effectively settled all issues when there is much, much more to consider.  The next time this phrase pops into your mind, consider a couple of things before using it.

First, in simply letting these words come out of your mouth, you are defeating your own argument.  To tell someone not to judge is effectively judging them.  How can you tell a person they are even judging you without first judging yourself that they are judging?  Yes, I know this sounds a bit circular, but if you think about it, you will realize it is a valid argument.  Since Jesus was never circular in His reasoning, we must believe He meant more than this.

Second, "We may justify our actions, but deep down, we know when we've done something wrong."  This is a sentence that I pulled out of a book about Christ's inexhaustible love.  The book is dripping with grace for believers, but if you only read this one sentence, you would never, ever get the point of the whole book, the chapter, or even the context of this one sentence.  The biggest problem that comes with using the "Judge not" argument is that sometimes this is the only verse people even know in the Bible...so very few could tell you what comes after it or in what context Jesus was speaking.  Do you know that three or four verses down from this passage Jesus says "Do not cast your pearls before swine or give what is holy to the dogs."  What?  How in the world do we determine swine and dogs without making a judgment call?  He also follows that up with "Beware of false prophets".  If I can only examine my own life, keeping my eyes on my own paper so to speak, how would I ever avoid false prophets?  The bottom line is that EVERY DAY we are required to judge people.  From the stranger who knocks at your door while you are home alone with your kids...to the salesmen over the phone who is asking for your debit card information...to your spouse who just seems a bit "off" lately.  There is good in judging.

Third, Jesus was talking about hypocritical comparison judging.  He was talking about the kind of judgment that says "Stop stealing" but then turns in more mileage than you actually drove.  The kind that looks at someone else and says "Well, at least I don't do THOSE things."  The kind that says "Look at what they are doing!" when we are hiding the same things in their heart.  He was actually talking about a wrong state of heart.  If you read the rest of the first paragraph of Matthew 7, it is fairly obvious this is the case.

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?  How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye." 

Paul says it like this in Romans 2.

"You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge another, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things. Now we know that God’s judgment against those who do such things is based on truth.  So when you, a mere human being, pass judgment on them and yet do the same things, do you think you will escape God’s judgment? ⁴ Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, forbearance and patience, not realizing that God’s kindness is intended to lead you to repentance?
But because of your stubbornness and your unrepentant heart, you are storing up wrath against yourself for the day of God’s wrath, when his righteous judgment will be revealed. God “will repay each person according to what they have done.” To those who by persistence in doing good seek glory, honor and immortality, he will give eternal life. But for those who are self-seeking and who reject the truth and follow evil, there will be wrath and anger.  There will be trouble and distress for every human being who does evil: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile; but glory, honor and peace for everyone who does good: first for the Jew, then for the Gentile. For God does not show favoritism."
Yes, it is fairly obvious that Jesus wants us to examine our own heart first, but to say that there is never a time when we can correct another in love and for their own good would be to say that having a police force, a justice system, and a government is unbiblical and that is just not true.  To repeat what God has already said (in the way that He said it, not in a hateful, ugly way that thinks it is better than anyone else) is not judging others, it is trying to save their eternal life.

By the way, as a side note, the judgment you receive by judging someone is the kind that holds you to the same standard you are holding them to.  So if we are pointing out that someone is late to work every day, we better be on time for work every day pulling that log out of our own eye...and the way we point it out to them may come back to bite us the first time we are late.  If we are going to correct our children for yelling at each other, we better not be yelling at them (preaching to myself now).

All that to say, it is definitely necessary for us to all consider our heart attitudes when we are forming an opinion about any sins of others.  It IS wrong for us to point out sin for selfish ambition or vain conceit...to make us feel better about ourselves.  It is not wrong, however, to repeat what God has said about sin in the interest of saving others.  It is not wrong, to encourage others to partner with the Holy Spirit to be rid of the sin that easily besets them.  It is not wrong to stand on God's side when the world is making you choose a side.

If you feel that someone is judging you or is judging someone else, it is probably best to ignore them.  If you really feel like you need to point out that they are judging, it is probably best to correct them privately and to use this verse in its context...because to use it any other way is really contradicting ourselves.

The Agenda of Jesus

The Agenda of Jesus

Posted by Candace

"Then Jesus came near to them and said, 'All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. Go, therefore, and MAKE DISCIPLES of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to OBSERVE EVERYTHING I have COMMANDED you.  And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.'"  Matthew 28:18-20

Contrary to popular opinion, even in the church, social justice was never Jesus’ point...making disciples is.  As a matter of fact, Jesus was very clear that the poor would always be with us.  There is a huge difference in social justice and making disciples.  Social justice will always require compromise...making disciples requires us to be uncompromising.  Social justice will scream for unity...making disciples will divide brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, sons and daughters.  Social justice will pull at the heart strings of society…making disciples will bring persecution from society.  Social justice will often use guilt as a fundraising tool… making disciples will convict the world of sin and unrighteousness.  Social justice will leave behind some kind of visible temporary change or betterment….making disciples will leave behind an eternal impact and legacy that is not always seen in a change of circumstance. 

World Vision announced publicly yesterday that they are now hiring homosexuals as long as they are married because you cannot work for this organization if you are an adulterer.  Richard Stearns is a smart man, I've read his book.  Unity of Christians could NOT be the intention here.  I'm not sure what is, but it's not unity of the Church.  He's got to know that this will separate far more Christians than it will ever unite (I've just read 4 different blogs on the subject that were EXTREME differing opinions from Christians).  But still he claims it is unity they are after.  Then he says that they are not condoning a lifestyle or taking sides on this issue, but leaving it to the church.  Wha??  Like I said, he's a smart man.  I don't think he can really believe his own reasoning.  And in this case, whether I agree with the decision or not, he has given reason not to trust this organization.  This all makes me very sad...World Vision has done great work around the world in the Name of Christ.  However, I think by picking and choosing which standards of the Bible to abide by, they have put themselves in dangerous territory.  As an organization that influences many, many Christians around the world, they have just become a proponent of same sex marriage whether they wanted to or not.  Don't think for a moment, this will not be used in many ways to advance the Devil's agenda to water down the Gospel (because after all the power of the blood of Jesus is not strong enough to save us from homosexual tendencies, we just have to accept those and get married so we can be saved from our adulterer tendencies). We can give all we have to feed the poor, and our bodies to be burned but if we exchange truth for a lie, we aren't really loving and it is all for naught.  "Love does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth."  I might be on the wrong side of the spin ("The poor suffer while Christians resist condoning gay marriage"), but when I think about what Jesus would do (like everyone is suggesting we do), I just don't see Him making a public statement like World Vision's.  You remember that ONE tree in the garden that the Lord told Adam and Eve not to touch.  It only took that one piece of fruit to change EVERYTHING.  There are many uncompromising organizations out there that are making disciples for Christ and reaching the poor around the world with the unadulterated Gospel.  World Vision has just moved itself into the category of social justice.

Sin: EXPOSED

Sin: EXPOSED

Posted by Candace

For those of you who opened this blog for a piece of juicy gossip, I have to disappoint you.  Today I write to expose sin for the dirty rotten scoundrel that it is.  A scoundrel loses his entangling power with many when he is exposed and so, it is my prayer that freedom is near for those of us brave enough to confront the “s” word.

In every story in history of good vs evil, there is always a hero and always a villain.  The Bible is no exception.  Jesus’ life, death and resurrection would be in vain if there were not something to rescue us from.  The villain is identified right from the beginning and although the devil would love to get the glory for the main role of evil in this world, he unfortunately has much assistance from the power of sin.  I am not saying that there is not a real and dangerous foe in Satan, but whereas we can do NOTHING good and righteous without the Savior, we can do plenty of evil without help from the devil simply by living a life of sin.

The enemy would love to take credit for the invention of sin.  Surely it would make him a creator in some sense of the word, but since sin actually means to fall short of any standard that God has set for us, ultimately sin is about God.  It is a direct offense against Him.

Therefore, we cannot afford to skim past a clear understanding of sin and its workings in our lives.  To fail to take the time to know our opponent is to set ourselves up to fight a losing battle.  Truly the adversary of our soul has won many a fight against the Church of the Living God by simply encouraging us to keep quiet about sin. 

In our world today, the use of the word “sin” is practically obsolete.  We are much more inclined to call sin “mistakes”, “flaws”, “weaknesses”, or harmless “addictions”.  Many leaders in the church have stopped preaching on sin altogether.  After all, it is uncomfortable for the people who pay the bills to be told they are wretches.  And since many of these leaders are themselves hiding insufficiencies and offenses against a holy and righteous God, it suits them just fine to avoid the subject. 

This is the spirit of sin.  It crawls inside and hides.  It crouches at the door waiting to pounce.  If it can’t find a way to be accepted as the “norm”, it changes tactics and pours on the shame that leads to a cover up.  Sometimes it even mutates itself into something resembling light so that the victim is unaware of the poison that is seeping into his or her soul.

And it happened first in the garden…Adam and Eve examining the tree that the Lord said not to touch.  One tree…that’s all they had to avoid.  That one tree was beautiful.  It was “good for food, beautiful to look at, and desirable to make one wise”.  Aren’t we supposed to search after wisdom anyway?  Either God had made a mistake or He was holding out on them…so they ate.  Immediately their eyes were opened to their sin…immediately they knew they had done something wrong, but before the actual eating, they had deceived themselves into thinking it wasn’t a big deal and maybe even a good thing that they were doing.

Which brings me to my point: the two ways that I think we are tempted to deal with sin.  I think these two ways are most evident in us as individuals, but also have become part of the church as a whole.

There is a popular movement in the church today to simply accept sin.  You have a “problem” or an “addiction” or a “weakness”, you are more than welcome to come in and make yourselves at home.  We all sin and no one is perfect so let’s no one “judge” anyone else by calling their sin by name and we can all just sit in our sin together.  Feel free to admit where you fall short, and only work on it if it makes you happy or comfortable…or if you are going to lose something because of it…and even then, please stay quiet that you are waging the war against sin because we wouldn’t want to make anyone else that isn’t, uncomfortable.  While it is very true that we all sin and fall short of the glory of God, sin is winning the battle in these churches and sin doesn’t play fair.  Don’t think that sin will be satisfied to rest on its laurels…it comes to kill, steal, and destroy.  It will not be happy with ground gained, but will stay at work until it has overcome anything and everything good that could possibly come out of the people of God.

The other bulk of mainstream churches seem to have the extreme opposite problem with sin.  Instead of accepting sin, they fear it.  There is actually a technical name for the fear of sin…it is hamartophobia (from the Greek word used most often for sin).  Like Adam, we are afraid and dreadfully ashamed of what we do and have done, so we hide it…from everyone…we try to ignore it and act like it isn’t there.  We shove it away in the darkest corners of our lives so that we can be “spiritual”.  We are desperately afraid that sin makes us the struggling Christian or, even worse not a Christian at all. We do anything to keep it inside so it doesn’t come out and prove us the sinners that we are.  After all, doesn’t the Bible say “consider yourselves dead to sin and alive to righteousness”(Romans 6:11)?   Yes, it does, but notice that it doesn’t say sin is dead…it says that we must consider ourselves dead to sin…meaning sin is no longer the ruler in our life. We are no longer slaves to it.  But answer me this, if we are spending the majority of our time focused on hiding our sin and covering up our faults and offenses against God, aren’t we pretty much a slave to sin?

This is why I LOVE how the Lord approached Adam and Eve in the garden.  He didn’t come in on a dark horse with fire breathing from His mouth and roar at them that they were going to hell… no.  He asks a question…”Where are you?”  He’s God… He knew exactly where they were.  Why in the world would He begin His discipline with that question?

He was giving Adam the opportunity to bring his sin into the light…to confess.  The one thing that sin hates more than anything is the light of confession…admission of guilt.  This is the first line of defense in the war on sin.  The man who beat his chest in the sanctuary had it right when he prayed “God, be merciful to me a sinner.”(Luke 18:13)  Our days should begin by pleading for the mercy of Christ and the covering of His righteousness.  The church is so concerned with reputation that we have left no room for confession one to another.  Noone can be real anymore because it would mean that we have to admit that we are sinners…GASP.  But until we can feel comfortable bringing these things into the light with each other and encouraging each other with the Word of God and the cleansing power of Christ, realizing that we are all in the same war, revival will be as hidden as our sin.  God wasn’t afraid of Adam and Eve’s sin…He wasn’t even afraid of what it did to the world.  He knew when He created man that it would cost Him His Only Son…He did it anyway.

I used to have this idea that when I accepted Jesus as my Savior that it was supposed to be a magic solution for sin…that once we were saved, our struggle with sin was over.  The more I have studied the Word, the more I realize that our struggle will be over when we get to heaven.   It’s why the sacrifice of Jesus was so necessary, because His blood covers our sin.  He became our righteousness, so that even the vilest of us could be made right with God.  It is an ongoing cover of righteousness that does not end at salvation.  He keeps covering us, right on through sanctification.  He calls our sin out into the light so that He can rid us of it, so that we can see it for the evil it really is, but He also is not afraid of our sin.  He knows us inside and out and He sits in heaven interceding for us in our battle.  He knows this struggle “For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, so that you won’t grow weary and lose heart.  In struggling against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood.” (Hebrews 12:3-4)  He will keep on disciplining you in your areas of sin because He is not content to let us sit in slavery.  He is jealous for us to be walking consistently in the Father’s will and right relationship.  There are consequences, but they come with a disclaimer “My son, do not take the Lord’s discipline lightly, or faint when you are reproved by Him; for the Lord disciplines the one He loves, and punishes every son that He receives.” (Hebrews 12:5-6)

Let us not grow weary in this fight against sin, but let us also not grow afraid and hide instead of fighting it.  Let us develop a heart that is transparent before God and man…a heart that is easily chastised by God and quick in turning away from anything that might offend Him.  The moment we clearly see Christ on that cross for us…to deliver us from sin…it should be enough to keep us continually at the altar confessing and asking for more mercy to please and glorify Him.  This is the right attitude towards sin…admitting…confessing…staying aware and in battle…laying aside every weight and snare that so easily entangles us…persistently running the race…continually becoming more like Christ.

 

 

When Jesus Calls You OUT...

When Jesus Calls You OUT...

Posted by Candace

I don't know, but I think I might have walked on water for a few minutes yesterday. 

The conference that I was invited to speak at was a great success in spite of my personal weaknesses.

I am still chewing on the word that Amber Foster gave about Nehemiah's servants heart.  A much needed word in my life, and it was immediately tested on my way home when this exhausted mom who had paced back and forth all day in cowboy boots a half size too small (but they were so CUTE) trying to keep herself calm, then spoke for an hour, and then drove home 3 hours was looking forward to a long night's sleep in her own bed and was asked to stop and bring home dinner.  Of course, every drive thru was packed and I found my blood pressure rising before Amber's words sprang up in my heart.  I was able to not only bring home dinner, but to spend patient time with all of my children and put my little ones through their bedtime "routine" before I finally got to lay down all because I chose a servant's heart.  The Word works!

The moments before I took to the platform yesterday were filled with terror.  As I shared in my testimony, I deal with physical anxiety and panic that, in certain situations, I find hard to control.  As everything within me was trying to come up with an idea of how to run, I looked up to find a big red "EXIT" sign above my head.  Nice try, enemy, but no thanks, I have run before.  Nothing but faith in a HUGE God made my legs work as I climbed the stairs.  I thought for sure that it was impossible, even for the Holy Spirit, to keep me from running off that platform before I had finished, so imagine my surprise when I asked toward the end of my notes how I was doing on time and the hostess indicated that I was over my hour.  Our God is THAT big!  Those 70 ladies don't know how much of a miracle that they witnessed yesterday, but I am beyond sure that God made His Name GREAT through this girl with absolutely nothing to offer.

This morning as I woke up, I felt myself bombarded by the enemy.  That stinkin' accuser reminded me of every public speaking "rule" that I had broken and tried to deride me for my transparency and make me guilty of ruining a perfectly excellent event.  The Holy Spirit immediately shut the enemy up as He reminded me of the several people I had the privilege of talking to and praying with afterwards that revealed their own inward struggle with fear and anxiety and how the Lord had used my message on faith (yes, He uses the weak things of this world to confound the wise...I myself was a bit confounded on His choice of women to deliver a message on faith) to speak to their hearts.  The Holy Spirit spoke words of encouragement to these women through other imperfect moms and imperfect followers of Jesus who were brave and transparent enough to share their own struggles and their own weaknesses and yes, even their own sins (sin means to miss the mark of perfection.  God is that mark so any time we don't measure up to God's standard, we have sinned.)  The worship leader for the event blew us away with the passion in her voice and her evident love for our Saviour, and I was then privileged and humbled as she furiously took notes during my session and for the first time I realized something...

The enemy has a good game going with the church called "who can be more perfect than anyone else?"  We all are striving and trying to live up to a place of spirituality where everyone looks at us and thinks "Wow!  they aren't broken at all.  they have it all together.  how can I be like them?"  So we are all playing this game where we hide our faults and our pains and our failures and our weaknesses.  We want to be in with the popular Christians...the ones who are spotless and sinless and always "on".  So we cover up things, so no one will really know that we are that sinner in the sanctuary who is beating his chest and saying "God, be merciful to me a sinner."  I used to think that the reason that man sat at the altar so humbly and destitute of any righteousness was because he just wasn't saved...but it was because he saw himself in the mirror and he realized that the only righteousness that he could attain was gonna come from the ONLY righteous One.

So I joined the club of Christian misfits yesterday.  Those of us that glaringly do not have our stuff together.  Those of us that the Lord, in all of His mercy and lovingkindness, is plucking out of the crowd to lead people to His cross.  We, misfits, can spot each other a mile away and our ministry to each other is deep and it is holy.  Why did God choose a woman who suffers often from a physical condition of anxiety and panic to give a message to His people about faith?  Because ONLY He could do something like that!  He's the same God who chose tax collectors and fishermen with tempers to be His closest disciples.  He's the same God who called a man who couldn't speak to lead millions of people to the promised land.  He's the same God who opens PRISON doors and sets captives free.  He knows that those of us that realize how much we are forgiven love Him the most and will follow Him to the ends of the earth.  Revival is going to come through people like this.  People laying on the altar and praying for mercy for sinners, in other words, mercy for ourselves.  I like being a part of this club...it's much better than the one I used to be a part of "Thank you, God that I am not like all those other sinners."

In this club, you are blessed with poignant moments from the Father that have no explanation.  Yesterday before my session was to begin, I went to the bathroom to check my hair and fix my microphone.  In the bathroom were two framed pictures with Scripture printed on them...one was about faith and the other hope.  Since I have a Jessica Faith, a Katherine Hope, and a Naomi Grace, I just absentmindedly thought "I wonder where Grace is?"  After service, my dear friend who I was so excited to reconnect with at this conference, brought me a necklace.  It is a beautiful cross.  She said, "The name of this necklace is Grace..."  That's the kind of God we misfits serve.  We hear His voice and follow Him out and He pours on the Grace.

My Great Romance

My Great Romance

Posted by Candace

My first kiss came in 9th grade.  It was a peck on the lips from a 7th grader in the movie theater as his dad sat 4 rows back chaperoning.  Crazy to think that my oldest son is older than that boy was, but that is beside the point.  Most of the boys that I took a liking to in school were younger than me... sometimes because it was my only option (the Christian schools that I attended were small) and at other times because I was fairly safe from rejection with the younger "men".  My huge insecurities kept my standards low...as in, if I heard tell that he was interested, I was his.  I was not any kind of a catch.  I was a nerd and a goody goody.

Enter David Roberts... He started attending my church when I was at the end of my sophomore year in high school.  Beats me what he saw in the gangly praise team singer who was never taught proper hygiene or how to properly apply makeup, but for some reason he picked me out.  He asked the pastor's son to introduce us.  My friends told me that he was rich and that he drove a BMW.  Not only that, but he was in college.  In reminiscing about this first encounter, I can only attribute his attraction to me as a complete act of God...I mean, God blinded a couple people in the Bible to accomplish His purposes... I suppose He could have just as easily blinded David Roberts.

It is quite funny to me that David had been THE man in high school...captain of every team, popular with the students and teachers, Christian Man of the Year... I mean, this guy had his pick of the litter in high school.  The girls were chasing him down.  He ended up in 2 fairly long term relationships before we met with girls completely out of my league...and his age.

Our first date was to Applebees on a Wednesday night after church.  I don't remember much about it except I felt like I might throw up the entire time.  I hadn't dated much (like I'd had maybe 2 dates before David; I was only 16), so I was almost out of my mind with nervousness.  I wonder why he even wanted a second date, but he asked again.  We went to Japanese this time (I didn't eat a thing) and then to play mini golf.  As I said goodnight to him, after what I considered an epic fail, I also told him that I was not having sex until I got married...Well, goodnight then.  I really think this is what hooked him in.  I mean, how many girls will put it all out there on the second date.  I still laugh at myself, but I was honest...and scared.

After our third date, we were sitting in the driveway looking at the stars and the girl who wanted to take things slow finds herself saying "So aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"  He obliged and we were committed.  I had a boyfriend...a much older one.

I was ecstatic for a month.  He wanted to see me every chance he got.  He would drive by my work and leave notes on my car.  He paid for everything, took me places I had never been, hung on to my every word.  But he was also in a different place in life...college.  He might have mentioned the "m" word a couple times...and this girl, who was 16 and had barely dated had a panic attack.  I really did.  I couldn't breathe, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.  What if he wasn't the man God had for me?  What if I didn't really like him as much as I thought I did?  What if I had to spend the rest of my life with him?  I had to get rid of him...easier said than done, since we had exchanged "I love yous" quite often and had dived into some serious topics of conversation.

So I pulled out the "how to break up with a great guy" card and told him that it wasn't him, it was me (it really was me anyway) and could we just be friends?  I told him that things were moving too fast and that I wanted to concentrate on my studies (now that part was a lie... I wanted to concentrate on playing the "field").  We remained friends, but he continued to pursue me as I dated guy after guy. 

Then people at church started to try to set him up with other girls.  Most of them had been happy enough when our short relationship ended because the age difference was quite a scandal around the place.  I remember hearing wind of him having dinner at a girl's house and being overcome with jealousy.  I had no idea why I was jealous, but I was.  Even during the six months we were not dating, we would still sit out in the church parking lot until all hours of the night talking.  I cringe with embarrassment when I think of the conversations that most often included the latest guy I was crushing on.

And yet, he continued to love me.  I don't know how in the world I had made such an impression on this guy in such a short amount of time, but he didn't give up on me.  He could have had any other girl he wanted, but he wanted me.  And as he began to be pursued by a new girl at church, I realized that I wanted him too...all to myself... but I was still terrified of commitment...of screwing up my life...of being outside of God's will.  So things went on like this for several months before the day that I will never forget.

I had called David and left him a message about something rather.  I can't remember the details, but it was in some ways mushy and crossed the friendship line.  Next thing I know, David Roberts shows up at my door.  After forcing me to listen to the message, he laid out an ultimatum.  I needed to make a choice.  Either we were going to be in a committed relationship or we were not going to be friends at all.  He was done. He was quitting.  As completely scared out of my wits as I was, I didn't want to live without him.  In the less than a year that we had known each other, he had become my best friend...truly the best friend that I had...and I had always longed for a friendship like we had.  I told him that I was willing to try again.

We received the gamut of advice about our relationship as I think many people were still concerned about a junior in high school dating a senior in college, but I think from the first week that we dated that second time we knew it was forever.  Throughout my junior year we planned our wedding and named our kids.  I was so in love that I couldn't even see straight.  I know I was young. It could have been a complete disaster.  Looking back, however, God knew what He was doing.  My parents divorced about 3 months after we made a commitment to each other.  David walked me (and my family) through some of the hardest days of my life and he hasn't stopped walking since.  He asked me to marry him two weeks after I graduated from high school and we were married 6 months later (it's better to marry than to burn...short engagements are the safest).  The next time I had a panic attack over David Roberts was 60 seconds before I was to enter the sanctuary and become his wife.  I almost pulled a Julia Roberts (I don't think that would have disappointed my man one bit since he's in love with her too) instead of becoming Candace Roberts, but those doors swung open and as I met the eyes of the man I would spend the rest of my life with, a peace descended on me and I knew I was walking steps prepared for me long before time began.

We struggle to find the romance these days.  Fifteen years and five kids later, we stay exhausted and forgetful about our early days together.  But there are moments when he looks at me with tenderness, when he texts me that I am the best thing that has ever happened to him, when he does something just because he knows I need it, that I am reminded how it feels to be so pursued by love.  The miracle is not that David and I are still married or that we somewhat successfully navigate the stress of the life that we live...the miracle is that he ever chose me to begin with.  I took for granted so much when I was younger... I have lived a great romance.

It's Faith I'm Standing On

It's Faith I'm Standing On

Posted by Candace

He has to leave again.  Every week it gets a little bit harder.  My early week is spent trying to get used to doing this on my own again.  Usually by mid-week, I am getting a little more comfortable with being that single working home-schooling mom to 5 kids.  Friday he comes home and we are once again fumbling around to try to find a “groove”.  By Sunday, I have forgotten that he is not here during the week… and then comes the dreaded Sunday night.  He packs his things. He kisses the kids.  He tells me that he will call me tomorrow and he is gone again.

I try to hate everything in these moments.  I try to hate our out of town business.  I try to hate that we moved.  I try to hate that we never thought of how desperately hard this would be when we chose to follow Christ…but I find myself back at this…He called, and we answered.  We have been blessed beyond measure in so many ways, and though everything within me wants to hate it…nothing within me wants to change anything about it.  I don’t want Ascend to fail.  I don’t want to live back in Loganville.  I don't want to ever give up the Word that is sown in us here and the friendships that daily support us.  I don't want to have less than 5 kids.  I don’t want to go back to life before I was stepping out onto the unknown.

So tonight, I sit here…struggling so desperately…letting the tears fall…attempting to figure out an answer to it all and I realize that I am standing on faith…nothing but faith in the One who loved me and gave Himself for me.  It takes faith to believe that I can sleep alone every night.  It takes faith to believe that tomorrow when I wake up the Lord has already gone before me and will give me the strength I need to accomplish what He puts in my path. It takes faith to believe that I can fulfill the needs of 5 members of the future generation on my own. It takes faith to believe that we are right in the center of His Will and even when things are excruciating, He is with us.  It takes faith to believe that He will continue to be as faithful as He always has been. 

This is where I’m standing… on the invisible bridge that spans the gap between ordinary life and the reward of Christ.  You can’t see the bridge…you can only look down and see how far you might fall if it’s not there.  Each step you take requires eyes focused on Jesus and a belief that the bridge will still be there when the weight of your body comes down on it.  This is the life of faith.

I fail daily at keeping my eyes on the prize.  Many times I give into the temptation to look down.  It freaks me out a little bit and I am often enticed to turn back.  By the grace of God, I look back up and I see Jesus and I realize that NOTHING in that ordinary life compares to Him.  I wish I could say that I take the next step forward because I am so full of faith or because I have learned to rely on the bridge or because I am brave, but many, many times, I take that step because I would rather fall into the ravine than to walk away from the life I have known following my Savior.

So tonight I am lifting up my leg to take another step.  On Friday, I will look back and once again, see that I was worried for nothing.  The invisible bridge of faith is still as sturdy as it ever was.  Oh how I yearn to see every Christian walking it with me.  I don’t know what He is calling you to…but if it doesn’t require a walk on this bridge, it’s not His voice.  Look up and take that step.  You won’t fall.  It’s faith you’re standing on.

 

Enjoy Every Moment: A Parenting Myth

Enjoy Every Moment: A Parenting Myth

Posted by Candace

There is no shortage of blogs on parenting and I don’t expect this to be one of the more enlightening ones that you have ever read, but I just can’t help bringing this up because it is something that I am and have been struggling with since my first child was born.

Many times when I am having a rough day… looking a mess, feeling a mess and just generally living a messy life…some well-meaning stranger has attempted to encourage me with “Enjoy every moment!” or some similar chastisement.  Now I know that this is meant to pick me up off of the floor where I am bending down to clean up the 15^th spill of the day, but can I just be completely honest for a second?  Just being honest… This doesn’t encourage me…rather it makes me feel pressured and it makes me feel guilty.  It makes me feel guilty because I have TRIED to enjoy every moment.  I have spent my parenting life thinking up ways that I could make myself enjoy every moment.  I have felt the pressure of all of the saints who have gone before me in raising children.  Especially the ones that can only remember how those were “the best days of my life” and “I wish my son/daughter was back at that age because they were so cute/sweet/perfect etc…etc…etc”. 

And I get it…

I get it that I will miss the different stages in my kid’s lives.  I already do.  Sometimes I look up at my teenage son (because yes, we have hit that stage where he is taller than me) and miss with all my being his cute little baby fingers and toes.  But I am convinced that we have selective memory when it comes to the past.  The Israelites, while they were wandering in the wilderness remembered Egypt (remember the place where they were making bricks by hand) as a land flowing with milk and honey (remember the land where they were actually going that God had promised them).  We often remember things as being much different than they actually were in the moment.  When asked about my favorite ever vacation, I would tell you about the time David and I went to Colorado.  We fought the entire trip.  So bad, in fact, that I distinctly remember not talking to him for almost a whole day while we were there.  But we both more readily remember the beautiful scenery, the fact that we were without children, and the spa treatments that we splurged on.  So when people say that they miss the years when their children were young and they wish they could go back, I think they conveniently forget the diaper changes and the long nights and the temper tantrums and the mountains of homework and the never ending messes, etc. etc.  They only remember the hugs and the kisses and the cute little phrases and the fun, family times together.  They simply do not remember all the moments that they did not enjoy.  This contributes to their impossible encouragement that every mother should enjoy every moment of parenting.

So let’s just get it straight and then we all can breathe a sigh of relief.  The definition of enjoy is to take pleasure in something or to benefit from circumstances. It is IMPOSSIBLE for you to enjoy every moment of your life or even every moment of parenting.  It is a myth and it is something that distracts us when we strive for it.  If you think about it, it is really a selfish expectation that every moment should be pleasurable for us and it leads to all kinds of wrong decision making.  Even Jesus, Himself had moments, as a man, that He certainly did not enjoy.  His whole mission in life was to get nailed to a cross as the worst sinner who ever lived (He, Himself, BORE the sins of the world...God looked at Him as if He had committed the acts Himself and therefore had to turn His back).  This is not exactly a life that would scream “Enjoy every moment, Jesus!”

I’m just gonna come out and say it… Some moments in life REALLY, REALLY STINK…others are REALLY, REALLY HARD!  And though we can have a soul joy and peace that Jesus has overcome those moments and will bring us through these moments, it doesn’t make the moment feel more enjoyable.  When I am in the throes of dealing with temper tantrums or a child that is lying or a child that won’t obey or laundry that never goes away or a husband who thinks because I stay at home I am spending the family finances away on bon bons (he doesn’t, by the way…at least not since the number of children has been upped to 5), it is ridiculous for me to also have to beat myself over the head because I am not enjoying these things.  Furthermore, if I thought the purpose of my life was to enjoy every moment (or even MOST moments for that matter), I am fairly convinced that I would not have the life that I have today.  No, I would not trade my life for anyone else’s, but that is specifically because the moments that I have NOT enjoyed the most have pulled me closest to the One who gives beauty for ashes.  True joy is found when we give up the expectation that we should enjoy our lives all the time. *BIG GASP* Did she just say we shouldn’t enjoy our lives?  Read it again… We should not EXPECT to enjoy our lives ALL THE TIME and taking this point a bit further, we can get ourselves into MUCH trouble if we are constantly pursuing enjoyment.  We should absolutely enjoy to the fullest any moment of happiness, pleasure, escape, or comfort that our Father blesses us with, but we should not be spending our lives seeking more of these things.  If we do, we miss some absolutely HARD things that lead us right into the purpose God has for our lives.

Trying to enjoy every moment has ruined quite a few moments for me.  Because I always have an expectation that “I should be enjoying this more”, I have often not enjoyed anything.  Even celebrations can be ruined because of this expectation.  Until we learn to accept from God’s Hand what He gives, whether it is enjoyable or whether it is the most difficult thing we have ever done, knowing that in the end He knows what direction and purpose our lives should take, we will never experience true joy.  “Rejoice in the Lord always” is not a command to feel happy all the time.  It is rather an encouragement that because He has conquered the world, no moment in life will ever conquer us.

So I say… quit thinking about enjoyment and instead focus on commitment and obedience to Jesus.  The world would be a much better place if we would instead say to Moms and Dads who are struggling… “Stay the course, Momma or Daddy.  Stay committed to your work.  Be not weary in doing good…for in due season, you are gonna reap if you don’t give up!”  And when the moments are full of drudgery and suffering and telling that child “no” for the 57^th time of the day, we give others permission to experience frustration…to, for a moment, wish that they lived the life of perfect enjoyment of every moment that exists ONLY in our heads…and then we helped pick them up from ridding the floor of stickiness and encourage them to give thanks in everything and to keep moving forward.

Because I am here to encourage you, Momma, that you are not the only one unable to enjoy the poop explosion all over the bed.  Feel free to vent your feelings to someone who will understand and who will realize that enjoying every cotton picking stinking moment is not the point.  Rather be encouraged that if you are not giving up, you are winning the battle and someday soon, you will see the reward for your labor.  Find grace in the moments you don’t enjoy…because I can promise you it is there.

And if you are reading this and you enjoy every moment of your life, feel free to enlighten this girl.

PS. This is not a condemnation on anyone who has ever responded to a parent's complaint with "Enjoy every moment!"  Rather it is an enlightenment on how that simple phrase may not be the best advice for a struggling parent :).