Today’s guest post is from Friar Dixon, Discipleship Pastor at Ashley Ridge Church. In addition to leading the student, groups and outreach ministries at Ashley Ridge, Friar is also raising two boys with his wife Natalie and continuing to master his foosball skills. Check out what he has to say about the wide-eye’d wonder of King Josiah –
One of my favorite kings from Israel’s past was Josiah, the boy King. Josiah took over the kingdom at 8 years old and stayed in that position until his death, 31 years later. Unlike many of his predecessors, Josiah actually did what God wanted. The Bible doesn’t give us any insight into the reasons why Josiah chose to be faithful to God (unlike the preceding kings), but I have my suspicions.
The story of Josiah can be summed up like this: Josiah was the Son of King Amnon, and Grandson of King Manasseh. His father and his grandfather both “did evil in the eyes of the Lord.” Josiah is made king after the people kill his father. He was only eight years old. Eighteen years into his reign, Josiah is trying to put the house of the Lord in repair and order when the high priest brings Josiah a book. The book is the Holy Scripture, the law. Because so many kings before Josiah had ignored the word of God, Josiah, as well as many of the people, did not even know this word from God existed. Josiah was horrified that he had unknowingly not followed the law completely and so Josiah started on a quest to rid the peoples hearts and the land from idolatrous practices. While God’s wrath was ready to be poured out onto the Hebrews in what we now know as the exile, God allowed Josiah to reign and die with his kingdom still in tact.
Josiah seemed to be a pretty great king, but what has always stood out to me was the honor and respect that Josiah gave to the law and instruction found in God’s word. Josiah had never heard it before and when he did, he truly had wide-eyed wonder. It was a wonder with God’s word that changed who Josiah was, and how he ruled.
This has always been my hope for the Bible, that I would view it with such reverence that it would continually form the way I live, but also form the way I function as a husband and a father. Like Josiah did with his kingdom, I want to put God and his instruction at the center of my life and family. I desire to see God’s word with such wide-eyed wonder each day, that I really do believe what it says, and let it inform the way I live. After a lifetime of changing and stretching and growing through following God’s word, I hope to one day die with the ability for it to be written that Friar “… did what was right in the eyes of the Lord and followed completely the ways of his father, not turning aside to the right or to the left.”
It’s week four of the summer reading challenge and we’re going to be hearing a lot from the prophets about the Israelites time in exile. Check back for some thoughts through the week and be sure to share your thoughts and questions in the comments!
Here are this week’s readings:
Sunday – 2 Kings 17:1-23, 24:18-25:21; Ezekiel 1:1-3:27
Monday – Ezekiel 12:1-14:23
Tuesday – Ezekiel 20:1-44, Jeremiah 24:1-25:38
Wednesday – Jeremiah 29:1-31:40
Thursday – Lamentations 1:1-3:66
Friday – Micah 6:1-8
Saturday – Hosea 11:1-11
It’s week 3 of our summer reading challenge and we’re heading from the Judges to the Kings. Despite God’s repeated warnings, Israel wants a king they can see and they are willing to challenge the King of Kings to get their way. Spoiler alert: there are some good kings and some bad kings, but in the end, God was right – obviously. Be sure to share your thoughts through the week in the comment section.
Sunday – I Samuel 1:1-28, 3:1-21, 8:1-22
Monday – I Samuel 10:17-11:15, 13:5-15, 15:10-35
Tuesday – I Samuel 16:1-18:16; 2 Samuel 5:1-7:29
Wednesday – 2 Samuel 11:1-12:25; 1 Kings 3:3-28, 6:1-38, 8:22-61
Thursday – I Kings 11:1-13, 11:41-43, 12:1-24, 17:1-19:21
Friday – 2 Kings 3:4-5:19a, 13:1-25
Saturday – 2 Kings 23:1-24:1
I was interviewed last week by a professor from Duke on the subject of “contemporary worship.” In the course of our conversation, he used the phrase “Lovin’ on Jesus” to describe the prevailing movement of the last 50 years influencing many of our present day worship patterns.
Before we go any further, it’s important to note that I am unashamed and even proud to be associated with any movement characterized by love of Jesus!!! Where do I pick up my t-shirt and bumper sticker?!
That said, the phrase came to mind this morning as I read Exodus 19, and I wondered if I sometimes lose sight of the holiness of God in the comfortable, familiarity of Jesus. Do you know what I mean? I love that Jesus called us friends (John 15:15) and I believe He meant it. Only, am I still recognizing that He is God and I am not? In Exodus 19, the people had to prepare themselves for several days before just coming close (not even touching!) the mountain where God was.
It’s a conversation we’re having more and more in our house as our boys get older. You know, the “we’re your parents, not your friends” lecture, er, I mean, conversation. I want my boys to trust me completely. I want them to feel comfortable and know there is nothing they can’t tell me and nothing they can do that will change my love for them. I want them to come to me for comfort – to know that I will listen to them, hurt with them, hope for them. But I also want them to respond immediately when I say “stop” or “no.” I want them to know I will draw clear boundaries that I expect them to adhere to whether they understand them or not because I am their parent. I love that we’re raising our boys in the South where kids are taught to refer to adults, including their parents, as “ma’am” and “sir.” It’s a sign of respect, and it’s warranted.
Does the name of God fall too easily from our lips? Do we picture Him as high and exalted, almighty and seated on a throne of righteousness when we pray? Or, is He the one we yell at/to in moments of distress? Remember how Jesus (you know, our friend) was trying to help us out on the subject of prayer and He said to start by saying, “Our Father in heaven, holy is Your name.”
The holiness of God is huge in the Old Testament. There was a clear understanding that to look on the face of God meant death because He is holy and we are not. When God passed by Moses, Moses had to turn his back so he didn’t turn into dust. And when he came down from the mountain his face was so bright from his encounter with God that he had to wear a veil so the Israelites could look at him. Second-hand God glimpsing was far more lethal than second-hand smoke. Maybe a bad metaphor, but God was into the whole smoking-mountain deal. I digress…
Thing is, while many things changed in the New Testament, the holiness of God never has. So, how do we embrace the relationship available to us through Jesus without disregarding the holiness of God?
What do you think? Do you struggle more with seeing God as holy or seeing God as a friend?
Here are the week 2 readings for our summer challenge. Check back through the week for some thoughts and be sure to share your own in the comments!
Sunday – Exodus 1:1-3:22
Monday – Exodus 16:1-20:21
Tuesday – Joshua 1:1-3:17
Wednesday – Judges 2:6-4:24
Thursday – Judges 6:11-8:35
Friday – Judges 13:1-16:31, 21:25
Saturday – Ruth 1:1-4:22
This morning at Ashley Ridge Church we started our summer reading challenge to coincide with our Wide-Eye’d Wonder series. You can listen to the podcast from today’s message on the Ashley Ridge Church app or on the Ashley Ridge website. The readings for this week are:
Sunday – Genesis 11-15
Monday – Genesis 16-20
Tuesday – Genesis 21-26
Wednesday – Genesis 27-30
Thursday – Genesis 31-36
Friday – Genesis 37-45
Saturday – Genesis 46-50
Please comment below and let me know if you’re accepting the challenge and check back here through the week to see some of my thoughts on the readings and thoughts leading up to next week’s message.
This summer will be, quite literally, EPIC!
Sometimes, the most frustrating thing is knowing that you can’t quit.
Last Friday, I really wanted to quit – quit being a grown-up, quit being a mom, quit being a wife, quit being a pastor, quit being a friend, a sister, a daughter, a leader, just quit. It was too much. And then I got mad because I knew I had lots of options, but quitting, the only option I wanted, was not an option. And then I cried, tears of frustration and self-pity, and tears of pure mad-ness.
And then I sent my husband the following text:
He knew I couldn’t quit. I knew I couldn’t quit. But somehow it helped saying it, and just for a split-second, believing it.
And then I called an end to my pity party. It wasn’t fun while it lasted, so I figured I might as well stop.
And then I remembered to be grateful…grateful that I couldn’t quit. Because if I could quit, I would quit, and I would most certainly regret it forever. Because the only things worth doing in this life – like marriage and parenthood and friendship and community and faith and all of those things all at the same time – are hard. And if you quit, you miss the good stuff, the stuff that comes after the hard when the hard doesn’t win because you didn’t quit.
Sometimes it’s good to remember that there’s always an “And then” and while we can’t always see it coming, we know that eventually the “and then’s” make it to a place called hope, which doesn’t ever disappoint (Romans 5).
What’s the “And then” on the other side of wherever you are right now? Can I pray for you to get there?
Yesterday marked 20 years from the start of the Rwandan genocide that killed almost one million people in a span of about 30 days. Twenty years ago yesterday neighbors turned on neighbors, teachers turned on students, and pastors turned on their villages. That last one hit me the hardest when I was in Rwanda three years ago. When the killings started, people fled to churches for sanctuary and the pastors told the Hutus to come. We walked in one church that is now a memorial where the clothing is still piled on top of wooden benches – some clothing that would be much too big for even my 2 and 5 year old – and in the church yard there is a mass grave where you can walk down a set of stairs and see shelves of skulls and bones of the people who were killed that day in that place. I didn’t make it the whole way down the steps before I started shaking and turned around so that the bile rising in my throat didn’t escape. The horror. The nightmare. The worst humanity had to offer. And unlike the Holocaust, it wasn’t an army responsible for escorting people into gas chambers, it was neighbors, kids and elders with machetes.
Today there is a saying in Rwanda that is plastered on street signs and buildings in the heart of their cities, it says, “Never again.” As a country they’ve made a pledge to never again destroy each other, never again set out to eliminate future generations, never again to lose themselves to a senseless rage based on a difference that many still cannot even define or explain.
Today perpetrators of the genocide and victims whose families were lost work side-by-side to farm and rebuild and teach new generations a better way. Many have said the Rwanda of today is the greatest success story of the 21st century, which is still in its early years. On my visit, I met pastors and teachers, mothers and fathers who are deeply committed to the path of forgiveness. I watched a mom nurse her child and then hand him to the man who had filled her parents to help calm him as we sat on the dirt in their village and heard their story.
We have so much to learn from Rwanda – their destruction and their success, their hatred and their hope. But to continue to learn from them, to continue to strengthen them in their resolve to show the world a new way, we also have an opportunity to partner with them. We have an opportunity to make sure kids living on the streets can go to the schools to learn from these phenomenal teachers. We have an opportunity to help the Church in Rwanda feed their communities, physically and spiritually so people can focus on learning and living instead of fighting for their daily bread.
Every year, our church does a Run for Rwanda, and this year it’s all about kids helping kids. On April 27th, our kids will be running laps at the high school and all of the money they raise will go to the work of Prison Fellowship Rwanda. If your child would like to participate or if you would like to sponsor a child who is running, please check out the information here.
No, not the dance. Although, that’s cool too.
I’m more referring to the fact that there must not have been a Hebrew word for “hustle” or I think the writer of Ecclesiastes would have included it when he was talking about the different times, i.e. a time to laugh and a time to weep, a time to tear down and a time to build, etc.
We often talk about the need to slow down and the need to exercise prudence, and those are important conversations. But sometimes, it’s time to hustle. Sometimes we need to get a good night’s sleep and hit the ground running. Sometimes life needs a swift kick in the pants, often our pants.
What task has God given you this week? What situations are you sitting on, scared to make a move. Maybe this week it’s time to hustle, bring some energy to the table and live like you mean it.
To all of the fellow hustlers out there this week, I lift my first cup of coffee this morning to you. Let’s go!
If you’re like me in any way, first, I’m sorry. Second, chances are you expend a lot of time, energy and previously non-gray hairs on keeping your head above water, managing chaos, keeping things within your grasp. How’s that working out for you?
It’s not going so well on my end. At the end of most days, I’m still under water and extremely tired from my failed efforts. To say nothing of the fruity Cheerios still littering the hallways from my toddler’s mobile breakfast – 15.hours.earlier.
On good days, I laugh about it. The other 99% of the time I think about how there are a lot of other people more qualified for my life than I am – better pastors, better wives, better moms, better friends. I think of how the awesome people would handle the current quandaries I can’t figure out – the people they would hire, the big decisions they would make with ease and confidence, the effective way they would communicate with a 2-yr old boy about the necessity of using the potty. Those people aren’t just awesome, they’re genuises with perfect hair and really white teeth! I hope I get to meet them someday.
Meanwhile, my life is stuck with me, and I have two choices every day – fight to get to the top or enjoy the swim with all of the other fishes. (If you’re thinking Godfather and “He swims with the fishes,” this is a bad analogy, but hopefully you get what I’m saying.) It’s with the other fishes that I’m reminded I’m part of a team – the human team. With the fishes, I’m fully aware there are things beyond my control but, as Dori would have it, I can do what I do, which is “just keep swimming.”
Fish smell out of water, but under water, they are beautiful and swift, and get this, it’s under water that they’re actually able to breathe. The air is thin and unmanageable on the topside when you’re on your own.
I think it’s good God made fish before He made people – He was able to gather some good data for building the prototype – better together than we are alone, not super-powered, but super-surrounded.
So, for what it’s worth, today I’m giving up the fight. I’m refusing to spend my best energy getting ahead and spending it instead on being where I am and knowing that I can’t do it on my own – and it’s better that way.