Today’s post comes from my colleague and good friend, Troy Forrester. Troy is a pastor at First United Methodist Church of Oak Ridge, TN. In addition to his zeal for church softball and making it to every baseball stadium in the U.S., Troy is deeply passionate about leading people into an ongoing walk with Jesus Christ. He speaks with great wisdom on the practicality of our faith, especially in regard to money. Enjoy!
19 “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rustconsume and where thieves break in and steal; 20 but store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Think for a moment about how many advertisements you see within the course of a day. The internet, magazines, television, radio, and other media outlets are filled with advertisements attempting to convince consumers that they cannot go one more moment without purchasing the item of the day. This continuous media onslaught often prevails and convinces their audience that they must think, believe, and buy a certain way. Our thoughts and behaviors are being formed and molded often without our acknowledgement.
We as Christians we must be careful of this because our hearts are formed by what we worship. Excitement, anticipation, hope – each of these emotions swells around the object of our dearest affection. We spend our time, energy, and money on what matters most to us.
Author Rick McKinley poses the question, “What do we worship during this season of Advent? “Jesus” is the right answer, of course, but is it the truthful answer? Does the way we spend our time, money, and energy testify that we worship God incarnate? Season after season, many churchgoers have learned to say the right things without allowing their words to reach their hearts. Simply saying that Jesus is the desire of our hearts doesn’t make it truthful. In fact, saying the right things when they aren’t BELIEVED THINGS hinders true worship.” (Advent Conspiracy, p.32)
An excellent way for Christians to remember their object of their worship, would be to heed the words of Mike Slaughter, the pastor of Ginghamsburg United Methodist Church, as he presses his congregation on the issue of Christmas by asking the question, “Whose birthday is it?” He reminds individuals that it is not their birthday, but Jesus’ birthday and their gifts should reflect this understanding. In this vein he challenges each individual to give equally to a mission opportunity in the church as they spend on their families. This bold initiative has transformed their church and significantly impacted those in need.
So, during this Christmas season I encourage you to avoid getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of consumerism. Rather, think about who and what we as Christians are celebrating during this time. May we follow the teachings of Jesus and strive to think first of our neighbors in need before we think of friends and family that likely already have more than enough. Providing clean water, donating to an area food bank, and numerous other faithful opportunities are available to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. This Christmas may we remember Christ’s birth not only with our words, but with our actions!
“This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. If we claim to have fellowship with him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live out the truth. But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.” ~I John 1:5-7
Recently, my 4-year old son decided he needs more light to sleep at night. It started with him sneaking his camping lantern into his bed after we would leave his room, but now he insists on the hall light being left on all night. Seriously, I’ve woken up at 2am to the sound of him yelling from his bed, “Why is the light off? Somebody fix this situation.” It’s as if he can sense the light even when he’s fast asleep, which is even stranger than his need to use full sentences and words like “situation” at 2am.
Aside from the electricity bill, you wouldn’t think this was a big deal. It’s just a little light. But that little light, while helping him sleep peacefully, keeps me wide awake. It’s like that little light is all it takes to overwhelm the darkness that is helping me shut down my brain and rest. Anyone else know what I’m talking about?
It’s funny how as kids we can be afraid of the dark, but as adults we sometimes seek it out as a hiding place, a chance to get away and escape from the more stressful realities of our world. But that darkness is only an illusion. Our worries and concerns follow us into the darkness, and often take advantage of the darkness to build a deeper stronghold. The darkness might conceal what is there for a short time, but it never takes it away.
Light does just the opposite. It forces us to face what is in front of us, and with that opportunity comes a chance to heal and restore and move forward. Take for example the red crayon markings on the wall outside of my 4-year old’s room. In the dark, I would never see his “artwork” and it would go right on staining the walls. In the light, I can’t miss it and the magic eraser gets pulled out yet again to work its charm.
It only takes a little light to invade the darkness. Jesus is the light that overwhelms the darkness of the whole world, and with Him comes the opportunity to live in newness. Yes, it means facing the truth, but it also means doing it with a Savior who has already forgiven.
He’s coming – are we ready to come out of the dark?
Today’s post comes from my dad, Bradley Brown. My dad is the pastor of First United Methodist Church in Hershey, PA, aka “the sweetest place on earth.” While I never thought I would grow up to be a pastor like my dad, I could not be prouder to say that I have, and I am still, following in his footsteps. Enjoy!
Giving What We Receive
They ran to the village and found Mary and Joseph. And there was the baby, lying in a manger. The shepherds told everyone what had happened and what the angel had said to them about this child. All who heard the shepherds’ story were astonished, but Mary quietly treasured these things in her heart and thought about them often. The shepherds went back to their fields and flocks, glorifying and praising God for what the angels had told them, and because they had seen the child, just as the angels had said. (Luke 2:16-20)
You can’t give that which you’ve never received or have in your possession to give. It’s a basic life principle, and it’s the story of the shepherds.
They were working the third shift the night Jesus was born; out in the fields; in the darkness. That alone says a lot about who these shepherds were and what was happening in their lives. That’s when it happened—an angel, an announcement, and then an awesome display by a host of Heaven’s best. I’ve often wondered what happened to the sheep. Did all the shepherds run to Bethlehem? Were there doubters among them who stayed behind? We’ll talk about that some other time. For now, let’s focus on the shepherds who Luke says responded to the angels’ unbelievable news of the birth of a Savior.
Luke tells us having received this angel’s news, the shepherds “ran to the village.” They gave it their all to find Mary and Joseph, but especially the baby—the Light of the World that shined in their darkness! Seeing Jesus, they weren’t silent. They gave their witness; that is they told their story to everyone who would listen— not only what they received from the angel but also what they discovered and believed for themselves about Jesus. Their lives were changed forever. And when they returned to their everyday life and work, they gave God their worship and praise. They gave what they received!
What about us? Where are we going and what are we doing because of what we’ve heard about Jesus and because of what we’ve received by grace through faith in him? Are we telling anyone our story—what we know and have experienced of God? Is the hope, peace and joy found only in Jesus the reason for our worship and praise?
God loved the world—including you and me—so much that HE gave us HIS only Son, so that whoever believes in might have life now and always.
God is generous in HIS giving. Made in God’s image, we are most like God when we give.
So what have you received? We can only give that which we have received.
Run to the manger. Share your faith’s story with someone today. Worship and give thanks to God for all you have received—a Savior who is Christ the Lord.
Okay, y’all, this post is from my mom, Jane Brown. To say she’s amazing doesn’t cut it, but we can start there. This is the woman who taught me (and showed me) that it’s never okay to simply say you’ll pray for someone – you do it. And you don’t do it later, you do it right in the moment, you do it out loud, and you do it with the absolute conviction that God is listening. Whenever I am scared or stressed, I take comfort in the fact that my mom is praying, which is usually what I need to remember that I ought to pray as well. My mom is an all-star encourager and I’m thrilled to share with you today her thoughts and wisdom on the encouragement we need and the encouragement we give to each other. Enjoy!
CROSSING THE FINISH LINE
“I don’t mean to say that I have already achieved these things or that I have already reached perfection. But I press on to possess that perfection for which Christ Jesus first possessed me. No dear, brothers and sisters, I have not achieved it, but I focus on this one thing. Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead. I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.” ~Philippians 3:12-14
This year I crossed the finish line of my first half marathon. I did not do it alone. In fact it started last Christmas. Our daughter Jenn gave a gift to her sister, Laura. It was an opportunity to meet in Nashville on her birthday and run the race together. In time the gift included me. Our training schedule was posted on the refrigerator and the training began. We trained individually and at times together like at the beach on vacation. I would jog, Laura could walk faster than my jogging and Jenn would just run around us as we talked and laughed together. Often they would take off and move more quickly which was fine with me. My goal was to finish and it didn’t matter if they got there first.
The gift was being in Nashville with my daughters for the weekend but the joy was crossing the line and seeing both daughters waiting and cheering me on. But as is often the case, the time spent on the journey, the preparation made the gift more meaningful. Months of jogging through the neighborhood where neighbors began to encourage me and cheer me on. Each day I trained I would have the satisfaction of crossing another day off the chart and see myself getting closer to the goal. My husband Bradley would help me plan new and longer routes and then meet me with water and encouragement along the way. The day of the race I will never forget one particular lady along the way. She was not running but stood along the way to cheer us all on. I was struggling a bit when I caught her eye. She looked at me directly and reading the name on my bib said,” Jane, you can do it.” I needed her personal encouragement at that point and was blessed to have an angel on the way.
Maybe it’s the story of Advent or even life. We prepare and wait. What joy when we cross the finish line and receive the gift of Jesus. I wonder who I am encouraging along this journey with Christ. How am I preparing other hearts to receive this most special gift? The finish line is not the end but the beginning. I pray that as I get ready to receive the gift once again this Christmas I might also share the gift to someone else in need of a Savior.
Today’s post comes from my brother-in-law, John. John is a buckeye, a serious and talented trail runner, and an incredible father to three small children. Right now, he’s experiencing the waiting of Advent as he recovers from knee surgery that is forcing him into a place of slowness and quiet. John provides a great deal of ongoing wisdom to our family and to everyone he encounters. Enjoy!
The Remaker of All Things
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through Him all things were made; without Him nothing was made that has been made.” John 1:1-3 (NIV)
Everywhere you look this time of year you can spot a Christmas tradition. Trees in every house, stockings hung by the chimney with care – I’m sure you could think of a sleigh full yourself. Some of these are dusted off and celebrated like old friends, and some we would rather leave in the basement. I can’t say I’m thrilled to watch Danny Kaye and Bing Crosby sing “White Christmas” for the two hundredth time, nor do I jump from my chair to string Christmas lights in the bitter cold. At the same time, watching my kids find the perfect spot to place my old Nutcrackers made me smile, as did my grandmother’s ceramic Santa house winding up in my youngest daughter’s room.
I have a habit of seeing Christmas like the same old song and dance movies that replay constantly through December. Our traditions seem like going through the motions while I get another year older, like Christmas will be a repeat performance of things that we’ve been doing since we were kids.
But there is no dust on the Truth of Christmas. Jesus came into a world that He created and that He came to save. The first time He touched the earth He was making it; the second time He touched the earth, He was remaking it. All of the old things that were broken down and decaying, Jesus transformed into something greater. The Son of God, Who makes all things new, wasn’t just repairing our broken world: He was rebuilding it so that we could be what He intended in the first place.
Every year Christmas is something new, and each Season brings its own new joy just like the arrival of a baby. When I think of Jesus’ arrival as a human infant, it reminds me of how we should see this time of year. The awesome thing about our God is that He allows us the warmth and familiarity of our favorite traditions to blend into the unique joy that comes every December. We don’t just dust off the plastic bins in the basement to bring Christmas out of storage – the Lord creates Christmas new again, just as He brings us new mercies every morning.
As the sun rises on Christmas morning, let’s look forward to enjoying the traditions that we love so much, the things that we’ve loved since we were little, but let’s remember the One who gives us each day as a gift. Jesus makes hearts new, He makes us whole, and I can’t wait to see what amazing new things He will create for us this Christmas.
Lord Jesus, thank you for coming to save us as a baby, and thank you for coming to dwell in our hearts to make them new. We look at the wonders of Your creation and are amazed at the work of Your hands. Help us this Christmas Season to see the Truth of Your gift to us. We praise you for all that You have done for us and all that You are doing in this world. We look forward to seeing all things be made new through You. Amen.
Today I get to share another piece of wisdom from my sister, Laura, on what it means to follow the angel’s instructions.
And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.” Luke 2:10 (ESV)
Behold! Or, to utilize more modern vernacular: Check it out! Listen up!
I’ve never had an angel stand before me and utter “behold”. Have you? It seems so dramatic and awe inspiring! While it hasn’t happened to me, I certainly have a very specific opinion of what it was like for those shepherds: A crisp, clear night. A blue sky sparkling with stars. The gentle sounds of sheep around them. No odor of any kind because, let’s be serious, I have idealized this moment in time. They had Febreeze, right? Jim and his buddy Jethro hanging out in the field, leaning against a rock with an arm tucked behind their head. “Hey, Jim, you think you can take the first watch? There’s nothing happening and I’m beat.” Such a simple night that suddenly became one of the most talked about, amazing moments in recorded history.
So often I envy those shepherds. They were given such a gift. They were in that field. That night. With that angel. And that message. Can you see it? If only God were to offer me such an opportunity to behold.
Oh, but He has! The problem is, I may have missed it.
This past week has been unique for my simple life. First, my husband underwent a knee surgery that has him quite limited in activity. This man keeps our crazy lives in motion and under control. So you can imagine, things have been… let’s go with interesting. Second, our lovely hamlet of Chillicothe, Ohio had a gorgeous snow. 6 inches of the wet, big flakes that somehow make your Christmas lights sparkle even more. And finally, my father in law drove two hours on Saturday morning, before dawn, to clear our driveway given my hubby’s recovery. This after my sister in law taking care of the “please Lord, just let me live until 8:30 am” process of getting my three young kids off to school while John underwent surgery, and friends bringing us meals as we regrouped on the homefront.
Did I behold in those moments? I live in a land where we have hospitals that can correct ailments that some persons cannot even have diagnosed, let alone have repaired. My family was warm and safe, able to look out at a world made gorgeous by falling, frozen water that makes unique, wonderous flakes. I have people in my life — friends, family, a small group and more, that have given of themselves to help care for my family in our time of need. What wonderous things stand before me!
No, an angel in a robe was not standing there. And no, I did not audibly hear the word “behold”. But, in a moment, driving down the road, with my kids fighting in the back of the van, God placed that word on my heart. Behold, my child.
Listen up, Laura: you have been blessed beyond measure! Check it out and see what the Lord has done for you. Behold! I am standing right here. Jesus came for you, to save you, to give you the opportunity for a life filled with joy and wonder beyond anything you can fathom.
Today, my friends, take a moment to reflect and behold all the good in your life. Behold, a savior has come for each of us!
Lord Jesus, thank you for all the moments and people you have placed in my life. Teach me to behold. I want to listen and to see all that you are doing in my life and the lives of those around me. Your love is amazing. Behold. I bring you praise!
We’ve lost our zeal the minute we’ve lost sight of what we are pursuing. When the days start passing by and we don’t know where they are leading, we get confused and settle into survival mode. We’ll never get where we want to go, if we haven’t identified “where” that is. Andy Stanley calls this the principle of the path.
When Jesus came, he was pursuing justice and righteousness, and he did it with zeal because he knew where the days were leading. Jesus lived with energy, enthusiasm and intentionality. He wasted no time, and more importantly, he didn’t waste moments – the moment with the woman at the well, the moment with the leper who came back to say ‘thank you’ after his healing, the moment with the rich, young ruler.
What are you pursuing? Where are you heading? Is your best energy pointed in that direction?
“We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.” ~Romans 8:22-25
Waiting…patiently? Not my strong suit. And unfortunately, the world we live in is getting faster and faster, making patient waiting even more of a lost art. We are people who stand in front of microwaves saying, “Hurry up!”
And yet, as we grow older we understand what it means that waiting often makes things that much better. Good wine takes time (unless Jesus makes it, then it’s instantaneous). Friendships and marriages get richer and sweeter over decades of walking through the good, bad and ugly of life together. The waiting is when we learn to trust, because what we hope for, we truly can’t see.
Right now I have good friends who are waiting anxiously for the birth of their twins who are threatening to come far earlier than we hoped. They are waiting for each ultrasound to see if the heartbeats are still strong. They are waiting for each time a doctor walks into their room to know what the next few hours will hold. They are waiting and hoping for little lungs to develop faster than they would so they are ready to face this big world they are about to breathe in. But in it all, they hope for pray for the peace of Christmas and a community stands behind them to hope on their behalf.
And really, that’s how waiting patiently comes to life. We wait together. We hope together. We believe together that Jesus comes, and because he comes, we know our today will be okay.
Yesterday Nelson Mandela died, leaving behind a rich legacy of forgiveness, humility and leadership. He most certainly lived his life well and I am among the many who admired him greatly. Since the announcement of his death, I have heard several people use the word “hero,” a word we typically reserve for giants like Mandela who are known by the whole world. But I believe the visible work of heroes like Mandela often gets lived out quietly in the everyday life of people we know. One such hero in my life is none other than the author of today’s post and my big sister, Laura Brown. Laura lives in Ohio with her husband, John, and their three children. She works for a global company called Glatfelter, and when she’s not busy traveling all over North America for work and all over Chillicothe, Ohio taking her kids to karate, tennis and more, she can be found running the Upward Basketball league in her community, volunteering with the Junior League or out training with her team, “Paper Girls Wear Pink,’ for the next Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. And if that’s not enough (and it is!), she’s also the big sister who flies down at a moment’s notice when her little sister is overwhelmed and gets her house cleaned, fills her freezer with crockpot meals and does her laundry! Hero barely scratches the surface here, friends.
Laura shares today from a place of wisdom and experience about managing the pressure-cooker of life without closing ourselves off from each other and from the God who wants to give us good gifts. Enjoy!
The ugly sweater contest is a mystery to me. We place so much pressure on ourselves during this time of year: Did I get the perfect gift for Joe’s uncle’s best friend whom I’ve never actually met? Is that present hidden where the kids will not see it during their latest game of “Spy Kids: Let’s Ruin Christmas for Mom and Dad”? Have I properly constructed the best wreath in the neighborhood per the shoddy directions given by that weird link on Pinterest?
So now, to add to the contents of our Christmas pressure cooker, we compete to see who can be the best at being the ugliest. Really? And I will not even mention that e-mail I got asking me to join the “No Weight Gain During the Holidays” challenge. Cris Carter needs to just add that one to the “C’Mon Man” lineup next Monday night.
Here’s the thing about that pressure cooker we’ve placed ourselves in: the lid is on, tightly sealed. That is not what God has intended for us in this season or any other. God has called us to take the lid off. He has called us to open our hearts to receive his gifts of grace, mercy and healing. He has called us to share our light with the world so that others may see his glory.
On this day of advent, preparing for the coming of Christ, spend some time considering those gifts that God wants to give you this season. Are you hurting from a relationship gone awry? Jesus comes to heal the brokenhearted. Do you have financial hardship in your life? God will provide. Do you have family members living in the darkness? Jesus came to save.
Preparing to receive these things is not easy. But here is a great idea to start: get on your knees and pray. Hold your hands open as you pray signaling a willingness and ability to receive. Ask God to prepare your heart to receive that which he has for you in this season. And when you are done with that prayer, find a friend or a blog (hey, maybe this one?) to help you keep your hands open, outstretched to the Savior, ready to receive the gifts that only he can give.
“Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for him.” Isaiah 64:4
Is the lid off your pressure cooker, ready to receive?
“There was a man sent from God whose name was John. He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.” ~John 1:6-9
Last night before bed, we were singing “The First Noel” with our 4-year old who proceeded to ask, “What does ‘Noel’ mean?”
Uhhh……….do you know? We sure didn’t.
Thank goodness for google. My search uncovered some discrepancy, but the basic gist is this: Noel comes from a combination of the Latin word natalis which means birthday, referring specifically to Jesus’ birthday, and the French word nouvelles which means news, referring to the good news of Jesus’ birth. And so, in “The First Noel” it’s basically defined as the first proclamation of the good news about Jesus.
You now have a fun fact to share at your next Christmas party between commenting on everyone’s ugly sweaters and discussing which unknown gift from the pile you’re going to choose to open. You’re welcome.
But seriously, while the angels got to sing the first noel, and John got to say the most noels, we still have work to do passing it along. It’s possible that the noel you share might be the first time someone else truly hears about Jesus as good news for them too. And chances are, it won’t be because you sing better than the angels or you speak more eloquently than John. It will be because you have a relationship with someone who trusts you, who knows you well enough to hear not only what you say, but to observe how you live and the difference Jesus has made in your life.
Just like John, we need to help other people get ready for Jesus, not just ourselves.
So, the next time someone cuts you off in the parking lot during this busy season or someone gets impatient in a long check-out line, try to swallow your own frustration and instead reply with some variation of noel. We have good news of great joy, just as the angels did at the first Christmas.
How will you share the noel?