Wednesday, August 18, 2010

may the lost be found

fish camp. four days of yelling, learning traditions, dancing, more yelling, sweating, making friendships, watching skits and figuring out who you want to be in college. i went into this expecting something incredible, but i realized soon that it paled in comparison to mfuge. it was great in it's own way, yet for me it was lacking a vital component: the component of Christ.

all my life id sat by and watched while the world shaped me, but fuge made me realize every day is a mission, every action is a witness. fish camp opened my eyes to just how much the world needs Christ's love. relationships without the foundation of a common Savior leave a superficial and meaningless bond over the world. it's lacking of substance, of depth. it's a cause for reaching out and showing God's love. in our discussion groups, we have kids talking of broken families, lost friendships, and bitter feelings with such anger and resentment and guilt. people at camp were openly using language every time i turned around. vulgarity and profanity was considered acceptable if not encouraged by other campers. partying, drinking, sleeping around was the norm.

the thing that broke my heart the most, however, was the open atheism. my heart broke for those that had no hope in my God. they had no idea of the joy and love that He daily gives. they didn't know that the holes in their lives could be filled by His forgiveness, or maybe they did know and just blindly turned their heads. i know atheists, and have had personal experiences with one that made me see that the Christian bubble i live in is naive. but to have kids profess a disbelief in the Lord that so changed my life was heart rending. the fact that i am a living witness of Christ was reinforced by the knowledge that i was surrounded by non-believers.

we refer to non-believers as "the lost" and i truly saw why. not to say that i have it all together-that is so far from the truth. but they are missing out on the biggest gift ever given, they are saying no to a Savior who died the most gruesome death possible for them. they are refusing to be loved, rejecting forgiveness, and seeking the world. my prayers go out to them.

Heavenly Daddy,

be the solution to this world. You are bigger than our problems, our pride, our sins, and our love of the world. You alone can satisfy, wash clean, and heal. I pray that You will work in the lives of the bitter, lonely, and lost. let my every action be a witness for You. i'm so sorry when i fall short of that, because i know i do daily. i want to live for Your name alone. i give over my days to You, my desires, my plans, my actions, my life. use me for Your will. i pray that the lost are found and the blind i will see only You. let the hope we have in You rise and darkness flee from the sound of Your voice calling out to Your children. open our eyes to You. 'break down our pride and the walls we built up inside, our earthly crowns and all our desires to lay down at Your feet.' i pray that every single voice will call to You in surrender. You would leave behind 99 sheep to seek the one lost, wandering soul-this is my prayer, Lord. thank you for working daily in my life. my heart goes out to those who don't have the light of the world in their lives.
Amen.

Friday, August 6, 2010

and He even loves the messy.

John Mark McMillan wrote the song How He Loves. The story behind it is beautiful.


After watching that, i was struck by how many truths i so often overlook. John McMillan went through a tragedy and is able to see God's unrelenting love, yet here i sit in my comforted life with reminders all around me, and i forget that i can't stop the unrequited love of my Savior. The song John McMillan wrote is more than a song to me, it's a constant refresher of how the Lord's love overwhelms every sin, every action, every doubt and fear and anger i have. It reminds me that no part of me is unloved. we american-ize the word love. we turn it into a cliche term used for meaningless affection or desire of something. the true meaning of love, however, is found upon a cross, where my Savior poured out His blood for my broken, messy, and kind of gross life.

"i really needed some sort of conversation with God. there were some things i needed to say"

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

"the love i'm singing about in that song is really, is not a pretty clean. it's not a hollywood hot pink love. its a um, a kind of love thats willing to love things that are messy, and willing to love even the difficult. and sort of umm you know, kind of gross kind of things."

oh how He loves us so. oh how He loves us. how He loves us so.

"in this frustrated perious, in my anger and in my resentment, and in my frustration, He could still love me through that. you know, and in this process of dealing with life He could love me through that and He was ok, He wasnt offended by the fact that i was angry at God."

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.

"this song isn't a celebration of weakness and anger, its a celebration of a God who would want to hang with us through those things, who would want to be a part of our lives through those things and despite of who we are He would want to be a part of us and be a part of our community and be a part of our family. and thats the kind of love i think i'm talking about."


So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…
He loves us. Oh how He loves us. Oh how He loves us.
How He loves us so.


-all quotes by John Mark McMillan. The man who i thank for reminding me of the all-consuming love i get to experience.