un(stoppable): incapable of being stopped

Consider him who endured from sinners such hostility against himself, so that you may not grow weary or fainthearted. (Hebrews 12:3 ESV)

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Unstoppable, Jesus set His face toward the steep hill. Step by excruciating step. Searing pain emanating from His back weighed down, under the burden of His cross. Carrying death on His raw, bleeding back, so we could rest easy. So we might not grow weary. He endured it all without regret, for us to embrace peace, experience joy and cling to hope in the face of our own versions of suffering.

Before Jesus offered Himself on the cross, before He died, He challenged the disciples to follow Him by denying themselves and taking up their cross daily. He was using this metaphor to foreshadow the way He would die.

Yet, I often wonder, what the disciples thought He meant. Why would He make a reference to taking up the cross, how morbid? That was how criminals died. They weren’t criminals.

Yet, haven’t we been robbing God since the beginning of time? Stealing His glory. Congratulating ourselves. Look at me! Look what I did!

All in vain, because the Father isn’t interested in our accomplishments, He wants our company. Jesus invites us to give up our self-effort. Then we will be unstoppable, just like Him!

 Then he told them what they could expect for themselves: “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat—I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? (Luke 9:23-25 The Message)

 

 

un(ruffled): poised and serene especially in the face of setbacks or confusion

The preaching of the cross is, I know, nonsense to those who are involved in this dying world, but to us who are being saved from that death it is nothing less than the power of God. (1 Corinthians 1:18 J.B. Phillips)

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Confusion and chaos swirl around us, battering and bruising–

Bruised and battered– Jesus unruffled, unadorned, stripped bare

Poised for rescue, His heart bleeds for the abused and abusing.

Setbacks and upsets crush our hearts.

Set up and crushed to death– Jesus restores serenity

Unto hearts destined for death; His power restarts.

God Rest Ye Merry

You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever. (Psalm 16:11 NIV)

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Last Friday, my six year old niece and I spent the afternoon together. She loves to point out women who have “a baby in the belly.” She is very curious about the whole mystery of the how the baby arrives. So I’m not surprised that she enjoys playing with the nativity figurines, especially baby Jesus and Mary. When my sister picked her up, we noticed that Loryn had placed Mary in the manger with Jesus. After they left, I placed everyone back in their proper place.

The next day I read a devotion about Mary’s receptivity to bearing the gift of Jesus in her womb. So I put Mary back on the manger, in that vulnerable position of offering herself to God and her openness to receiving Jesus into her life as pure gift.

As I have mentioned, my journey during this Advent{ure} has been very different than past years. I find myself struggling daily to recapture the “feel” of Christmases past.  Disappointment creeps in, and depression lurks in the corner. I despair over my failure to experience the joy I know is possible this time of year.

Today, I remembered an explanation I once read about the carol, God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen. I used to think that the gentleman were merry and really didn’t think about what “God rest ye” meant.

“God rest ye merry” was an old English expression which petitioned God to keep one merry or joyful. (Christopher and Melodie Lane, Christ in the Carols)

When I try to manage my moods or control the merriment of the season, I become dismayed. I lose the joy of the season. My attempts at holiday cheer fizzle out, because my heart is occupied with anxious grabbing for stuff, rather than held open for receiving. I need to climb into the manger, and be still. To let His presence fill me with joy, peace, hope and complete love.

May God keep you merry the rest of this holy season!

 

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