Wednesday, July 27, 2011

proverbs 31

I spent last week musing on this Bible chapter, because my pastor called and asked me to say a few words on Sun. concerning whatever the Lord laid on my heart. On the fifth Sundays he usually talks about families, and this fifth Sunday the topic was women. I am not a public speaker. I like teaching children, teens, even college age; but getting up in front of people (adult people) makes my knees wobble and my voice quiver. I've always thought it a bit traitorous of my body to betray my abject fear the minute I get in front of an audience. It's hard to pretend you're comfortable with the situation when the podium and mike are experiencing an earthquake and your voice is tremulous. However, it would have been a bad thing to turn him down just because of unbridled panic, so this begins a collection of my thoughts as I searched for just the thing the Lord would have me say.
I sometimes think that our handling of this chapter of the Bible is ironic. We think of it and present it as a guide for women. We study and write about it to women, as a teaching for them and about them, giving them instruction in godly living. That's true, but it isn't the chapter's original purpose. It was actually intended for young men, specifically a young man named Lemuel. It is the record of a mother's teaching her son about women and what a really valuable woman looks like. Lemuel was destined to be king from the context of the chapter, and his godly and prudent mom took the time to teach him and counsel him. The largest part of this chapter is devoted to her specific teaching about wives.
I think it's interesting that a father's perspective is given throughout the book of proverbs and those truths are largely presented bluntly and in the negative : Stay away from harlots. A woman who nags will make you miserable. An immodest woman is like decorating a pig. And again stay away from harlots; they destroy even the strong. The mom takes the other direction and instead of giving the young man things to avoid in women, she tells him what is truly valuable, and what it looks like in everyday life so that he'll be able to recognize it.
I don't know about you, but I don't normally think of a mom teaching her son about women; that seems to me to be more of a "dad thing". It's clear from this passage that my perception is wrong.
So what does she say a young man should search for? A quick overview gave me these observations.
1. She's rare, as shown by the question "who can find?" If you wonder who can find something, it must be rare and require searching.
2. She's valuable. Jewels are precious gems.
3. She's trustworthy.
4. She does her husband good, and does not do him evil.
5.She works with her hands willingly, and actually actively seeks to work.
6.She prepares a variety of food.
7. She's up early (before dawn).
8.She is entreprenurial and financially responsible.
9. She has strong arms and legs.
10.She works into the night and makes quality merchandise.
11. She is industrious .
12. She cares for the poor
13. She cares for her family's physical needs (specifically in clothing and ahead of time)
14. She sews for herself
15. Her husband is well-known. It's interesting that this is noted to her credit.
16 She's creative and productive.
17. She's clothed with strength/honor/joy
18. She's known for wise speech, and kindness
19. She watches over her household and is not idle.
20. children's attitudes toward her are of blessing and appreciation
21. She's known for excellence.
22. She fears God and therefore is focused on the eternal not the temporal (specifically not concerned about popularity or what she looks like).
23. fruitful hands/ works
It seemed there were way too many choices of what I could say. So, what did I finally decide on? I ended up stuck on verse 10, and I'll give you my thoughts on that.... next blog.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Shouting and Banging Cymbals

I feel compelled to say something loudly. I want to yell and clash cymbals. I want to stomp my feet, wave a neon sign and hire a brass band. I'm sure you're wondering what has me feeling the need to make so much noise.
It seems that a pervasive idea has come into our churches and our hearts that we can attract the world to Jesus by being just like them....only Christian. Frankly, I hate the idea.
I became a believer and follower of Jesus at 17, a senior in high school. Dark of heart, ugly of manner, foul-mouthed and deeply entrenched in sin, I was completely enveloped in the culture of my time and embraced all of the darkness it had to offer. How did such a person become a follower of Jesus Christ? I heard the Bible preached, and saw people who were radically different from me. It was a small church, typical of many small churches. Ordinary people singing very old hymns at the top of their lungs, with an elderly thin preacher in a worn black suit reading from an old leather Bible, preaching truths that were totally new to me. Sure, I'd heard of Jesus. Everybody had heard of Jesus. These people were different. They hadn't just heard about Jesus, and from the first moment I was around them I could tell. When they sang, I almost fell off the pew. Their voices were so loud and so happy that it stunned me. I'd never heard anything like it.
I had nothing in common with these people. Black nails, heavy make-up, and a mini-skirt housing a heart that oozed darkness totally akin to the times I lived in, but they loved me and welcomed me as I was, unconditionally. However, the contrast between us was unmistakable. I couldn't have missed it. I couldn't have pretended to be one of them, and they never pretended to be just like me. They were totally different. They knew it and so did I.
Because of these people I prayed a life-transforming prayer one night alone in my room. I knelt and met the Jesus these people sang about, giving Him all the broken ugliness that was me, to do with as He pleased, and taking all of Him in return. It was a forever exchange, no turning back, no other option. I would never have prayed that prayer if the people had looked and sounded just like me. I am so thankful that they didn't. I would have despised them for a wanna be worldling or a dishwater sort of Christian. Realizing of course that if it hadn't done much for them, it surely wasn't enough power to do anything for me. Their inward transformation came all the way through their skin to touch every part of who they were and consequently touched me. So it's with profound thankfulness to those who were radically redeemed and took the time to be that before me and wanting the same for this generation that I prayerfully post this.