An Example to Many

Psalm 71 was before me this morning.

It opened with pleas, for God’s protection and presence, built upon the confidence that God had been present to the writer since his earliest moments.

And then verse 7:

“My life is an example to many, because You have been my strength and protection.”

I observe a leeriness toward talk of “example”.  Few are willing to tag such a label on to their own lives.  Part of that is simple humility, an acknowledgment of imperfection.  But part of it is less admirable.  We are fearful to hold ourselves to such standards.  We are overly casual in matters that truly… matter.  And it can relieve the pressure we may feel to say up front, “I’m no example.  Don’t watch me too closely.”

However, all of that is beside the point.

In Psalm 71:7, the thrust is upon God’s qualities; not the writer’s.  His life had served as a canvas for divine mercy to be sketched out for all to see.  God’s faithfulness was clear to see in this space, and in that sense, the writer invites all to observe and learn from what they see at work in his life.

What I take from here is a call to be faithful in the offering of myself to God.  To create a life that can serve as a display case for God’s work, I must strive to be consistently attentive and solidly turned toward the Father.  Experience (and Scripture) suggests that He responds to people in such postures.  And as He does, the display of His work in my life can have an exemplary nature to it.

And I observe a need for such examples these days.

So give us strength to pursue You, Lord.  Free us from destructive distractions and silly sidelines, that our lives might be suitable canvases for the display of Your loving kindness.

Lent: Palm Sunday Prayer (Day 40)

Let me close what’s been a meaningful, though-not-as-focused-as-I’d-intended, season of Lent with this prayer, taken from Scot McKnight:

Almighty and everliving God, in your tender love for the human race you sent your Son our Savior Jesus Christ to take upon him our nature, and to suffer death upon the cross, giving us the example of his great humility: Mercifully grant that we may walk in the way of his suffering, and also share in his resurrection; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

A Sunday Prayer (Lent: Day 33)

A prayer for this fifth and final Sunday of Lent:

O God our Father, renew our spirits and draw our hearts to thyself, that our work may not be to us a burden but a delight; and give us such love to thee as may sweeten all our obedience.  Help us that we may serve thee with the cheerfulness and gladness of children, delighting ourselves in thee and rejoicing in all that is to the honor of thy name; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.

 

Dry Bones (Lent: Day 30)

In 2009, an artist named Amie Hollmann sketched passages of Scripture throughout Lent.  Below is the image for Day 30.  The whole set can be viewed here.

Can these bones live?

Lent intends to drive into us a hope and conviction that the Divine One responds to our query–“Oh, yes!”

Birds (Lent: Day 27)

Yesterday my two-year-old was with me as we opened the garage door early to head to church.  An inch or more of snow had fallen overnight, quickly disguising all the spring weather we’d been enjoying.  Emmanuelle began saying something, but I was only half-listening.  I assumed it was a word about the fresh snow or “church day” or something she saw in the garage.  As my ears tuned in, I realized I didn’t recognize what she was saying–they weren’t familiar words coming from her little mouth.  When I finally tuned in for real, there they were–clear as day…

“Birds are singing.  They’re talking.”

And indeed they were!

It had been months since I last heard them, and I don’t think I’d ever heard my girl point it out to me.  Even more, I was amazed that minus her freshly tuned senses, I’d likely have missed the sound altogether.

As we drove, it struck me that Lent is something like this.  It is a season where routines are intended to break down, at least enough to allow for some fresh listening.  Themes like repentance and confession unclog our ears and give volume to some voices and some matters which we may have been muffling with a poorly-shaped life.

And we might be shocked to wonder, “How long have those birds been singing, and I never even heard them?”