Recap (July 18-24)

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Book Reviews:

  • Fallen Founder: The Life of Aaron Burr by Nancy Isenberg

    “How much do you know about Aaron Burr? A month ago, I would have answered “Very little.” I knew that he’d fought a duel.

    Now, after having listened to Nancy Isenberg’s Fallen Founder: The Life of Aaron Burr, I know a great deal about the events of Burr’s life–but I still feel that I know very little about the man himself.”

    Read the rest of my review

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Thought-provoking posts:

  • Does our current dating advice lead girls to just give up?

    “Once there was a good Christian girl who dreamed of growing up, getting married, and having children. She read all the right books and did all the right things….

    The Christians who seemed to have all the answers, told her, “You’re young, there’s plenty of time, and you need to learn patience.

    ….And the knowing ones shook their heads and said, “You’re too picky.”

    …And the knowing ones shook their heads and said, “You’re spending too much time just being friends with guys. They need to know you’re romantically interested.”

    …And the knowing ones shook their heads and said, “Watch it, you’re being too forward. Let the man pursue you. They don’t like it when you do the pursuing.”

    …And the knowing ones heard, and shook their heads, and said, “That Jane Austen craze put ideas in your head. You just want a Mr. Darcy to come sweep you off your feet. Why can’t you just marry a nice man whether you love him or not? Who says you have to have feelings for him?”

    … And the girl grew tired.

    …So she ran off with the first non-Christian man who showed some interest, asked her out, and treated her with respect. And the knowing ones shook their heads and said, “What happened to her? She used to be a good Christian girl.

    I’d really love to hear your thoughts on this “modern day fable”. Do you think all the “advice” about dating (or even just the idea that there’s one “right” way to date) is ultimately counterproductive?

Videos worth seeing:

  • A library-fied take off of the Old Spice commercials.

    HT: Barbara H.

My Special Olympian

After church last Sunday, I was chatting with a man who worked at the Glenwood Resource Center and had helped out with the Special Olympics in years past. He told me that it was a great opportunity, and that I should really plan on seeing an event or two.

“I’ll have to do that,” I answered. I hadn’t even considered attending an event before–I’d been more concerned with staying out of prime traffic areas when visitors might be swarming. Campus tends to be a zoo when we host events like this. But attending an event…that sounded like a nice diversion.

Daniel Griggs

I mused almost to myself at dinner whether my former coworker Daniel might be competing in the power lifting competition. When we were working together, he’d gone to Beijing to compete–so I knew he took part in the Special Olympics.

I wasn’t expecting a response from anyone, but Dad answered me anyway. Yes, Daniel would be competing.

I asked if Dad had a schedule of events. He said he didn’t–at least not a specific schedule. I made a mental note, hoping to look it up.

I forgot.

But this morning Dad texted me a web address where they were live streaming the power lifting events.

I sat in my chair in front of my computer with my embroidery in hand and watched the event until my internet connection went wonky.

“I’ll just go out,” I thought. It isn’t that far and I was planning on riding with Joanna today anyway. Maybe she wouldn’t mind making that our destination.

Joanna being amenable, we rode to UNL’s Kimball Hall and sat and talked (about liturgy and church calendars and altar cloths–of all things) until the program was to start. It turned out the award ceremony was later than I thought I’d heard the announcer say (I had a bit of difficulty understanding her thick Southern accent), so Joanna had to leave before the ceremony.

Daniel Griggs

But I was able to sit and cheer for Daniel and others from far and wide as they collected their medals. Daniel won four gold medals and one silver–and set a personal best record on the bench press! Go, Daniel!

Whether it was just excitement over his day’s successes or true pleasure in seeing me, I got a giant hug from Daniel once I managed to break through the crowd to congratulate him afterward.

It was so nice to cheer and to support Daniel, who for a couple of years was my head dish-man and still holds a special place in my heart. My church informant was absolutely right–the Special Olympics are a blast!


God Revealed in the Cross

Notes on John Stott’s
The Cross of Christ
Chapter 8: The Revelation of God

The cross not only accomplished our salvation–it also revealed God’s nature.

In the cross, God demonstrated His justice: His wrath poured out on sin.

In the cross, God demonstrated His love: His mercy in dying for us.

In the cross, God demonstrates His wisdom and power: using the world’s foolish cross and the Son’s human weakness to accomplish the greatest miracle ever–our salvation.

“So when we look at the cross, we see the justice, love, wisdom, and power of God. It is not easy to decide which is the most luminously revealed, whether the justice of God in judging sin, or the love of God in bearing the judgment in our place, or the wisdom of God in perfectly combining the two, or the power of God in saving those who believer. For the cross is equally an act, and therefore a demonstration, of God’s justice, love, wisdom, and power. The cross assures us that this God is the reality within, behind, and beyond the universe.”
~John Stott, The Cross of Christ

(See more of my notes on The Cross of Christ.)


Thankful Thursday: Blessings upon blessings

Sometimes I struggle to find something to be thankful for and find only one source of hope and joy amidst the trials of life. Sometimes I can only be thankful that God is unmovable, omniscient, omnipotent within what seems like darkness.

And then there are days like these when the clouds roll back, and while the storm isn’t over, I see the world about me illumined. On these days, I have much to be thankful for–all springing out of that same thing. My God is the giver of good gifts–even the trials are good. But some days I can see in addition to believing. Today is one of those days. Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to see through the eyes of faith today.

Today I’m thankful…

…for a well-stocked fridge (and the beginnings of an appetite to eat it–I ate three whole meals plus a smoothie from McDonald’s yesterday, mostly without having to force myself.)

…for the brothers who mercilessly tease me–and who care about what’s going on in my life

…for an early night with no tossing and turning

…for an easy awakening after a restful night of sleep

…for pantyhose that didn’t run and a suit jacket that lay flat

…for a good interview with no questions that stumped me (except the one about how much teaching experience I’ve had at church–I don’t know, 10 years, maybe?)

…for a chance to see some of the gals from my internship (I briefly interned at the office I interviewed in–and one of the women on the search committee was a fellow intern and current Ph.D. student at the university.)

…for a delightful hour and a half of yard work with Erin. She always encourages me so much–and it felt great to get my body moving (even if the sun was a bit warm!)

…for the joy I see in my friend’s eye as she recounts knowing that God has her and her husband exactly where He wants them–even if that means they have no idea what the next step is

…for Jonah’s request for “Rebekah to come inside the house and play with us.” Even if I didn’t end up going inside to play with them, it’s nice to be loved by children.

…for extra quarters for my meter thanks to my father

…for another good meal and conversation on our weekly Daddy-Daughter date

…for the ambitious personality God has given me, though it occasionally leads to disappointments, it also allows me to accomplish much

…for air conditioning in my car

…for a soft chair at the library and the luxury of enjoying it

…for getting the wedding pictures I took all processed and up today (Check ’em out: Preparation and Dressing, Prewedding Photos, Ceremony, Receiving Line and Getaway, Reception, Dance. )

…for an unexpected phone call and two delightful kids to stay the day with me on Monday. (This might necessitate another visit to the library–and possibly to my folks’ house for some toys. Not that Abigail and Joseph aren’t capable of entertaining themselves–but I do want my home to be at least mostly in one piece once the day is out!)

For this and so much more, O Lord, I give you thanks!

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Books without words

I think I’m going to have to stop saying I’m not a fan of things–’cause it seems the moment I do, I find something to disprove whatever I just said.

Take my dislike for picture books with little to no text.

I’m not a picture person. The written word is my heart language. Illustrations are nice but I rarely do more than glance over them. I’m not a fan of picture books that don’t include text.

And then I read these two titles from Jose Aruego.

Children's books

Look What I Can Do contains five words, repeated twice (incidentally, they are the same words that comprise the title.) Nevertheless, the illustrations manage to successfully tell the story of two young water buffalo who take turns showing off and copying one another–only to find themselves in a predicament they definitely hadn’t bargain with.

The water buffalo learn their lesson, and so will your kids, in this cute pictorial representation of the age-old question: “If everybody was jumping off a cliff, would you do it too?”

The Last Laugh has even fewer words–and no sentences. Hiss. Quack. Hee-hee. A snake takes great pleasure in hissing at every animal he encounters, enjoying seeing them quake in fright. But when one little duck’s fright sends him straight into the snake’s mouth, he discovers something that makes HIM quake in fright.

The ducks get the last laugh in this little tale: Quack!

Reading My Library

While I still think I prefer text to pictures, these stories are definitely an exception to the rule. You should TOTALLY check them out!

For more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Salvation: a home view

Notes on John Stott’s
The Cross of Christ
Chapter 7: The Salvation of Sinners

Reconciliation. The elimination of enmity. The bringing together of two parties who had been estranged. The restoration of right relationship. Reconciliation is the story of the gospel.

We’ve taken a peek at the temple view of salvation: Propitiation.
We’ve glimpsed salvation in the marketplace: Redemption.
We’ve discussed our legal salvation: Justification.
And now we can look at the end result of each of those: Reconciliation.

When Adam sinned, the relationship between God and man was broken. Man rebelled, turning his back on God. God’s wrath upon sin forced the separation. Now, because of Christ’s death, God’s holiness and justice was satisfied, the ransom paid, man made righteous–making way for reconciliation between God and man.

“For if when we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life. And not only that, but we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received the reconciliation.”
Romans 5:10-11

What’s more, throughout the ages, there has been a separation, an enmity between two races: Jews and Gentiles. The chosen nation and the rest of the world. Yet Christ’s blood also made the way for reconciliation between the two–the grafting in of the Gentile into the righteous root of David.

“Therefore remember that you, once Gentiles in the flesh—who are called Uncircumcision by what is called the Circumcision made in the flesh by hands— that at that time you were without Christ, being aliens from the commonwealth of Israel and strangers from the covenants of promise, having no hope and without God in the world. But now in Christ Jesus you who once were far off have been brought near by the blood of Christ.
Ephesians 2:11-13

Now we who have been reconciled, brought into the family of God, partakers of the covenant of promise, have a special role, a task as a member of the family. We are to be ambassadors of reconciliation.

“Now all things are of God, who has reconciled us to Himself through Jesus Christ, and has given us the ministry of reconciliation, that is, that God was in Christ reconciling the world to Himself, not imputing their trespasses to them, and has committed to us the word of reconciliation. Now then, we are ambassadors for Christ, as though God were pleading through us: we implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God.”
II Corinthians 5:18-20

God is the author of our reconciliation, having made a way through Christ. Now we who have been reconciled to God and to the body of Christ, we are ambassadors of reconciliation–calling out far and near that others be reconciled to God just as we are.

(See more notes on The Cross of Christ here.)

For those interested in exploring reconciliation a bit more, Timothy Keller’s Prodigal God (link is to my review) gives a wonderful description of salvation, especially of reconciliation, as seen through the parable of the Prodigal Son. I highly recommend it.


Summer Fun and Sun

Yesterday, Joanna and I took a bike ride. We rode a comfortable 16 miles around town, stopping at the local splash park to get wet–

Rebekah at Splash ParkJoanna at Splash Park

and at another local park to sit and talk.

On our way home, we ran into my dad, riding his bicycle home from lunch at the park–and into my brother, riding his bicycle to either class or work.

It was a beautiful day to be riding. It was relatively cool, not too humid, and windless.

However, I forgot to wear sunscreen, so I discovered this…

Rebekah's sunburn

when I returned home.

See the line along my spine? That’s where my braid protected me.

Yeah.


Salvation: a courtroom view

Notes on John Stott’s
The Cross of Christ
Chapter 7: The Salvation of Sinners

So far, we’ve looked at two ways of describing what takes place at salvation: propitiation and redemption. Now, we shall turn to the courtroom for our third view, the view that is most personally meaningful to me.

Justification is a legal term–a term that refers to being proven or shown to be right or just. Justification is the opposite of condemnation. While condemnation proves that one is in the wrong or has done wrong, justification proves that one is in the right and has done right. In this way, justification differs from a “not guilty” verdict (which implies only that there was insufficient evidence to condemn). Justification involves a declaration of righteousness.

My dad has been ministering in our local Juvenile Detention Center for years and has an illustration that he loves to use to describe justification to the inmates. He’ll ask the inmates to think of their criminal records–all of them have them–and then to imagine that everything they’d ever done (good and bad, whether they’d gotten caught or not) was written on that record. Then he’ll describe Jesus’ record–a record that declares that he had never done anything wrong, and had in fact done everything right. Justification, my dad describes, is when God trades Jesus’ record for ours. Jesus took our rap, and gave us His own righteousness.

I loved this illustration–still love it. But in the summer of 2006, I discovered that I’d let this illustration become a stumbling block to me, keeping me from reveling in the fullness of justification. You see, I’d gotten so caught up in the paperwork aspect of the record, that I missed a vital point.

God didn’t just trade my paperwork with Jesus’–He traded my identity. Christ became sin for me. I became, in Christ, the righteousness of God.

“For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.”
II Corinthians 5:21

I’d been thinking paperwork and seeing my situation like this: I stand before God and He looks at me with disgust, seeing the filthy sinner that I am. He turns His face away with an “Eww, gross”, but before He banishes me from His presence or pours out His wrath on me, He calls to an angel to pull my file. The angel returns with my file. When God the Father sees that my file and Christ’s have been replaced, He swallows back His distaste and beckons me forward–“It’s okay, you’re covered.”

I was glad to be right with God on paper, but I really craved being right with God for real. To that end, I worked. I made lists of rules and strove to keep them. I pored over the Scriptures, trying to figure out how to be the “perfect Christian”. I volunteered with a dozen ministries, hoping that my involvement could somehow allay that initial recoil I felt sure God experienced when He looked at me.

And then, by the grace of God, He used a sermon by Jerry Bridges, delivered in Jacksonville Florida, to open my eyes to the reality that I was right before God for real. It wasn’t just on paper. It was reality. I was righteous in God’s eyes. Nothing I could do could make me right before God–because I already WAS right before God through Jesus Christ.

“Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law but by faith in Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Christ Jesus, that we might be justified by faith in Christ and not by the works of the law; for by the works of the law no flesh shall be justified.”
Galatians 2:16

That reality transformed my life. It was maybe six months before I got over the daily reminders of how different life was now that I understood justification. Before, I would sin and immediately bash myself over the head, intent upon doing penance. “You are a bad person,” I’d say. Now, I found myself going to God, repenting of my sin–“Lord, I have sinned.” And far from dissuading me from a desire for holiness and service, the realization that I was already right before God gave me new motivation. Now, rather than desperately attempting to justify myself, I was at peace in the knowledge that I was justified in Christ–and my heart’s desire was to turn that into worship through my life.

To this day, I can barely think of justification and of the miracle God wrought in my life that summer without tearing up. What a wonderful grace, a marvelous love, that God made me righteous through no act of my own, but merely through faith in His divine act.

“Moreover, the faith which justifies is emphatically not another work. No, to say ‘justification by faith’ is merely another way of saying ‘justification by Christ’. Faith has absolutely no value in itself; its value lies solely in its object. Faith is the eye that looks to Christ, the hand that laid hold of him, the mouth that drinks the water of life. And the more clearly we see the absolute adequacy of Jesus Christ’s divine-human person and sin-bearing death, the more incongruous does it appear that anybody could suppose that we have anything to offer. That is why justification by faith alone, to quote Cranmer…’advances the true glory of Christ and beats down the vain glory of man.'”
~John Stott, The Cross of Christ

The cross is essential to an understanding of justification because it is the means by which true justification could occur.

“When God justifies sinners, He is not declaring bad people to be good, or saying that they are not sinners after all; he is pronouncing them legally righteous, free from any liability to the broken law, because he himself in his Son has borne the penalty of their law-breaking….The reasons why we are ‘justified freely by God’s grace’ are that Christ Jesus paid the ransom-price and that God presented him as a propitiatory sacrifice. In other words, we are ‘justified by his blood.’ There could be no justification without atonement.”
~John Stott, The Cross of Christ

(See more notes on The Cross of Christ here.)


Nostalgia for Sweden

I’m not the sort of person to become an expert on Africa after a 6-day mission trip. But, after all, I spent almost half a month in Sweden several years ago–so that makes me an unqualified expert.

Okay, maybe not. But occasionally, I do feel a bit of nostalgia for Sweden–not so much for “the real Sweden” (which I really doubt I experienced), but for the Sweden I did experience. The dozens of teenagers living together on the floor of the school weight room. The daily routines of cleaning bathrooms and sweeping floors for the Christian conference we were helping out with. Going witnessing outside a disco with the Jesus Revolution Army (yes, that really was what another group with us was called.) Exploring the “wonders” of the original IKEA. Strolling the streets of the quaint little city and stopping for ridiculously cheap and marvelously good ice cream.

The nostalgia doesn’t happen often–but occasionally, something sets me off and I remember the wonderful days I spent in Sweden.

Something–like breakfast–set me off today.

I popped the bread I’d thawed last night into the toaster. I saw the cucumber lying on the counter where my mom had placed it a couple of days before and thought I should eat it–after all, Mom asked me just last night if I was ready for some more cukes. I sliced the cucumber and remembered Sweden.

Someone, I’m not sure who, provided food for us for breakfast. At least, they stocked a fridge for us to scrounge out of. There was fresh baked bread, butter, and strawberry jam. There were cucumber and tomato slices. There was a liquidy yogurt–and a huge wheel of white cheese that we could carve slices off of with the provided slicer.

I adored it. The memory this morning enticed me to rig a Swedish breakfast of my own. I pulled out some strawberry jam to slather atop my bread and butter. I dumped a jar of yogurt into a glass and diluted it with a bit of milk.

Swedish breakfast

And I sat with the Bible I’d bought for the Sweden trip (and used ever since) and remembered those days, when I’d sat in a school lobby, eating a similar meal, reading this word while dozens of fellow teenagers sat around me, spurring one another on into love and good deeds.

Good food. Good times. Good fellowship.

A trip worth emulating.


Salvation: a marketplace view

Notes on John Stott’s
The Cross of Christ
Chapter 7: The Salvation of Sinners

Imagine yourself in an olden days marketplace, busy with transactions. Everyone has something to sell, something to trade, something to buy. You can smell the sweat of the dozens of bodies clamoring about you, the spices sold by a caravan of traders, animal offal, and the odor of something being cooked. People press in, jostling you, hurrying to see what each vendor is offering. You hear a vendor calling out, drawing attention to her wares. Others are haggling. Still others stand aside, gossiping.

A man is being sold to the highest bidder. The borrower is slave to the lender, but the lender has no use for a slave. He must be sold to repay his debt. Eager bidders raise the price higher and higher.

A relative rushes up before the sale is complete–and enters the fray. He will pay his relative’s debt–will redeem him from his slavery.

Redemption.

The word has almost lost its meaning in the world in which we live. Generally, we speak of redeeming a coupon–not redeeming a person. The word has none of the connotations it would have had for a first century audience.

Perhaps a more apt word for today’s audience would be ransom. After all, to redeem is to release from captivity by the payment of a ransom. Ransom still holds that key element–the payment of a price to release one from captivity.

Of course, our use of ransom generally refers to a price paid to a kidnapper–to someone who has illegitimately held another captive. Redemption has somewhat different connotations. Redemption implies a payment to free one from a captivity, a debt, an obligation that he legitimately bears.

There are four critical components to every act of redemption. First, there is the object or person that is to be redeemed. Second, there is the fate the object or person is to be redeemed from. Third, there is the price that must be paid to redeem the object or person from such a fate. And finally, but most importantly, there is the subject–the person who is to pay the price and do the redeeming.

The Old Testament uses the language of redemption to anticipate the Messiah. The New Testament uses this marketplace vocabulary of redemption to describe the completed work of the Messiah.

It is worthwhile to explore how these elements of redemption correspond to salvation.

Who is redeemed?

Galatians 4:4-5 says that Christ was born under the law in order to redeem those who were under the law

In Revelation 5:9, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders sing that the Lamb has redeemed those “out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation”.

Jesus came to redeem people, those who were under the law, from every tribe and tongue and people and nation. He came to redeem all those His Father had given Him (John 6:37-40).

What are they redeemed from?

Galatians 3:13 says that we are redeemed from the curse of the law. Titus 2:14 says that we were redeemed from lawless deeds. I Peter 1:18 says that we were redeemed from aimless traditions.

We who have been redeemed were redeemed from the curse of the law, from slavery to sin, and from the law’s requirements (by which we were unable to obtain salvation).

With what are they redeemed?

There is little doubt in Scripture as to the price with which we have been redeemed. Ephesians 1:7, Colossians 1:14, Hebrews 9:12, I Peter 1:18-19, and Revelation 5:9 all affirm that we have been affirmed with the blood of Christ–His life poured out in death.

Who does the redeeming?

God Himself has redeemed us through Jesus Christ. In doing so, He established His lordship over us, His church, whom He has bought with His own blood.

“Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own? For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s.”
I Corinthians 6:19-20

“And having been set free from sin, you became slaves of righteousness.”
Romans 6:18

We, those who have been chosen by God, people from every race and ethnicity and persuasion, have been bought out of slavery to sin by the blood of Christ. Now, we are no longer slaves to sin, but are slaves to God, to serve Him who has bought us out of bondage.

(See more notes on The Cross of Christ here.)