WiW: Beauty and Wonder and Worship

“Beauty was created by God for a purpose: to give us the experience of wonder. And wonder, in turn, is intended to lead us to the ultimate human expression and privilege: worship. Beauty is both a gift and a map. It is a gift to be enjoyed and a map to be followed back to the source of the beauty with praise and thanksgiving.”

~Steve DeWitt from Eyes Wide Open, quoted by Tim Challies

Black Canyon

The wedding wasn’t until three–and Laurie didn’t expect any of us to be there until one, which left us with a free morning in Colorado.

“Do you have any suggestions for what we should see tomorrow morning?” we asked at the rehearsal dinner.

Laurie suggested the Black Canyon and gave us basic directions.

Okay, we thought. We’ll check it out. See the little local wonders in our free time.

As we drove along the designated road, we wondered if we’d missed it. “Was that it?” we wondered.

And then there it was. We stopped, aghast at how we’d underestimated the place.

Black Canyon

We moved eagerly from look-out point to look-out point, running as quickly as we safely could to see as much of the canyon as possible in our limited time.

“How can anyone see this and say there is no God?” we wondered aloud.

And then we turned our attentions upward to praise the God who made this beauty. We lifted our voices, singing what was becoming our trip’s theme song:

“Bless the Lord, O my soul
O-o-o my soul
Worship His holy name
Sing like never before, O my soul
Worship His holy name

The sun comes up, it’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes”

~From “10,000 Reasons” by Matt Redman

Black Canyon

On the drive through the Rockies, I’d asked how the mountain chain was formed–and had looked up the answer on my Kindle (I <3 Free 3G!) Per current geological understanding, the Rockies were formed via plate tectonics in the Laramide orogeny. The Black Canyon of the Gunnison was the result of swiftly moving water gradually cutting down rock to create the beauty we see now.

Stephen Altrogge’s comment strikes me:

“Spiritual coldness isn’t the result of a single life-changing event. It’s the cumulative result of a thousand small, seemingly insignificant choices, like neglecting prayer, shunning fellowship, and ignoring the word of God. True spiritual fire isn’t the result of one, over the top, mountaintop, spiritual high experience. It’s the beautiful accumulation of consistent time invested in the spiritual disciplines. Our spiritual lives are the result of many small actions piled on top of each other.”

~Stephen Altrogge, via Vitamin Z

The raw material from which God would form the mountain was made in a single creative act at the beginning of creation–but the beautiful mountain and canyon were not built in a day, or in a single experience. They are the result of years and years of steady influence, shaping them into what I wondered at this weekend.

In the same way, God created spiritual life in me in a single act when He saved me. But a beautiful spiritual life is not formed in a day or in a single experience. It is the result of years and years of continued submission to the hand of God, allowing Him to shape me.

The little choices of submission are hard, but the end result is worth it. For I trust that someday someone will look at this little canyon and wonder. And I trust that someday, when someone looks at this little canyon in wonder, they will turn their eyes to Christ and worship.

It is for that reason I invest in spiritual disciplines, like a mountain submitting to the relentless flow of water. Because a beautiful life brings Him glory.

May I ever see beauty and wonder at it, worshiping the One who made it.

And may my life become beautiful, that I might incite those who see me to wonder at and worship the One who made me.


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Sorry I Lied about the Lamb

I meant it when I said that the only lamb we’d be feasting on at my Seder would be Christ.

I really intended to serve beef (and beef only).

But lamb was the only meat (apart from ham) that I could find with a bone in it.

I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to lie.

We’ll be enjoying lamb (and beef) tomorrow night.

Raw ingredients for my Seder
The ingredients for tomorrow’s Seder.

Daybook: When Life is Busy

Usually, I have a super-abundance of ideas to blog about and not anywhere near enough days in which to put the blogging. That’s still probably true, but for the past several weeks I’ve had no time to organize my thoughts into blog format.

I’ve been saved by the never-ending Haggadah series (which was written as one long post about a month ago and then split into what you’ve gotten over the past several weeks)-but my pre-prepared posts have run out.

I’m officially on empty.

Enter the Simple Woman’s Daybook, a lovely look at what’s going on today.

Outside my window…
Darkness. Darkness when I left for work and darkness when I arrived back home.

I am thinking…
That self-pity is not an attractive look on me.

I am thankful…
That God loves me enough to bring me into difficult seasons.

In the kitchen…
Leftover dishes from the weekend.

I am wearing…
This evening’s dinner on my shirt. One of the (many) down-sides to eating on the run.

I am creating…
My Haggadah for the Seder I’ll be celebrating this weekend.

I am going…
Crazy.

I am wondering…
Whether I will be able to get enough done tomorrow to allow me to actually take off the day I allotted as vacation (to prepare for my Seder) this week.

I am reading…
Without a Doubt by Kenneth Richard Samples

I am hoping…
That I can wake up at a decent hour tomorrow morning.

I am looking forward to…
Going to a friend’s wedding in Colorado in a few weeks.

I am learning…
About Prader-Willi, the Trinity, and woodworking

Around the house…
Clothes that haven’t been laundered, sawdust and splinters from making some leaves for my dining room table, and a yard that’s begging for a cutting

I am pondering…
The number of hours in the day

A favorite quote for today…
“Your circumstances are not your life. Christ Jesus is your life.” ~Cindy

One of my favorite things…
A warm bath on a chilly night.

A few plans for the rest of the week:
Taking Friday off (maybe?), having 20+ over for a Seder, decorating some blown eggs (maybe?), and seeing my brother (but not his new wife, sad face) before he leaves for Okinawa

A peek into my day life…
You don’t want to see my day, unless you’re really keen on calculations of weight loss and tube feeding formulations or completing reports or auditing supplement use…

Little Miss

But I’m sure no one would ever NOT want to look when I’ve got a picture of the Little Miss to share.

She came up for my 27 Dresses birthday party a couple weeks back and I had fun taking pictures of her after the party was over.


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WiW: Wisdom from the Past

I recently purchased a Kindle (rather a shock to everyone, myself included) and have been doing a bit of browsing of the free books available in Kindle format.

Many of my favorite classics are available for free, for which I am immensely grateful–but I’ve also enjoyed looking at some books that I otherwise might never have picked up. Books like Mrs. Isabella Beeton’s The Book of Household Management.

I’m not sure exactly when The Book of Household Management was written, but it was sometime between 1836 and 1865, since that is the dates of Mrs. Beeton’s life. (Crazy that she only lived to age 29!)

Some of the advice gets somewhat strange, intended as it was for a totally different age. But some of it rings out with ageless truth.

“To live well in abundance is the praise of the estate, not of the person.”
~Bishop Hall, quoted by Mrs. Isabella Mary Beeton in The Book of Household Management

It is when my resources seem insufficient that I can test and prove good management. It is no credit to me when I can live well with plenty.

“No man is rich whose expenditure exceeds his means, and no one is poor whose incomings exceed his outgoings.”
~Judge Halliburton, quoted by Mrs. Isabella Mary Beeton in The Book of Household Management

In a culture that forever cries out “more, more” and dreams of getting rich, when those around me have nicer clothing and cars and houses, this is a good reminder. Oftentimes, even in material things, I am richer than they. They are enslaved, in debt, in order to obtain their belongings. I have sufficiency and am not indebted.

“Recreation is intended to the mind as whetting is to the scythe, to sharpen the edge of it, which would otherwise grow dull and blunt. He, therefore, that spends his whole time in recreation is ever whetting, never mowing; his grass may grow and his steed starve; as, contrarily, he that always toils and never recreates, is ever mowing, never whetting, labouring much to little purpose.”
~Bishop Hall, quoted by Mrs. Isabella Mary Beeton in The Book of Household Management

I love this illustration and how it warns against the two extremes that we all are prone to fall into. May I be a sharp blade, put diligently to the task.


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Flashback: A Pox on Me

Prompt #13: “Do you remember having the chicken pox, mumps, or any other childhood diseases? Were you ever seriously ill as a child? How did your mother take care of you?”

We were vaccinated and managed to avoid measles, mumps, rubella. We also managed to escape chronic ear infections, that scourge of infancy.

What we were unable to avoid was chicken pox.

We got the pox.

And then we got it again.

And then again a third time.

I only vaguely remember Pox #1 and Pox #2. They were brief incidents with a few spots sprinkled about.

But Pox #3–oh that Pox #3.

Me with Pox #3

Me with Pox #3 (My third case, for my ninth birthday)

It was eighteen years ago. I was eight and we were experiencing an unseasonably warm March (perhaps a little like this March?) We kids wanted nothing more than to be outside after a winter of being cooped up, all six of us and Mom, in the house doing schoolwork.

But we weren’t allowed to go outside.

Sunlight was bad for kids who had chicken pox.

We couldn’t spend too much time in the sunlight.

We were, however, allowed to ride our bikes to our friends’ houses to explain to them why we wouldn’t be able to play. Then we had to go right back home.

Mom was busy nesting, finishing up Easter dresses for Anna and I (Easter came early that year) and making outfits to bring the new baby home from the hospital in. It had been ten years since she’d brought a baby home from the hospital–it definitely called for a new outfit.

We kids were a bit concerned when we learned that our having the chickenpox might mean bad news for the new baby. The new baby might not be able to fight off the chickenpox–and it could make her very ill.

We kids kept busy preparing a birthday party for me. My birthday was on the fourteenth of March, and our friends were going to be on Spring Break that week. We desperately wanted to have a party–and hoped that we would be scabbed over in time for our child-directed party to commence according to schedule.

Tim with Pox #3

Tim with Pox #3 (His first case, just shy of his second birthday)

Monday the fourteenth, we discovered (to our great joy) that the last of our spots had scabbed over. We were good to go. The party was good to go. The baby need only wait one week before she was good to come.

So we gathered our friends and had our party, playing games in our large backyard before enjoying some cake served from the back porch.

A week and a day later, our baby sister was born, safe from the chicken pox that had earlier ravaged our household.

None of us would get the chicken pox again. Not the ones of us who’d had it all three times. Not the ones who’d had it only twice or one time. Not the one of us who’d escaped it altogether.

That’s right.

Grace, without the Pox

Grace’s birthday present from all of us was immunity, apparently

Grace never developed the chicken pox.

After being exposed approximately every year after age four, Grace finally was vaccinated before starting high school at the public school.

Our best guess was that she somehow managed to develop immunity pre-birth or shortly thereafter, what with seven cases of chicken pox in the house a couple of weeks before her birth.


Flashback: Childhood illnesses and incidents

I briefly mentioned chicken pox a couple weeks ago when I was talking about my little sister being born–and now I’ve decided to flesh out that topic. Today’s prompt:

Do you remember having the chicken pox, mumps, or any other childhood diseases? Were you ever seriously ill as a child? How did your mother take care of you?

I’ll be posting later this evening since I’m (big surprise) rather busy these days.


The Cup of Rejoicing

Jesus sang a hymn before ending his Last Seder on this earth, but He stopped short of consuming the fourth cup.

Why?

I addressed this briefly in my previous post, but I believe the reason was that Jesus had reached the end of the “now” section of the Seder–and the fourth cup was the “not yet.”

The first three of the four “I will” statements of Exodus 6:6-7 were fulfilled in Christ’s death. “I will bring you out”–sanctification for those who are in Christ. “I will rescue you”–deliverance from the power of sin and death. “I will redeem you”–redemption through the blood of Christ. Jesus died, was buried, and rose from the dead to accomplish those three things. In Christ’s death and resurrection, they were done, finished.

The fourth statement, though, still waits for its consummation.

“I will take you as my people.” This is the cup of rejoicing. This will not be fully seen until the church stands before Christ, spotless as a bride prepared for her Bridegroom (Revelation 21:2).

On that day, in Paradise, Jesus will celebrate his final Seder. He will take his bride to Himself as His own, and together they shall drink the cup of rejoicing.

“I will not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.” (Matthew 26:29)

The fourth promise of Exodus 6:6-7 and Jesus’ words in Matthew 26:29 parallel Revelation 21:

“I will take you as My people, and I will be your God” in Exodus 6 parallels Revelation 21:3, “He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God.”

Jesus’ words “when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom” (Matthew 26:29) parallel Revelation 21:5, “Behold, I am making all things new.”

This is why in my Haggadah, I introduce the fourth cup with these words:

“This is the fourth and final cup—the cup of rejoicing. Exodus 6:6-7 says ‘And I shall take you to Me for a people.’ Jesus did not drink this glass. In fact, He proclaimed that He would not drink it until ‘that day when [He] drink[s] it new with [us] in [His] Father’s kingdom.’ Jesus reserved the cup of rejoicing for that day when the consummation of that promise will occur. ‘I shall take you to Me.’ Soon, that day shall come, the wedding feast of the Lamb, when the bride shall be united with her Bridegroom. As John testified, ‘And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”‘ And on that day, we shall drink of the cup of rejoicing.”

This is why I have the blessing over the fourth cup read:

“Blessed are You, O Lord our God, King of the Universe, Who creates the fruit of the vine. Blessed are You, O Lord our God, who has betrothed us to Yourself. Blessed are You, O Lord our God, in whom we rejoice.”

And this is why I close my Seder with two familiar refrains, one from the very last pages of Scripture; the other from the last words of the traditional Haggadah:

“And so we end the Passover Seder.
We have completed it with all its customs and laws
We have been privileged to celebrate this year
And with the Spirit and the Bride to declare
‘Come quickly, Lord Jesus’
God most gracious, holy, pure
Restore your people that speedily we might return
Redeemed, to Zion, with joy.
Next year in Jerusalem!


This is the final part in a four-part series on the four cups of the Seder. Thanks for joining me as I share one of my great passions–Christ as displayed through the Haggadah.


Did Jesus drink wine after the third cup?

It’s understandable, I guess, that Christian Haggadot under-appreciate the fourth cup. After all, Jesus and His disciples didn’t partake of the fourth cup during the Last Supper. Instead, Jesus broke the bread (the afikomen), drank the third cup, and then declared “I will not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.” (Matthew 26:29)

If the fourth cup wasn’t necessary for Jesus and His disciples, why should we bother with it?

This is where I think the majority of Christian Haggadot miss out.

When Jesus said that he wouldn’t drink again of this fruit of the vine, was he saying that he wouldn’t drink grape juice or wine again until heaven? I think many would answer yes.

This interpretation of Jesus’ words results in some confusion when, only a chapter later, Jesus is given a sponge filled with sour wine to drink (Matthew 27:48). Note that this is NOT the wine mixed with gall that Jesus refused to drink a few verses earlier in Matthew 27:34. This time, Matthew makes no mention of whether or not Jesus drank the proffered wine. But John’s language in his account of the same incident suggests that Jesus did consume the sour wine: “When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, ‘It is finished.'” (John 19:30)

So, if Jesus’ statement was NOT saying that he would not consume any more liquid derived from grapes until paradise, in what way did Jesus mean his statement “I will not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom”?

I believe that Jesus was referring specifically to the Four Cups of the Seder–and that he was announcing that this was not his ultimate (last) Seder, but his penultimate (next-to-last) Seder. Jesus stopped with the third cup, the cup whose symbolism He would fulfill the very next day. He announced the meaning of the cup of redemption and stopped there, for his disciples to meditate on its meaning as they watched the events of the next few days unfold.

The fourth cup, the cup of rejoicing, Jesus saved for later–for the final feast, where the final promise of Exodus 6:6-7 would be fulfilled:

“I will take you as My people, and I will be your God.”


This is the third part in a four-part series on the four cups of the Seder. Stay tuned for the rest of the posts, which will be rolling out over the next couple of weeks.


Nightstand (March 2012)

I’ve been busy, busy, busy, which has decreased my reading somewhat. But I’ve still managed to get a good piece in.

Books to be Read

The top shelf of my Nightstand for April

This month I read:

Adult Fiction

  • Catching Katie by Robin Lee Hatcher
    Suffrage-fighter Katie Jones returns to her small-town home-town to encourage her fellow women to fight for enfranchisement for women in other states. Her plans go somewhat awry when her best friend, Paul Rafferty, falls in love with her and wants to get married. This was a light read that I was not overly impressed with. Katie’s a bit too self-centered, the “religious” element a bit too contrived, and the plot a bit too formulaic for me to really enjoy it.
  • A New Name by Grace Livingston Hill
    In some ways, very unusual for Hill (thanks to a male main character, a very understated romance, and some definite law-breaking). In other ways, classic Hill (thanks to romanticized mothers, a strong “conversion” scene, and lots of great food and household descriptions.)

Books to be Read

The bottom shelf of my Nightstand for April

Adult Non-fiction

  • Decision Points by George W. Bush
    A fascinating look at some of the key decisions 43 made over the course of his presidency (and a couple prior to that)–and how he made those decisions. George W. explains why he did what he did–and offers some retrospective thoughts on the outcomes of his decisions. I still don’t agree with everything Bush did during his presidency, but this book confirmed my respect for him as a leader. Read some quotes I’ve extracted from this book.
  • Don’t Sing at the Table by Adriana Trigiani
    A delightful little memoir about Adriana’s grandmothers, filled with common anecdotes made special by Trigiani’s telling and wise sayings that are special however they come. I read this book based on Jennifer’s review at 5M4B–and I’m glad I did.
  • I’m Not Really Here by Tim Allen
    Supposed to be humorous. Wasn’t quite. Meh.
  • The Language of God by Francis S. Collins
    An attempt to reconcile science with faith–or, more specifically, Darwinian evolution with Christianity. I disagreed with much of this book, but appreciated it for provoking thought. Read my full review here.
  • The Pregnancy Project by Gaby Rodriguez
    Few people were surprised when Gaby announced that she was pregnant in her senior year of high school. She was the daughter of a single mom who’d had her first child at fifteen. Many of her older siblings had carried out the family legacy of teen pregnancy. Gaby’s announcement was disappointing, but no surprise–until five or so months later when she announced that she wasn’t actually pregnant. The Pregnancy Project recounts Gaby’s senior project, a social experiment in expectations and prejudices. I had some definite peeves with this book (Gaby’s written voice is less than stellar and the way she skirts the question of whether she and her boyfriend were sexually active frustrated me), but the overall story is fascinating.
  • The Story of Stuff by Annie Leonard
    Stuff is all around us. We buy it from the store, we bring it home, we pile it up. Eventually, we go through and toss it out. But stuff’s story begins long before it reaches us–and lasts long after we toss it out. Leonard tells that story in The Story of Stuff. I liked this book except when I didn’t. I enjoyed the information and appreciated how Leonard made me think about the environmental impact of “stuff”. I did not appreciate Leonard’s clear bias against individual responsibility and toward government action. (I tend towards libertarianism–and Leonard is evidently a strong proponent of the nanny state.)

Books to be Read

My traveling bag of books I’m in the middle of

Juvenile Fiction

  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery at the Monkey House by David A. Adler
  • Only You, Sierra by Robin Jones Gunn
    I’ve read the Christy Miller books and the Glenbrook books and the Sisterchicks books–but I’ve never read the Sierra Jensen series until I started this last weekend. And now I’m hooked–so much so that I was VERY disappointed that I can’t access books two and three on my Kindle edition that was supposed to be the Sierra Jensen Collection, volume 1 (containing all three books). Because I’m hooked, I’m actually reading books 2 and 3 on my computer (not something I like to do since the computer’s backlighting KILLS my eyes). I’ll review all three once I’m done, but for now I’m thinkin’ Sierra’s a slightly less conformist but ultimately more normal version of Christy Miller.
  • Page by Paige by Laura Lee Gulledge
    I never imagined I’d like graphic novels, but this one is the second I’ve read so far, and it’s rather good. Paige is timid, insecure, and not so sure she likes being transplanted into New York City. But, by taking to heart some art tips from her Grandma (who was a real artist) and practicing them in her sketchpad (and in life), she manages to adjust to and find her place within her new world. This novel reminded me of my little sister.
  • The Search for Delicious by Natalie Babbit
    Go read Carrie’s Review of this book. She’s right, there doesn’t seem to be any ulterior motive behind this delicious little read. I positively devoured it.
  • Young Cam Jansen and the Baseball Mystery by David A. Adler
  • At least 14 Children’s picture books, 14 of which were “Franklin” stories

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

What's on Your Nightstand?


WiW: Repentance from Dead Works

Five weeks ago, my Sunday school class turned a corner.

We finished the Old Testament and began the New Testament.

Last week, we reached another bend in the road. With the book of Acts, we entered the era of the church.

And my job as a Sunday School teacher got a lot harder.

I have a dozen students, give or take. Some have made professions of faith, others have not. Some are likely regenerate, others may not be.


Teaching the Old Testament is easy.

Almost every line tells of our desperate need for salvation and our absolute inability to effect salvation of ourselves. Every line points forward, from where many of my students likely are (unregenerate) to Christ’s work.

Teaching the New Testament is hard.

The epistles are especially hard, since they’re written to believers. Most of the epistles answer the questions “What just happened?” and “Now what?”

Good questions, necessary questions, but ones I have a hard time teaching to little unbelievers.


The epistles can quickly become either a set of doctrines to memorize or a set of rules to follow–unless one has already been gripped by the reality of the gospel.

Which is why I must be wary.

I cannot follow the popular Sunday School treatment of the New Testament–in which the armor of God becomes something one works hard to put on and the fruit of the Spirit become something one works hard to produce.

Instead I must point my students backwards, ever backwards.


The author of Hebrews speaks of leaving the elementary doctrines of Christ, not laying again a foundation of repentance from dead works and of faith toward God (Heb 6:1)–but I cannot do this.

I am laying a foundation. My students are not yet mature. To teach them mature doctrine would be fatal–for without the foundation of repentance from dead works, I set my students up to become self-righteous dead men.

“It is easier to save us from our sins than from our righteousness.”
~C.H. Spurgeon, quoted by Tim Challies

If my students are allowed to think that they are good, that they know much, that they are wise and holy and right, I have failed as a Sunday School teacher.

Because good, holy, wise, and knowledgeable students see no need for Christ. Which means that good, holy, wise, and knowledgeable students will die in their sins.


“I am indeed a sinner in this life of mine and in my own righteousness, but I have another life, another righteousness above this life, which is in Christ, the Son of God, who knows no sin or death, but is eternal righteousness and eternal life.

For if the truth of being justified by Christ alone (not by our works) is lost, then all Christian truths are lost.”

~Martin Luther, quoted by Vitamin Z

This is what I strive to teach my students, even as we move from the simpler to the more complex portions of Scripture. I must forever point them backwards to the futility of their works and the absolute sufficiency of Christ for salvation. Any other teaching, at this point, would be presenting a false gospel.


The Week in WordsDon’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.