tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37860160295383741682024-02-06T22:21:03.261-06:00Puzzling Peacemy heart...moment by moment...day by day...Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-77659420706013645102014-09-04T06:29:00.001-05:002014-09-06T09:00:41.367-05:00Reflections from the Helm of a Canoe [on Walking with Holy Spirit]<b>It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining. The late Missouri summer humidity was bareable. I was surrounded by a family of friends. We were laughing. We were swimming. We were loving on Jesus together. We were seeing God do what He loves to do... reconciling people to Himself. We were experiencing life the way we're meant to... like a bunch of grown up kids reveling in their Father's goodness. </b><br />
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I was in a canoe for the first time in nearly ten years. And I was steering for the first time... EVER. I was out to accomplish one task... Do. NOT. tip.... I wanted to make it 5 miles down the river, all on my own strength... My friend and partner at the front of the canoe was awesome. Even though we both struggled to feel confident in our little canoe, we made for a great team. And we began to find our own rhythm. We were slow and steady. The water was low, but not too low. We enjoyed some of the most amazing moments of just coasting along the river... when the crowds of Labor Day celebrations were nowhere in sight... and the the water was glistening... and the rocky cliffs were rising up alongside of us. In those moments, my soul would sigh... and take it all in... and yet, below the surface...</i><br />
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<b>I was in my own world. Stewing. Not even sure what I was stewing over. Insecurity had mounted in my heart. Fear. An old faithful foe had crept up to my ear and began to whisper. When I was unaware of its nearness, I had begun to listen to fear and not Holy Spirit. I was striving. Striving to prove something. Striving to prove myself. It's a bit ridiculous in hindsight. Yet, I wanted to prove my own strength. My own ability to not need anything or anyone... Even in the midst of this striving, I was clueless.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">THEN...some of the guys decided that it was time to give the girls a rest... they stopped us and put us both in separate canoes... suddenly I found myself <b>at the helm of the canoe</b>. No longer steering. No longer in control. I felt a lot of things. Let down. Powerless. Frustration. Gratefulness. Uncertainty. I wanted to prove to myself that I could finish. Now, I didn't know which direction I was going. Yet, my friend steering behind me... he knew we were going... he was good at this. <b>But, I want to help!</b> How can I help... no worries, Rachel, just be. Just enjoy the view. I picked up my paddle and randomly put it in the water... "Am I doing this right? Am I doing enough? What is going on?" Never mind the loveliness of the view in front of me... the comfort and ease of someone else rowing so I don't have to... Nevermind that I can just be. NO! I was freaking out on the inside.</span><br />
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<i>[I wrestle. I don't like to <b>not </b>be in control. I don't like not-knowing or being able to determine my own destiny. I like to feel like "I've got this." If I were honest, deep-down, I long to just get into a car and be along for the ride. I like to coast... I long to not have to think about what's for dinner or how I'm going to get there. But, on the surface, and my default, self-protection mechanism and fear-based thinking... always reacts when I feel out of control or out of the loop..]</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In the moment, I was not processing any of this... days later... I wake up to this truth. <b>My feelings at the helm of a canoe... are the way I feel/act towards my Father on most days. </b>My guy friends just wanted to give us girls a break, a chance to enjoy... and yet, I missed it. So sad. I finally get it. </span><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Jesus wants to love me... wants me to let Him love me. He calls me to stop fearing that I'm not enough... and let Him be enough for me. He calls me to rest... He calls me to enjoy the journey with Him. What a joy to just let Him love me... just enjoy His Strength.. just let Him steer my life in the way it should go... When He tells me to row on the left or lean to the right... I will, but I want to learn to just BE. That's what this season is... learning to REST in Him. So, here we go. Yes.</span></i></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Do you struggle with this too? You don't have to be in control. Jesus says this in His Word... </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Matthew 11:28-30 (MSG)<br />“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”<br /><br /><br /><b><i>Take a listen to this truth before you go... </i></b></span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/FgzXXKjaPZA" width="459"></iframe>Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-5404770178090848832014-03-11T23:03:00.002-05:002014-03-12T09:35:05.385-05:00PresenceYou know the moment that someone meaningful to you walks into the room. You don't even have to see them because you sense them. Their presence is there before your eyes meet or the tone of their voice vibrates into your soul. You sense their precious nearness and your heart warms in expectation of sharing time with them.<br />
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It's what all of us crave. We all seek it. Social media has created a vacuum of presence in our society. We've learned to be "present" in a room while connecting via text with friends, replying to a Facebook message or two, tweeting 140 characters of pithy-ness at some idiosyncratic corner of pop culture, liking a few Instagram photos and possibly pinning a recipe... all while sitting in the same room with other human beings. It is sad. We have learned to live a distant life in an uber "connected" world. It has become normal and even comfortable to hide behind screens and busy schedules.<br />
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And yet, we still crave presence. We need it. We need it from people. We need to be seen... to be heard... to be understood... We need to offer our presence to other people. We need to look someone in the eyes... listen to the cry of their soul... and comprehend who they are. That is part of being human. We were designed to trust one another. We were created for intimacy. One of the greatest gifts we can give to another person is the gift of our presence.<br />
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Deeper still, there is a Presence that we need more than that of anyone else. That Presence belongs to the One who knows us better than we know ourselves, Our Creator and Father. His Presence is Real... He is the Realest place to be in the world. He makes Himself available to us. In fact, His Presence pursues us. How often do we wish someone would pursue us... long to be near us? Our Father does. He does not pursue us out of insecurity, but out of a deep love for what is His. He offers us ALL of Himself and He desires ALL of us. He wants us to come to Him with unveiled faces.<br />
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Ironically, we fail to even recognize this Presence... His Presence is nearer to us than our next breath... He is as present to us as we allow Him to be... as present to us as we are to Him. Sometimes it takes effort to be aware His Presence. It requires a stripping away of those things in us that are afraid. A stripping away of self-sufficiency. A stripping away of unprocessed emotions. A stripping away of pride. A stripping away of unbelief. A stripping away of what appears to be real. And, it requires desperation...hunger... willingness... for the safety of His Presence.<br />
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<i style="text-align: center;">Carve out space in me, Spirit of God. Cultivate in me a greater capacity to hear You... a sharper sensitivity to Your Voice... May I cherish Your Presence.</i><br />
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Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-84345403283172292942014-01-22T09:32:00.000-06:002014-01-22T09:39:48.537-06:00On Having an Undivided Heart"Humans have a remarkable capacity for self-deception."<br />
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I read this statement in the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Life-Youve-Always-Wanted/dp/0310246954">The Life You've Always Wanted</a> by John Ortberg as I was preparing to teach. And it struck me...pierced me, really.<br />
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In the process of reflecting on simplicity or undivided-ness of heart, he discusses two antonyms of this concept - multiplicity and duplicity. Multiplicity basically means that we have two natures warring inside of us. One nature longs to do what is right, while the other longs to do what is carnal or sensory or emotionally pleasing. Duplicity is this idea of having mixed motives. For example, you say you want to give to the poor out of the goodness of your heart, but you really just want the tax write-off. How tricky the human heart can be!</div>
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That night...right after teaching my class... I realized something... I often do things out of multiplicity or duplicity. I live in a state of comparison and multi-tasking... striving to control the outcomes of life... while all the while, I am telling myself that I am trusting God. Manipulation toils below the surface of my heart... wondering how can I make things happen my way. Or, I say I want to be close to God ... or a person... and all the while, I'm hiding... only revealing the parts of myself that are "in control." I only allow people close to the parts of me that have been properly put in place. I only let God deal with the parts of my heart that are "holy."<br />
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But God... He longs to reside in ALL of me. He longs to restore ALL of my soul (mind, will & emotions). He longs to make me whole. He wants to remove the walls that separate the "good" and "bad"... He brings people into my life to help Him deconstruct those walls. And I run. And I hide. And I pretend that I'm being vulnerable the whole time.<br />
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It's only when I allow His Word to begin to penetrate those hard places in my heart that I find the freedom to be fully His...undivided. It's only then that His Love can fully cover me. He never forces me to embrace this work... He waits patiently for me to invite Him into the divided-ness of my soul and to bring the wholeness we both long for...<br />
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Today, I say... in full trust... into my heart, Come into my heart, Lord Jesus... Come! Do what You do & BE who You Are!</div>
Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-74027678008789788482013-12-17T22:59:00.003-06:002013-12-17T22:59:58.497-06:00Advent Reflections: True Peace<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
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Wholeness<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Our All-Knowing, Ever-Present God<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The One who sees & hears all things<o:p></o:p></div>
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Children of God<o:p></o:p></div>
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A safe place in the midst of life’s storms<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our Soon-Returning Victorious King<o:p></o:p></div>
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The One who has overcome<o:p></o:p></div>
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Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-9133562703262909562013-12-09T21:00:00.001-06:002013-12-09T23:11:40.543-06:00On Timing & the Time Warp of Transition Right now, I should be writing something else... in fact, I should have already written it a month ago... but my heart is so full of emotion at this moment. All I can think about is writing this.<br />
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Transition. It is coming. In some ways, it can't come soon enough. But in most ways, it is coming way too soon. The only thing consistent in life is that it changes. As I ponder the many transitions in my near future, I find it ironic that life doesn't just stop and then start again in a new place with new opportunities and new people. No, once all of the decisions necessary for change have been made,,, I enter a time warp... a season called transition. Within this space, I begin saying goodbye a little bit every day until I finally say goodbye for the last time.<br />
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Then, I drive away. Car full of all the stuff acquired in one season... tears streaming down my face... singing and praying at the top of my lungs... and I drive. The drive - in and of itself - is a transition. Somehow a car full of memories and the open road in front of me become my escort to the next place.<br />
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When I arrive, I begin saying hello. Hello to people, places and dreams that I've been pursuing. The excitement that helped me make the decision to say goodbye returns and gives me the courage to say hello... and hello...and hello....until the new place is no longer new.<br />
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Transition is no stranger to me. In fact, part of me relishes the feeling of transition. It is part of my calling.. to sojourn.. to start new things... to prepare soil and plant seeds. But tonight... oh tonight, my heart aches. Truly. It aches deep down inside and I can't seem to get to the bottom of the ache. I love this place. I LOVE THESE PEOPLE. I have deeply loved this season. I have grown. I have been challenged. I have overcome. I have failed. I have begun again. I have found the contentment of staying... and staying ... and staying. I want to stay. And, yet, I know that staying will only be delayed obedience... or prolonged disobedience?<br />
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Somehow in the time warp of transition, new things begin. And why shouldn't they? Life goes on. It's a phenomenon that I continually forget about until I am reminded. Just because I move on, does not mean everyone else stays the same. Perhaps, that is the ache I feel in this moment? The ache of letting go... walking away...<br />
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I am good at closing doors when I leave. It's easier that way. A closed door does not beckon me to return like an open door does. Yet, this time, it seems that my Father knows best... and He is opening doors as I leave. When I try to close them, His hand gently holds them open - and He whispers... let it be.<br />
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I don't like unresolved ... anything. It's like a dissonant chord. I can't stand unresolved feelings... unresolved situations... unresolved relationships... I like the closure. I like the false feeling of bein in control. I'd rather know that something is over... than face the uncertainty of what it could become... or the pain of what may die. But, of course, the lesson of this season has been learning to embrace the mystery of God... to trust Him... to embrace His timing... and to be vulnerable. I hate that word. I hate the angst that it creates in my soul. And yet, somewhere deep inside of me... I long to live free and vulnerable... to embrace life fully... to embrace people fully... without fear. And, thankfully, His Spirit enables me to be vulnerable. Yet, perhaps, this is why I like closed doors. An open door means that I face the possibility of being rejected or forgotten. An open door means someone or something else can close it on me.<br />
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So, here I am... staring at this lovely little space I call mine, wet-cheeked, enjoying the lights on my Christmas tree and the stillness of this moment. And I am making a choice - I will savor this season. I will embrace the time warp that is...transition. I will trust that when I say my final goodbye and my first hello... Immanuel, God with me, will still be with me just like He has always promised. I will trust that the doors He leaves open will be OK. And that the ones He closes will be fine too. I will expect great things and know that in it all... He is good. He is faithful and He is strong.<br />
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Bless the Lord, oh my soul, find rest in Him.Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-81871680584414066942013-07-01T16:20:00.000-05:002013-07-01T16:20:14.634-05:00Initial Reflections from Madrid<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Many of you know I just
returned from a 10 day trip to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region>.
MANY thanks to those who supported and prayed for me on this trip!! Every time
someone asks me about how my trip went, I find myself bombarded with 1000
memories, so many different emotions and thoughts – and then all I can say is,
“It was great.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Spain</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> is a beautiful country – rich in history and diverse
in culture. My breath caught with each turn through the streets of its cities –
an architectural feast for the eyes. The streets of <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madrid</st1:place></st1:state> billow with savory scents and the
metro resonates with languages from over 80 nations. The world lives in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region>! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Spain</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> is ancient. It was ruled by the Visigoths, the
Romans, the <st1:place w:st="on">Ottoman Empire</st1:place> and then the
Catholic kings. The apostle Paul mentioned <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region> (Rom 15:24, 28) as one of his
hopeful destinations. Although the Roman Catholic Church claims he did, there
is no historic evidence that he ever made it to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region>. And, it is one of the only
nations in <st1:place w:st="on">Europe</st1:place> without a documented
revival. “In 1492 <st1:city w:st="on">Columbus</st1:city>
sailed the ocean blue…” and <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region>
sanctioned his journey. In the same year 200,000 Jews were expelled from the
country. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Today, it has a population of
47.27 million people – 80 nations are represented within its populace,
including over 600,000 North African immigrants. Most people are agnostic or
atheist – there is also an ever-increasing population of Muslim believers. Only
1% of the population identifies itself as knowing Jesus. One percent. You could
spend all day wandering through <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madrid</st1:place></st1:state>
and not pass one person who knows Christ! This knowledge made me feel like I
was running a marathon through molasses. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">I met some incredible people.
A young Moroccan mother of two left a deep impact on my heart. She was always
warm and friendly – greeting me in Spanish (both of our second language) and
kissing my cheeks three times (the traditional Moroccan greeting). One day, she
taught our team some basic Arabic and made us some Moroccan mint tea… she also
shared her faith with us. She is a devout woman with true conviction and a
desire to please Allah. I couldn’t help but be reminded of Cornelius (Acts 10).
My prayer for my new friend is that in her desire to serve God, she will find a
relationship with Jesus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Throughout my entire trip the
Lord continually led me to this one passage – Matthew 9:35-38. For the first
few days of the trip, verse 36 kept coming to mind “<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them because
they were confused and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.” </span>On our
third day, we spent some time in a prayer room overlooking La Puerta del Sol,
one of <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Madrid</st1:place></st1:state>’s
busiest plazas, and as I looked out over the plaza – I saw hundreds of people
wandering in different directions – and I began to weep. In verse 37-38, Jesus
said to his disciples, <span class="woj"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">“The harvest is great, but the workers are few.</span></span><span class="textmatt-9-38"><b><sup><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> </span></sup></b></span><span class="woj"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">So pray to the Lord who is
in charge of the harvest; ask him to send more workers into his fields.” This
was the resounding message of this trip for me…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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here… but where is Your Light?</span></i></b></span></div>
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<span class="woj"><b><i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-size: 11pt;">Awaken the hearts of Your People, send more
laborers to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Spain</st1:place></st1:country-region>.</span></i></b></span></div>
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Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-17048034868122314712012-10-13T01:34:00.000-05:002013-06-01T23:58:43.428-05:00It is well.Tonight, I walked out the door at dusk. I had stayed much later than I'd planned...again. It's been a week of working late. So, I was definitely tired. As the glass door opened to the sidewalk, the sun was almost set and only a corner of the sky was pink. The air was damp and laden with the chill of fall- my favorite season. Stepping out into the evening, I stopped ... and inhaled deeply. Peace rolled over my soul.<br />
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In the same moment, I was suddenly conscious of music. It sounded like it was coming from the restaurant-turned-mission/soup kitchen that is part of the organization I work for. The song was familiar... one that often resonates with me, yet the words were temporarily escaping me. I meandered toward the sound as if being pulled by a magnet. I reached the front of the mission and corner of the street where I realized the music was coming from somewhere else. My eyes glanced across the street and propelled my feet, along with my ears, toward the little park couched between two old edifices. It looked like an outdoor worship service and I, on impulse, was going to join the party. I scurried toward the gathering. But thankfully, just before I entered the little gated area, I realized - this was no ordinary worship gathering. No, it was a wedding...and the bride was seconds away from making her grand entrance!! I was about to barge in, uninvited, to a quaint wedding in the park... just in time to up-stage the bride herself.<br />
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Awkward moment impeded, I quickly redirected my steps across the street. Safely on the other side and being tired, I should have headed toward my car, but I could not. I was enraptured by the hymn being boldly brandished for all of C-street to hear. I stopped in front of a store front across from the park, leaned against a pole and listened. The blissful couple, unaware that I was a bystander to their moment of covenant. I took in the twinkling white lights entwined in the vines above the bridal party.... and I listened. The bride arrived at the front and the band continued to sing.<br />
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In that moment, I could not help but recognize the deep meaning of the music intertwining with this moment of covenant for this happy couple. Instead of the traditional bridal march, this bride had chosen to make this moment less about her...and more about proclaiming a very simple truth... "It is well with my soul." It is well... even outside of the circumstance of this blissful moment. The promise of this old hymn saturated deep into the dark moments of the past, as well as, the challenges of the future. This couple was boldly proclaiming God's sovereignty over their relationship - past, present & future.<br />
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In that moment, I was overcome- overcome by the sweet Presence of Jesus... the Faithful One... the One who gives me the grace to remain faithful to the calling over my life. He reminded me... I am not measured by circumstances, roles, titles or others' approval... My worth and my peace of heart flows out of a deep knowing... I am His and He is mine... I am His Beloved.<br />
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My evening ended with the gentle reminder...<br />
<b>Because He is</b>...<br />
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Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-54639028040551463302012-10-07T22:36:00.000-05:002013-06-01T12:48:22.385-05:00Hanging out in the Kingdom... Reflections on [BEing] CalledIt's been a while... [Be forewarned, this will be long]<br />
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I have not given myself much space to process "what's really going on."<br />
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Since July, life has been such a whirlwind. A whirlwind of answered prayer. A whirlwind of transition into new things. A whirlwind brought on by over eight months of waiting... eight months of significant questioning... eight months of living in what my dear friend, Stephanie Nance, would call the "thickness of time"... eight months of embracing the Mystery of God.<br />
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In June of 2011, I moved from my home state of Kentucky to Springfield, MO- a town that I never planned to live in. I came here with plans. Plans to become, plans to overcome, plans to come into my own. And yet, by November, everything that brought me to town... came to an abrupt halt. I lost my job. I decided not to continue my seminary journey. The only thing keeping me in this little town was the Holy Spirit and a deep heart commitment to a community of young adults. I was bound to seeing God move within this community... Over the following eight months, it has been this community that God has used to surround me... to comfort me and to shape me. I have held tightly to the conviction that I am part of something beyond myself...<br />
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On the first of July (2012), I moved into a new apartment with a new roommate. On the last day of July, I began a new job. The third week of August I began graduate studies. The first week of September our community went from one service to two...and then two weeks after that, we went to three!! ALL of these events were fantastic! However, that is a LOT of change in two months.<br />
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Let's just say, I have been feeling a little overwhelmed. And, the one thing I love most...investing in people... has suffered the greatest. Sad day. I have actually felt like becoming a hermit. Crowds have become something I literally ... dread. Sincerely sad day!<br />
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Balance. Haha. It has always been elusive to me... but right now, I keep striving to find some way to achieve something close to it.<br />
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Last week, I realized something saddening. I am working a job... so that I can go to school to become trained in something I already love to do (Write)...so that I can afford to... are you ready for this ... Serve in ministry!! Tadah!<br />
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I hate the expression LOL-laugh out loud- how often do people actually laugh out loud when they type that? But, just now...I did laugh out loud... it was not a happy laugh. No, it was a little cynical. This is a cycle... a familiar merry-go-round of discontent.<br />
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What's funny... the most satisfying seasons of my life have been when I am barely making any money...when I barely have any time to just "BE"... Abnormal times. Times when my world is UP-side Down. During those times, my main focus was simply being sold out to BUILDING God's Kingdom...<br />
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I am SO incredibly grateful for what God has given me in this season. I am grateful for a job...not just a paycheck, but a job serving in an organization whose focus is restoring lives... BIG plus! I am grateful for the opportunity to study... I love learning new things!! I am grateful to have a cute, cozy little apartment... and money to buy food and cook for others. I am grateful for friends who love me and care about me. I am grateful for a family that loves me beyond my oddities and quirks... I am grateful for normalcy. After all, that IS what I've been wanting...right?<br />
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There is nothing wrong with the normal things of life. Really, actually, I think there is something wrong with me. Why do I always find myself here...longing for this elusive state of having normalcy & yet being sold out, actively BUILDING God's Kingdom? I'm not really sure what that means<br />
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The other day... I was reminded of another season in my life. During this season, I became angst (big surprise)... my feet began to itch... my heart ached to "be where the people are.." (go ahead, sing the Little Mermaid song... you know you want to :-) I just did!) The angst arises out of this sense that I'm not DOING what I'm called to do... this feeling that I'm just "hanging out in the Kingdom." I don't want to become too comfortable. I'm afraid of developing a lazy, welfar-ish, sense of entitlement. Reveling in God's favor...and squandering it... when there are people dying.... without ever knowing about Jesus, let alone, knowing Him!<br />
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What am I doing with Jesus? There is this fear that I am like that servant who took his one talent and went and buried it. And when the Master returned, he had nothing to show for his wealth, except that which he had been given.<br />
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Over the past six years, I have wrestled with what it means to be "called." When I was ten, I heard God speak my name... I felt Him close... I heard Him ask me to follow Him and to care for His sheep. And again... over and over... throughout the years, He repeatedly reminded me of this calling.<br />
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I don't know how to describe it. It's like when your best friend asks you to do something... when you promise to take care of their child or pet... you feel a deep sense of responsibility to carefully attend to their request. (BTW, this metaphor is weak). I have always felt like I was called out...to be sent. Yet, my prayer for the past six years has been to be planted... to BE like the tree planted by the water. That is what is happening... and yet, I am discontent.<br />
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And I cannot help but wonder...is because I am called...to be sent, not planted? This is a deep and agonizing question. I do not know just how to answer it. I most often feel like a round peg in a square hole.<br />
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I was talking to a friend last night and I told her that I had always felt called to serve overseas... and the strangest things happened... she was surprised! She never knew that about me. Um, weird, because all of my life...that one thing has somehow defined me. Shortly after she left, I found myself feeling concerned. Have I forgotten who I am called to be. AM I BEING WHO I AM CALLED TO BE?<br />
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Or... am I just hanging out in the Kingdom? ? ? ?... ??? ... ???Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-26808939730873875342012-09-01T08:40:00.000-05:002012-09-01T08:40:01.072-05:00In Honor of Dee Dee Belle**Today marks the birthday of a very special person in my life. She has been in heaven for six years...but I wanted to share something I wrote four years ago in her memory... **<br />
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Sep 1, 2008 <br />
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today is a special day...a day that always reminds me of one beautiful woman. her name, delores belle klayer west. and for those who knew and loved her best it was simply dee-dee belle born on september 1, 1927, she lived almost to eighty.<br />
a woman i can remember from infancy...full of creativity and giggles. she loved like no one i know. she loved fiercely, and at times, to her own detriment. she was a listening ear and a comforting hug. she looked into your eyes and saw who you were destined to be rather than who you were at the moment. she was my nanny...my grandmother. <br />
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i shared so much in common with her...her love for jewlery and fun shoes. i still use some of her vocabulary, like the word snazzy roo (only on special occasions). but she loved to dance...loved music...and she loved Jesus! as the years passed, her memory slowly faded but the one thing that never changed was when you mentioned the name of Jesus...her eyes would light up...her countenance would soften to that of genuine love and she would look like a young girl in love. she would rattle off scriptures and songs...<br />
i loved chatting with her...she had a way of absorbing everything that my lips and brain could express...and then she always knew the best words of wisdom, encouragement and discernment.<br />
i miss her today. but i know that if i could see her now, i would see her dancing with her Lover...with Jesus. she is free in the arms of her Savior...<br />
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it's been almost two years and i'm glad she's free of this world, but at times, i think of her and smile...and blink back a longing tear...one day i will sit with her again and we will expound on all of the beauty of Heaven and our Jesus!<br />
Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-51885429957108659212012-07-28T12:19:00.001-05:002012-07-28T12:31:07.222-05:00Restoring Eden: The SagaI am guilty of consistently misunderstanding others. <br />
Instead, I fight to be properly understood.<br />
I fight to be free and independent. <br />
I fight to dominate and coerce submission. <br />
I fight to be biblical. <br />
I am a mess! <br />
I am not alone in my fighting. <br />
<em>The fight to be understood is human condition</em>. <br />
In all of our fighting, <br />
<strong>we have created a no-man’s-land</strong>. <br />
Meanwhile, those in the trenches <br />
on either side <br />
sit with heads in hands, <br />
<em>weary and lonely</em>.<br />
Although we rarely admit it, <br />
even to ourselves, <br />
<strong>we have forgotten.</strong> <br />
We no longer remember <br />
that precious golden ring for which we fight. <br />
We forget that <em>we are actually from the same land</em>. <br />
We are people not altogether different from the legendary Narnians. <br />
We are colorful. We come in all shapes and sizes. <br />
We speak different languages. We have varying traditions. <br />
<em>We are male. We are female</em>.<br />
<strong>We are human</strong>. <br />
We fight for the same thing. <br />
We fight for peace. <br />
<em>We fight so that we can live united.</em><br />
<strong>We fight to restore Eden. </strong><br />
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Yet, in the no-man’s-land of misperception, <br />
<em>Drenched in irony</em>,<br />
exists a seldom acknowledged truth: <br />
<strong><em>The battle for Restored Eden has already been won! </em></strong><br />
Our need to be understood, to be enough, to be complete, our need to BE at rest, caused <br />
<em>the UnLimited One to limit Himself</em>. <br />
Our need for restored intimacy caused <br />
<em>Him to come nearer to humanity than even we, ourselves, are willing to come. </em><br />
<strong>He made Himself fully present to the human experience. </strong><br />
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He was born. He grew. <br />
He laughed. He wept. <br />
He breathed. He slept. <br />
<em>He understood. </em><br />
He died. <br />
But, in His death, <br />
<strong>He accomplished what we could not…</strong><br />
He bridged the gap our selfishness and lack of trust created.<br />
In His death, He lives and we also can live.<br />
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Jesus...<br />
Restored Eden.<br />
He made a way for God and man <br />
<strong><em>to dwell in trust again</em></strong>. <br />
He reunited long-separated children to their Father. <br />
He opened blind eyes and unlocked deaf ears so that <br />
<em>men and women would no longer fear Him… </em><br />
<em>nor should they fear one another. </em><br />
<strong>Restored Eden is eternal life. </strong><br />
While heaven awaits, <br />
His Kingdom is<br />
living in the no-man’s-land…<br />
being understood in light of His sacrifice. <br />
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All of this said, <strong>we</strong>, <br />
sons and daughters of <br />
<em>the Living, UnLimited, UnCreated God, </em><br />
<strong>continue to dwell in the gray trenches </strong>of <br />
“my worldview” versus “your worldview.” <br />
We long to play together in the space that lies between us,<br />
<strong>but we fear. </strong><br />
We fear because <br />
<em>we fail to remember…</em><br />
<strong><em>Perfect Love drives away all fear. </em></strong><br />
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<strong>We have been re-created.</strong><br />
We are new. <br />
<strong>We are not our stories. </strong><br />
No, our stories are but stylistic embellishment,<br />
badges nonchalantly proclaiming, <br />
“I am HIS!” <br />
Our journeys are only pathways <br />
navigating us toward Restored Eden. <br />
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<strong>In Eden, we trust</strong>. <br />
We live in confidence, <br />
<em>not in ourselves but in the One who has restored us. </em><br />
In Eden, we are defined by what He is doing through us, <br />
rather than what we have done to ourselves. <br />
<strong>Every day, we have the choice. </strong><br />
Live in the trenches or…<br />
Dwell in the “no-man’s-land” of restored trust<br />
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<em>…the place where being understood flows out of being known…</em></div>
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<em>…the place where being whole trumps being understood…</em></div>
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“Therefore, I, a prisoner for serving the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of your calling, for you have been called by God. Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowances for each other’s faults because of your love. Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the Spirit, binding yourselves together with peace. For there is one body and one Spirit, just as you have been called to one glorious hope for the future. ” Ephesians 4:1-4Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-961769302609662242012-06-09T16:45:00.000-05:002012-06-09T16:45:02.823-05:00Embracing Mutual Submission: A Study in Humility<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>This week I have been following Rachel Held Evans’ synchro-blog event, <a href="http://rachelheldevans.com/mutuality-definition-terms">One In Christ</a>, a celebration of Mutuality. There have been<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>so many excellent blogs from RHE, as well as other fellow egalitarians who decided it was time to speak up about why mutuality is so great. So far, I have only reveled in their insights and shared them with all of my followers. Now, I am ready to share my own reflections… This is first post of two I intend to share is an adapted version of a paper I wrote for a course on Gender & Culture that I took with missiologist <a href="http://www.agts.edu/faculty/koeshall.html">Anita Koeshall</a> at the <a href="http://www.agts.edu/">Assemblies of God Theological Seminary</a>. </em></span></div>
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Embracing Mutual Submission: A Study in Humility</span></em></strong><br />
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A hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim and the spotlight draws all eyes to two people in the center of the rink. The action begins with the first note of the song, <strong><em>two individuals seamlessly emerge as one unit</em></strong>; gliding over the ice, side-by-side, hand-in hand, spinning and mirroring one another. They dare gravity as they leap in unison and, occasionally, he will lift her high into the air, still gliding upon the ice as one. Couples figure skating fascinates me. There is something invigorating about watching <em>two people work as a team to perform daring feats that appear effortless.</em> Yet, <strong><em>it takes great strength, skill and team work to pull off such a performance.</em></strong> <br />
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The movie<em> The Cutting Edge</em> depicts the story of two very strong-willed, independent athletes, a male hockey player and a female figure skater, both disillusioned with their previous careers, coming together as a figure skating pair. Competitiveness and love of the ice are the only things the duo share in common. Throughout the movie, they take turns one-upping each other, always followed by a spray of ice in the face and the one liner, “Toe-pick.” However, they eventually realize <strong><em>they must let go of their own pride in order to win as a team</em></strong>. Slowly and painfully, the pair builds trust, which proves to be the key to winning.<br />
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This movie embodies my own struggle and competitive approach to male/female relationships. <strong><em>Having been raised in an ever-increasing individualistic and feminist culture, I wrestle with being second, especially to men.</em></strong> In fact, my initial question began as, “Do all women have to submit to all men?” Being certain of the answer, I set out to prove that men and women are equal and that Christ calls us to mutual submission, even in marriage. However, a deeper question emerged in process, <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">“What does mutual submission look like within covenant community?”</span></em></strong> <br />
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In his letter to the Ephesians, Paul says, <em>“And further, submit yourselves to one another in reverence for Christ”</em> (5:21). The verses that follow make practical application of this verse within a marriage context, as well as other relationships, such as, parent to child and master to slave. For many years, <em><strong>mutual submission has been my license to be an independent individual, to compete with men and to prove that we have to submit to one another.</strong></em> <strong>My cultural and personal bias has been keeping me from the heart of Paul’s message</strong>. <br />
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Ephesians 5:1-2 says, <em>“Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children. Live a life filled with love, following the example of Christ. He loved us and offered himself as a sacrifice for us…”</em> Before anyone submits to anyone, Christians are called to imitate God and follow the example of Christ. <strong><em>Submission begins with studying Christ, not ourselves.</em></strong> <br />
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Philippians chapter two defines the attitude of Christ, “<em>though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to….he humbled himself in obedience to God…”</em> <br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Submission-within-Godhead-Epistle-Philippians/dp/056704551X">M. Sydney Park</a>, makes several observations regarding Christ’s submission as described in this passage. He debunks the “notion that submission is defined only by obedience…” Park agrees that <em>obedience is <strong>part</strong> of Christ’s submission,</em> but it actually “begins with <strong><em>Christ’s equality with God</em></strong> and is <strong><em>exemplified through forsaking his rights, status and privilege of being equal</em></strong> with God.” According to Park, <strong><em>submission</em></strong> is “not borne out of or for oppression-rather it is <strong><em>embraced voluntarily</em></strong>.” Finally, he concludes Christ's submission is "the <strong><em>willingness to give primacy to the concerns of another</em></strong> over and <strong><em>above his own legitimate rights</em></strong>, even at the risk of humiliation, suffering and death” (123-124).<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">As Christ’s example reveals<em><strong>, <span style="font-size: large;">true submission can only take place from a stance of equality</span>.</strong> </em>Ephesians 5 levels the gender playing field. Paul <strong><em>elevates the status of women</em></strong> with his command to submit to one another. Payne drives this point home when he writes<em>,</em> “Paul does not limit any of these [“one another” commands] to only one gender. If only one party does all the submitting, it is not mutual but hierarchical. The bidirectional nature of <strong><em>mutual submission presupposes the equal standing of the persons submitting to each other”</em></strong> (71).</span></span> Humility is often defined as <em><strong>embracing a proper understanding of self...</strong></em>recognizing and <em><strong>walking within the limitations of our strengths and weaknesses</strong>,</em> being careful to empower others to do the same. Jesus sets a standard, illustrating the deference of one’s rights for the sake of another. His motivation flows from<strong><em> a desire to bring glory to God and to reconcile God and humanity.</em></strong> <br />
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<strong><em>Submission starts with an attitude of humility.</em></strong><br />
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There is a series of passages throughout the New Testament often referred to as the “one another” commands (<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif";"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eph. 5:18-21; 1 John 4:13, 16; Gal. 5:13; Rom. 12:10; Eph. 4:2). </span></span>Each “one another” statement can be linked with Paul’s familiar command to “Be filled with the Spirit.” <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The Holy Spirit enables us to walk in submission to each other...</span></em></strong> to “Serve one another,” “Honor one another…” “Be gentle and patient with one another…” <br />
<em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">The direct fruit of mutual submission is unity, not competition</span>.</strong></em> <strong>Submission is a bold choice</strong> to set aside one’s rights <strong>for the sake of something greater: unity</strong>. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Man-Woman-One-Christ-Theological/dp/0310219884">Phillip B. Payne</a> defines submission as <strong><em>“voluntary yielding in love” (281). </em></strong>Using a quote from Tertullian’s book to his wife, Payne reveals the perspective of the Church father specifically regarding submission between a husband and a wife:<br />
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<em>“What a union of two believers—one hope, one vow, one discipline and one worship! They are brother and sister, two fellow servants, one spirit and one flesh… They pray together, fast together, instruct, exhort, and support each other” (281-283).</em><br />
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In reference to the original Greek word used in Ephesians 5, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-One-Another-Becoming-Church/dp/0830834494">Gerald Sittser</a> writes that “<em>it combines two words, one that could be translated ‘under’ and the other ‘order.’ … <strong>it implies that we choose to order our lives under the circumstances, relationships and roles in which we find ourselves</strong>.”</em> <br />
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Sittser underscores the <strong><em>radical nature of Paul’s call to mutual submission</em></strong>. He points out that Paul gives this command to each individual in the Body, rather than a certain gender or social status. Specifically, he requires that “<em>those who occupy dominant positions in social order be subject to their subordinates; they are to order their lives under the very people over whom they exercise authority</em>.” <br />
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Sittser points out that “<em><strong>how we obey this command depends upon the particular position we occupy within the social order</strong></em>.” He goes on to say, “<em>...to subject to one another implies that we acknowledge the necessity of social order, accept our place within it, and</em> <strong><em>transform the social order through the power of radical obedience and sacrificial love” (42-43).</em></strong><br />
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There is truth in the old adage, <strong><em>“Actions speak louder than words.” </em></strong>I recently had the privilege to interact with a precious couple who serve in a Muslim country. Due to the senstive nature of their work, we will call them John and Jane. As I listened to their stories, I kept hearing the Holy Spirit drive this point home. <br />
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<em><strong>Mutual submission is a sign to unbelievers...</strong>revealing the power of what Jesus did on the cross</em>. John made a shocking statement, “<em>My wife is the key to my ministry to Muslim men.”</em> He goes on to explain that Muslim culture expects men to be able to control their wives. Jane does her best to fulfill the role of ideal Muslim woman, to the extent that Muslim men respect John and trust their wives to Jane's care. <br />
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<strong><em>John and Jane work as a team,</em></strong> like the figure skating pair. <em>They each submit to Christ and to each other, fulfilling the <strong>culturally expected</strong> gender roles.</em> In so doing, their relationship proclaims the gospel. People see Jesus. Muslims may not know they are seeing Jesus but the choice this couple has made to walk in mutual submission opens the door to share. Jane says the key to her ministry has been 1 Corinthians 9. She has learned to become “all things to all men” in order to reach a culture. <br />
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I still have more questions than answers. I feel as if I barely scratched the surface. <strong><em>As a single person, I find myself asking what mutual submission looks like within community.</em></strong> It is easy to perceive submission as something only for people who are married, but <strong><em>Paul makes it clear that we all are to walk in submission to one another. </em></strong><br />
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Submission is difficult to grasp, let alone actualize. It is a <strong><em>Spirit-led behavior</em></strong>. Submission runs contrary to ourhuman nature. As an American, I have been taught to think for myself, to be true to myself, to be proud of my accomplishments, to fight for my rights. <strong><em>As an American woman, I expect equality. The very idea of submitting myself to someone else involves humility. </em></strong><br />
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I now recognize that<em><strong> <span style="font-size: large;">mutual submission is not a license to dominate, but a command to be humble.</span></strong></em> Mutual submission requires consistency and intentionality of heart. It <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">starts with humility and is expressed in unity</span></em></strong>. Mutual submission, like figure skating, <em><strong>requires a <span style="font-size: large;">dual commitment</span> to working together, <span style="font-size: large;">embracing one another’s strengths</span> and <span style="font-size: large;">supporting one another in weakness. </span></strong></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-large;">Today, I choose to embrace the call to mutual submission. Lord, give me grace to do so with humility and, in so doing, bring glory to Your Kingdom.</span></em><br />
<br />Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-47972944815735537112012-04-06T17:25:00.001-05:002012-04-06T17:29:08.889-05:00Trust...Trust...<br />
It should be a four letter word.<br />
At times, it holds the same connotation<br />
I have a love/hate relationship with "trust"<br />
I love when I feel safe enough to trust<br />
Yet, hate that most often I don't feel safe to trust<br />
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Trust...<br />
trite. empty <br />
meaning skewed by relativity<br />
What does it mean?<br />
"reliance on...<br />
integrity,<br />
strength,<br />
ability,<br />
surety<br />
of a person or thing;<br />
confident expectation"*<br />
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Trust...<br />
requires <br />
vulnerability<br />
a certain sense of naivete<br />
a denial of past experience<br />
a full throttle advance into uncharted waters<br />
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Trust...<br />
required <br />
to live by faith-<br />
necessary <br />
to please God<br />
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Trust...<br />
With all of your <br />
heart<br />
identity<br />
talent<br />
brokenness<br />
deepest longings<br />
unrequited love<br />
possibilities<br />
pipe dreams<br />
life goals<br />
screwed up plans<br />
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Trust...<br />
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God<br />
a good, wise and loving<br />
Father<br />
not yourself,<br />
not your circumstances,<br />
not your status,<br />
not your own ability to "get it right"<br />
not others <br />
nor their opinions of you<br />
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Trust...<br />
with your thoughts<br />
with your feelings<br />
with your words<br />
with your actions<br />
with your investments<br />
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Trust...<br />
By taking a step<br />
into scary territory<br />
By letting go<br />
of past hurt<br />
By choosing<br />
to honor instead of retaliate<br />
By understanding<br />
rather than belittling<br />
By being <br />
present in weak moments<br />
By listening<br />
instead of speaking<br />
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Trust...<br />
eventually<br />
you will be<br />
healed<br />
fulfilled<br />
encouraged<br />
reconciled<br />
you will <br />
find the Way<br />
eventually...<br />
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Trust...<br />
does not lead to purpose<br />
Trust...<br />
equals purpose<br />
Trust...<br />
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*http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/trust<br />
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<br />Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-21683948273764951942012-03-13T19:16:00.000-05:002012-03-13T19:16:31.148-05:00Reflections on God's gift to Women 3.14.06*** Allow me to preface this blog... I have been re-visiting my myspace days. It is fascinating to read my perspective from six years ago...tomorrow :-) I am working on new reflections but I was inspired by this old one... It's still my heart. Even though I'm more practical and less of a hopeless romantic these days... Enjoy!*** <br />
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so i was perusing someone's myspace and read a really great post about the way of women... he inspired me to write one of my own. i often write about being woman...but we share this world and we were given life to be partners with men. it's time to give respect where it is due.<br />
Man. The first image that God formed to represent Himself, to be His faithful companion and to wrestle and rule the rest of His creation. I find it intriguing that our God first chose to demonstrate His likeness in man. Man is strength. He's a source and an encouragement. He is safe although rugged and untame. Within him lies a great God-given power, to be the foreman of the ranch to both tame wildness and unleash passion in a way that only points to a great Creator. <br />
Standing on a swinging bridge above a rushing waterfall and looking into eyes that say, "You aren't walking this alone. I won't let you fall, just hold on tight," makes a woman's heart soar with energy to go the distance, to see what is beyond the next peak... For a woman, nothing is more exhilarating than knowing that she is safe and protected even in her wildest dreams...that she will not be flying alone.<br />
A man...free to be all that the Creator intended...is a sight to behold. God knew this...that's why He made man. What is beautiful is what unfolds just after creating man. God realizes that man alone is not fully reflecting Himself...so He creates woman to bring a representation of His Beauty...His gentleness...and most importantly so that His passion for relationship and life would not be lost on Man who is lonely. Without the mountain...the grass and the trees and the birds would be useless. It is the combination of the two that brings the full picture.<br />
Man without Woman...lacking. Woman without Man...lacking. Man and Woman without God...nothing. God, as seen through the unity of Man and Woman, Beautiful Strength...<br />
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Thank the Creator God for the Strength and the Beauty...thank You for our partners....<br />
Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-449639573083061692012-01-27T19:00:00.000-06:002012-01-27T19:00:36.591-06:00Guarding My Heart Part 1: Questions that Defined Me<strong><em>"I'm just not there right now." </em></strong><br />
To this day, those words still make me cringe. On the day those words pierced my heart -- I looked lovely, my hair curled and my makeup soft and feminine. I was wearing my Sunday pearls and I looked the part of a romantic heroine. It was Easter Sunday and I had waited all semester... invested myself fully into a deep friendship with a handsome gentleman. A man who had rearranged the landscapes of my internal future. He taught me to walk in confidence. He looked into my eyes and respected me for who I was... he was a great conversationalist... He loved other cultures and I was convinced we would go places ... together. I knew him. I was ok with his idiosyncracies and I knew it might be a long journey, but I was ready to go the distance. For the first time in my life I was in love-- and certifiably insane. My entire world revolved around him. And it was time to verify that we were on the same page. I went to meet him and we walked and talked for a while. Finally, I worked up the nerve and told him... my feelings were stronger than friendship. He looked at me with all the compassion he could muster and he said the words I had known all along but my heart had not allowed me to process...<br />
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"I'm just not there right now." He then preceeded to remind me that he did not plan to seriously date anyone, let alone marry until he was 27. He apologized for leading me on in any way. We talked for another five minutes, agreeing that we would still be friends... Then I excused myself, went back to my dorm and cried for the rest of the semester. I wrote him letters but never sent them. I mourned the loss... And yet, somewhere I held out hope... after all he had said "...not there...<em>right now</em>." I clung to them in false hope. <br />
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Needless to say, our friendship slowly and painfully unravelled into the abyss of unrequited love and after about a year of prolonged hope...I closed the door of my heart... never again would I be so stupid to love someone who doesn't love me back... I realized that I didn't even know myself anymore. I had allowed giddy passion to slowly wrap all of my identity, all of my hopes and dreams...around the existence of another. Never again.<br />
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<strong><em>"This is not 'Goodbye,' but it is."</em></strong><br />
After that, somewhere in my heart, I convinced myself that I was only good enough to offer friendship. I was not attractive enough. I was not talented enough. I was not thin enough. I was not, I was not, I was not. ..enough. Love was not in my future. I learned to be a good, safe friend. I learned to listen. I learned to enjoy what a man offered. I learned to offer my best and not to expect anything in return. <br />
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I soon found a friend that had been there all along. I can't say I was incapable of having romantic feelings for him. But I knew... he felt sorry for me...he appreciated me for who I was, but I was not enough to fulfiill that desire in his heart... he did not see me as a woman, but as a neutral gendered friend. I was someone who could help him grow and heal and process. I was someone who would pray for him. I would be on the other end of the phone. I would be his Sunday night dinner buddy. I would be there to encourage him and offer him wisdom when he needed it. But, that was all. That was our unspoken arrangement...and I guess it worked. Until, the first time someone asked me how long we had been married. Yes, they did. Of course, I could not tell him... he would run away...he would spook like a wild stallion and be gone... and my comfortable friendship would be gone. That was the beginning of the end... the beginning of my defending our friendship as "just a friendship."<br />
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After years of this, I finally told him. Although we were just friends, it was getting very difficult to constantly defend our friendship. I was tired. I cared deeply for him and his life, but I didn't want to keep this up. I told him that people thought we were married... And the next day, years of friendship ended in an email that began with "This is not 'goodbye,' but it is..." I did not want anything more than friendship... but I cannot tell you how painful it was to lose our friendship. I had anticipated change. And, at some level, it was a relief. But I had not anticipated the sudden jolt of loss when we were suddenly no longer friends. His friendship was different than most... and when it ended, I began to expect one thing from men... rejection.<br />
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<strong><em>"I do not trust you."</em></strong><br />
Years passed and I became a strong, independent woman. I had dreams, goals, purpose...a calling. I did not need a man in my life... Of course, I dreamed about marriage and children like the next woman. But, I never seriously engaged men...I hid.<br />
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Enter my third life-changing male friendship. This time was different. I was not looking, God brought him to me. It was an unexpected encounter that seemed to organically unfold into a God-friendship. This friend valued me and respected me. He protected me and loved me. God blessed us through one another's lives. We enjoyed a give and take friendship. We saw God do some awesome things through our obedience to Him... And somewhere along the way, I began to care more for him than I wanted...more than I wanted to admit. <br />
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I truly believe this friendship was meant to only be a friendship, but it was still hard when I introduced him to his wife... :-/ Yes, I did. AND I am very glad with the outcome today! I could not have made a better match for him...God has blessed him with a beautiful life-mate who complements and enriches his life in SO many ways... AND the difference this time... I am better friends with both of them than ever before... God reconciled that friendship... I had a choice to make to overcome my pain and to be a friend... <br />
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However, my intial reaction was not so good. I felt completely rejected...again. I withdrew SO fast... I needed to. I had let my heart hope again in a strange way... I needed to regroup. For a long time, I hurt... This time, I found myself angry with God and angry with myself -- for not guarding my heart! <br />
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It was not until recently that I realized that my friend had never rejected me. <strong><em>I</em></strong>, in fact, had rejected him. I had held him at bay...and even told him that I did not trust him. Whether or not, that had anything to do with anything is a moot point... the point is that God used it to do something deep in my life.<br />
<strong><em>Above All Things Guard Your Heart for it is the Wellspring of life." Proverbs 4:23</em></strong><br />
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Over the next year, God began to unravel my pain. He began to answer my questions. I kept asking Him why I was never good enough...for anyone!! I felt like He had led me into a trap... yes, I did... I just accused God of playing games with my heart. I asked God questions like, "Who am I?" and "Why in the world do I exist?" and "Please, tell me why you bothered to create me?!" I was someone who should know better by now...but NOTHING made sense... nothing!<br />
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I felt a two-fold response... God kept reminding me that <strong><em>beauty is vulnerable</em></strong>. At the same time, EVERYWHERE I went I would run into Proverbs 4:23. This caused deep-seated anger in me... I hated the concept of guarding my heart!! God, how does this work? How do I be vulnerable and still guard my heart??!!<br />
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<strong><em>Then, He began to respond... </em></strong><br />
One day, He asked me what the word <em>heart</em> meant ... to me and in that passage. My first thought was Valentine's day... and mushy stuff. Then, it went to physical body... you know the vital, central organ. Finally, I looked it up. The transliterated Hebrew word is <em><strong>lev</strong></em> which is two word pictures put together. The first word picture is a shepherd's staff, which means "authority." The second word picture is the inner layout or blueprint of a nomadic tent, which means "that which resides within." When put together, the word <em>lev</em> is roughly translated, "the authority that resides within." (DISCLAIMER: I am not a Hebrew scholar, but this is the consensus of others' findings). <br />
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<strong><em>What is this "authority that resides within"?</em></strong><br />
So, at the end of that little study, I had this phrase... " the authority that resides within." It kept rolling around in my head and I was like...what does it mean? I felt the Lord say to me...your heart is your identity. <em>Cool... so God, who am I</em>? <br />
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He began to speak to me about my unique identity. <strong><em>He, the One who had created me...</em></strong><br />
First of all, my identity begins and ends in Christ. <br />
Jesus made a way for me to be free from my sinful nature, to BE <em>completely</em> His and to BE <em>fully</em> myself. <br />
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<em><strong>One day, I felt God ask me what my name was... </strong></em><br />
<em>I was like... really? </em><br />
<em>Yes, just go with it...</em><br />
<em>Ok, my name is Rachel Michelle Leonard.</em><br />
<em>Yes. But who are you?</em><br />
<em>Ok... I just told you...</em><br />
<em>Rachel, you ARE your name...</em><br />
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Oh! That's great...what?! Then it began to sink in... Ever since I was a kid, I was that "uncool" kid... the oldest of three...always mothering and nurturing... the one that was teased with statements like, "Ok, <em>Mom</em>." I hated it!! But that day, something dawned on me... <br />
<em>Rachel means "Mother Lamb". </em><br />
<em>Michelle means "Who is like God?"...it is a question and a proclamation of worship and authority. Leonard means "Lion-hearted"... I love with a fierceness... </em><br />
I am created to nurture souls, to worship God and to fiercely defend and protect His people through prayer. This moment was defining for me! I suddenly felt like my clothes fit!! <br />
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I realized that I had spent my life wrapping my identity around the expectations of others...allowing others to dictate who I was. <br />
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<strong><em>So, how/why do I guard my heart?</em></strong><br />
Well, for a few weeks, I just had this freedom I'd never known before... but I still didn't know how/why I guard it... The <em>why</em> came pretty obviously... we only guard those things that we value...we don't pay someone to guard our dumpster... We guard our heart/identity because we value it.<br />
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But the deeper question in my soul was ... <strong><em>how do I keep this from happening again</em>?</strong><br />
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Then one night I had a dream. In the dream, I saw this beautiful painting... I don't even remember what it looked like... but it was magnificent. All kinds of people were standing around admiring it. But the painting was roped off and had a sign in from of it that said, "<em>Please do NOT touch</em>."<br />
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I began to ponder the sign. Why do you not touch an oil painting? Because the oil from your skin...and everyone else's skin...slowly deteriorates the initial work and changes the entire look of the original painting. I felt impressed that, just like the painting, I could live with my life on display for all to see...but that I was not to let others touch and change His design... <br />
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This season was transformational in my life!! I suddenly felt a sense of purpose that I had never experienced. I was free to be myself and to serve the Lord... as me :-)Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-60414661041930959052012-01-12T20:07:00.002-06:002012-01-12T20:11:08.642-06:00Failing Forward 2012: Embracing Myself Part 2<strong><em>2012: A Year of Embracing Myself...Failure & All</em></strong><br />
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<strong>It's been almost two months and a couple of holidays since everything hit the fan. I spent five days at home for Christmas, but I've been spending a lot of time just sorting through my last 27 years. </strong><strong>I'm coming to some conclusions...</strong><br />
<ul><li><em>I am a right-brained person trying to be left-brained.</em> I have spent all of my life striving to be left-brained. I've always felt that in order to be successful, I have live in another hemisphere of my brain. It's been like trying to wear someone else's clothing. </li>
<li><em>I am tired of working so hard to be someone else.</em> It is exhausting to sit through long theological debates with people and want to simply say... "Who cares?" or "Yeah, but how?" But, since I'm a minister...I just shut up and grin & bear it because "that's what we do."</li>
<li><em>I am a deep thinker, I just think differently about things.</em> I am a woman but I do have a brain. I think about how someone's actions effect others. I think about how words fit nicely together. I think about how the Holy Spirit works in the world. I think about how to resolve conflicts. I think about seasonings and colors and how they complement each other. I think about characters in books like they are people. I think about why Jesus uses metaphors to explain His Kingdom instead of theological theories.</li>
<li><em>Everyone else can see the real me better than I can.</em> My closest friends laugh when I admit these thingst to them and say, "Rae-Rae, I could have told you this all along." (By the way, you have to earn the right to use that name ;-)</li>
<li><em>I want to discover what it's like to fulfill God's calling as myself...</em> I want to figure out how a creative person fits into the ministry world. I want to make my voice heard and believe that others will listen to me...when I am being myself. </li>
</ul><strong>So, with these thoughts in mind... My only resolution for this year is to learn to be ok with being me... to know God fully as He is...to explore life as a creative person being led by the Holy Spirit... Here are some intentional lifestyle changes for this year...</strong><br />
<ul><li><em>I want to learn to garden.</em> I want to study the process of development from seed to fruit. I want to be ok with investing time into cultivating life.</li>
<li><em>I want to get a cuddle buddy</em>... a dog.</li>
<li><em>I want to spend more time with children</em>... They are so full of innocence and curiosity.</li>
<li><em>I want to write</em>... dare I say it? A novel. I need courage to do this.</li>
<li><em>I want to spend more time being in nature than on Facebook.</em></li>
<li><em>I want to invest in reciprocal relationships</em>... ones that intimidate me, yet challenge me...relationships that empower me to BE, not just do.</li>
<li><em>I want to explore creativity and spirituality</em>... what my calling in life looks like in light of my findings.</li>
<li><em>I want to spend more time investing in God's Kingdom, than in creating the illusion of my own.</em></li>
<li><em>I want to walk in humility</em>...being content to abide in God's Presence even when no one is looking</li>
<li><em>I want to spend this year enjoying each day as it comes</em>.. without anxious thoughts...aware of God's Voice and Presence.</li>
<li><em>I want to fall in love with this little town</em>... the people, the traditions and the foreigners who dwell here...the plans God has for its people...I want to make Springfield home.</li>
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<div></div><strong>This year, I want to meditate on these truths...to learn to live them in fullness...</strong><br />
<ul><li>Philippians 4:11 Not that I was ever in need, for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have. 12 I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little. 13 For I can do everything through Christ,[c] who gives me strength.</li>
<li>Romans 8: 15 So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children.[h] Now we call him, “Abba, Father.”[i] 16 For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. 17 And since we are his children, we are his heirs. In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory. But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering. </li>
<li>Ephesians 4: 1 Therefore I, a prisoner for serving the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of your calling, for you have been called by God. 2 Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love. 3 Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the Spirit, binding yourselves together with peace. </li>
<li>1 John 4:11 Dear friends, since God loved us that much, we surely ought to love each other. 12 No one has ever seen God. But if we love each other, God lives in us, and his love is brought to full expression in us. 13 And God has given us his Spirit as proof that we live in him and he in us. 14 Furthermore, we have seen with our own eyes and now testify that the Father sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. 15 All who confess that Jesus is the Son of God have God living in them, and they live in God. 16 We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in his love. God is love, and all who live in love live in God, and God lives in them. 17 And as we live in God, our love grows more perfect. So we will not be afraid on the day of judgment, but we can face him with confidence because we live like Jesus here in this world. 18 Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love. 19 We love each other[b] because he loved us first. </li>
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<div></div><strong><em>If you you have endured to the end of this blogpost... you are amazing!! I ask you to pray with me to come to a deeper understand of what this means and to challenge me when I start to run back... Thank you in advance. Happy Growing!</em></strong><br />
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I've always really loved people... hearing their stories, being present to their journey, watching them become more of themselves... growing closer to Jesus with them. It's one of those strange things I cannot totally explain. I can honestly say I've never met anyone I haven't loved. Really. I'm not saying people have never gotten under my skin. I'm just saying there is an innate desire in me to love people. I see them as they are and as who they are becoming. Watching life unfold for people is so thrilling.<br />
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On the other hand, if I am not spending adequate time alone, I get overwhelmed with compassion and empathy really quickly. I recharge by myself. Me, my journal, my Bible and (most recently) a cup of coffee. Sometimes, I like to be outside and just BE... to sit and soak up the world around me... Or Ill pick up a good book and get lost in it for a while (the funny thing is that I tend to make friends with the characters and it's hard to let go of them at the end of the book). My dearest friends and family know that I am a verbal processor ... so after my alone time, I usually begin to crave quality conversation with like-minded people. I always love/hate these moments. I love them because I feel known and I am able to re-connect with reality through processing everything I'm experiencing. But I hate them because I often feel guilty and like I've overwhelmed the person who is listening. I am a deep thinker and sometimes, even the people who know and love me best just look at me with these looks of "Huh? You lost me ten minutes ago."<br />
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Meanwhile, I enjoy being creative. Writing has always been something I just do. People tell me I'm good at it...urging me to do it more, to write books and blogs. I've often had the desire to do it for a living...but never felt good enough. I love to cook and create new ways to make food. I've pushed that away with the excuse that there is no one to cook for... I enjoy singing and being a part of musical experiences... but my sister is the real singer...I've dabbled in painting but...my brother is the artist... I enjoy knitting and making things... but I am not a crafty person... I like making things for people...<em><br />
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<em><strong>The Journey that led me to here...</strong></em> <br />
All of my life, I've been an all or nothing person. I've had very high expectations for myself and I have pushed really hard. Yet, I have often been frustrated. You see, when I was ten years old, I heard Jesus speak something very simple and personal into my heart. He asked me to feed and lead His sheep. I said yes. And for the past seventeen years, I have been trying very hard to figure out how that works out practically. When I heard the Lord speak to me so long ago, I knew that I was called to pastor... Over the years, I have worn the children's pastor hat, the youth pastor hat, the women's minister hat, the missionary hat... all of which were great in season. But, I just could never seem to feel quite ... "at home." I studied ministry in college. I obtained ministerial credentials. I served in all the areas for which I felt passionate, paid or unpaid, I tried to be noticed... I waited for doors to open, for direction, for favor... for a sense of arrival...a sense of approval. But, it never happenened. I always ended up working as a secretary to "support my ministry habit" (working full-time and doing ministry in all of my spare time) and feeling deeply frustrated...eventually burning out.<br />
My mom always says..."You are a natural teacher. Be a teacher... Women never get paid to be in the ministry..." But the thought of spending thirty years in a public school setting feels like a life sentence to the penitentry. I know there is something to what she is saying. I am a teacher... I teach all the time. But, I don't want to teach reading, writing and arithmetic.<br />
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When I gradutated college, I had a dream. I was going to go to cemetary...ehem, I mean, seminary, someday. In fact, I almost went straight out of undergrad (probably should have) but I decided to go home to Kentucky... well, actually God led me there, I never would have gone back of my own volition. I told myself I just needed some ministry experience and I would go in a couple years. I even attempted a few times to go to seminary at home. I was accepted and signed up for classes twice, but didn't follow through for one reason or another. <br />
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In Kentucky, I began to see my generation...full of potential, a fresh, creative soul with wounds so deep... and a passion for everything real... a generation longing to be connected to the Creator of creativity and the Father to the fatherless... My heart began to cry out for my generation and look for ways to pastor the heart of this generation... <br />
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Well, last February, almost six years later, burnt out for the third time in five years, I decided it was time. I was accepted to my dream seminary... Fuller Theological Seminary... I was moving to California...as far away from Kentucky and all of my perceived failures as I could possibly go. I was finally pursuing my M.Div... finally someone would take me seriously! I was so excited about the possiblities of being immersed in studies on the sunny West Coast, surrounded by diversity... <br />
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But then, God stepped in. He reminded me about the school I oringally planned to attend. It was in no place exciting...land-locked, extremely humid & hot in summer and icy cold in winter... the people white, inbred and with A/G on their underwear... (please do not be offended... this was my perspective). At first, I had no interest, but then I knew...this where I need to be. I began to get excited. I visited this smaller midwest college town, had two interviews and two weeks later...I moved here in the dead heat of summer.<br />
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Um, yes, I did. I started working full time and it barely paid the bills. I was a secretary again. I was miserable. But, hey, at least I had insurance ... and most of my co-workers were Christians. And, they said they would work with my school schedule. <br />
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Over the summer, I became involved in a community of Christians...young adults specifically. It is everything I had been praying for God to develop back in Kentucky...but is was here, in the center of the A/G universe and I was completely shocked. Did I fail to mention I tend to see people and everything else through the lens of prophetic potential? I see them as they are becoming...and so it makes loving them as they are so much easier... I fell head over heels for what God is doing here... and it soon became all I could think about and pray for... <br />
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Enter my first semester of seminary. I am pretty stupid and idealistic sometimes. Who thinks they can go to seminary... work forty hours a week...study Greek in a distance course... be SUPER involved in a church community/ministry...have a social life...hang out with international students...lead a small group... and sleep?? This girl right here...silly old me!! EPIC FAIL.<br />
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Long story a little shorter than it actually is. I chose to engage this community first. I was working and trying to study and enraptured with deep thoughts of what God is doing here... I began to get sick. Something that is a classic sign that I've overdone it... BIG PROBLEM when you have a probationary period for work. Over six months of work I missed 2.5 days due to sickness... and I lost my job ... never had that happen before...ever... let's talk about humble pie. <br />
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To make things more complicated, this semester made me really begin to question my motives for going to seminary. I did not enjoy one moment... well, except for the class on Gender & Culture...but I was frustrated about not being able to engage it enough. Most of the time, I felt completely frustrated with the entire process... and disconnected from seminary life... and felt like I was an orange in a basket of apples. When the spring semester class list came out, all of the course times conflicted with my work schedule. I decided that I would take a semester off and pray about my seminary investment. Registration ended on a Friday, I lost my job on the following Monday.<br />
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So, suddenly I find myself in a town I tolerate with nothing to show for the past six months but a great group of friends and an epic failure in the rest of life. That brings us up-to-date...<br />
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</div>Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-35024770093362842592011-12-18T16:13:00.001-06:002011-12-18T21:46:50.068-06:00Advent 2011: My JesusI have been doing some writing for my <a href="http://20twentylife.org/">church community</a> over the Advent season. I've been asked to post them online. So here goes... I pray that these will bless you and encourage you as you draw nearer to Christ this year... see Him and know that He sees you! Much love, Rachel<br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;"><u>Week 1: My Jesus-Hope</u></span></strong><br />
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To be human is to know suffering. <br />
From the moment we are born, we are walking targets for pain and sorrow. <br />
Life is full of mysteries. <br />
Moments of asking, “Why?” <br />
Failure. Rejection. <br />
Unrequited love. <br />
Abuse. Abandonment. <br />
An empty womb.<br />
Sickness. Loneliness.<br />
Tragedy. Poverty. <br />
Feeling Forgotten and Invisible.<br />
It is tempting to become cynical or bitter. <br />
Sometimes we find ourselves believing, there is no point...<br />
But, to be human is to embrace Hope.<br />
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Hope is a seed of promise <br />
Burrowed deeply into the soil of the soul, <br />
Small and seemingly insignificant, <br />
This seed bears internally the DNA of something far greater than itself<br />
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Hope is Truth planted firmly in the center of the heart<br />
Like a flag that stands unwavering in the midst of a battle to remind soldiers what they’re fighting for.<br />
Like a focal point upon which a weary woman fixes her gaze for strength to endure through long hours of labor<br />
Like a final exam in the final course of one’s final semester, Hope says “You can do it.”<br />
Like a candle that flickers in the early morning hours just before dawn,<br />
Hope constantly reminds us that “the best is yet to come.”<br />
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Hope whispers in the darkness…<br />
This seed will one day be a strong oak and become a resting place for hopeful souls<br />
This battle will be won and another generation will live free <br />
This child will be born and a new life will be lived<br />
This diploma will be received and a career will begin<br />
This sunrise will fill the morning sky and light will nourish creation.<br />
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Hope is a voice crying in the desert…<br />
Hope is a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes<br />
Hope is a boy who teaches men with wisdom far beyond his years<br />
Hope is a man who fulfills promise after promise in daily obedience<br />
Hope is a man who causes the blind to see, the deaf to hear and the lame to walk<br />
Hope is a man who washes the feet of his followers<br />
Hope is a man who willingly bears the burden of humanity’s hopelessness-- even unto death<br />
Hope is an empty grave and a resurrected body<br />
Hope is a city with eternal foundations filled with the souls who have lived by faith<br />
Hope is a soon returning, glorious King…<br />
Hope is Jesus.<br />
My Jesus, My Hope.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>Scripture Reading: Hebrews 10:36-11:1 (NLT)</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">So do not throw away this confident trust in the Lord. Remember the great reward it brings you! Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that He has promised. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">“For in just a little while, the Coming One will come and not delay.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">And my righteous ones will live by faith.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">But I will take no pleasure in anyone who turns away.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">But we are not like those who turn away from God to their own destruction. We are the faithful ones, whose souls will be saved.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Faith is the confidence that what we HOPE for will actually happen;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.</span></div><br />
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<strong><u><span style="color: #990000;">Week 2: My Jesus-Peace</span></u></strong> <br />
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A king once asked his subjects to draw a picture of peace. The king narrowed down the pictures to two finalists. One painting was a calm lake, with a clear sky and majestic mountains. The other was the same setting, but the sky was black and stormy, the lake rough and choppy. In a small tree sat a bird in its nest. <br />
The king decided that the stormy picture best represented peace in his kingdom. The subjects were shocked. They wondered how he could choose such a frightening picture to represent peace. But the king pointed out the bird sitting quietly in its nest in the midst of the storm in the winning painting and announced, <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">"Peace is not the absence of noise, trouble or hard work. It is to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart."*</span></div><br />
The world we live in defines peace as <br />
The absence of strife and turmoil<br />
Void of problems and disappointment<br />
Peace is defined by a smooth, ripple-free lake <br />
Not a cloud in the sky<br />
This peace is rare and elusive<br />
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Jesus is the Prince of Peace<br />
He promises peace <br />
to all who come to Him<br />
His peace is eternal<br />
Steady and consistent<br />
It enables us <br />
to sleep in storms<br />
to walk on water<br />
to be rejected<br />
to face death<br />
And to keep standing firm<br />
His peace is a nest <br />
Precariously resting on a bent sapling<br />
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Two kinds of peace,<br />
One is elusive, demanding us to strive for perfection <br />
The other is certain, requiring us to rest in His Perfection<br />
Which will you choose?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>Scripture Reading: John 14:27</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">“I am leaving you with a gift- peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.” </span></div><br />
<em>*The fable about the king is not original. It is an anonymous tale shared with me by my lovely sister :-)</em> <br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;"><u>Week 3: My Jesus-Joy</u></span></strong> <br />
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“Let Us make humankind in Our Own Image…” <br />
With those words, Creator God became involved in the human story<br />
He knelt down to earth<br />
Formed anatomy with His own hands<br />
Vessels of flesh and bone,<br />
Into which He breathed His Life<br />
When He was finished, He stepped back and said,<br />
“Now that is good!”<br />
And on the seventh day, He rested<br />
Enjoying His children, the bearers of His image<br />
And His Joy was complete.<br />
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However, in an instant,<br />
The Father’s joy turned to sorrow<br />
His children disobeyed.<br />
All creation turned against Him<br />
Death began its slow decay <br />
Pain commenced its harsh reign<br />
Hatred’s seed was sown<br />
And in that moment,<br />
He promised, He would not rest again <br />
Until His Joy could be restored<br />
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Over the years,<br />
His promise prevailed<br />
Jehovah Jireh, The One who makes a way<br />
Remained with His children<br />
After the flood, He sent the rainbow<br />
In the desert, He walked <br />
With Abraham, Isaac and Jacob<br />
In Egypt, He preserved Moses<br />
And raised him up to lead His children<br />
Out of captivity and into the land of promise<br />
It was His hand that toppled the walls of Jericho<br />
His wisdom, courage and strength enabled Deborah, Gideon and Samson<br />
Every move, intentional<br />
Until His Joy could be restored<br />
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The Father’s heart broke <br />
When His children chose a human king<br />
Still He gave them Saul and then David<br />
He wept as time and again<br />
His children rejected Him<br />
And the consequences of their own disobedience<br />
Destroyed them repeatedly<br />
Yet, His promise prevailed<br />
Until His joy could be restored<br />
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Finally, Immanuel, God with us,<br />
Chose once again to step down to earth<br />
To take on human anatomy and be born as a baby<br />
He was received in humility and raised in obscurity<br />
He spoke with authority, proving His Deity<br />
And still He was rejected.<br />
Hung on a cross and laid in a tomb.<br />
He didn’t have to, but He did<br />
Because His promise prevailed<br />
Until His joy could be restored<br />
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Then BOOM<br />
On the third day, He rolled out of the tomb<br />
Proving His Love by conquering Death,<br />
He returned to the Father<br />
Promising His children<br />
Trust Me, I will return<br />
Please wait for Me<br />
I am sending a Comforter to BE with you<br />
Until Our Joy can be restored<br />
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Since that time,<br />
Freedom from Death has been possible<br />
His Comfort has been available in sorrow<br />
His Power has been present in weakness<br />
For those who trust Him,<br />
For those who call Him, <em>Abba</em>, Father<br />
But, there is a day coming!<br />
We will see Him, Face to face<br />
Once again, we will be like Him<br />
He will rest as He enjoys the delight of His children<br />
And His Joy will be complete<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>Scripture Reading: John 15:7-11 ESV </strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. 8By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. 9 As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. 11These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.</span></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #990000;"><u>Week 4: My Jesus-Love</u></span></strong> <br />
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There is nothing more beautiful <br />
Than a woman who knows she is loved<br />
Her eyes full of confidence, her voice steady<br />
She stands strong in the face of uncertainty<br />
She overcomes adversity with courage<br />
Nothing can shake her assurance<br />
Such a woman is “fearsome to behold”<br />
She knows to whom she belongs<br />
There is no lingering question <br />
There is no doubt<br />
She is loved.<br />
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On a wedding day,<br />
It is not the white dress<br />
That captivates a groom<br />
It is the look of utmost confidence <br />
In the eyes of the woman he loves<br />
On that day the two dream and hope<br />
Certain that in the days to come,<br />
No matter what comes their way<br />
She is loved, He is loved.<br />
Their love will be enough.<br />
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Nonetheless<br />
Even the love of a good man <br />
Cannot complete a woman.<br />
Hard times come, Hopes dwindle<br />
Promises fail, Unexpected tragedy strikes<br />
Again and again, Confidence wavers<br />
Human love can only promise so much<br />
Yes, hard times make one stronger<br />
Love deepens<br />
And yet sometimes love breaks<br />
Human love will never completely fulfill<br />
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Yet there is Love that is stronger than death<br />
Love that acknowledges…<br />
“You are not enough, but I AM.”<br />
“You are weak, yet I AM strong.”<br />
In our imperfections,<br />
Love becomes even more perfect.<br />
Love is the eternal arms<br />
And the burning eyes <br />
Of a soon returning King<br />
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Jesus, The King of Glory chose you.<br />
He is preparing a place for you.<br />
One day soon He will return for His Bride, The Church<br />
To the Father and all of the heavens<br />
With fire in His eyes, He will say,<br />
“This is her, the one who has ravished my heart.”<br />
In that day, we will be with Him and He with us!<br />
The Bride of Christ will be fierce and beautiful,<br />
Confident, whole and secure.<br />
For she will dwell in this truth,<br />
She is loved with an everlasting love!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>SCRIPTURE READING: EPHESIANS 3:14-21</strong></span><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">14 When I think of all this, I fall to my knees and pray to the Father, 15 the Creator of everything in heaven and on earth.16 I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. 17 Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. 18 And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. 19 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">20 Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. 21 Glory to him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen.</span></div>Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-45890672004560704962011-10-22T14:56:00.001-05:002011-10-22T22:10:22.737-05:00You cannot "unplug" from true community...I've been chewing on a cultural buzzword lately. It seems like everyone is enamored with the concept of "community"... We all want it... But do we even know what it looks like?<br />
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It seems like our generation idealizes community. We were raised watching shows like <em>Friends, Seinfeld, & The Office</em>, etc. It seems that we view community as a group of dysfunctional people who have no boundaries and who live together. Or we view community as a social organization that meets & works together semi-regularly...wearing cool t-shirts, doing good deeds and playing fun games. <br />
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Most often, culture defines community. In western culture (US, Canada, Europe), we value individualism. From the time we are born, we are taught to say "I did it all by myself." Let's call this an "I-self" culture. We define community as a network of <em>individuals</em> who have something in common (a set of beliefs, a location, a hobby, etc) who get together regularly around this commonality. Within this cultural context, being part of community is a choice. At the same time, one can choose to disengage community pretty easily. Unfortunately, when community becomes a burden or encroaches upon our personal goals or values, we tend to take a step back.<br />
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However, eastern cultures (India, Middle East, Asia) view community as one's total identity. <em>Individuals</em> do not exist within community. Let's call this a "We-self" culture. Community is one's essence..one's livelihood, one's sense of being whole. An individual does not make a decision without the rest of the community weighing in on it... To make an independent decision within such a culture is to successfully tear one's self out of the community... In some extreme situations, this could lead to death... and most certainly leads to being ostracized and becoming an outcast... Here is a more specific understanding of this concept, suppose an individual within a "We-self" culture makes a decision to embrace a different religion. This is huge for someone to even get to this point... So, once this person makes the bold move to leave their entire sense of self and cling to something else... they are free falling...unless there is another community present to catch and envelope them :-)<br />
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Acts 2 describes a catalystic moment.<br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: blue;">42 All the believers devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching, and to fellowship, and to sharing in meals (including the Lord’s Supper), and to prayer.</span></strong></em><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: blue;">43 A deep sense of awe came over them all, and the apostles performed many miraculous signs and wonders. 44 And all the believers met together in one place and shared everything they had. 45 They sold their property and possessions and shared the money with those in need. 46 They worshiped together at the Temple each day, met in homes for the Lord’s Supper, and shared their meals with great joy and generosity—47 all the while praising God and enjoying the goodwill of all the people. And each day the Lord added to their fellowship those who were being saved.</span></strong></em><br />
Last I checked, Israel sits smack dab in the heart of the Middle East... Culturally, we're talking, "We-self" ... The nation of Israel embraced Judaism. You were either born a Jew, or you were not. So, when Jesus preached about denying self, taking up one's cross and following Him...He was speaking to the heart of the issue... To acknowledge Jesus as Messiah meant denial of an entire sense of self. He was saying.. Prepare to be rejected. Prepare to be ostracized...and cast out of your family. Quite possibly, prepare to die. Before Jesus went to be with the Father, He promised to send the Holy Spirit to empower His followers and to give them what they need to live for Him. He told them, "Go to Jerusalem and wait...the promise will come..." On the day of Pentecost (Acts 1), 120 people were huddled in a little room, desperately waiting for this promise... they probably didn't know what to expect... so when the Holy Spirit invaded the room... it had to be a little crazy. They were caught up in the moment and people in the streets thought they were drunk! Peter, a guy who was usually all passion and very little knowledge, steps up and starts waxing eloquently...sharing the gospel and inviting people to follow Jesus!! And BOOM 3,000 people (all from "We-self" communities) made a supernatural decision. What had been a weekend trip to Jerusalem, now became an indefinite stay with a bunch of strangers... <br />
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Imagine trying to pastor this community! So, this band of people who had just lost all sense of identity are doing life together...living around the teachings of Jesus... I'd say that is a little inconvenient. I could write a series of blogs about cultural dynamics of NT Church community (maybe I will, but lots of people have already done that). What I find most interesting about the NT Church is the role that community played in spreading the gospel of Christ...and establishing God's Kingdom. Community was the lifeline... I tend to think that the NT Church community gave new believers the courage to step out and follow Jesus (to the point of death). In my western, many-times-removed culture, I know this applies to me...but I have a difficult time wrapping my mind and heart around it...for application sake. <br />
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In the American Church, we want community... we talk about the New Testament church and make efforts to create our version of community. But seldom do we find it. Community is not an event. It is not a group on FB, nor the number of friends who post scriptures in your newsfeed... (Although, they're great tools). I think in our "I-self" culture, community is the cross that we bear. When Jesus tells us to deny ourselves, He says...deny your individual, "all-by-myself" mindset..reach out and receive what others offer..And/or "stop looking out for number one, BE PRESENT." When He says follow Him, He means...go throughout your day looking for what He's doing...and BE there. <br />
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Community is being present to the Holy Spirit and to each other... The study notes in the Spirit-Filled Life Bible define <em>koinonia</em>, the Greek word for community used in Acts, as follows...<br />
<strong><em><span style="color: blue;">"Sharing, unity, close association, partnership, participation, a society, a communion, a fellowship, contributory help,brotherhood.... the individual shares in common the intimate bond of fellowship with the rest of the Christian society.... it cements believers to the Lord Jesus and each other." </span></em></strong><br />
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It CEMENTS us to each other? Um, my individual "I-self" nature does not like this!! Lately, I've been encountering the "messiness" of community... and each time, I am presented with a choice... Will you engage and be present...REALLY present? Or, will you unplug and come back when things are convenient? I cannot say that I have always made the best choice... but I'm learning that there's joy in choosing community... in partnering with the Holy Spirit. Community is not God, but it is a reflection of His heart... <br />
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On another note, how can we ask people to follow Jesus Christ without offering to be a safe place for them? We need to be willing to walk with them as they disengage their past identity and put on the identity of Jesus. We help by demonstrating the Love of Jesus in Community... right?<br />
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There are so many layers to unpack in this concept... I hate leaving something unresolved... but for now I will leave it... What do you think??Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-75466847404464113092011-09-15T19:36:00.002-05:002011-09-15T19:51:40.567-05:00Hold My HandNothing moves me more than seeing two life-weathered people deeply in love. I love seeing that look in their eye that says, "I'm yours & you are mine." I love when a couple has been married longer than they were not married...how they still tease one another relentlessly & then moments later they say, "This is my best friend." it speaks so much to me about God's intentions for us to love deeply, fiercely & loyally...till death do us part. <br />
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I work in an orthopedics office. About 90% of our clientele come to us because their bodies are getting older and it's time for a knee or hip replacement. But several times a day, a little couple will shuffle up to my window... Tell me some good stories on their way out the door. What just melts my little romantic heart is when they begin to leave, they help each other gather up purse, hat, paperwork, etc and then reach for each other's hands. They walk away together. Usually one is protective of the other... Today, i checked out a lady who was a little wobbly and before she could even turn to leave I heard her husband say..."hold my hand." She reached for his hand and he took it, kissed it & tucked it under his arm, safe & secure... They shuffled arm in arm out the door. All I could do was watch... That simple act of loving endearment took my breath away...<br />
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One of my life goals is to marry my best friend & to celebrate our 50th anniversary. I want the joy of shuffling through even the toughest seasons with someone who will say, "Hold my hand..." now, I could turn this to a spiritual metaphor... In fact, the Lord has said that to me :-) I am grateful that He does hold my hand through all of life's journey. But today, I want to express how beautiful that human relationship is...that intricate & intimate friendship called marriage. Hollywood cannot hold a candle to this kind of romance... Wrinkles, warts & broken hips...love only deepens.<br />
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How beautiful :-)Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-58593731706232723062011-08-14T00:27:00.003-05:002012-08-28T08:45:14.405-05:00Coming out of hiding...I've been reading a book by Brennan Manning called, "Posers, Fakers & Wannabes"... So far (I'm not very far) I have more questions than answers. Recently, a dear friend responded to me, "welcome to seminary..." Manning talks about how we have a tendency to hide who we really are...we pretend to be something we're not...someone we wish we were ... Because we think people can't handle the "real" self. I've been saying I struggle with this for a long time and I decided to "unmask" a little bit...<br />
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<strong>Who is Rachel? </strong><br />
She is the oldest daughter of two very human, very passionate ministers. People who have interesting stories and who are all-around sacrificing, Jesus-loving people. Rachel was raised to love people...to love Jesus...to serve. Rachel is a lover of all things creative. She is a closet musician, not disciplined enough to play the piano publicly and not confident enough to call herself a singer. Rachel loves getting lost in good fiction, fiction that probably doesn't qualify as literature, but oh well. Rachel loves words... Any kind, any language (well, not necessarily dirty words). Rachel enjoys thinking (although she tends to OVER think everything!) ... She always thinks in metaphors and gets excited about the big picture. She day dreams of traveling... Walking through historic towns, listening to others' accented stories...basking in natural beauties: mountains, oceans, forests filled with giant trees.. Rachel has a vivid imagination. She tends to give inanimate objects personalities, voices & opinions. Rachel loves characters... Quirky people. Rachel enjoys listening and helping others understand life, love & other mysteries..especially where God is concerned. Rachel likes to try her hand at creative things like knitting, painting, cooking, decorating & pottery. She enjoys being with people (even when we just go to walmart, if we're together...I enjoy it. Rachel tends to talk a lot! She gets really excited and wants to share everything with someone willing to listen. Rachel loves taking care of people...seeing people grow, change & become. Rachel loves learning new things... Really! She likes to be right, rarely is wrong...and always tries to have the last word:-/ she hates arguing over stupid things...can't stand when people are being devalued or put down. Rachel longs for restoration of relationships & identity. Rachel loves surprises...mainly because it is so hard to surprise her. She's a hopeless romantic and she dreams of a man who will treasure her. Rachel tends to love fiercely and tends to love too much.... She tends to expect herself to be perfect, while all the while knowing, she is far from perfect. Rachel feels least comfortable with her peers ... But it seems that God keeps calling her to serve them. She tends to be extremely intimidated by leaders..to the point of ridiculousness. She avoids putting herself out there because at some level she fears being told go back to the kitchen or go get a husband and come back later... Rachel is a nurturer, a discipler...a spiritual mother. Rachel dreams of having a husband and lots of children...but shies away from anyone in whom she is truly interested...somehow believing he won't feel the same ... Rachel is a perfectionist yet a procrastinator. She's an idealist... She loves to laugh... She loves to dance... She has a deep longing to play a vital role in something bigger than herself... She loves tradition but hates when people do things out of tradition. She lives coziness...being at home curled up on the couch...Rachel loves holding babies and talking to middle school boys in all of their awkwardness. She loves to write and is a firm believer in journaling...it's strong medicine for a weary soul. She dreams of writing for a living, but can't seem to focus long enough to write anything. She has too many causes...she is passionate about justice or rather bringing justice to those who have been treated injustly. She is actually an introvert who loves being with people. Family means the world to her and she loves sharing her family with others.<br />
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<strong>Rachel has learned to live hidden away. </strong><br />
She rarely lets others into her heart or life beyond what she thinks is safe. She has learned to maximize her gift for administration to make a place for herself. She likes routine and order except she often fails to keep it in her personal life. Rachel does not like not winning and failure...at times, she avoids doing things she loves because she does not want to fail. Rachel is a leader who prefers to lead from backstage, but who will step up if no one else does. She often feels misunderstood, taken for granted and not taken seriously. But she's beginning to realize that may be an internal issue. Rachel is pretty complicated.<br />
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She is trying not to hide anymore. She doesn't like to hide. She wants to know & be known. She wants someone to hear her... She wants someone to want to listen...to want to be near her heart & not to be satisfied with her shell, what she shows when she's afraid:-)<br />
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<strong>Rachel knows God loves her...</strong>Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-60582036313218835572011-08-06T23:59:00.000-05:002011-08-06T23:59:37.412-05:00A needle in a pile of needles...So, I've been In Springfield for two months... Life has been good. If not overwhelming. New town. New home. New job. New church. New friends... I've been thrilled because I'm certain being right where I need to be... Over these past few weeks ice felt like I've been riding an emotional roller coaster. Sometimes... I just get tired of being the "new girl" everywhere I go. I've been telling myself that it will get better, and it has been slowly getting better. Who would have thought a girl go through culture shock just moving to Springfield? Sometimes I have found myself just wishing for something...someone familiar. Haha, at times I've rejoiced over wandering through Dillon's, a Kroger owned store chain, it has a hint of home in it... A friend of mine has been telling me to give myself grace...I'm really trying...really! Sometimes it would be nice to just get a good warm, familiar family/friend hug!!! No words, just someone elses strength.<br />
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On that note, I am really excited about the new community God is planting me in :-) <a href="http://www.20twentylife.org">20twenty</a> is unlike any church I've ever been privileged to be a part of... More on that later...<br />
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I've been reflecting ;-)when I was in college, I had a friend who compared our season of training together to being "a needle in a stack of needles" ... You see she was talking about coming from home where finding like-minded, talented leader types was like finding a needle in a haystack...she was unique, she stood out...everyone loved her, but at Southeastern she was just like everyone else...speared trying to lead a bunch of leaders. As our conversation continued, we discussed how sometimes leaders just need to learn to follow. Right now, I find myself back in that place ...being a leader with a lot of leaders. I'm trying to learn the art of leading myself, being myself ... While still being willing to humble myself and be led. Truth be told, i like following ... When i trust my leader (which i do, probably for the first time in my life) I'm trying to find my way to that place where I'm being true to the call of God and the leadership God has placed in my life. It's not always easy or comfortable, but it's exciting because I'm part of something bigger than myself...something I truly believe in... This is where I am supposed to be. This is the Body of Christ, no big I's & little you's...we all have roles to fill...the purpose is to find that role and To fill it with all your might...so here I go!Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-58783917867544118922011-07-06T23:23:00.000-05:002012-09-01T21:04:10.856-05:00Community: My Mama told me..."In order to have friends, one must show oneself friendly..." I know that's in the Bible somewhere...but to be honest, I'm not sure where it is at this moment?<br />
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I've lived my whole life trying to live by that principle. It seems simple enough... the unstated expectation is that being friendly should bring about long-lasting, life-giving friendship but...not so much! Honestly, I've found that when I genuinely offer my friendship to others, it is rare to have it reciprocated in kind. Especially within the Christian world, we're good at the initial expression... Maybe. But when it all boils down, it is awkward or uncomfortable to truly connect...we'd rather have 998 Facebook friends and tell 2345 followers on Twitter what we had for breakfast. I recently took a sabbatical from Facebook and it took most of my friends almost a month to notice! Community has become a cultural buzzword... One that I doubt this generation truly understands.<br />
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Loneliness is one of the most prevalent problems of our day...even though we are the most socially-networked people in history. What is community? What is the difference between a clique and community? <br />
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I think community requires much more from Us than what most people are willing to offer. It requires being present to people... Even when we things on our agenda...or when we feel uncomfortable...it is praying for & reaching out to someone outside of the social scene. Community is a commitment to accountability ... A willingness to receive criticism & correction, as well as to offer it when necessary. Community is inconvenient. Most of us are only cool with community when we choose it...thus can be seen in how we choose out churches, "it just doesn't 't have what I'm looking for...I wasn't getting fed..." it 's still about me...not about you...or God, for that matter...<br />
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But what happens when God calls an individual into a community? What happens when the "Golden Rule" of community doesn't work?What if people reject one's friendliness or at least do not reciprocate it? How does someone continue to be in community? Community is awkward. I wish I knees how to get people to take interest beyond the surface?<br />
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Whatever happened to...be a father to the fatherless & husband to the widow? just sayin'.Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-165939108371662172011-07-04T11:58:00.000-05:002011-07-04T11:58:22.923-05:00My heart is SO full... Jesus is incredible! I don't know if you've ever experienced the love of God in a tangible way...I have. It is a daily occurrence. For many Years I have "served" the Lord. But God's love is deep...my relationship is so much more than servanthood and even friendship...it is a romance. <br />
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It is the subtle glances,the sweet unexpected stolen moments, the whispers of love and gentle caresses that keep love alive. And then every so often, there are the moments to revel in...the moments that go in one's journal...the moments that overwhelm your senses leaving you breathless...your mind racing...in those moments, your heart snaps a photograph... You will always cling to that moment as precious...<br />
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Love can become familiar and routine...and that is dangerous. Loving someone is as much about the daily things as the grand gestures...the roles we play in one another's lives. Protection. Comfort. Nurture. Provision. Those roles are a faithful expression...a daily statement of "I love you. I am yours and you are mine." As humans, we tend to settle into the dailyness of loving each other practically and forget about the romance...<br />
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Walking with Jesus can become like that...loving Him can be more about what we do than about being together...listening to each other...being near each other...<br />
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So whenever a moment comes along to revel in the romance...it deepens the daily. I love to experience that romance :-) it is heavenly (no pun intended) I recently had a precious encounter with Jesus... So unexpected and sweet. If you've never known God's love...NOTHING compares to it... I pray that you will go after Jesus, actually, take time to listen...he is pursuing you, whether you know it or not. Let Him love you...respond to His great love! It will mess you up...Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-55450291457505267792011-06-12T10:59:00.000-05:002011-06-12T10:59:05.641-05:00The "God's Will Game" is No Game :-)So ... I have been going through a major shift in plans! There has been so much uncertainty along the way... I wanted to wait to spill the beans until I knew everything was definite. I am mostly packed and I an planning to move in the morning so I think it is safe to share now :-) <br />
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I am no longer moving to CA to go to Fuller, I am heading to Springfield, MO to attend the Assemblies of God Theological Seminary! It's funny how God brings us full circle with ourselves and His plans. I am of the the notion that God has a perfect and permissive will. Whe we live our lives God-ward...our hearts and minds focused on pleasing Him, He leads us. However, as I have experienced, there are occasional forks in the road where it seems like I ask God, "which way now?" and He says,"which do you want to go, daughter?"of course, God's will is one of those deep theological topics that none of us are ever quite sure of. There have been a few places in my life like thar so far...almost like Father God says,"Rachel, I AM with you...I AM leading you...choose a direction, either way you choose, My Will us going to be accomplished."<br />
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Now don't write a doctrinal statement on my life experience...but here is where the mystery takes place...Proverbs 16:9 says, "In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." it is almost like our Father enjoys letting us choose the adventure We ant and then He holds our hand and tweaks the journey as we go. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of attending a certain school, Evangel University. I was going to major in Spanish Ed, meet and marry a missionary ...we would have 4 kids and change the world! :-) the problem was that when choosing a college, I visited said school and felt zero peace about it. Instead, the Lord led me to Southeastern. I did not study Spanish Ed... I tried Education ... But ended up studying missions. There were several springs in my time there, but no rings :-) I had it in mind to hit the map and to start blazing a trail through all of the nations in my heart ...but God. He stopped me just before graduation and said ... "Will you return to KY (home)?" after saying no three times,I went home. After choosing KY, I also felt a leading to get my M. Div at AGTS but ... That required living in "Misery" and I was called to KY ... So that was a no-go :-) fast forward 5+ years...getting licensed and ordained with the KY Ministry Network...a 2 year urban youth pastor position, a maternity home season, a couple times with Teen Challenge...a season of church revitalization attempts... Working with an awesome church plant that is focused on reaching MY generation... Meeting a slew of amazing, unique and completely raw friends...applying to and being accepted at Asbury, Xavier & Fuller ... <br />
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Now here I am...a couple of months ago, in the midst of my striving to move to Pasadena, I felt the Lord take my hand and say, "wait, slow down...I showed you where to go a long tine ago." So, I started re-applying to AGTS. That's when things started moving pretty fast. I spent last week in Springfield...and it was the opposite of misery...it felt like that place called "there" that I've been searching for ... Long story short... When God is in it, He provides...in the last three hours of the last day in Springfield, I was hired to work for a Great organization and got a cute little apartment... I have packed my car and mom's as tight as they can be and tomorrow we launch out for Springfield!!<br />
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Something else pretty cool...God is into details :-) there is a major consolidation process taking place with three schools in Springfield, including AGTS, if all goes as is expected... I will probably be graduating from Evangel after all :-)<br />
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My heart is full... I have so much to share... I will just have to get back into the swing of posting on here!Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786016029538374168.post-88307314754881063102011-04-18T09:19:00.000-05:002011-04-18T09:19:59.036-05:00I WANT THE CROSS!Every year when Easter comes, I think about the cross...if I can make it through the Passion of the Christ, I try to spend time reflecting on what Jesus did at the cross...<br />
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The other day I thought about something... <br />
Jesus died so that He could be raised from the dead.<br />
COOL!<br />
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Wait, hold on, He died for my sins? The wages of sin is death, right?<br />
So, Jesus died so that I wouldn't have to die...right?<br />
But everyone still dies...<br />
Ok, Rachel, really? What about John 3:16? It says that anyone who believes in Him will not perish (die) but have ETERNAL life..<br />
Very Metaphysical...<br />
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What about this...?<br />
"Then he said to the crowd, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me. If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake, you will save it." Luke 9:23-24<br />
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And, this...<br />
"For God's way of making us right with himself depends on faith. I want to know Christ and experience the mighty power that raised him from the dead. I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, so that one way or another I will experience the resurrection from the dead!" Phil. 3:9-11<br />
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It seems that about every 6 hours over the past few weeks I have been hearing these two verses. And I must admit that I often wrestle with how they are worked out in my life...<br />
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Jesus loves me, THIS I know.<br />
Jesus died on the cross for my sins.<br />
Jesus died so that He could be raised from the dead...in power!<br />
Jesus died so that I could live...but...<br />
Jesus died so that I could die?<br />
Jesus was raised from the dead...so that I could be raised from the dead...<br />
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WAIT, I'm dead? How am I dead...I'm writing this blog...<br />
"For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God." 1 Corinthian 1:18<br />
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<div>Let me work through my thoughts...</div><ul><li>Jesus died to the POWER of sin (ultimate death, separation from God, immorality) ...</li>
<li>His resurrection showed that JESUS IS MORE POWERFUL THAN SIN!</li>
<li>When, I accept Jesus as my LORD, I have to die to my sinful nature...</li>
<li>I, in essence, lose my own personal sovereignty and give Him control...</li>
<li>In return for my "death" to sin, Jesus gives me the same POWER OVER SIN!!</li>
<li>The SAME power that RAISED CHRIST from the dead...</li>
<li>DWELLS...resides and has AUTHORITY...in ME...and you (if Jesus is your Lord)</li>
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COOL! (for lack of a better word)<br />
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<div> So, I have to choose to walk in submission to the authority of Jesus Christ...</div><div>That is the key to victory... </div><div><strong><em>I have to be so..."into who HE IS, that I step away from who I am..." </em></strong></div><div>(thank you, Steve Axtell)</div><br />
<div> </div><div>I find myself in a crux...I know what I am to do...but I am SO quick to forget...</div><div> </div><div>How do I deny myself, take up my cross and follow Jesus daily?</div><div>What does that look like?</div><div> </div><div>My prayer must become...I WANT THE CROSS... I want to live in the victory of death to sin... I must choose to EMBRACE Christ's deliberate decision to lay His life down...and lay mine down... in meekness (controlled power)...submission to the greater Authority ... Christ in me...my HOPE </div><ul><li>I must serve instead of looking to be served</li>
<li>I must deny my need to be "right" </li>
<li>I must deny my "right" to be heard or get even</li>
<li>I must choose to stand firm on TRUTH not on societal norms</li>
<li>I must be willing to be a peacemaker even when I'm the brunt of the attack</li>
<li>I must be willing to prefer my brother/sister even when they despise me</li>
<li>I must be willing to suffer for the sake of being right before God...rather than men...even when those men are my brothers...</li>
<li>I must be willing to walk by faith, not by sight...</li>
<li>I must be willing to become less so that Jesus and His LOVE may be put on display and become more!</li>
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<div> </div>...I WANT THE CROSS! Oh that each day would be lived out embracing a lifestyle of submission to His authority... Teach me, Jesus...help me walk this out...Rachel Leonardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10130833908873263282noreply@blogger.com0