Good-byes

I have trouble with good-byes.  If you ask my daughters, whenever they visit our home and then when departure time comes I cry.  Mind you it’s all good.  I am happy for my children who have grown into women who I am very proud along with their loving husbands and homes of their own.  Yet, despite these good things I miss them.  I had them for a season in my home, where I loved and cherished them as best I could.  But as in all parental relationships, it changes, children grow and move on and it is healthy and good.

Ezer is saying good-bye.  The purpose of it has played out.  It has encouraged the inclusion of women in the body of Christ on many levels.  It has promoted an awareness of the strength that women have by their very name and call.  It has encouraged women to dig deeper in their relationships with God and others.  We’ve had some great times.

This is a good thing.  The wisdom to let go and not continue things past their time is part of the wresting that the team of Ezer has worked through these last several months.  Lots of prayers, lots of conversation and lots of wrestling.  Ezer is ready to fly out of the nest.  The truth of Ezer is being worked out in women being given more opportunities in ministry and in this we rejoice.

As women are included in the body, the gifting of women is available for all.  The needs of women will still be addressed but it will take another form.  It has to, we’ve changed.  God is calling us to a great work, a partnership in ministry with our brothers.  I picture men and women in locked arms, united in purpose and focus to the glory of our God.

The women who made up the Ezer team will still be doing ministry.  I love each one of them and have been grateful for their faithful service.  I have loved serving you in the position of leader.  God has taught me so much.

I will be continuing to serve women in the fellowship group ministry as coordinator.  I will continue to encourage women in their relationships with God.  I will also continue to write a blog, but at another site.  If you would like to follow me as I yes, once again continue to learn and grow in my relationship with God the website is:

http://lori-httplori-learningtodanceblogspot.blogspot.com/

It’s called Learning to Dance.  It’s in reference to my beautiful bridegroom, Jesus Christ and a desire to become an incredible dancer in those arms with abandoned joy!  Thank you for reading my ramblings, thank you for your encouragements and thoughts.  I’d love to continue conversations and if you’d like I would enjoy nothing more than talking about our great God and the work He’s called all of us to as His Beautiful Bride!

God’s grace and love abound to each of you more and more,

Lori

Maturity

Throughout scripture there is a consistent theme of growing in maturity.  The assumption made is that every individual who comes into a relationship with Christ will change.  Transformation is a new creation process that is imparted to every new birth.  This is not an option.  The consequence of friendship with the One and Only God is life changing.  I think anyone who professes Christ would agree with the above statements, yet there often seems to be resistance to change.  If we are growing in understanding it demands change.  To not adjust and change might reflect a lack of desire or a lack of learning.  Or if we are totally honest do we really want to play it safe?  It’s comfortable to be in what is known and seen.  It’s nice to settle into traditions that have been passed down from generations of long ago.  Yet, I wonder in these settled places of foundational bulwarks have we built on understandings of times past that may need some adjustments?  I’m not concluding we throw out the foundations of our faith, but look at them with new eyes, new hearts and new attitudes.  We don’t like asking hard questions, it makes us uncomfortable.  But hard questions must be asked to dig deeper, understand more profoundly and grow.  God is not threatened by such questions; in fact I think there is a delight as we search the infinite expanse of knowledge and wisdom.  So why are we frightened?  Could it be we really don’t want to encounter someone or something that is truly unexplainable?  Could it be that we like our illusions of line drawing in defining our faith and God that somehow make us feel in control?  To follow God is to follow the unexplainable, the indefinable and the unfathomable.  To follow God requires stepping out of comfort zones and safety nets that we have built that truly are not safe.  To follow God means adjusting, shifting, changing and growing.  To follow God does not mean insisting on our own ways but submission to a Spirit that is far above any thought process we possess.   To follow God requires letting go.

This summer Ezer is asking every woman to take time to search God.  This summer we are asking you for the month of June to search the scriptures, pray and fast.  This summer we are asking that you ask God what is God asking of you as an Ezer; and what is God asking of the ministry of Ezer.  Our purpose is to encourage you to grow in maturity and to partner with our brothers in faith.  Our purpose demands obedience not to programs and traditions, but to God alone.  This is outside our comfort zone.  This is outside the familiar.  This is God territory and this is where I as a leader of Ezer want to live.

In addition to your daily meetings with God I want to encourage you to read.  The books suggested might stretch you a bit.  I do not fully agree with everything written in these books.  But if you are faithful to search the scriptures while reading I believe God will speak to you.  I pray God will teach you and I hope we will grow together into maturity.

In Christ alone,

Lori

Suggested readings:

The Ragamuffin Gospel – Brennan Manning

The Christian Atheist – Craig Groeschel

The Blue Parakeet – Scot McKnight

Lost Women of the Bible – Carolyn Custis James

Eve’s Revenge – Lilian Calles Barger

Brunch

It’s 5:30 in the morning and I do not want to believe the time as my eyes peer from under the covers. Plagued by night sweats, I often don’t sleep very well and so this is prime sleeping time but I am up.  Reluctantly, I kick off the covers and trudge into the kitchen for my coffee.  I’ve got a busy day with company coming and so early is good.  With coffee in hand, I move towards the den and spend some time with my Lord.  At the end of this time I ask God to use me, to let me be Him today to someone.  I’ve got a full schedule and so after my prayer, I begin the laundry, peel the eggplant and start cleaning.  By 7:30 am the Eggplant Parmesan is in the oven, laundry is coming along and I’m washing the dishes and remember my friend.  My friend just lost a relative.  I call.  As I’m talking with her, I ask if she needs anything.  She responds, “brunch”.  I don’t really hear it.  I keep talking to her and offer my help next week, even a willingness to travel out of state as she cleans up what is often left in death and then I hang up the phone.  I start washing the dishes again.  Then I hear it, “Brunch!”  Oh my, I cannot believe what I just did.  My friend needed me to just visit with her, spend some time as she works through another loss.  I’m oblivious.  I’m too busy; I’m not like Christ.  Thoughts carry to Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.  In the darkest hours of His life, He asks his friends to sit with Him; to watch.  Three times friends are asked to sit and pray; three times He finds them sleeping.  I’m not sleeping, but I am too busy.  It’s not convenient, it’s not on my list and so I totally miss an opportunity to love my sister.

I pick up the phone.  I call my friend.  I ask for forgiveness.  I offer lunch.  We spend the afternoon together, I more humbled.  The early rising hour enabled me to get everything done on my list, God knew my day.  I thank Him for this and the opportunity to sit with my friend.

Nashville Marathon reflection

It’s the day after.  I completed my first half marathon yesterday and I can’t stop reflecting on the experience.  It was exhilarating, exhausting and satisfying.  It’s been a goal and there’s something about completing something you’ve always wanted to do that just feels good.  The amount of runners of many ages and levels that were before and after gave the feeling of a great common movement that was positive.  We were all testing our strengths.  We were keeping our individual paces and meeting new friends along the way, but all of us were moving forward in unison.  We were excited and had chosen to be part of something bigger than ourselves, but something that would also make us better.  Each runner was a comrade, a friend, a fellow runner on a journey to the finish.  On the sidelines were people cheering, offering music, encouragement and needed water.  There were places to stop if needed and places to refuel, all strategically placed and all to ensure completion.   Some participants were amazingly fast; others challenged to even participate, but each one chose to be there.  Each one wanted to be there and each one was giving there all!  As one who experienced this vast sea of humanity moving forward; the visual of this experience humbles me. It was so good!

As one who runs another race set before us in Christ; the reality of this earthly running experience strikes me more profoundly. The crown of glory that awaits us and the beauty of the spiritual race is truly amazing.  We have a great cloud of witnesses cheering us on, wanting us to win.  There are rest stops along the way to refuel and refresh, but the goal is set before us.  If you join the race to eternity, you must run!  You must participate!  The witnesses are for those who have completed this race.  We’ve got to run it!  Is it hard?  You bet!  The training, the strain, the pushing oneself beyond what you could possibly think is all part of this race, but your enrollment in the Glory Road is a call to run!   There are no passive onlookers in the race set before us, there are only fellow runners.  My time was not the fastest, but it was my best.  Giving my best is what matters.  In this Nashville race, I did not worry about other’s pace or how they ran but rejoiced that they were.  I kept my pace, I kept my focus, and I kept on going, one foot in front of the other.  I loved that everyone was running; what a picture for the Bride of Christ!  Running in unity, running forward, reaching toward the goal, the high prize, the eternal crown this is the Glory Road Race!

Dress Up

Clomp, clomp, clomp is the sound coming from the hallway as my oldest daughter wears another pair of shoes that don’t belong to her.  They are too big, yet she is proud.  She is walking in her mommy’s shoes and is delighted that she can.  I smile broadly as I see her attempt to move in footwear that is obviously not her size.  She is enjoying the moment and I wonder at the delight of her at two.  There is something adorable when our children play dress up and pretend.  They are practicing in a safe environment for what is coming and who they will become.  It is innocent.  As my thoughts meander from that moment of long ago to the present, I ponder the reality that I often play dress up.  I wouldn’t admit this outright, but I’m attempting to walk in shoes that don’t fit.  I’m wearing on my feet someone’s shoes whose feet are far bigger than mine and it really doesn’t work.  In fact, I fall.  It’s hard not to do this. For I want to be like my Heavenly parent.  I want to mimic the steps of godliness and holiness, yet I must do it in shoes that fit.  Any attempt to don on the One whose steps are far greater truly ends in a disaster of sorts.  The shoes bring on responsibility.  The shoes bring on authority.  I have neither role. The shoes bring on an attempt to be something I am not.  I could get hurt and often do when attempting to walk in shoes that are far too big for my smallness.

Walking in my own shoes allows me to move freely in what only I can control.  Walking in my own shoes, causes me to be able to stride uninhibited.  As a toddler ambles about precariously in shoes that don’t fit, I cannot march fully and confidently in apparel that was never meant to work; for me.  While dress up is fun and innocent for a toddler, it is defeating in my journey to follow God.  God has given me shoes that are just the right size and fit perfectly.  I want to be content and thankful for them and rest in a Parent who is big enough to carry this world wearing shoes much too big for me

An Ugly Truth

An Ugly Truth

I remember the scene as if it was yesterday; I had been nominated by my peers for prom queen.  I was honestly surprised by such an honor and felt quite humbled.  After votes were cast, a “friend” approached me and boldly claimed, “I didn’t vote for you.”  As my mouth dropped in shock, she continued to say, “I didn’t vote for you, because I didn’t want you to get a big head.” after this she turned and walked away.  Another time, as a young, admittedly very naive manager of a bank, one of my biggest challenges was a woman who continued to be passive aggressive in her responses to my authority.  I finally had to have a meeting, she was a pastor’s wife and I found her actions to not be in line with her profession of faith.  What came out in the discussion was that she had wanted the position and so responded in ways to make the position miserable for me.  This is an ugly truth among women.  Carolyn Custis James compares it to a fighting for the one piece of pie.  Rather than encouraging or building up our sisters, we compete, envy, gossip or derail.  What is this?  I’ve almost completed a book written by Sue Edwards & Kelley Mathews entitled, “Leading Women Who Wound.”  While I don’t agree with the dragon labeling, I do see how women can be our own worst enemies.  We observe this in tribal areas of Africa where the older women, kidnap the young women and mutilate them because it was done to them.  We see how mothers can keep their daughters behind instead of encouraging them to a better life.  What is this?  It’s not love.  What is it in women that rather than applaud, encourage and truly rejoice in another’s good fortune, we resort to such ungodly behavior?  Again, it’s not love.  We don’t like talking about this.  It makes us uncomfortable, uneasy, but every woman can testify to its effects.  Every one of us has participated to some degree.  I am among the guilty.

Galatians 5:25Galatians 5:25
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25 If we live by the Spirit, by the Spirit let us also walk.  

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6 rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth; 7 beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. 8 Love never faileth: but whether [there be] prophecies, they shall be done away; whether [there be] tongues, they shall cease; whether [there be] knowledge, it shall be done away.  

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b reads:  Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres.  Love never fails.

To walk in the Spirit, calls me to rejoice with my sister.  It demands me to love and not envy.  It requires me to get behind and support God’s gifting instead of working in opposition.  I wonder if part of this ugly truth is due to us not knowing or valuing ourselves. Maybe we aren’t satisfied with our uniqueness or think it is somehow less than another’s.  Regardless, this truly is a disgrace to our call to love. To walk in the Spirit means to not walk in the me.  Too often I think we walk in our own worlds and compare and compete with our sisters.  It’s time to stop.  We’ve got a work to do and each one of us is called to encourage one another to do our own unique work; together.