My Heart Christ’s Home

my heart christs homeRobert Boyd Munger wrote a tract that deeply impacted me as a teenager. My Heart – Christ’s Home has stuck with me for decades. The picture he paints is of Christ coming into our home as a guest. Jesus begins to make Himself at home as per our invitation. We soon begin to realize the changes that need to take place in our lives as Jesus goes through each room in our home/heart…

The library represents our thoughts and intentions. As “Christian” indicates, “There was a lot of trash and literature on the table that a Christian had no business reading, and as for the pictures on the wall – the imaginations and thoughts of the mind – some of these were shameful.”

Jesus encourages him to clean out this room. Throw out all that which is not Truth. Fill the shelves with scripture and meditate on Truth day and night. Take the worldly images off the walls and replace it with a portrait of Jesus – focus your attention on Christ.

The Dining Room is the place of appetites and desires. Christian has spent much time here satisfying his wants. Sadly though, that which He has been feeding upon are the things of the world. When he offers this food to Jesus he realizes that Jesus is unwilling to consume it with Him.

Jesus tells him, “I have meat to eat that you know not of…If you want food that really satisfies, seek the will of the Father, not your own pleasures, not your own desires, not your own satisfactions, but seek to please me. That food will satisfy you.”

The living room is where Jesus suggests that he and Christian meet. Jesus promised, “I will be here early every morning. Meet me here, and we will start the day together.”

Morning after morning Christian would meet with Jesus in the living room where Jesus would unfold the Truth of His Word in a transformational way. These were rich times together. Sadly though, little by little the times began to be shortened under the pressures of life, until Christian began to miss days.

As he was rushing off to work one day he realized that Jesus had been faithfully waiting to meet with him every day, even though he had not shown up.

“Don’t let Christ wait alone in the living room of your heart, but every day find time, when, with your Bible and in prayer, you may have fellowship with Him.”

Jesus asks to see his workshop. “Well, this is quite well furnished. What are you producing with your life for the Kingdom of God? He looked at one or two little toys that I had thrown together on the bench. He held one up to me and said, “Are these little toys all that you are producing in your Christian life?”

Christian realized there was more Jesus had for him to produce. He surrendered to the master’s leadership. “Stepping around behind me and putting His great, strong hands under mine, holding the tools in His skilled fingers, He began to work through me. The more I relaxed and trusted Him, the more He was able to do with my life.”

The rec room is where Christian had certain associations and friendships, activities, and amusements that he wanted to keep for himself. Jesus wanted to do everything with Christian. Christian realized that he was deliberately leaving Jesus out of certain associations, doing things and going places that he knew Jesus would not enjoy.

He realized he was miserable without Jesus. Jesus then brought new friends into his life, new satisfactions, and new and lasting joys.

In the hall closet Christian kept a few things he didn’t want Jesus to know about. He kept it locked. However, Jesus could smell the stench from the closet and wanted to clean it out. Slowly and reluctantly Christian surrendered the key to his closet when he realized keeping it from Christ would impact their relationship.

“When one comes to know and love Christ, the worst thing that can happen is to sense His companionship withdrawing. I had to surrender. I’ll give You the key.”

Christ wonderfully cleaned out his closet and painted it – the dead things were gone.

“A thought came to me. ‘Lord, is there any chance that You would take over the management of the whole house and operate it for me as You did that closet? Would You take the responsibility to keep my life what it ought to be?’”

Jesus replied, “Certainly, that is what I want to do. You cannot be a victorious Christian in your own strength. Let me do it through you and for you.”

Christian dropped to his knees and gave Jesus legal title to his heart – his home. No more would Jesus be his guest. “Here it is, all that I am and have, forever. Now you run the house. I’ll just remain with You as a servant and friend.”

May we all truly make our heart Christ’s home.

Ephesians 3:16-17
“I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith.”

 

Grace Grease Beats Offense

Grace2“Hey Dave, can I talk to you for a minute?”, he inquired.

“Sure, what’s up?”, I replied.

He led me to a private office and motioned for me to enter in. He closed the door behind us. A sense of dreadful bewilderment began to overtake me…

“There’s something I’ve wanted to talk to you about for a while…”, he then began to explain how I had offended him.

It was 1985, Anne and I had been married for 1 month and we were now spending our first year of marriage living communally at Bible School. We had our own room, but we shared a bathroom with 3 other couples. All our meals we taken in a dining hall where we sat at long tables of 12 people on benches.

There were singles, newlyweds, and families with children ranging in age from new born to teenagers. There were lots of children or all ages, but there seemed to be a particularly large number of pre-school aged children. And, many of the students were from England.

I discovered that even though we share a common language and heritage, Canadians and the British are fairly different. We were a unique mix of ages, nationalities, personalities, and every other variety of human difference and distinction. In many ways we were a pressure cooker where it was inevitable things were going to start heating up and popping.

Apparently my new found English friend did not like the way I was enthusiastically asking questions in class. His primary “offense” was simply that I asked too many questions. I should be quiet in class.

Hey, I was excited to be at Bible School and I was eager to learn, so I have no doubt I asked a few questions to learn as much as I could. When I don’t understand something I make sure I get clarification.

So my English classmate unloaded his frustration on me, stated that he realized he shouldn’t be offended with me, apologized and then simply said, “Ok?”.

No, not ok! Now I have a problem with you. Now every time I ask a question I feel bad – I’m wondering who else is getting offended by me asking a question.

Over the course of our year at Bible School I had other people come to me the same way to confess their offense and ask my forgiveness. Every time it made things worse. Through this experience I learned how not to handle offense.

If someone is rubbing you the wrong way, if they are “offending” you, it’s not their problem – it’s yours. Sure, if their behaviour is sinful, illegal or hurting people then it needs to be addressed. However, if it’s their style, personality, or some idiosyncrasy that gets under your skin then you need to apply some Grace Grease.

Take your “offense” to the Lord and ask Him to forgive you for your lack of grace. Ask Him to help you to have grace and love for the person rubbing you the wrong way. Then choose to put on some Grace Grease toward that person so the friction you feel slips right off. Have grace for them. Love them “in-spite of” their uniqueness.

Then, put your grace and love in action and do something to bless them. Give them a card or a gift, or invite them out for coffee – put legs to your decision to have grace for them. Show some practical love.

Don’t confess your offense to the person – that will make things worse. Believe me, I have lots of experience with this.

For example, was it wrong for me to ask questions in class? No. Did I ask too many? Perhaps. If it was a distraction then the teacher can address it, or a fellow student could simply chat with me after class and lovingly share their concern. Have the conversation before it becomes an offense.

If you are harbouring an offense toward someone, I suggest you confess your offense to the Lord. Then, put on some Grace Grease toward that person and do something practical to demonstrate your love for them.

Grace Grease beats offense every time. Nine times out of ten it’s your problem, not theirs.

Colossians 3:12-14

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.”

Proverbs 19:11

“A person’s wisdom yields patience; it is to one’s glory to overlook an offense.”

Proverbs 17:9

“Whoever would foster love covers over an offense, but whoever repeats the matter separates close friends.”

Hebrews 12:15

“See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.”

Don’t Kid Yourself

crucibleI was wrecked. I was broken. I was feeling incredibly overwhelmed by what was going on. This would be a defining season in my life.

The Lord was, mercifully, helping me to see the sin in my heart. Perhaps I should say, “forcing” me to see the sin in my heart. Before this I thought I was a pretty good guy. In fact, truth be told I thought I was a pretty awesome guy. To take honesty a few steps deeper, I basically figured that God was lucky to have me on His team.

Ouch, that hurts to say, even close to 25 years later. However, if I am truly honest, that was what I thought in the depths of my heart. And there was even more grotesque sin buried deep in my being…

The Lord had me in an intense time of refining. I was in the crucible. The man I thought I was, I really wasn’t. God in His mercy was revealing to me the depths of my depravity so He could transform me by His amazing grace.

It felt like His hand was on the back of my head and He was forcing me to take a long hard look in the mirror to see the ugliness of my sin. I was desperately struggling to look away, but He was forcing me to look at myself through new eyes: through the eyes of a humble, broken and surrendered man.

At one point I was walking around our neighborhood late one night weeping in despair. One of my close friends happened to drive by. He stopped and asked what was up. I tearfully shared that I was seeing what a horrible person I was at my core. He listened, then glibly stated that God has known that all along, and He was now simply letting me see it.

He drove off…

I was angry with him, but he was right. This was no surprise to God. He was showing me so I could get free. He was showing me so He could rewire my heart and grant me new birth by His grace.

So what was the depth of my depravity I was seeing? I was selfish, I was self-centered. I was arrogant. I used my gifts to manipulate people to say what I wanted them to say and do what I wanted them to say. I fed on the approval and approbation of people. I needed to be lauded. I needed to be noticed. I needed to be worshiped. I went to people to meet my needs, not God.

And, nothing and no one was ever good enough. Those closest to me felt my disapproval – particularly Anne. I was trying to prove my value and worth through my performance, but my performance never measured up. Anne never measured up. I was slowly killing her and her heart was dead to me. Sure, I loved God and loved Anne, but I was blind to my own sin – the impact of my sin.

I was a master of self-deception. I saw myself as being an awesome guy that was often misunderstood. What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they get it? Don’t they get me?

“Don’t kid yourself. You are way more messed up than you realize. You are in desperate need of God’s redeeming grace – and you are blind to it.”

This was the message God was giving me as He turned up the heat of His refining fires.

Here is my message to you: Don’t kid yourself – all of us are way more messed up than we realize. We are in desperate need of God’s redeeming grace. Others may be pointing out things in you that make you angry. You may feel offended and hurt. However, they may see your blind spots – you can’t see them, but they can.
God often uses imperfect people to point out the darkness in our hearts. Don’t kid yourself, there is often more going on than you realize.

Choose humility. Go to God and pray Bartimaeus’s prayer, “Jesus, son of David, have mercy on me – I am a blind man!” Be ruthlessly honest with yourself, and with someone you trust. Then get the help you need.

Don’t kid yourself.

Isaiah 48: 10, 11
“See, I have refined you, though not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction. For my own sake, for my own sake, I do this. How can I let myself be defamed? I will not yield my glory to another.”

Psalm 51:6, 16-17 (The Message)
“What you’re after is truth from the inside out. Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life. Going through the motions doesn’t please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don’t for a moment escape God’s notice.”

Psalm 32:3-5
“When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.’ And you forgave the guilt of my sin.”

 

Your Road to Glory

Seedling of desire“I want to start writing”, she offered with a mix of insecurity, fear and courageous resolve.

Wow. Very cool.

“Any idea what kind of writing?”, we inquired.

“Not really, creative writing – poetry I think.”, she tentatively replied.

And that was the beginning of it…

Over 8 years ago good friends of ours sat with us on our deck in the shade of a glorious maple tree in the sunbathed warmth of a beautiful Okanagan summer’s eve. In the safety and comfort of that moment our friend opened up her heart. She offered a desire that was brewing deep in her soul.

Even though she was a trained professional in a totally different discipline, who had dedicated years of her life to raising her children, she now felt a unique passion percolating. You could tell by the way she offered this seedling of hope that the desire was indeed very fragile. Still, in the midst of her vulnerability there was a conviction. She had uncovered this embryonic desire and would do her best to nurture and nourish it.

We have journeyed with our friend in the years since that magical and mystical moment. We have watched her struggle, and watched her persevere. We have seen the joys, and we have seen the heartaches. We have marveled at her courage and her commitment. When we invited her and her husband for dinner she would often ask if she could share a poem.

Yes, of course!

We were there when she began to exercise her creative muscle. We saw her strength and confidence grow over the years. She took courses. She went to conferences. She did writing retreats. She definitely exercised her creative capacity. We celebrated as her strength, confidence, boldness, courage and capability grew and grew and grew.

All the while she battled insecurities, fears, lies and self-limiting beliefs.

“Who am I to think I can do this? Who am it to think I have something wonderful to offer?”

As Marianne Williamson in Return to Love so eloquently stated…

“We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Our friend dared to believe that she had a glory yet to be revealed. She dared to believe that the Creator of the Universe had more of His glory He wanted to reveal through her. She dared to believe that as she persevered, as she wrestled, as she pursued, as she trained, as she practiced, as she succeeded and as she failed, that the Lord would be faithful to reveal more of the glory he had for her to give away for the benefit of others.

She dared to believe that her playing small did not serve the world.

We have enjoyed private recitations around the dining room table. We have attended performances at a wide variety of venues. We have heard stories of how she is using poetry to minister to people living on the streets. We have read reports of her Pop-Up Poetry initiatives. And now, the piece-de-resistance, we recently attended her first opera! She is officially now a “Librettist”.

The night of the opera I was in tears recalling the journey we have had the privilege of sharing with her.

Our friend is a wonderful example of the journey our Father invites us on to discover the greater glory He wants to reveal through us for the benefit of others. It starts with a subtle desire. And then we have a choice: will we nurture and nourish that desire, or will we let fear and insecurity extinguish the ember?

Walk your road to glory. Your playing small does not serve the world.

John 15:8

“This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.”

John 17:22

“I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one—“

Matthew 5:16

“In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”