Is there something beautiful in your life you have been overlooking?
Joshua chapter 2 features two spies who are sent to Jericho to gather information about the city prior to the Israelite invasion. Their job, blend in to a culture foreign to them, one in which they didn’t belong. As Christians doesn’t life in the workplace sometimes seem just like this; different ethics, language, and temptations we’re not prepared for.
The spies encounter Rahab, a pagan prostitute and owner of the establishment. Her house, an inn, was the best place to gather information, that is, until they were labeled spies. In a startling turn of events, Rahab not only agrees to hide them from the authorities, she lies to protect them. Her motivation: she fears God and believes He is the one true God of heaven and earth. In the most unlikely of places the Israelites encounter a person of faith.
…for the LORD your God is God in heaven above and on earth below. Joshua 2:11 NLT
In exchange for harboring them, Rahab asks for a guarantee she and her family won’t be destroyed when the Israelites invade. She is given a red cord to hang in her window, a symbol she has chosen to side with the God of Israel.
One has to wonder, how will Rahab be remembered after she is gone. After all, she’s a prostitute and a liar. Yet, the Bible chooses to remember her as a person of faith.
It was by faith that Rahab the prostitute was not destroyed with the people in her city who refused to obey God. For she had given a friendly welcome to the spies. Hebrews 11:31 NLT
D.R. Davis in his commentary on Joshua states, “Genuine faith never rests content with being convinced of the reality of God but presses on to take refuge in God.”
How will you be remembered? Will people remember you by an occasional good deed or will you be remembered for your faith in God, your refuge?
How many of us could drink coffee from a mug with this verse decorating its surface without feeling a pang of guilt?
Do everything without complaining and arguing, Philippians 2:14 NLT
The world is watching. So are fellow Believers in Christ. When we complain we expose our faults to onlookers.
so that no one can criticize you. Live clean, innocent lives as children of God, shining like bright lights in a world full of crooked and perverse people. Philippians 2:15
Choose to be a beacon of light.
The third decade of my life was the most unpredictable, wondrous and insanely gratifying period of my life. It began my senior year at Roberts Wesleyan College. The cast of characters in my life remained essentially the same except for the appearance of her.
I was determined to play out my senior year like the grand finale punctuating a fireworks display. Out of the starting gate, I competed on the cross-country team. We were an unusually close-knit team and often participated in social activities as a group. Wouldn’t you know it, she happened to be at some of these socials.
I continued to immerse myself in campus life, voted by my peers to escort the homecoming queen and serving as a lead character in the all college play, Cheaper By The Dozen. My academic pursuits kept me unusually busy, but somehow I kept running into her.
As the fall semester began winding down, I caught myself taking an interest in her. She seemed to take her sweet time acknowledging my interest. Worried that the semester would end before I had my chance to ask her out, I decided to get creative by distinguishing myself. She committed to going on a date with me if I could run a personal best time in what amounted to our last home cross-country meet. (This meant running a sub 30-minute race over a distance of 5 miles, and faster than any previous attempt). What had I gotten myself into?
The race itself was a journey to hell and back, as the course punished my body. The effort helped our team win the meet and secure a winning record for our cross-country team. The time, 29:46, qualified me for a date with her.
…Maybe it was the anticipation of having to wait a month to go out with her but after that first date magic was in the air. There was no question I was like a deer caught in the headlights, enchanted by the inner and outer beauty of this woman.
Patty and I corresponded over the weeks separating first and second semester. Our letters deepened our mutual affection, and each of us hinted of a future together. A flame was now lit within my heart and it danced wildly like a flame on the bare wick of a candle fighting to stay ablaze as it burns itself down to the renewing and sustaining body of the candle wax below.
Bill Roushey, from the book Junior’s Hope
I became engaged to Patty in the spring, during my final semester of college life. Immediately, she was welcomed into my family but I had yet to meet hers. When Patty called home to notify her parents of the news, I can only imagine what thoughts were going through their minds.
“Mom, I’m getting married!”
“To who?” Her mother asked, not expecting any news of this sort.
“Bill Roushey asked me to marry him and I said yes!”
“When are we going to meet this boy?” Her dad inquired, quickly picking up the phone extension.
“We’re coming home on spring break.”
I hadn’t thought about inheriting another set of parents until that moment. I was in the process of separating myself from my own parents and now I was inheriting another set. Never in my life had I been this nervous about anything, but then again I had never been more in love either.
Sweat pooled under my armpits as I sat in an empty living room waiting for her father to meet me. The sound of the shower running indicated it wouldn’t be anytime soon. Patty and her mom were off in another room having a mother/daughter reunion. When her father came out and laid eyes on me for the first time, our conversation went something like this.
“Hello, sir.” I said warmly trying to hide my nervousness.
“You must be Bill,” he responded trying to assess the character of the man about to steal away his daughter.
“I’d like to marry your daughter.”
“Do you have a job? How do you plan on supporting her?”
“Yes. I have one lined up after graduation.”
“We want our daughter to graduate from college. Are you planning to let her continue on with her schooling?”
“Yes sir, that’s important to both of us.”
“Well then, okay,” he said as I felt the tension in the room evaporate. Then, he added, “… and we’d like to pay for her tuition.”
I realized at that moment what kind and generous parents she had.
Several years later Patty and I had the means to build our own home. It was during that time we entered into what I call the “Noah’s ark” phase of our lives, acquiring fresh and saltwater aquariums, birds, cats and a dog.
The Lord soon blessed us with two boys, which we taught to fish among other things. They experienced first hand the thrill of having unseen objects tug on their fishing line as they dangled a worm into the watery abyss. Eyes went wide when they reeled in their prize.
My freshwater aquarium experience of the previous decade paled in comparison to the unfathomable splendor of gazing into a salt-water aquarium. The personal cost to acquire and retain such beauty is far greater, the care more delicate and tedious, the hardships more severe, but the final result is breathtaking. Such is my comparison to my love and my life with her.
My spiritual journey this decade was one of continuance, generation to generation, father to son. The closer I walk with God the greater my appreciation for His continuance, an eternal God whose love has no limit or end. (Psalm 36:5-7)
For all practical purposes this is a storybook ending, but as it turns out this is not the end.
To be continued…
What is it about God’s Word that the psalmist is so enamored with? Answer: he has a personal relationship with God. If we were to characterize this relationship as a two-way street, one side is the psalmist’s side of the street lined with worldly buildings and distractions, and the other, God’s side of the street. So what is it about God’s side of the street that makes the psalmist want to cross over and devote himself completely? (Hint: did you have a best friend in your youth? Was being able to stay at their house the best and most exciting thing ever?)
These three stanzas of Psalm 119 highlight the importance of finding time alone with God in prayer and Bible study.
(97) Your law – The God given Law is found in the Old Testament. God have us his son, Jesus, in the New Testament. The Word became flesh and lived among us (John 1:14). (98) Makes me wiser – the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom (Psalm 111:10). (99) I have more insight – those who sit at the feet of Christ often have more insight than Doctors of Divinity (Charles Spurgeon). (100) I have more understanding – Trust in God with your heart and don’t rely on your own understanding (Proverbs 3:5). A regular time of private devotion also yields guidance (101), learning (102), and a hunger for more (103); an example being to your favorite food that tastes so good you can’t get enough of it.
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path. Psalm 119:105
In the next stanza God’s word lights my path (105), preserves my life (107), is my heritage (111), and gives me hope (112). If so much joy and happiness can be found spending time alone with God, why would we ever want to return to our worldly side of the street? Spurgeon reminds us that, “We are walkers through the city of this world, and we are often called to go out into the darkness; let us never venture there without the light-giving word.”
The third stanza uses language one would find of a war being carried out in enemy territory. (113) I hate double-minded people (frivolous, indulgent, worldly thinkers). (114) God is our refuge and shield. We must remember to wear the whole armor of God against the enemy (Ephesians 6). (116) God’s word sustains and upholds us and is proven. (120) He alone is the right (true) one to worship.
Matt Chandler offers three points for those who have a relationship with God, addressing our need to find alone time with him. (1) Staying connected carries us through life’s ups and downs. (2) When we remain near to God, it leads to a sustaining love. (3) We produce fruit when we stay connected. Staying connected allows us to be transformed by him (Romans 12:1,2) and enables us to make a difference in the world in which we live (our side of the street).
“We are walkers through the city of this world, and we are often called to go out into the darkness; let us never venture there without the light-giving word.” C. Spurgeon
St. Andrews Lake was not huge, but you couldn’t see the far end of it even from our elevated vantage point. The lake was kidney-shaped and its clear water darkened to blue as it deepened…Most importantly, lurking in the water like buried treasure, were largemouth bass, northern pike, pan fish and perch. All of them hidden from view…
Bill Roushey, from the book Junior’s Hope
The August sun beat down on Dad and me as we waited for the fish to surrender or make another run for it. Impatience bubbled up inside me. Holding on to my fishing pole kept my hands occupied but the rest of my body squirmed, longing to do anything but remain pinned against the sun baked boat seat. The life vest hanging around my neck made me hot and sweaty. The vest’s past history became evident as it wicked up the moisture from my body and produced a rotten smell. My standoff with the fish showed no sign of ending. The huge northern pike had done something to prevent me from reeling it in. My head hurt and I was ready to give up.
“Dad, the fish isn’t tugging on the line anymore,” I complained.
“That doesn’t mean its not there. Don’t give up,” Dad said trying to encourage me.
My father wasn’t ready to give up. An engineer by profession, part of his job involved coming up with solutions to problems. He took an oar out of the oarlock and pushed it into the water following the fishing line down, hoping to gain some understanding of why I couldn’t bring up the fish. Unfortunately, the depth of the water exceeded the length of the oar. Dad also rowed the boat in a wide arc around the spot where the line plunged into the water. He stopped four or five times during the trek to give me a chance to pull on the line from different angles. Nothing he tried worked. We both knew there was only one thing left to do.
“Billy, pull steadily on the line so you don’t break the pole,” Dad said, voicing his solidarity.
“Like this,” I replied as I stood up and leaned back against the line.
The tension broke before I had a chance to brace myself. I was pitched backwards by the sudden release of the line and landed in a heap between the seats. I didn’t cry as I reeled in the empty line. Instead, I felt more like one of Dad’s fishing buddies and less like a kid who got to sneak off early that morning to fish with his father.
Fish or fishing in my earliest years validated the idea that just because something couldn’t be seen that didn’t mean it didn’t exist. Fish, though unseen, were real and could be interacted with. To this day one of the most exhilarating things about fishing is the feeling of an unseen object tugging on your line. Being a person of faith, the picture of unseen fish models the existence of God who is present though not seen.
So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:18
My fish story does not end here, however.
The next decade of my life was one of drastic changes. Our family vacations to Canada continued. Fishing became truly a family affair. As our skill improved, so did the number of fish we caught. For me, fishing with Dad became an important way of relating to him.
Those carefree years came to an abrupt end, however, when I graduated from high school. I no longer had time for family vacations. Holding down a job and going to college were my priorities now. The remaining years of my second decade afforded me little or no time for fishing.
In my second year in college I happened to meet a freshmen who turned out to be a very funny guy. I don’t make it a habit of hanging around comedians but for some reason we hit it off and become good friends. He made me laugh more than anyone I knew. Our definition of fun, however, sometimes clashed with the college rules. In an effort to protect his identity, I’ll call him Boris.
Boris and I made plans to room together our senior year. Oops, I just gave away his identity. Anyway, we arrived early on campus in the fall and immediately began decorating our “bachelor pad.” Because we arrived early, we were able to pillage the best room furnishings out of nearby dorm rooms. Conversations between us went something like this.
“Boris, our room is missing something.” I said
“All my stuff is here,” he countered.
“I’m not missing anything either. The room is missing something!”
“You mean besides the stereo, speakers, sofa and television?” Boris said.
This was 1979, before the widespread use of cell phones, personal computers, flat screen TVs and all of the game consoles we can’t seem to live with out.
“I need something for my desk.”
“How about a lamp?” He said, chuckling as only Boris could.
“I’m being serious.”
“How serious can getting something for your desk be.”
His cackle was contagious and soon he had me laughing.
“Let’s go down and take a look at brother Jim’s room.” Boris said pressing his palms together as if to portray himself as a wise sage. Boris was studying to be a minister and often got carried away with the whole brother/sister thing.
“What does Jim have that we don’t?” I said, suddenly curious.
We went down the hall to Jim’s room but he was not there. His door, however, was slightly ajar. I had just recently met Jim but already I had him pegged as a bit of an eccentric. Living in a dorm, it had been my practice to give eccentrics a wide birth until I understood them better. Boris knocked hard on the heavy oak door, hard enough to make it open completely.
“Brother Bill, shall we enter?” Boris stated like he was rolling out a welcome mat.
“Can’t we get in trouble for doing this?” I said more afraid of being misunderstood by Jim than anything else.
“I’m an RA.”
I should explain that each floor in our dorm had a resident advisor, or RA, who was the liaison between the students and the dorm’s resident director, or RD. Boris was permitted to enter rooms on our floor as part of his responsibilities. Tentatively, I entered Jim’s room and Boris followed.
“What do you think?” Boris said, gesturing towards the aquarium in the back corner of the room.
“Yeah, that would do the trick.” I said growing excited about the possibility, “I wonder why it looks like he’s trying to hide it behind the door.”
“Are you working for the FBI now?” Boris said sarcastically.
“You’re the RA, you should be investigating stuff like this.”
“What kind of fish do you suppose those are?” he inquired, taking a closer look at them.
“Okay Sherlock, lets go get the fish tank.”
I can’t remember exactly how we acquired a fish tank, but I’m sure we did it legally. Putting fish in an aquarium drew me closer to them, close enough where I could fully appreciate their beauty. I felt a part of their world as they swam by me at eye level. It’s a much different perspective than viewing fish from afar or looking down at them from above.
I would characterize this decade of life as the discovery of genuine relationships. These were more personal and fulfilling than the juvenile ones of my earliest years. I fully immersed myself in these relationships and learned the joy of putting effort into them rather than just taking what I could out of them and moving on.
Spiritually, I was going through a major transition as well. As a child I believed in God because my parents did. It was their faith I held on to. In my second decade of life I discovered the beauty of a God who didn’t look down on me from above, rather his habitation was with me. He became my God.
What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? For we are the temple of the living God. As God has said: “I will live with them and walk among them, and I will be their God, and they will be my people.” 2 Corinthians 6:16
As wonderful as this realization was, I was unprepared for what was about to happen.
To be continued…
Leftovers is the subject of this week’s post, the sixth installment in a series of words likely to be used at family gatherings during the holidays, which I affectionately call, “table scraps.” I am torn as to which direction to take this piece. Do I champion leftovers because I happen to love them, or do I point out the ills of wasting and neglecting them?
It has been my experience that people deal with leftovers in one of three ways. They are hot, cold or lukewarm to the idea. I am not referring to the temperature of the leftovers about to be served, rather, to a person’s philosophy of dealing with them.
Those who are “hot,” myself included, are totally committed to leftovers. Because I love them, I will make every effort to preserve, and later eat them. Coming home after working late, and spotting last night’s goulash in the refrigerator, definitely brings a smile to my tired face. People committed to leftovers refrigerate them, freeze them and incorporate them into their meal plans.
I’m sure there are a few people out there who are “cold” to the idea of leftovers. Maybe they don’t like rewarmed food or the leftovers they do generate are insignificant and not worth the effort to save. Tossing the food out immediately makes the most sense to them.
The third group is half-hearted, or “lukewarm” about dealing with leftovers. They spend the necessary time and energy storing the food but that’s about where the effort ends. Food piles up in their freezer or refrigerator where it is neglected. The neglected food then spoils or frosts over to the point where it is no longer edible.
Since Christmas is less than a week away, I thought it would be fair to consider opinions on the birth of the Savior of the world. I am of course speaking of Jesus, whose birth we celebrate on Christmas day. Are you hot, cold, or lukewarm to the idea of a savior? Have you embraced him, rejected him or neglected him?
The Apostle John recorded a vision he received from Jesus in the book of Revelation. In the opening chapters, Jesus addressed seven different churches, chastising some, and commending others. To the church called Laodicea he had this to say,
“I know your deeds, that you are neither hot nor cold, I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm – neither hot nor cold – I am about to spit you out of my mouth.” Revelation 3:15-16
Jesus is speaking out against lukewarm believers in Him. My Life Application Bible notes had this to say about lukewarm Christians, “The believers didn’t stand for anything, indifference had led them to idleness. By neglecting to do anything for Christ, the church had become hardened and self-satisfied.”
Jesus goes on to say, “Those whom I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be earnest, and repent. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with them, and they with me.” Revelation 3:19-20
How will I respond to the message of Christmas this year? Will I pack away my faith after Christmas along with all my Christmas decorations?