A Prayer of Submission to God's Will and Guidance

(To be prayed out load, slowly and meditatively. If a scripture stands out to you, turn to it and spend time seeking God through it)

Lord Almighty, You have purposed. Who can thwart You? Your hand is stretched out; who can turn it back?[i] Certainly not me! Instead of me imposing my desires on You, let me join You in Your grand purposes as You sweep me along in Your great and glorious current.

You have saved me and called me to a holy life – not because of anything that I have done, but because of Your own purpose and Your grace. This grace was given to me in Christ Jesus before the beginning of time.[ii] God, I’m awestruck, that that’s how long You have been planning things out – from before time. As I’m caught in the eddying currents of life, trying to decide what Your will is for me, teach me to trust in You will all my heart I choose not to lean on my own understanding, which is so often flawed and me-centred. In all my way, I choose to acknowledge You as the author and perfecter of my faith, knowing and believing that You will make my path straight. [iii] I ask You to shed your light on every hidden agenda, every secret motive, every purpose I have that may not be in line with Your overarching plan. I submit these to You, and lay them under Your authority.

Give me wisdom. Give me understanding. Bind me to Your words that I may not forsake them. Give me wisdom that she may protect me; teach me to love wisdom that she may watch over me. [iv] Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long. [v] You are good and upright, O God. I know that You will instruct me, a sinner, in my ways. Make me humble and guide me in what is right. Teach me Your way. [vi]

You are the Lord my God, who teaches me what is best for me. You direct me in the way I should go. As I pay attention to Your commands, my peace will be like a river, and my righteousness like the waves of the sea. [vii] Instead of giving in to the temptation and tendency to dwell in anxiety, I choose to do something counter-cultural and revolutionary: with a spirit of thanksgiving, through prayer and petition, I will present my requests to You. As I do so, Your peace will guard my mind and heart in Christ Jesus! Your peace will stand sentry outside my mind and heart and, in the power of Christ Jesus, will bar the way to Anxiety, stating “You can go NO further”. Flood my heart with peace. [viii] Replace my thoughts of anxiety by teaching me to think on whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy. If I’m dwelling on these things (which are all attributes of You), how will I have time to wallow in the mire of fearing for the future? As I put this into practice, I will come to experience the GREATEST thing – the deep knowledge that You, the God of peace, are with me![ix]

May I never seek guidance for this life outside of Your word. Give me a love for Your word that is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. [x]You are my refuge and shield. I have put my hope in Your word. [xi]Give me more insight than all my teachers (the clever and well-read people in my life) as I meditate on Your statutes! Give me more understanding than my elders (the ones I look up to and respect) as I obey Your precepts. [xii]

God, I confess that I lack wisdom. So, in faith and obedience to Your word, I ask You for this precious gift. You promise to give me wisdom generously to me (and all who ask), without finding fault. But as I ask You for wisdom, I determine to believe and not to doubt.

If I doubt, I will be like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. This is not who I want to be: double-minded and unstable in all I do.[xiii] Instead, I stand firm. In You, nothing will move me. I give myself wholly and solely to Your work, because I am convinced that, in You, my labour is not in vain![xiv]

Just as Mary said, when told that she had a vital role in Your purposes of salvation for the world, so I choose to rest in You with these words: “I am Your servant. May it be to me as You have said”. [xv] I also join myself with the spirit of Christ, as He was faced with total knowledge of the worst future that any human has faced: “Not my will but Yours be done”[xvi]

You are the Head of the body, the Church. You are the beginning and the firstborn from among the dead, so that in everything, including my future plans, You might have the supremacy. [xvii] During Your time on earth, Jesus Christ, the prayers You offered up were heard because of Your reverent submission to Your Father, the One who could have saved You from death. May I offer up prayers in a similar spirit of reverent submission, not insisting on my own way, but allowing You to have Your way with me. [xviii]

You have prepared me for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up, until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of Your Son. May I be just one part of bringing maturity to Your body, enabling Your church to attain to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ![xix] Whatever the future brings; whatever I do, I will work at it with all my heart, as working for You, not for men, since I know that I will receive an inheritance from You as a reward. It is You, Lord Jesus I am serving.[xx]

There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit.

There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord.

There are different kinds of working, but You, the same God works all of them in all men. [xxi]

I lift up my eyes to you, to you whose throne is in heaven. As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid look to the hand of her mistress, so my eyes look to You, the LORD my God, till You show me Your mercy. [xxii]

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[i] Isaiah 14:27

[ii] 2 Tim 1:9

[iii] Proverbs 3:5-6

[iv] Proverbs 4:5-6

[v] Psalm 25:4

[vi] Psalm 25:8

[vii] Isaiah 48:17-18

[viii] Phil 4:6-7

[ix] Phil 4:8-9

[x] Psalm 119:105

[xi] Psalm 119:114

[xii] Psalm 119:99-100

[xiii] James 1:5-7

[xiv] I Corinthians 15:58

[xv] Luke 1:38

[xvi] Luke 22:42

[xvii] Colossians 1:18

[xviii] Hebrews 5:7

[xix] Ephesians 4:12

[xx] Colossians 3:23

[xxi] 1 Corinthians 12:4

[xxii] Psalm 123:1

Even angels long to look into these things

There is something about the story of salvation which stumps the angels. The angels who understand enough about God's redemptive plan to sing: "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men on whom His favour rests" also understand that there is layer upon layer of mystery surrounding this story of the God-Man.

The angel who said "I bring you good tidings of great joy that will be for all the people. And these tidings are as follows: Today in the town of David a Saviour has been born to you; He is Christ the Lord" realized that he (the angel) has only begun to scratch the surface of the cliffhanger that the Christ-child presented.

Even angels long to look into these things. To read the passage in its entirety, click here.
Why even angels? Because, outside of the Trinity, if anyone is on the inside loop of what the Godhead is up to, it must be the angels. Did they, who are faced with the unbearable brightness of God's unmasked holiness eternal moment after eternal moment, see that brightness dim as Jesus, the second person of the Trinity vacated heaven. One instant He was there, then the next instant He was gone. Did the angels feel heartbreak; a sense of loss? In the instant that earth gained a God-made-flesh; heaven lost the presence of the Son. He was now geographically on earth.

But, if the angels strained hard enough...if they held their celestial binoculars to their eyes they. could. just. about. see the two celled foetus, that was the second person of the Trinity, pulsing life as He grew in a teenage's womb in the Back-of-Beyondsville, Palestine.

The angels long to look into these things. Even though the angels have the inside scoop when it comes to God, what don't they have? A salvation experience! They were created beings, created perfect. They did not need to be saved.

So, I wonder whether angels long to look into these things, because it's something that they will never know first hand? They see God, they get God, they worship God, they can see His glory and not die...but they will never relate to God as those who are redeemed; they will never relate to Jesus as Saviour. If it were possible for angels to feel jealous, when faced with the brilliance and majesty of God, would they feel jealous of us because we relate to God in a way they never will?

They understand that the story of salvation is a mystery. They LONG to look into these things! But my question is do I long to delve beneath the immediate to the mystery that is only grasped by the explorer? Am I content with dipping my toes into the shallows of of God, or am I willing to put on the scuba gear and go exploring the depths of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! (Romans 11:33)

Have I opened my Bible this Christmas season? And if I have, are the eyes of my heart obscured by the familiar? God, may You open my eyes to the mystery surrounding the birth of Jesus. May you grow in me the explorer-spirit of the angels: that I may long to look into these things, and understand and experience in a fresh way, the magnificence and the mystery of You being made flesh and dwelling among us: Emmanuel. God with us. God with me.

"the people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned" (Matt 4:16)

A Prayer for those who struggle this Christmas

A Prayer for those who struggle this Christmas
(Based on the prophecy in Isaiah 9:6-7)

Jesus, the Child that was born, You came as a vulnerable baby and not a conquering ruler – You understand my weakness. You were crucified in weakness, yet You live by God’s power. Likewise, I am weak in You, yet by God’s power I will live with You to serve others.(i) In my current weakness, I know that I am not laid aside, placed on the shelf – You still plan to use me in my weakness to serve others. You grace is sufficient for me, for Your power is made perfect in my weakness. Teach me to boast about my weakness so Your power may rest on me. Because of this, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, and in difficulties. Why? Because, in Your economy, when I am weak, then I am strong. (ii)

Given Son, You are the One promised to the children of Israel, the One prophesied about that would, in the Spirit’s power, bring justice to the nations. You will not shout or cry out; You will not raise Your voice in the streets. You come in the whisper of quietness, and the hush of empathy. To be honest, I’m feeling as fragile as a bruised reed today. But You won’t break me. My faith feels so insubstantial that all that’s left is a smouldering wick. You promise not to snuff it out. This reed You will heal. This smouldering wick You will coax back to life until a flame of faith in You is re-established in my heart. I see the injustice in the world. Why me? Why my life? What if…? If only... Jesus, You promise that in faithfulness You will bring forth justice. You will not falter or be discouraged until You have established justice on the earth. (iii)

One on whose shoulders the government rests, I give you the burden of ordering my life. Lead me in the way I should go. I feel Your hand on my shoulder, gently making my lie down in green pastures. I hear Your gentle voice, calling me as You lead me beside still waters. As I spend time with You, I feel You, slowly but surely, restore my soul. I trust You to lead me in paths of righteousness for Your name’s sake. (iv) I trust in Your sovereign rule and in Your perfect plan for my life and for all creation. Shift my perspective from my circumstances to Your glory, power and supremacy in all things. My circumstances change. Your rule never changes.

Wonderful Counselor, just before You left this earth, You promised another Counsellor to Your disciples – one that would be with us forever. This Counsellor’s name is the Spirit of Truth. Holy Spirit, I know You, for You live with me and in me. Jesus promised that He would not leave me as an orphan. Holy Spirit, You are the ever-present fulfillment of that promise. I am not an orphan, because You are with me, Spirit. (v) You counsel me in the stillness and You anchor me in the storm. Teach me. Today, remind me of the words of Jesus that I need to hear. (vi) Spirit, help me in my weakness. I have no idea what I should pray for, so I trust You to intercede for me with groans that my pitiful words can never express. Free me to groan my deepest heart aches to You, confident that I always have Your ear. Father, You know the mind of the Spirit. I give You permission to search my heart, to know the deepest, darkest part of me and to shine Your light into the darkness. Spirit, I praise You for interceding for me in this unutterable way in accordance with God’s will. (vii)

Mighty God, With Your mighty hand, You led your children out of captivity into freedom, Lord. (viii)You have been leading people into freedom ever since. Lead me into the freedom of knowing that You will never leave me or forsake me. You remind me, Lord, that it is for freedom that You have set me free. I think You need to put it in such basic terms because I can sometimes be so dull and forgetful! I choose to stand firm in You and not let myself be burdened by a yoke of slavery. (ix) Instead I choose to shoulder Your easy and light yoke and, side by side, we will get through this season together. As You teach me what companionship with You is, I learn from You and find rest for my soul. (x)You know how much I need rest for my soul and, only You the Mighty God can give it to me. I trust You for this rest.

Everlasting Father, I don’t know how it works that You are called the Everlasting Father, except to understand that You and the Father are one (xi). I have been given to You, Jesus, by Your Father who is greater than all. No one can snatch me out of Your Father’s hand, out of my Father’s hand. (xii) No matter what my emotions tell me, no matter how I may feel from one moment to the next, I am reassured in the reality that I am secure in You. If You justify me, who can bring a charge against me? If You, Jesus, are standing at God’s right hand interceding for me, who can condemn me? Nothing can separate me from Your love. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus my Lord. (xiii)

Prince of Peace, what a reassuring name! You are my Prince of Peace. You Yourself are my peace, destroying the barrier that used to exist between me and God, reconciling me to the Father through the cross. However, I don’t feel peace right now. I feel turmoil, conflict, anger, fear, uncertainty, anxiety, disappointment, loneliness, depression…I feel the weight of the world. I’m not experiencing peace right now. I know that You don’t promise me an easy ride. In fact, You say that in this world I will have trouble. That’s a given. But I take heart in the truth that You have overcome the world! (xiv) Your punishment upon the cross brought me peace, as my sin and iniquity (and that of the whole world) was laid upon You. (xv) I choose not to worry about tomorrow, because worrying is such a waste of time. If You take such care over Your creation, how can I doubt that You take intricate and intimate care of me? (xvi) This season, I am reminded that Your kingdom is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. (xvii)Like the woman who had been bleeding for twelve years, in the midst of the hurry and crowds of the season, I reach my trembling hand out to touch the edge of Your robe, knowing I will find healing there, and knowing that this little act of faith will stop You in Your tracks. You notice me. (xviii)


Your government, Your sovereign rule will never end. Your peace will go on and on.
I am Yours and You are mine. For today, that is enough for me.

Amen.

i 2 Corinthians 13:4
ii 2 Corinthians 12:9
iii Isaiah 42:1-4
iv Psalm 23
v John 14:16-18
vi John 14:26
vii Romans 8:26-27
viii Exodus 13:9
ix Galatians 5:1
x Matt 11:28-30
xi John 10:30
xii John 10:29
xiii Romans 8:34-39 (selected)
xiv John 16:33
xv Isaiah 53:5-6
xvi Luke 12:28
xvii Romans 14:17
xviii Matthew 5:25-34

A Prayer for the Journey

God,

Remind me daily why I am on this journey. Remind me that you are leading me, and as I hear Your voice, I will follow You, because I know Your voice1. You are also with me, and Your rod and staff comfort me2. Not only that, but goodness and mercy follow me all the days of my life3. That includes today.

Unless you build the house, my work is useless4 because apart from You I can do nothing. 5 May I become so busy or so slothful that I lose touch with you as the Vine. I need to remember that you call me to come to You when I am weary and heavy laden, so that You can give me rest for my soul. As I share Your yoke, I will find that Your yoke is easy and your burden is light. 6I cannot plough the furrow myself.

The good things I do today cannot save me – only grace, as Your gift to me. Thank You for this gift. I receive it with faith.7 Nevertheless, I have been created in You, Christ, for good works, prepared for me by You, Father. All this flows from my identity in You, as Your workmanship. 8 Lead me into these good works, that I may be clear that I am walking in Your will and not labouring in vain.

There will be many voices clamouring for my attention today. Over them all, may I hear Your voice, as You stand at my door and patiently knock, waiting to be invited in so we can share a meal together.9 I open that door now, inviting You in. Let all needs be addressed from this dining room; let all hearts be spoken to from this dining room; may I never leave this room to do ‘ministry’, but remind me that all ministry flows from this meal we are sharing together.

As I walk through this broken world with You today, Lord, I understand that I am chosen of You. I am holy and dearly loved. In response, I choose right now to clothe myself with compassion, with kindness, with humility, with gentleness and with patience. Strengthen me to bear with others, and remind me to forgive what ever grievances I have against others, as a pale reflection of the way You forgave me. Over all these virtues I choose to put on love which binds them all together in perfect unity. 10

Prince of Peace, may Your peace rule in my heart since, with my brothers and sisters as one body, we were called to peace. Spring up a fount of thankfulness in my heart11, for Your joy is my strength. 12

Father, in You I stand firm. In You, nothing will move me. I give myself fully, without reservation, wholeheartedly to Your work, because I know that my labour in You is not in vain13 – it has purpose, it has meaning, it has a reason, no matter how mundane, frustrating or humiliating it is.

Yours is the Kingdom, Yours is the power, Yours is the glory. Forever and ever.
Amen

1 John 10:4

2 Psalm 23:4

3 Psalm 23:6

4 Psalm 127:1

5 John 15:5

6 Matt 11:28-30

7 Eph 2:8

8 Eph 2:10

9 Rev 3:20

10 Colossians 3:12-14

11 Colossians 3:15

12 Nehemiah 8:10

13 1 Corinthians 15:58

Far from the madding crowd

You've probably heard by now the incident where Joshua Bell, world-renowned violinist played his $3 million Stradivarius in Washington subway station for 45 minutes. I think it was 2007. him. You can watch the astounding video here.

The Times online reports:

The results were astonishing, at least to Bell, who is accustomed to wowing packed concert halls of rapt listeners. Of the 1,097 people who passed him, just seven stopped to listen. A further 20 tossed coins into his fiddle case as they hurried by. Just one person recognized who Bell was. The rest of the 1,097 commuters — all 1,070 of them — walked within a few feet of this virtuoso, his priceless fiddle and the magnificent sound of Bach without any discernible reaction whatsover.

“It was a strange feeling,” Bell later recalled, “that people were actually ignoring me.” Particularly strange, I would guess, when, at the end of each piece, his playing (which usually brings standing ovations) elicited not a single clap. (to read this Times article in full, click here)

I think it's one of the pitfalls of my job, being a Pastor, but I've joined Walmart and Loblaws in starting to think about Christmas...in fact, I've been thinking about Christmas for a couple of weeks already. I've already had to say "no" to a couple of engagements, discovered that I'm double-booked for at least one event and have witnessed my December calendar getting very, very full already!

I hate when Christmas gets so full of stuff that Christ gets lost in the middle of it. He's there, on the sidelines, playing his wonderful music of grace, truth, hope and peace, as I rush by, earbuds in ears trying to figure out how I can slow down enough to spend time with Him this Christmas. If only I could stop. If only I chose to slow down. If only I decided to stay a while, breathe and whisper "Ah, there you are"

In the middle of all the expectations of the oncoming Christmas season, the only one that really counts surely is him. It's not about a season. It's not about expectations. It's not about trimmings and turkey and stuffing and presents...it's about stopping long enough, and often enough to BE with the King of Kings as He graciously welcomes into His presence.

A couple of ideas to get into a place where you can be with Christ this Christmas

• Turn the radio off in the car, and listen to the silence
• Meditate on verses of scripture throughout your day. Chew over what "Wonderul, Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father and Prince of peace"
  
• Set "Sacred Space" as your homepage throughout advent and intentional visit this space-making website of scriptural meditation every day.
• Listen to worship-based Christmas CDs, such as Chris Tomlin's "Glory in the Highest", Andrew Peterson's "Behold the Lamb of God" (my fave), Graham Kendrick's "Dreaming of a Holy Night" rather than the poppy, whimsical fun ones.
  

New Christian music is BLASPHEMOUS!

“There are several reasons for opposing it. One, it’s too new. Two, it’s often worldly, even blasphemous. The new Christian music is not as pleasant as the established style. Because there are so many new songs you can’t learn them all. It puts too much emphasis on instrumental music rather than Godly lyrics. This new music creates disturbances; people act indecently and disorderly. The preceding generation got along without it. It’s a money making scene and some of these new music upstarts are lewd and loose.”

How many of you agree? How many hearty "Amens"?

The author of these words is an Anglican Pastor named William Romaine and his critique was featured in An Essay on Psalmody. It was written in 1723. The “new music” he was referring to? The hymns of Isaac Watts.

It’s really easy to criticize new music, idolize old music, and demonize what you don’t like.

This was totally stolen from this blog

Cheers

Dan

I Stand By The Door

I mined yet another nugget of deep truth from my book of devotions "A guide to prayer for ministers and other servants" which I really cannot recommend highly enough. This nugget is entitled "I stand by the door" and is written by Samuel Shoemaker, who was one of the men who helped draft the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous. Why I'm blogging this poem is because it causes something deep within myself to long to occupy that place at the door:

I STAND BY THE DOOR
Samuel Shoemaker

I stand by the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out,
The door is the most important door in the world-
It is the door through which people walk when they find God.
There's no use my going way inside, and staying there,
When so many are still outside and they, as much as I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only the wall where a door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind people,
With outstretched, groping hands.
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it ...
So I stand by the door.

The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for people to find that door--the door to God.
The most important thing any person can do
Is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands,
And put it on the latch--the latch that only clicks
And opens to the person's own touch.
People die outside that door, as starving beggars die
On cold nights in cruel cities in the dead of winter—
Die for want of what is within their grasp.
They live, on the other side of it--live because they have not found it.
Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it,
And open it, and walk in, and find Him ...
So I stand by the door.

Go in, great saints, go all the way in--
Go way down into the cavernous cellars,
And way up into the spacious attics--
It is a vast roomy house, this house where God is.
Go into the deepest of hidden casements,
Of withdrawal, of silence, of sainthood.
Some must inhabit those inner rooms.
And know the depths and heights of God,
And call outside to the rest of us how wonderful it is.
Sometimes I take a deeper look in,
Sometimes venture in a little farther;
But my place seems closer to the opening ...
So I stand by the door.

There is another reason why I stand there.
Some people get part way in and become afraid
Lest God and the zeal of His house devour them
For God is so very great, and asks all of us.
And these people feel a cosmic claustrophobia,
And want to get out. "Let me out!" they cry,
And the people way inside only terrify, them more.
Somebody must be by the door to tell them that they are spoiled
For the old life, they have seen too much:
Once taste God, and nothing but God will do any more.
Somebody must be watching for the frightened
Who seek to sneak out just where they came in,
To tell them how much better it is inside.
The people too far in do not see how near these are
To leaving--preoccupied with the wonder of it all.
Somebody must watch for those who have entered the door,
But would like to run away. So for them, too,
I stand by the door.

I admire the people who go way in.
But I wish they would not forget how it was
Before they got in. Then they would be able to help
The people who have not, yet even found the door,
Or the people who want to run away again from God,
You can go in too deeply, and stay in too long,
And forget the people outside the door.
As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place,
Near enough to God to hear Him, and know He is there,
But not so far from people as not to hear them,
And remember they are there, too.
Where? Outside the door--
Thousands of them, millions of them.
But--more important for me--
One of them, two of them, ten of them,
Whose hands I am intended to put on the latch.
So I shall stand by the door and wait
For those who seek it.
"I had rather be a door-keeper ..."
So I stand by the door.

Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked. (Psalm 84:10)