
Why am I so fascinated with fireworks? Especially on a warm summer's eve with just the right amount of breeze blowing through my hair.
reflections on life, grace and the journey
I've always thought this jar was a wonderful idea, but until recently did not realize how crucial this concept of giving thanks actually is to the life of a believer. Why? Because remembering with thanks is what causes us to trust--to really believe. Brennan Manning says, "The foremost quality of a trusting disciple is gratefulness."
I'm currently reading Ann Voskamp's book One Thousand Gifts and being steadily convinced that gratitude breeds trust. That most of the lack of joy in my life is caused by my lack of trust in the goodness of God. But by counting the blessings in my life, I will discover Who can be counted on.
Even in the dark moments when remembering doesn't kindle a grateful heart, but rather a wounded heart. Even then. I have one memory that covers them all. Christ. "He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all--how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?" (Romans 8:32) To use Ann Voskamp's words...If God didn't withhold from us His very own Son, will God withhold anything we need? How will He not also graciously give us all things He deems best and right? The counting of all blessings is ultimately summed up in One.
So, my manna jar gives me the perspective of years. I can remember and give thanks. And this feeds my trust. And likewise, my joy. And I eat the manna, that mysterious provision from God that gives me life.
"For really, as long as I live, travel, is there ever anything else to eat? I either take the 'what is it?' manna with thanks, eat the mystery of the moment with trust, and am nourished another day--or refuse it...and die. Jesus calls me to surrender and there's nothing like releasing fears and falling into peace. It terrifies, true. But it exhilarates. This, this is what I've always wanted and never knew: this utter trust, this enlivening fall of surrender into the safe hands. There is no joy without trust!" (Ann Voskamp)
Recently, I’ve been leisurely reading Paul Miller’s A Praying Life (fabulous!! can’t recommend it highly enough) and as he was writing about “praying without ceasing” I was really brought up short. All of my 30+ years of walking with Jesus, I always assumed that the way to “pray without ceasing” was to be focused and determined; to just grit my teeth and say “I will do this, I will do this, I will do this….” That’s what maturity looks like right? You know what to do and then set your strengths on accomplishing it because the Bible says to do it.
But what caught me off guard was the fact that I’ve never (ever) been able to pray without ceasing by trying to do it this way. Heck, I’ve never even been able to pray for 15 minutes a day by doing it this way.
The “aha moment” was when I realized that my strength would never be able to make me into an “always in conversation with God” person, but my weakness would. When I see just how weak, needy and poor I am; when I know that my life doesn’t really work and I can’t make it work; when I am consistently conscious of my inability to love others or change deeply ingrained sin patterns then I become the type of person who is always talking to Dad.
When I am aware of my weakness and inability, then constant prayer is as natural as breathing. But when I’m busy trying to be my own savior (or looking to all of the other false sexy Jesus’ that this world conjures up), praying without ceasing is no more possible than sprouting wings and flying to Nova Scotia. Thirty years of walking with the Master, tens of thousands of dollars in theological education, years in ministry and I never realized what every toddler instinctively knows… when you can’t do it on your own, you’re naturally going to rely on Daddy.
(a little daunting to think that a lot of you who read this blog pay good money so that I can mentor pastors, missionaries and other christian leaders, isn't it!)