Saturday, April 3, 2010
The Exquisite [and Deadly] Nature of Excuses, Part II
An excuse is a lie, masquerading as a reason.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Exquisite [and Deadly] Nature of Excuses, Part I
Lord, I will follow You. But let me first go and bury my father. Lord, I would follow You, but I've bought a field, purchased a herd, married a wife...."In my recent time away, God brought to mind a great deal about excuses. Such a fascinating practice, excuse-making! I came to realize that excuses are exquisite (when we find the perfect one for the right occasion) and simultaneously deadly (because they successfully block us from making further progress).
By way of definition, it occurred to me that an excuse (as opposed to a reason) is a "verbal response allowing its giver to shun responsibility and accountability."
We offer up excuses in the social realm, the marriage realm, on the job and then, above all, in the spiritual life. For me, among the sorriest of communications are those by which we "excuse" not following Jesus and not pursuing His agenda (Matthew 6:33).
So, over the next few days (or weeks!) I want to untangle my thoughts about the issue by jotting them down here. I'd welcome your responses! Certainly, there are the out-and-out lies we utter as excuses: "The dog ate my homework." There are the excuses which might carry within them a kernel of truth. "I've been so busy!" What seems clear is that:
- With them (excuses) I blame others for my failure or ineffectiveness. (Adam: "This woman You gave me...")
- With them I choose a lesser value over a greater one.
- By them I can do what I want and yet not appear to be self-absorbed!
- By them I can avoid doing hard things.
- With excuses I blend into the crowd. (ah, the safe mooing herd!)
- With them, I avoid risk, loss and the accompanying pain or humility.
Next time I want to describe what I see as the spiritual nature of excuses -- that explains in my mind how they become so deadly.
Monday, March 8, 2010
I can hear more when I'm quiet!
My son Jeff gave me the gift of rest last week. He took me on a trip, and for seven days, I could rest, read, listen and be quiet. What a treat. There were no expectations, no requirements and no deadlines. It was so good to spend some great time with my son. Then, as I read God's Word, I heard His voice clearly. The Father encouraged me and directed and re-oriented me -- to my value to Him and to my purpose and calling from Him. What a pleasure it was, to just be with the One Who loves Me and knows me by name. What a joy to know that I need not perform to please Him...that He wants me, as He's made me to be, doing what He's made me to do. What a prospect to look forward now -- to serving and developing servants, and therein being like the Master.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Faithful is He Who Called You
Let it never be forgotten that glamor is not greatness; applause is not fame; prominence is not eminence. The man of the hour is not apt to be the man of the ages. A stone may sparkle, but that does not make it a diamond; people may have money, but that does not make them a success. It is what the unimportant people do that really counts and determines the course of history. The greatest forces in the universe are never spectacular. Summer showers are more effective than hurricanes, but they get no publicity. The world would soon die but for the fidelity, loyalty and consecration of those whose names are unhonored and unsung. James R. Sizoo
Monday, February 15, 2010
Focus and simplicity
Thursday, January 14, 2010
When it's 4 am
When most of us wake up too early we attribute it to indigestion, too much “on our minds” or old age – then we want a simple solution like a pill. This morning when I awoke – too early by my judgment – God’s Spirit reminded me of a verse I memorized a long time ago: And early in the morning, while it was still dark, He arose and went out and departed to a lonely place, and was praying there. (Mark 1:35) In Jesus’ case, there certainly would have been much on His mind – but I don’t imagine it was a matter of not being able to sleep! More likely it was very simply the great priority of time with the Father – that time easily pushed back the human need to sleep. And since the crowds seemed to find Him everywhere, since every single voice seemed to want to push Him in one direction or the other -- He got time with His Father in the darkness, when the lamps were out and very few came knocking (except the occasional Nicodemus!). It wasn’t a lonely place because He was lonely – but because He was alone with His Father, in a quiet place where He could freely speak and listen. He said repeatedly: “I came to do the will of the Father Who sent Me…” So, again and again He went away -- when it was decision time or when it was a time of being hyper-busy…when He just needed time with One instead of time with so many. And He also went when it was time to die, at every major time, you’d have watched Him slip intentionally, purposefully away to a place to pray.
And immediately He made His disciples get into the boat and go ahead of Him to the other side to
Thursday, January 7, 2010
More fluff than stuff?
The temptation of the age is to look good without being good. Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out
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