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Dear Friends: Welcome to the first Dogwood Digest ever! This is the beginning of a weekly devotional ministry that I have wanted to do for a long time. The plan is to send you thoughts and Scripture that will encourage you as you struggle through this journey called life with one eye focused on the Savior. I will also update you on any newsworthy items, recommend favorite books or websites, or share any other information that might be of benefit to you. My hope is that you will enjoy what you read enough to forward this email to other friends that might enjoy it as well. Why the dogwood emblem? Since 1999, the year my mother died, the dogwood has been a reminder to me of the faithfulness of God even when He is silent. When my parents left for Houston, Texas, in 1998 for a year of experimental leukemia treatments, my dad prayed over his prized dogwood tree and asked God to keep it alive during his absence. A long year of suffering passed, and finally the Lord took my mother home to heaven. Back home in Connecticut, on the day of the funeral, as Dad and I walked around his yard, he pointed out the tree and told me of his request. Everything around us under the August sun was lush, green, and beautiful. But the dogwood tree was as dead as a doornail. In frustration, I stood and stared at the barren, lifeless branches. Why didn't God keep that stupid tree alive for my dad? Why was He turning a deaf ear to our prayers? That tree became a symbol to me of the silence of God in our tragedy. In agony I struggled with what seemed to be a lack of His involvement in our painful circumstances. Had God become distant? Was what we were going through not important enough to Him to step in and intervene? Where was God in our terrible grief? As I struggled with questions, I knew that Scripture was where I needed to look for answers. The book of Job seemed to be an appropriate place to start. So I studied and began to write about what I discovered there about God at work in and through the silence. The material eventually became the first chapter in what was to become my first book: When the Dogwood Dies: Trusting God When Life Threatens to Uproot Your Faith. So the dogwood blossom has a special place in my heart. It seemed only appropriate to give it a place of honor on my website and newsletter. At a retreat I spoke at last year, a very dear lady gave me a dogwood blossom that had been pressed within the pages of her Bible for many, many years, once given to her by her long-departed grandmother. I laminated that fragile gift and carry it within the pages of my Bible today. It is a reminder to me of the creative grace of God, that He could take the very thing that caused me such pain and turn it into an instrument of sanctification and good in my life. As faithfully as He is at work in my life, I know that He is at work in your life as well. I hope that what I have written will bring you encouragement in your walk with Him. Sincerely Yours, Julie Coleman |
From Caterpillar to Butterfly |
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In the fall that I was a student teacher in Gloucester, Massachusetts, a kindergartner carefully brought a monarch chrysalis to school. He had found it attached to a milkweed plant in a field by one of the seaside marshes that dotted the coastline. His teacher put it into an aquarium, and over the next few days, the class excitedly observed the changes that were visible within the semi-opaque cocoon. All eyes were on the chrysalis as time moved on, waiting for the special moment when a beautiful butterfly emerged from its cocoon. One Monday morning, as we all converged on the coffee machine, the kindergarten teacher shook her head in disgust. "It hatched over the weekend," she sighed. "The kids are going to be so disappointed." While in this case a bit uncooperative, the life cycle of the monarch butterfly is a science lesson most elementary school teachers have taught sometime in their career. The insect begins as an egg, laid on a milkweed plant, which hatches into the larva stage (what we call a caterpillar). This little guy goes on an eating rampage, chewing through every milkweed leaf he can find. After a few weeks of this, he forms a cocoon around himself, a bright green hard shell dotted with markings that look like pure gold. This chrysalis hangs from a milkweed for several days while astounding changes occur within its walls. Finally, the metamorphosis is complete, and a beautiful Monarch butterfly emerges. Paul uses that same word, metamorphosis, to portray what is happening to us as believers. He describes this ongoing process in Romans 12:2. "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. . ." Paul puts the idea of transformation in contrast to the idea of conformity. The world claims to offer individuality, touting its value for the independence and rights of the individual. But in reality, following the world is a walk away from freedom. Trying to remain conformed to the world after becoming a child of God is like putting clean, fresh water into a dirty, contaminated container. Instead, Paul urges, leave the world behind. Something miraculous and astounding has happened to you. You are a new creation. Don't go back to your old habits and ways of thinking. It doesn't make sense in light of your new identity. Instead, Paul offers an alternative. Be transformed. The verb is in the present, passive tense. It would be more accurately translated keep on being transformed. It is God who is doing the transformation within us. This is an ongoing, continual, and lifelong process. The Greek metamorphosis conveys the idea of a radical reversal in our thinking, our values, and in our methods in expressing these things. Transformation can require a complete destruction of what was in order to build what will now be. A home on our street, owned by a reclusive old lady, was showing serious signs of neglect and ruin when we first moved into our home a few doors down. Raccoons had invaded the attic and for many years had made themselves at home. The construction company that eventually bought the home told us the wild animals had nested there, chewing electrical wiring and staining the interior walls of the upstairs floor with their urine and feces. In order to make the home habitable again, the builders completely gutted the home. The whole house's interior was stripped down to studs. Only then could it be rebuilt into a beautiful new home, with new wiring, drywall, and flooring. Sometimes our transformation involves demolition in our lives as well. This can be a painful process. But it is a necessity to make room for the ultimately superior new. Where sin once dwelt will eventually be inhabited by godliness. Foolishness will be blasted away to make room for wisdom. A life made helpless by out of control desires will be transformed to allow the peaceful control of the Spirit. The process may not always be pleasant, but the outcome outshines any temporary discomfort that may be necessary. In contrast to the conformity demanded by the world, this transformation takes place within the parameters of the individual person God created us to be. He carefully crafted us with specific gifts, strengths, and weaknesses. Following Christ does not require becoming a "Stepford" Christian. The opposite is actually true. The verses immediately after Romans 12:2 are focused on the individuality of the church body's members in terms of exercising the spiritual gifts we were given. Metamorphosis is not the process of being squeezed into a mold. Rather, transformation only makes us a new and improved version of what we were when He saved us. Each of the stages in a monarch butterfly's life is a movement toward the final mature phase. God has the same purpose in our transformation. He is interested in making us "perfect and complete, lacking in nothing" (James 1:4). Out with the old. In with the new. It is a process which may at times be distressing. Yet the final results are worth it all.
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Mommy Guilt
Thursday, February 28, 2008
When you are a mother, guilt is a state of being. I personally am plagued with guilt every time I stop and think about my effectiveness as a mother. There are a thousand things I would do differently if I were to live the years of raising my children over again. I would pray for them more often. Spend more one-on-one time with each of my precious children. Make them do more chores. The list goes on forever.
One day my daughter's fourth grade teacher came into the teacher's lounge at lunchtime. She sat down next to me and said, "Julie, I want to share with you what Melanie gave as a prayer request this morning." This couldn't be good. I braced myself for what would surely be humiliating words to hear. Doris continued, "She said: 'Would you please pray that my Mom would cook us a homemade meal? It's been so long.'"
The entire table of faculty members erupted into laughter. As we were mostly comprised of working mothers, everyone understood from personal experience the impossibility of being June Cleaver and a teacher all at once. That particular week, Steve had been gone on a business trip. Therefore, most nights we had stopped at McDonald's on the way home so that I didn't have to face cooking and homework time while solo parenting. I sat up straighter in my chair. "OK," I promised. "Tonight I am going to make a meatloaf, potatoes, and a green bean casserole. Comfort food. My days of being a bad mother are over. At least for this week."
That afternoon, we had a faculty meeting after school. As we were trying to choose a reading curriculum, it was long and involved. We didn't leave the meeting until after 5 PM. I gathered up my papers from my desk and wearily headed down the hall toward the parking lot. On the way out, I stuck my head in Doris' room. "Keep on praying," I told her. "We are going to Wendy's."
Yes, guilt is a burden when you are a mom. It can also be a burden even if you are not blessed with children. Most women I know exist in a state of guilty feelings. We never can do enough or do it well enough.
What does the Bible have to say about guilt? You might be surprised.
Guilt is never referred to as a feeling. In Scripture, guilt is a condition. It is the condition into which we are born. We inherited it from our ancestor, Adam. Romans 5:18 tells us "through one transgression there resulted condemnation to all men." Thanks, Adam. One bite of the forbidden fruit and we were all history.
Of course, thankfully there is a second part to that verse: "Even so, through one act of righteousness there resulted justification of life to all men." Thanks to the sacrifice Jesus made on our behalf, we were given justification from our guilty state. Justification is a legal term, meaning declared innocent. When Jesus suffered and died on the cross, the Heavenly Judge banged the gavel, and those who believed were set free. One man's act condemned us. The other One's act paid our debt in full.
So technically, we are not guilty any more, at least in God's sight. Yet we do like to continue carrying the often crushing weight of guilt around on our shoulders.
One of the many benefits to our salvation is the fact the Holy Spirit resides within us as a guarantee of our salvation. He does more than inhabit us. He guides us and teaches us. This includes letting us know when we are in the wrong. Conviction for our sin is a healthy thing. It prompts us to repentance and to make peace with those we have wronged. But once we have confessed the sin, and, if necessary, have gone to those we have offended, it is over. Water under the bridge. Time to move on. Yet we hold tight to the guilt, refusing to forgive ourselves.
Satan loves this. The Bible calls him "The Accuser." He wants to incapacitate us in any way possible. And with many of us, guilt is an extremely effective tool. It makes us focus on ourselves and our frailties, instead of on Christ and His provision for our sin. Guilt can be a paralyzing emotion. We are loathe to make the same mistake, so in our shame, we stop trying.
Once we have confessed the sin, we must place the guilt in God's capable hands and walk away. Jesus' shoulders are big enough to bear our guilt. And His sacrifice was big enough to pay the price for that sin.
Be wise enough to see the difference between conviction and guilt. Let the forgiveness that has been so freely given us wash over you. Bask in the grace of God. Because you are free. Even if you eat at Wendy's.
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