Red Doors, Black Friday and One Salty Lady

  These will be the most seemingly random things to connect, but I promise if you'll hang with me- we'll connect the dots. I hope............ If I start with where I got to, it wouldn't make sense...... So I have to tell you how I got there, even though how I got there is not near as important as where I got to.......... Boy, am I selling this or what?! Got it? Outstanding. Shall we pass through red doors?

  With every passing day, I am more aware of how precious time is. With every passing day, the kids are a little older (a day to be precise,) they are a little more observant, a little more verbal....... and I find myself having to rethink most of my parenting strategies to keep up. Things that they were oblivious to a year ago, they are not anymore. Things- images and words......... that I could take for granted, as they passed through their little filters and emerging perspectives, I can not anymore. I know this for certain, because Emerson knows how to use the term "commando" appropriately.........

  You know how your kids get to be a certain age and they repeat something from a commercial or a song, and it both occurs to you and horrifies you that you are now in "that phase." The phase, where you could have grown up conversations in front of them, has ended....... the phase where you could talk about Christmas without spelling every word, is O-V-E-R. And, it has been replaced with a terrifying phase of awareness, and not just awareness, but thinking it over, asking questions and applying it appropriately. Lord Help! I had been telling myself that I was safe because the kids only picked up on A: childlike things that were geared towards them, or B: things that I pointed out to them. I was so hoping they would stay in a cocoon of my own making and control, a place safe and secure, without worry, fear or corruption........ A place where nothing dark or painful dwells, a place where they see only the finest character and the choicest, abundant life. But, they don't live in a cocoon, nor do I........ and it would be weird if we did. This is the world we are born into, in this season and age, and though we don't belong here, we do abide here.

    It wasn't really my fault that I began realizing all of this.......... it was Bret Baier's and the All-Star Panel. You see, I love the news. I love politics and government...... like really, really love politics and government........... like live tweet elections, fast during November and have the web address to live stream the senate floor bookmarked on my computer........ and my phone......... that kind of love. Better said- I have a love hate relationship with these things. I find them both fascinating/inspiring and appalling/disgusting, of paramount importance and at the same time entirely ridiculous. And, when it's just me at home, I have on the news like background music. One afternoon, the kids were in the other room watching whatever benign kids show and I was in my room, doing laundry and of course..... watching the news (waiting for the Kraut). Emerson wandered in to ask for a snack and he sat down and waited while I finished folding. Normally, I don't have it on in front of them, but this day I left it on until I was done. Time passed, we made snacks and a couple hours later, Emerson comes back to me and asks about.............. drumroll, please!!!....... our health insurance?  On the one hand, I was proud of my budding citizen- it was a logical, thoughtful question. On the other hand, my heart just sank. It sank, because now I realized that just because he's playing with the Batcave, doesn't mean he's not hearing what's going on......... and upon hearing it, he's thinking about it and wondering how it relates to him......... and now it was there as a worry, in his heart and in his head. Dern!! I am so not ready for this, I was just getting used to the constant conversations about the origin of super heroes and talking about Barbies like they are real people! Let's stay there a little while longer!

  But, too late. The terrible truth everyone tells you and you never believe? They grow up so fast.  They grow up so, so fast.  I am now realizing that there is a whole great big world out there, that my kids are becoming more aware of and interested in, a world that is trying to sell, convince, entertain, entice and tempt them into it. A world that is actively vying for their attention,  their time (my money!) and at some point their worldview.  And, if I'm not careful "the world," even in kid-friendly subtleties,  will be what shapes their views about marriage, character, God, money, priorities..............What a frightening thought. But, I don't want to be fearful, I want to be wise.

  And, I certainly want to bring my A-game when it comes to this new and evolving territory.  How can I understand this better, use it to our advantage.......... make sure the right things are finding their way in? Enter The Bible series. I had been wanting to watch it and just never got around to it, but now I wanted to see if the kids- in this new more mature (lol) phase-  would be interested in it. It's not cartoonish, with goofy characters or tinkling music, not visually exciting like Veggie-tales or Superbook. Here, is what I wanted to observe: would they be actively interested on their own,   understand and recognize these familiar stories in a different format,  and if/how they would process and apply it.  This probably sounds a little unnecessary, but I think at the very root of it all, is the heart of a young(ish) mom and the curiosity, worry and fear of  realizing my kids are growing up.

  So, here we go! In the beginning........ I was immediately delighted. They were both enthralled in Noah, sympathetic to Ishmael and worried for Abraham and Isaac. Emerson especially, he wanted to watch it again the next day, wanted to know when we would get to see the next episode. I was so excited they were genuinely interested.  This isn't so bad, maybe it's a good thing, even a great thing, that they are taking in more, seeing the world around them differently. Maybe their sponginess is a good thing!

  The first thing the Lord brought to mind, was this: God's word is true and living, and regardless of age or format, it stirs something in our spirits. Whether it is milk or meat, for young or old, there is something supernatural and powerful about it that grips and captivates us. Oh my Word! Do you know what a comfort that is to me?? My greatest fear for my kids is that they will grow up "knowing"- hearing and remembering- the word, but not loving or living the word. Our whole life is church, we are intentional about talking about how central our relationship with Jesus is to everything we do. But, sometimes I feel like I'm getting the "Yeah mom, whatever......." look or response. I want it to be fascinating and real for them, the way it is for me.  I don't want all of this to be just their habit, I want it to be their very heart. What a sweet encouragement to be reminded that for all the things that I will have no control over in the future, my God is so faithful, and if I will be faithful to continue making a place for His Word in our home, He will take care of the rest.

  Also, we have any number of Bible based shows on all the time and the kids love it, but I do wonder how much, is them responding to the humor, color, sound or presentation of it, as opposed to them responding to the truth of it. Watching The Bible, I could tell they were reacting to the content of it. A great thing and a scary thing. They get and understand content, regardless of what the content is, whether it's truth-filled scripture, useless information or anecdotes and situations that reveal a world I'm not ready for them to know about.  They get it, they may not understand it entirely rightly or in the fullest context, but they get it. Good to know.

  But, here is the part I really want to share: I was previewing the next episode when I got to the story of Moses and Pharaoh. I know this story forwards and backwards, so I don't know why it struck me differently this time, it just did. I was watching the part about the plagues and finally passover. So many times, we think of this event as a smaller part of a larger whole, we think of it as the last plague......... the last link in a chain of events, one of several ways God demonstrated Himself to Pharaoh. Or, we think about it as one of several examples of sacrifice or "passover" that are leading us to THE Passover lamb, the Messiah. We think of this particular event as a sequential part of both God's judgement and mercy..... both sacrifice and deliverance. And, it is truly all of those things, but just for now..... let's isolate it and work our way from very personal to the much bigger picture.

 "Then they are to take some of the blood and put it on the sides and tops of the door-frames of the houses where they eat the lambs. That same night they are to eat the meat roasted over the fire, along with bitter herbs, and bread made without yeast..............On that same night I will pass through Egypt and strike down every firstborn of both people and animals, and I will bring judgment on all the gods of Egypt. I am the Lord." Exodus 12:7-8. 12

  If I were tech savvy enough I would put that little clip here, but alas nay. I think the 1950's bible art pic demonstrates just how technically gifted I am........ I was able to center it though, so that's awesome. You will just have to picture it with me. Moses gives the Israelites instructions on preparing their house for passover........ the movie cut to the slaves killing the lambs and draining the blood to paint their doors. It made me cringe just a bit and I was glad the kids weren't there to see this. It showed parents- comforting their children, their firstborn sons, as they stood and watched their doors be smeared with blood. I don't know why, but it was the first time I ever thought about what that act of obedience must have been like for actual families, for children to witness and parents to fulfill. And, yes, it was an act of obedience, one that came with both choice and consequence for everyone......... Israelites perished that night too you know, there was weeping in the palace and weeping in the pit.

  I thought about those children............. What were those children thinking? What were those sons thinking as they hurried bowls of blood to their own homes and their neighbor's door? Do you suppose some of the older among them understood that their very life, their own salvation, was entirely dependent on their parents obedience? Do you think they understood that explicit directions had been given on the killing, preparing and eating of the sacrifices......... and that their entire community was busy trying to follow each one. They had to have been afraid, they had to have heard the whispers of what awesome and terrible judgement would come that night. The children, if they were even the age of mine, surely saw the earlier plagues- the content, if you will- and even if they didn't fully understand  what was happening or the context and value of it....... they saw the content. They saw rivers run red, they saw frogs and swarms of bugs, disease and darkness....... they saw enough, don't you think? Enough for it to have penetrated their mind and heart??  I think even those who didn't have full knowledge and adult understanding of what was happening, knew enough to be afraid.

  And, what about the parents of those children? Can you imagine the burden bore by a mother or father, who's obedience and responsive action held their child's life in the balance? I watched those few minutes of the movie, over and over again, and was really challenged to put myself in their place. Can you imagine, "Sara, here is My Word, My instructions........ Your child will live or die based on how you carry them out......  Your child will live or die based on your belief, that I AM........" Could there be greater motivation for absolute and accurate action to be taken?? Would you even know what to do?


  Simply, yes- you would.  God's Word may not always make sense to us in our natural mind, but it always adheres to order and always has meaning. Our God has every gifting, He is both creative and administrative-  and even though fear and chaos seemed to reign that night, He had given the clearest of directions.  Look at this text, Moses didn't come back with a general idea, he came back with a precise methodology for how this was to be carried out. This was not an opportunity for interpretation, it was an opportunity for obedience.  And, if God is going to require your obedience, He will make it possible for you to give it. He never hides his intentions or expectations, not then and not now.

“This month is to be for you the first month, the first month of your year. Tell the whole community of Israel that on the tenth day of this month each man is to take a lamb for his family, one for each household. If any household is too small for a whole lamb, they must share one with their nearest neighbor, having taken into account the number of people there are. You are to determine the amount of lamb needed in accordance with what each person will eat. The animals you choose must be year-old males without defect, and you may take them from the sheep or the goats. Take care of them until the fourteenth day of the month, when all the members of the community of Israel must slaughter them at twilight." Exodus 12:2-6


  The Lord didn't just spring this on anyone, they had 10 days before they gathered their lamb and another 4 days of keeping the lamb, until it was to be killed.  I don't imagine that there were lots of opportunities for dinner parties for the captive Jews, and this was certainly not intended to be one, but relate it to your world........ 10 days of your menu being set, but you can't get the groceries yet, most important meal of your life....... has 1 item, you will prepare the food with your neighbors, but this is no neighborhood BBQ.  There is even a certain way to stand while you eat?!? Who knew?  Every mother and father had 10 days to talk about, think about and wonder about what might happen. As a mama, that's 10 days of wondering if you may really lose your child in just a few days, 10 days of reflecting on the calamity you've seen unfold in plagues, 10 days of weighing the stories you've heard in captivity- about your God- and deciding if they're true........... 10 days to decide if you'll be getting a lamb. That's 4 more days of keeping a lamb, 4 more days of preparing for the meal........ 4 more days of circling your sacrifice and making sure it is in fact, without blemish or defect. We've just had several snow days in a row....... if you think tensions ran high on day 4 of snow days....... imagine day 12 of waiting for passover.

    I thought about what it must have been like as a mom to wait at our little carved out home, hoping that there was enough blood for my door, what joy and relief I would have felt when it was brought to me. I thought about painting my door as my children stood by watching, uncertain and afraid. Would I have turned to them with confidence and reassured them, had I lived a life that was conspicuously faithful and trusting of the Lord......... would I be able to communicate those truths to calm their fears? Or, would my silence and sobriety make them worry more? What if I had no history of walking with the Lord to point them to? What if bondage had robbed me of faith or courage, and subsequently the ability to comfort? No stones of remembrance, for our family, that my children could recite in times of worry? What if we'd never had "those" conversations before....... about God or obedience, or sin and sacrifice? What if I had never talked to my children about judgement or mercy, until that very night?
   But, what if the opposite is true........ maybe there were mothers and fathers who had such unwavering and enduring faith, that they NEVER feared for their child? What if in that house, they ate their meal and then could hardly sleep, not because of dread or anguish, but because they were so brimming with excitement........ such unspeakable joy, because they KNEW their freedom was drawing near?? It just had to be, God had said it.

  Strangely, I thought about some of my attempts at craftiness........ I have two basic categories for Pinterest attempts: Pinterest Fails and Pinterest Fails That Maim or Injure. Every single time, without exception, that I have tried to paint, faux, modge or podge something, it has ended terribly wrong..... unworthy of sharing, repetition or having it's pic taken.  But, I do remember having paint or stain on
my hands and fingernails for days, either as proof of my effort or an embarrassing reminder. And, I wonder if parents sat there and waited out the darkest of nights, hoping their stained hands were enough...... wondering if those stained hands would hold lifeless children or peacefully sleeping children, when the sun came up.

  Don't you know you would use rags or dry brush to paint your door until they fell apart, until all you held was threads and dust....... and then, you would have scraped it out with your fingers and smeared it with your bare hands? I can imagine a mother frantically covering every crack, using her fingers to reach every corner until it was fully and thoroughly red.  I would have inspected it over and over, going in and coming out, watching as it dried......... eating a hurried and silent meal.......... and just as darkness falls, I would check the absolute redness of my door one more time........................

   

  And, this is the thought that consumed me, "What if the life and salvation of my children depended on my obedience........ my willingness to make our house markedly, discernibly different?" 

Then it occurred to me, what if that is indeed exactly how it is?

The life and salvation of my children and others.........
  Now, that's over-simplified of course. It is not us who saves, bad as we may want to.  It wasn't the parents or responsible guardians who did the sparing or taking, that dark night long ago, that choice was singularly the Lords. Let us not be confused at all who holds the absolute power of life and death.
   That is where both the beauty and danger of free will lies. In every life there is always a choice, always an effect. There are choices that garner discipline, choices that garner reward.......... choices that invite growth and choices that welcome death. In ministry, we have prayed with heartbroken parents- parents of children who were lost or wandering, children who had unexpectedly strayed........ We've prayed with parents who trained them up, parents who didn't have the training either....... They all wept the same.
  We've prayed with children, who grieved for hardened and unrepentant parents, parents who in their final moments rejected God.  If we could "obey" the way to heaven for another, surely we would..... but we can't.

 ...... Depended on my obedience......
   My obedience alone saves no one- NO NOT ONE- not even me, and there will be greater numbers than we'd like to know, of devout, orthodox and obedient people weeping at judgement. But, chew on this for a moment........ my obedience to Christ alone can "save" many.  That seems like the same thing but it's not.
  Anyone is capable of obedience- hate-filled, evil consumed murderers in prison spend a good portion of their day in obedience, but that doesn't make them righteous. There are religious zealots leading what they consider to be the sincerest, most obedient life....... who are still not saved. For the New Testament Christian especially, our life has to be more than just obedient, even more than moral. Our calling, our passions and pursuits should not be about demonstrating our obedience- or ability to follow directions, but it HAS to be about demonstrating our relationship........ and many times we do that, through obedience. My desire, not to save others- but to BRING salvation to others- falls woefully short, if the motivation behind it is being able to check it off a list of required activities, for righteousness. An obedient life is not about my love of rule following, and I do so love rule following, it is about my love of HIM, my HIM FOLLOWING.

  And, that's how it is, isn't it?  We bring others to Salvation........ or maybe you take Salvation to others. The Israelites that night, as they divided meat among neighbors and brought bowls of blood to each door........ it was not the person carrying the bowl who saved, but the person carrying the bowl brought salvation, brought mercy masked as blood. Friends, that's the opportunity we have even today.  I am capable of redeeming nothing, in fact in my flesh, I only soil and sully more.......... but, I know THE REDEEMER, I know He who does. And friend, I can bring it to you, to your very door.
BUT IT REQUIRES MY OBEDIENCE.

  If I am obedient to Christ and Christ alone, it is not just His law that is important, it is His love.  And, that changes everything.  If I am obedient to Christ alone, and my obedience is motivated by love......... it can change my heart, change my home and change the world. That kind of obedience is what drives missionaries to far off places,  what propels the Gospel from fearful mouths, what causes extravagant giving and self-less serving.

..... Am I willing to make my house markedly, discernibly different.......
  So now, this is a story of not just obedience, but relationship....... obedience and relationship- that positions us, humbly, before a holy God in a way that invites His protection and blessing. If that is true, and our hearts and actions can accomplish such a thing, than perhaps this is true as well........

  "What if my child's ability to grow in the admonition and favor of the Lord, their ability to truly KNOW God and embrace the reality of Him as Savior, was bound by a cord to me......... and my willingness to lead a life that was visibly obedient, my willingness to make not just our "house" but our home, our time, our habit and our treasures....... markedly, discernibly different- set apart from others, hidden behind and clinging to a crimson veil?"

  Yes, friend. I believe that's exactly how it is. I absolutely believe that though my child has a will and ultimately a choice, my responsibility as their parent is to lead a life that provides protection, wisdom and at every opportunity an example, that points them to Christ....... and though this life will not be perfect or pain free, I believe that the power of Christ in me, will help me to lead it in unflinching obedience. I believe that just as those frightened parents on that dark night of passover, painted their doors red, to invite God's mercy........... I have the choice to lead a life and to make decisions that invite God's mercy into our home.

  I am- friend, YOU ARE- the first representation of Christ that your child will know, and that should change us, THAT SHOULD CHANGE ME. That truth should change.......... no, in fact it IS changing me, changing my heart and my home, it is changing the content that my children see in me.  This whole little exercise is showing me this:  Yes, I need to continue to be vigilant about what I allow the world to communicate to my children, it does matter, it does influence........ but exponentially more influential, is what I communicate to my children. They are more aware, that's true, but more than any other person, or t.v. show.......... they are tuned in to me. I am broadcasting loud and clear, 24/7 from my living room and my kitchen, in the car and at dinner......... I am broadcasting what is important or should be, I am showing them what mercy looks like or doesn't look like........ I am showing faith and fear, humility and pride.......... Oh, I am showing it all on my channel. Yes, they may pick up a sassy word here or there from a show or a friend, from the world......... but they will pick up the world from me.
    And, my priorities, my words and deeds, habits and hobbies- all of it- is not just telling them who I am, but who Christ is, who I believe He is. What an overwhelming honor and burden to know that for now,  my kids are shaping their image of Christ based on me. Now, I will be disappointing of course, even in valiant effort, I will always fall short, and there will be a time in their lives when they realize that the love and nature of their Savior cannot be adequately displayed in any other. But, right this minute, in their mostly protected and mostly innocent view, they are trusting me to walk like..... talk like....... and love like our gracious Father. The part that keeps me awake........ is that until they know our Heavenly Father better, it's not that they assume I am like Him, it's that they assume HE IS LIKE ME.

   In this life, there will be a thousand opportunities for Andy and I to stand at our door with our children, with stained hands.  There will be nights of nervous waiting, dark, dark days that require our obedience in the face of fear.  There will be times of celebrating and grieving, times of bondage and deliverance.  We will stand at our door........... And they will be watching and waiting to see what we do.  Will we respond in obedience? Are we shaken and fearful or confident and faithful?  Will we bring mercy to our neighbor? Am I willing to make my home markedly, visibly different......... for their protection, for their wisdom, to invite mercy? Am I willing to edit and order my life in a way that positions me in the center of God's will and under His protection?

 GOD, LET ME LIVE A LIFE THAT PAINTS MY DOORS RED.

Getting Ready for a Roadtrip

 This post begins a series on Holy week...... ( yeah....as it turned out, God had other plans for me this week. And, as is the nature of stomach bugs in a house with young children..... this was a series of one : )   Hopefully, as Christians, we are already celebrating Easter, sharing the greatest of good news with others and giving thanks for our salvation.  But, even to believers......... especially to believers......... it can become more habit than heart. We want to see the stone rolled away, the morning light break and the tomb empty.........it is my favorite part of the story, too. But, is it possible in our celebrating- in our focusing on the resurrection- that we forget the road that was, literally, walked to Calvary? We forget the significance of each word, each day and event that led to the cross. There is nothing accidental or superfluous about Jesus. There is nothing about Jesus, not worth noting.......every word and action, meant to teach or demonstrate to others who He is.

The passage that gives us Palm Sunday is Matthew 21:1-10........The Triumphal Entry. But, as one of my good friends often reminds me, sometimes the Rabbi teaches the most important parts, before and after the "important part."

The Gospels are jam packed with information, moving quickly from birth, to teachings, to death and resurrection. This portion is no different. Just before the Triumphal Entry, in Matthew 20, Jesus gives the parable of the Laborers in the Vineyard, foretells His death and resurrection. This is also where James and John send their mother to ask for preference for them, and that they be seated beside Jesus in heaven. Finally, as they set out for Jerusalem- Jesus stops to heal the blind men on the side of the road, including Bartimaeus. Some of the greatest parts of scripture are right here, all unfolding in a matter of days.

Go back and read this chapter this weekend. Keep in mind Jesus knows why He is heading to Jerusalem, He has always known- and He has told the disciples what is about to happen, He stops to tell them again, in Matthew 20, just to make sure they understand what they are walking to. This is His Triumphal Entry, right? But, not the triumphal entry many had hoped for, though it was triumphant, indeed. He is making a journey on a road that God has ordained as His will, but will ultimately end in suffering and death........ and He knows it. Just as He knows the hairs on our head, He knows the stripes He will receive, the insults hurled against Him and the thorns that will soon tear His brow. He has seen all of this before and a few chapters later we will see Him praying to His heavenly Father, "let this cup pass." Jesus knows the road He walks, He knows that each time He falls asleep and wakes again, He is one day closer to the ultimate victory.....but before the ultimate victory, is the ultimate suffering....... the ultimate sacrifice.

Have you ever prepared to make an important trip? A vacation? Maybe you were being recognized or honored for your job? Everyone of us has prepared for an important event that concerned us, and as is our nature, WE are the focus. What do WE need? What do WE pack? What helps US make the best presentation/impression? Hair, check. Nails, check. Dry cleaning, check. The closest I can relate to this as a housewife/pastor's wife is........and it's quite a stretch, mind you........ the few times a year we  go to conferences, go to other churches, speaking/music engagements or retreats that we've done for others. A few days max, and even Andy and I have been known to travel with an entourage.......(ha! I just wanted to see what that was like to say! By entourage, of course I mean Mimi......just Mimi. And, she's less hair and make up and more child wrangler/chaos management. For us, a successful trip is determined by how much we can limit the withering and blithering of our offspring. ) You see, even on the less grand end of the spectrum........even our little jaunts, the occasional coming or going....... all are planned and mapped out according to our need, preference, comfort and convenience.  We are no different than you, and when we make a trip......"WE" are the focus, for us. That made sense in my head, but when I see it written out.........."we are the focus for we? I?" Say it however, the gist is, it is all about me....... But not right now, I mean, just on "me" trips........... It's about you, too......when it's a "you" trip. I'm making this worse, I see that now.   "Kids, honey......don't get in my way, because this is about ME, I have to do my thing, be focused, sharp.........Get your camera, baby, cause I'm about to be great!"

Have you ever seen a souped up tour bus driving down the highway and wondered ( strike that, we rarely wonder anymore....... we google....)  googled what concerts are in town or tried to guess who might be behind those drawn shades? Whomever is in that bus, has a rider......... not a person tagging along...... a tour rider. Some written set of instructions, that lays out everything from lighting, sound and equipment..... to food requests, water preferences.......the normal and not-so normal demands of a person. We have fulfilled many a rider in our day........from a specific brand of mayonnaise, to favorite candies and munchies, chilled or definitely un-chilled water, to foods that meet dietary restrictions for an allergic child who is traveling with, unnamed important person. And, you never mind doing it. It is fun and exciting and you are thrilled that this person is coming and you are thrilled that you get to host and you go out of your way to make them welcome. And you do all of this because they, whomever they are, IS the show.  Whatever event is happening, is happening because this person is coming and people will come to see them.........pay real money, in fact! Actual American dollars will be paid to see this one person........and for that, they get to ask for as many mayonnaise's as their mayonnaise loving heart requires!!  So, pretty much exactly like Jesus entered the city, right?!?!

It's such a contradiction, it's kinda funny to think about.........Jesus..... uber rock-star of the desert? Making demands left and right? With his elite entourage........of fishermen? Ha! Jesus is the antithesis of self-importance or ego. Short of a donkey, I don't know that He made a lot of demands of His band of merry men. Even the things He needed, were for other people.........fishes and loaves to feed, a bowl to wash others feet, even the donkey He rode in on........was to fulfill Old Testament scripture. I'd like to see that in a rider........."Um, yeah.....we are gonna need all the green M&M's extracted, separated and placed out of sight........Why, you ask??? Oh, just to fulfill hundreds of years of Old Testament prophecy.....that's all."

Let's compare and contrast, shall we? How did Christ prepare to make the most important journey of His life, His destiny? With patience, kindness, humility and grace. His "rider" was not a list of demands, not a list of things He required....but things He promised to give. A beautifully executed to-do list........not showing what is most important to Him, but who is most important to Him....... and that, is us.  In Matthew 20, we get a perfect picture of our King.
 
 

“But he answered one of them, ‘I am not being unfair to you, friend. Didn’t you agree to work for a denarius? Take your pay and go. I want to give the one who was hired last the same as I gave you. Don’t I have the right to do what I want with my own money? Or are you envious because

 I am generous?’  “So the last will be first, and the first will be last.”

 
 First, He tells His followers about the kingdom of heaven- that it's for everyone..... Jew and Gentile, those that come early and those who arrive late, ALL are welcome....... He shows such kindness. Grace. He tells them........This was made for you.

 

Now Jesus was going up to Jerusalem. On the way, he took the Twelve aside and said to them, “We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be delivered over to the chief priests and the teachers of the law. They will condemn him to death and will hand him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and flogged and crucified. On the third day he will be raised to life!”

He tells the disciples- I will submit, I will suffer, I will die and I will rise again......... What humility and grace.  What Love! He tells them.........This will be done for you.

When the ten heard about this, they were indignant with the two brothers. Jesus called them together and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave— just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

   He tells them again, whomever is first, is last and last is first, in the Kingdom.  You cannot do this; which requires Me to do it, but, I do it for you. He takes the time to answer a seemingly silly question and He answers it, with Truth........ Encouragement. Grace. Love....... I came to serve you and show you that My Father has prepared a place for you.

As Jesus and his disciples were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed him. Two blind men were sitting by the roadside, and when they heard that Jesus was going by, they shouted, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!”  The crowd rebuked them and told them to be quiet, but they shouted all the louder, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on us!”  Jesus stopped and called them. “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked.  “Lord,” they answered, “we want our sight.”  Jesus had compassion on them and touched their eyes. Immediately they received their sight and followed him.

   He finally gets on the road- have you ever thought you would never get on the road?  With kids and the endless gear we require to make travel joyful (bearable).......... 8 o'clock is never 8, it's 10.......... and 10 o'clock is always 12:15......... and 1:00, means someone needs to stop.  ARE. WE. THERE. YET?  I hate waiting to go somewhere or for something to happen...... not waiting for half an hour, waiting...... but the days of waiting, ticking down time until whatever it is...... is. You do the required duties of the week, but you're not fully engaged in anything, you are just there...... waiting.  Jesus gets on the road......... and what happens? Blind men shouting at him, begging for mercy and healing. Rather than inform them, that He IS Jesus and is on His way to die and save the world..... and as a matter of fact, is running a bit behind..........He stops and heals their blindness......... He is Patience. Mercy. Compassion. He tells us...... I care about what troubles you. I always have time for you.


His Triumphal Entry was about anything, but Him. Think back to the seating of the new pope, the ceremony, garments, the papal robes, hats, the scepter.......all of this for a man...... maybe even a good man, but just a flesh-made man. I can't even begin to imagine the months....years.... of planning and coordinating that goes into executing this tradition and ceremony.

How I wish I had been in charge of party planning for Holy Week, for my King. He wouldn't have walked miles through dirt, in the heat. He wouldn't have stayed in friends houses, dealt with crowds or ignorant people. My King should have had the finest accommodations, the finest clothes......... there should have been pomp and circumstance, an entourage that served Him, instead of Him serving them. There should have been rejoicing and celebrating all around Him, banners and music. There should have been red carpet, people lining the roads......... anything to show what care went into preparing for Him. I would have done everything in my power to demonstrate my devotion and appreciation........ to tell the world, that Jesus IS the show. Jesus is King and He is here!! I would have pulled out all the stops for my King........ had I been there, had I known. But, my King, is not a man. His ways, are not man's ways........and nothing fit for a man, would be fitting for Jesus.  Jesus' road to being crowned King, had a cross in the middle of it.

His Triumphal Entry, before it even began- was marked with humility, loving kindness, mercy, patience, grace, compassion and faithfulness. You see, my King was a King- long before He was ever crowned....... long before the crowds lined the streets of Jerusalem with palm branches and shouted  “Hosanna to the Son of David;  BLESSED IS HE WHO COMES IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!!! Hosanna in the highest!” Long before He was recognized by the world as such, long before those who doubted......believed...........King Jesus was ALWAYS King, always THE King.  Jesus was showing us He was King on the highways and byways, with the clean and unclean, with the filthy, spotted and stained, the poor and afflicted, with the dying child and the orphan, the helpless and hopeless. He was showing us how to be King as He walked the dust of the desert, as He prayed in the Garden and taught on the water. Jesus did not need the robes or crowns of the world, His garment was righteousness and His crown Glory- bestowed on Him, a faithful Son, by His heavenly Father. He IS King, not by wealth, or position, by election or inherited status.........His power and authority are given divinely, by the Creator of All. He was King in the beginning and He will be King, in the end

And yet, the King comes to us as a friend and Father. He makes time for us, He shows us grace and mercy, He answers our silly questions and calms our fears. It is us He stops for, on the side of the road. It is us, that He patiently slows for, making time for our healing and redemption.

What road are you walking? And, how are you walking it? Like an earthly, worldly king-with puffed up pride, demanding attention and respect? Or, like our heavenly King, our Savior- with compassion, mercy and grace? Are you walking your road to God's will, with obedience, humility and time to love others? Or are the needs of others whizzing by you....... a blur outside your window, because you are going so fast......... on your way to being great?

I love everything about Jesus, about His life and Word- but, I especially love the important parts before the "important parts." It is there I find Him, in the parts before the glory and in the verses, before the verses worthy of  a sermon series. There He is, just being Jesus, everyday.........walking on the road towards me.

Shalom Y'all
Sara