Acknowledging my inability

It was three years ago this month that I participated in the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writers’ Conference. I listened to speakers talk about how to write nonfiction, the merits of self-publishing, and how to be a dynamite storyteller. I chatted with experts at the dinner table.

During such an empowering week, it’s always hard to get away for quiet time. But in a corner of the beautiful lodge, I discovered a little desk tucked away. That’s where I retreated early in the mornings to read and pray. Besides my Bible, at that time I was reading Andrew Murray’s The Believer’s New Covenant. It was the middle of the week, early in the morning, when I saw these words—now this isn’t exactly what he said, but this is how it translated to my eyes—“Who do you think you are to think that you can read the Word of God in your own abilities, without asking God to open your understanding and open His Word to you? Who do you think you are?” It was as if the finger of heaven itself pointed down at me.

Now there had definitely been times in my life when I had asked the Lord for understanding about scripture passages, but it was usually when I had already tried with my own sense and couldn’t get anywhere. Always so gentle and gracious, the Lord opened my understanding at various times. But that morning I realized, as I never had before, that my ability to use a lexicon or to cross reference a passage or to follow the flow of an argument or to see the allegory in a story-—none of those things would bring lasting change or power in my life. Only the Spirit of God would do that. He had to be the one to do that. And I was desperately dependent on Him.

This truth was still ringing in my spiritual ears when that very same afternoon I attended a session taught by the inimitable Les Stobbe about Writing Biblically for Maximum Life Impact. And this is where I got the double whammy.

I heard him say—now this isn’t exactly what he said, but this is how it translated to my ears— “Who do you think you are to think that you can write anything that will bring about lasting change in the life of your reader without first begging God for the power of the Holy Spirit in your writing? Who do you think you are?” It was as if the finger of heaven were pointing down at me. Again.

I cowered. Hadn’t I been guilty of relying on my “God-given abilities”?

Not only was my Bible reading changed that day, but that day my writing was changed. In both receiving the written Words of God and in using words to turn people to the Living Word of God, I stand desperately needy before my powerful Savior.

Do I still sometimes forge ahead in my Bible study without prayer? Sadly, yes. Do I still sometimes begin writing without asking God to speak through my words? All too often.

But I am aware, as I never have been before, of the need to seek after Him in everything that I do. In my own strength, both my understanding of His truth and my ability to communicate His truth will be weak and ineffectual.

But oh, in the power of Christ, I can expect great things.

Watching a Hidden Hero

Did you see that video showing the Kimyal tribe receiving the New Testament in their language? If you didn’t, take a moment to allow yourself this amazing treat. There are several versions available, one of them up to half an hour, but here’s one of the shorter ones.

When my husband Tim first showed this to me, one of my first thoughts was Who ARE these people? Why are all of them already so excited to be receiving the Word of God?

The land is West Papua, formerly Irian Jaya. The land where Don Richardson’s Peace Child took place.

Pastor Siud of the Kimyal tribe had waited almost fifty years for the completed New Testament.

The man who prayed when he received the box of Bibles, the one named Siud—he came to Christ in the early to mid 1960s. Years earlier, when he was little more than a child, something had stirred in his heart to tell him that his tribe’s way of life of spirit appeasement couldn’t possibly be all there was. When the first missionary came (a man who was later martyred), Siud’s heart was prepared to receive the Great Salvation through Jesus.

He had learned from missionary teachers, he had read parts of the New Testament, he had grown as a believer, but he, with the others, has waited for the completed New Testament, just as Simeon waited for the Messiah.

All these years.

And so, when as an old man he finally received it, his heart overflowed with joy and thanksgiving.

Thank you, Phil and Phyliss, Paul and Kathryn, Elinor, Orin and Rosa, Jessie, and the ones I am not yet aware of. Thank you for being submitted to God to be used for the work that you did among these people, the work that eventually resulted in this great gift that resulted in a celebration that resulted in a video that is touching hundreds and thousands of lives around the globe.

Thank You, God, for your Holy Word. May we never take it for granted. May we always hold it up as our Treasure, as these, our brothers and sisters, have done.

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Life lessons from Bill Nye

Yes, the Science Guy. That one. The zany one who makes half hour programs that teach a modicum of science. [I used to have a photo of him here, but removed it for fear of recriminations from Disney, about which I've been hearing so much lately.]

One day, while Bill was teaching us that wetlands are wet, he held up two sponges, one dry, one damp.  He told us that a wet sponge will soak up more water than a dry one. Even if you don’t actually do the experiment, you can picture a dry sponge and a damp one both being plunged into a big bowl of water and removed.  You know that the wet sponge will be dripping with all the water it soaked up, while the dry one will only have begun to have its pores penetrated. Dry can’t hold as much as wet.

If the ground is so dry it cracks, you’d think intuitively that when a quick downpour finally comes, the rain would run deep down into those cracks and soak into the parched earth.

Instead, there are runoffs. Flooding.

When I come to listen to a speaker or read a Christian life book, if my soul is dry of the sinking deep in of the Word of God—the Living Word, through the written Word—I may for a while exude about the speaker or writer’s excellence. I may experience a flood of inspiration, and it may run off, briefly to others. But it won’t contribute to that lasting change of life that I long for. It won’t soak in.

If I take in the true Word of God—the Living Word, through the written Word—drinking long and deep, then when I listen to a seminar or hear the preacher week after week or read the great theology book my friend recommends, I can benefit more deeply, more lastingly.

After all, Jesus said, “He who comes to me, out of his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.”

And Hebrews 6 tells us that it’s the earth that drinks in the “often rain” and then teems with life-giving herbs, that’s the earth that’s blessed by God.

Drink often. Drink daily. Drink while you drive in your car and while you wash the pots and while you walk the dog. “Soak in” the person and character and accomplishments of the Living Word as you meditate, through the written Word, on who He is and what He has done.

Your soul will be ready to receive the downpour, whenever, wherever it may come.