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Walking in Humility: Even When You Don't Have Enough, Build a Bigger Table Anyway

October 10, 2016 Jacqui
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It's funny that as soon as we got a bigger kitchen table, children from the neighborhood seemed to emerge from all directions to sit around it, like the "if you build it, they will come" idea playing out in real life. 

At the beginning of the summer, there was a very intentional invitation. Come inside, we would say. You're welcome here. Gather around the table with us as we share a meal and talk about our day. When they left, they would tell their friends about the cute baby they got to hold or mention that there exists a table around which there is "extra food," an oddity in a neighborhood where scarcity is the norm and children fend for themselves.

And it organically multiplied from there.

I stood at the counter prepping the meal, the kids busy behind me with their assigned chores. As my hands ripped systematically through the cold head of lettuce, I thought about the phrase, when you have more than you need, build a longer table, not a higher fence.

I love the sentiment behind it--one of generosity, inclusion, and community. The importance of building bridges and gathering together in solidarity and fellowship. The idea of sharing what you have instead of hoarding it for yourselves.

When you have more than you need....

That part bothers me a little with its strong, Confucius-like qualities. You see, God is a God of abundance, of plenty, of enough. And when there's not enough? He makes it enough. That's what He does. Jesus turned Confucius' popular Golden Rule on its head and said instead, "so whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them." {Matthew 7:12}

When you have more than you need...

The phrase is limiting and narrow in a culture that has forgotten the line that exists between need and want. As I rinsed the lettuce shreds out in the sink, I thought, how sad. Because when we live life in a comfortable little bubble of our human limitations, we fail to leave room for God. How sad that we miss out on the miracles, the provision, and the overflow that happens when we step out beyond ourselves, beyond what seems possible with what's in front of us.

When you have more than you need... 

But what about when you don't?

I was moved to tears as I leaned over the counter, chopping up cucumbers and recalling all the times we looked at what was for dinner and glanced around at all the mouths it was supposed to feed and wondered how exactly that was going to work out. All the times that God took our meager offering of loaves and fish and multiplied it to feed the masses. And unless the offering was macaroni and cheese, there was almost always leftovers.

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Today we invited two people over for lunch. Then a third asked if it would be okay to stay. The third went to retrieve brothers, which became four and five. Six walked arrived as we were finally getting a very late lunch on the table, well into the afternoon. A quick call to the daughter playing next door, and we figured, at this point, what's one or two more? 

When the neighbor and her grandson walked in the front door, our number had swelled to 17 in all. Come on in, my daughter said to her friend, the little neighbor boy, as they stepped inside with grubby fingers and dirt-stained pants. It's okay. See? This is my family...

And I could see it unfolding before my very eyes: God purposed to give me a tangible example of His incredible ability to provide. He was putting feet on my thoughts at the kitchen sink, just to show me He could.

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I'll do you one better today: even when you don't have enough, build a bigger table anyway.

Because when we step foot beyond the tangible, beyond our resources, beyond our abilities--that is the fertile soil in which miracles grow. It's the soil from which the Creator of the cosmos flung the stars into place and crafted the very ground on which we stand, the soil from which He formed the shape of man. It's the same soil in which God plants our temporal fear and doubt, and right before our very eyes, gives birth to new life. 

Even when you don't have enough--especially when you don't have enough--build a bigger table anyway, and watch God work and move in ways you never would've imagined. Because it's in community gathered around a table where the best of life's lessons are learned. Regardless of the color of your skin, the orientation of your gender compass, your various sins and preferences, in that moment, you're all just a bunch of hungry people sharing a meal. 

The ground is as level beneath the kitchen table as it is at the foot of the cross. 

With a warm cup of coffee in hand and a full belly after the meal, she utters, I'm so glad I came over here today. I just feel really...loved. 

Yeah, food and family will do that.

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We all need to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. Why cling to your meager share of loaves and fish when God wants to show you a miracle? When He's waiting just past the margin of safe and a hair beyond logic to multiply your belief more exponentially than you ever could've dreamed?

So often, we forsake the unseen for the comfort and the safety of the known. We fail to see that the unknown, the holy ground on which God Himself treads, is found in reckless abandon. It's found in love that knows no bounds, in lavishness that makes no sense, in generosity that doesn't add up. 

It's found in FAITH. 

 

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This post is part of a series I’m writing for the month of October called, Walking in Humility: Learning to Abide with God in the Everyday. If you’re interested in the reading the rest of the series, you can find it here. Enjoy!

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Walking in Humility: Can You Hear Him Walking?

October 6, 2016 Jacqui

Today's post is from the archives of yours truly, as the house desperately needs me to break from my long-winded thought process for a moment and catch up on a few things. 

But I like this one because it speaks to abiding with God in our everyday, ordinary, walking-around life, which takes humility on our part. It's humility to set our perspective aside and instead look for His. It's humility to hold our lives with open hands, going about our day as He would see fit. And it takes a humble heart to cultivate an awareness of where He may be working and moving, a heart sensitive that is to His leading. 

This post was originally published on September 4, 2015, titled, Some Thoughts on Knowing God: "Momma!! I Don't Hear You Walking..." I hope you enjoy it!

 

Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the Lord God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the Lord God among the trees of the garden. {Genesis 3:8}

Eva has been potty-trained for almost a year now, but as those of you with little ones know, it sometimes takes a while before they can do all the wiping and whatnot by themselves. So, she will sit and wait for me to help her.

"Momma! I'm done!"

"Okay, I'm coming." I reply.

Now, "I'm coming" rarely means I'm coming right now. It usually means I'll come when I've finished what I'm currently doing, when I'm done helping whatever child is needy, or when I must finally relent my comfort and get up off the couch.

So if I don't come quickly enough for her liking, she will start yelling out to me. 

"Momma, I'm done!"

"Momma! I don't hear you walking..."

"Momma!!! I. DON'T. HEAR. YOU. WALKING!"

And I laugh, because my 2 year old knows the sound of my footsteps approaching the bathroom to help her, and she also knows she can't hear them yet, which means that I'm not, in fact, coming.

Sitting on the couch with her this morning while she and her brother watched a dinosaur show, I thought about that concept. How she knows the sound of my walking. How, likewise, I know the footsteps of those with whom I live and love. I know what it sounds like when my husband walks by. The door can be shut, and I still know without a doubt that it's him. 

I know what it sounds like when her tiny, two-year-old feet are frantically slapping the hardwood floor, running as fast as they can after the dog. I know what her oldest brother's feet sound like when they're upstairs stomping around like a gorilla. And I know whose feet are out of bed and coming back down the stairs at night when all the little feet in the house are supposed to be asleep. 

I know the sound of their walking.

Can you imagine being in Adam and Eve's position (I'd say shoes, but my guess is they weren't wearing any) and knowing the sound of the Lord walking?

They communed with the Lord. They were intimately acquainted. They worked together, talked together, and did life together. They knew the sound of his footsteps.

And I guess the question to us today is, can you hear Him walking?

Do you know your Father's--your Creator's--footsteps?

The reality is, he's moving and working among us, regardless of the state of the world today. But can we hear it? Are we looking for his footsteps? 

May the soil of our hearts be fertile and ready to focus on him alone. 

May the harvest of our minds produce a crop of revelations from his Spirit.

May our eyes be clear as water to see his sovereignty and grace. 

And may our ears be intimately tuned to his character and ways that we may hear him walk in the cool of the day.

 

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This post is part of a series I’m writing for the month of October called, Walking in Humility: Learning to Abide with God in the Everyday. If you’re interested in the reading the rest of the series, you can find it here. Enjoy!

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Make Room for the Journey

October 5, 2016 Jacqui
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During the month of July, my husband took a sabbatical from his work at church so we could recalibrate, see where the Lord was leading, and spend some much-needed time together as a family. Each Sunday we chose a different church in the area to visit, driving sometimes as much as a half hour away, while I held his hand with the windows down, listening to the kids belt out their best rendition of "Uptown Funk" in the back seat. Being just another face in the crowd was a blessing, and if the kids went willingly to class and were well-behaved, we went out to lunch afterwards.

Eating at a restaurant is a rare treat, as we have a family of seven on a modest income. It's easily a $50+ event, and also, we have five kids.... Enough said, right? We have a hard enough time remaining seated and having any semblance of manners within the confines of our own home, let alone in the outside world. 

But we decided to live on the wild side and attempt to go out to lunch without behaving like a herd of elephants. And you know what?? They did really well, especially the boys. They sat in their chairs, ate their food, and used inside voices like normal human beings. 

Everyone was finally done eating, and it was becoming obvious that the troops weren't going to hold it together much longer. We were finishing up potty breaks and getting the check in an effort to head home before, you know, the apocalypse happened right before our very eyes. The littlest one, who had already gone to the bathroom, decided she needed to go again just before we left, so I took her while my husband paid and went with the rest of the kids to the car.

As soon as we joined them outside, I could tell something happened. He proceeded to tell me that after I walked away, the kids broke out into a loud rendition of "boots and pants and boots and pants," complete with clapping and stomping, all the way out to the car. The woman in the booth next to us, who had just sat down with her husband and two children, kindly informed him that she teaches her children to obey when they're in a restaurant, and he needed to control his. 

To his credit, he didn't say anything and walked away on the heel of the beatbox train, but her snide, off-hand comment clawed at the ankle of my subconscious the rest of the day.

If only we could all be such perfect parents, is what I really wanted to go back and say. And yes, I'm sure they were loud in the moment, which, yes, isn't appropriate, but they were leaving. What really got me, though, was that she just sat down and judged our entire stay from a snippet. 

What she didn't see was that we're terrified of taking our children to a restaurant for that very reason--for fear they will be so out of control that we would have to uproot everyone mid-meal and flee the scene, shamed and embarrassed. Consequently, we haven't done it in years.

What she didn't see was how well they behaved for the first 97% of our stay. How they ordered for themselves and told the waitress thank you, for everything. How they colored on their menus and played tic-tac-toe with daddy. How they shared fries and took care of each other.

What she didn't see, regardless of the exit strategy, was that for them? They did really well. 

What she didn't see was how long it's taken us to get to this place. A road wrought with tears and embarrassment, missed opportunities, anger, and regrets. But today? Today they did really well.

That's the thing about judging: it takes a small snapshot in time and attempts to enlarge it to form the big picture, but the resulting image is always out of focus. It's inaccurate and blurry, lacking the fine detail necessary to see clearly and truly understand.

The fact is, we don't know where people have been, and only God knows where they're going. So, beloved, we must make room for the journey. We must allow people to be perfectly imperfect, because God only knows that maybe the imperfect is just a little less so than yesterday.

We must be patient with people as they wrestle, as they struggle to surrender, because a vice surrendered out of pressure to conform is still tethered to the heart. And it's human nature to pick it back up again, eventually. It's only when a person is given the sacred space to wrestle it out with God, to pursue other avenues and come up empty-handed, to see the depth of their own sin, that they can fully and with a clear conscience lay a struggle down with a joyful and repentant heart. 

So today? Judge not, friends. Make room for the journey of others, and your own, as you walk in humility.

 

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This post is part of a series I’m writing for the month of October called, Walking in Humility: Learning to Abide with God in the Everyday. If you’re interested in the reading the rest of the series, you can find it here. Enjoy!

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Walking in Humility: Know What You Don't Know

October 4, 2016 Jacqui
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I had planned on writing further about Luke 5 today, but this verse struck a chord in my heart.

Don’t brashly announce what you’re going to do tomorrow; you don’t know the first thing about tomorrow. {Proverbs 27:1}

There are so many pearls of wisdom about humility in the book of Proverbs that one could write an entire book about them and still not be done. I think this verse in particular speaks to something very important about humility: it's so, so important to know what you don't know.

I heard on a radio program once, and I'm sad to say I forget the source, that there is a vital difference between knowing and knowing. Forgive the redundancy and let me explain. We often speak about knowing things we've read in a book or in an article on the internet, things we verified with our doctor or heard from our Pastor or dear Aunt Sally. We have read it/seen it/heard it, therefore we know it. 

But when the Bible speaks of knowing, it means experiencing or living it. One knows it because one personally walked or suffered through the experience. As you can see, a chasm exists between reading about it and living it. Being a little bit of a word geek {maybe are do, too?}, I love how this startling difference changes the meaning of some familiar verses, making them all the more rich.

When the Woman saw that the tree looked like good eating and realized what she would get out of it—she’d know everything!—she took and ate the fruit and then gave some to her husband, and he ate. {Genesis 3:6, MSG}

Eve was probably surprised and disappointed to realize she wouldn't actually be the wisest in the land but would instead experience the gamut of depravity and sin that plagued humanity.

Noah built an altar to God. He selected clean animals and birds from every species and offered them as burnt offerings on the altar. God smelled the sweet fragrance and thought to himself, “I’ll never again curse the ground because of people. I know they have this bent toward evil from an early age, but I’ll never again kill off everything living as I’ve just done. {Genesis 8:20-21, MSG}

So sweet and merciful is this word, like the sacrificial fragrance wafting upward, that although God knew from the beginning of time the atrocities man's capable of, He will never again wipe us out. 

“Don’t lay a hand on that boy! Don’t touch him! Now I know how fearlessly you fear God; you didn’t hesitate to place your son, your dear son, on the altar for me.” {Genesis 22:12, MSG}

God knows now because He experienced Abraham's faithfulness firsthand.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.” {Psalm 46:10, NIV}

Scripture is seasoned with invitations to know God, to walk with Him, and to abide with Him in the mundane of everyday life. Experiencing Him changes us. It shapes us, molds us, gives us a fresh perspective, and keeps us humble.

Especially in this internet age, we think we are know a lot about something because we read an article or listened to a poignant TED talk, when we actually know nothing about at all. 

I've learned there is freedom in yielding, in deferring to others who have earned a voice in a particular area with which I have no experience. We all have something to teach, but we also need to be students who willing to learn. Willing to be quiet and listen without judging, without forming counterpoints or arguments. Willing to sit with someones truth, regardless of how uncomfortable it may be.

The variety of backgrounds, stories, and experiences possessed by humanity weren't meant to pit us against each other but to enrich our lives and perspectives, ultimately pointing to the vastness, grace, and mercy of God. 

I came across a comment on Facebook once that has continued to bless me: 

The longer I am a Christian, the more I realize that I know so little of the big picture. I agree that when I see Jesus I want to be able to say, "I knew I couldn't judge rightly in all things, so I chose to love greatly in all matters." {Sonya Sampson}

So will you join me today in proudly acknowledging what you don't know? In letting God be God and allowing Him defend your name as He sees fit? Will you be a student of stories, quick to listen and slow to speak? Slow to become angry? Freedom exists in that space as we walk with Him in humility.

 

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This post is part of a series I’m writing for the month of October called, Walking in Humility: Learning to Abide with God in the Everyday. If you’re interested in the reading the rest of the series, you can find it here. Enjoy!

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Walking in Humility: All of Life is Repentance

October 3, 2016 Jacqui
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Once when he was standing on the shore of Lake Gennesaret, the crowd was pushing in on him to better hear the Word of God. He noticed two boats tied up. The fishermen had just left them and were out scrubbing their nets. He climbed into the boat that was Simon’s and asked him to put out a little from the shore. Sitting there, using the boat for a pulpit, he taught the crowd.
When he finished teaching, he said to Simon, “Push out into deep water and let your nets out for a catch.”
Simon said, “Master, we’ve been fishing hard all night and haven’t caught even a minnow. But if you say so, I’ll let out the nets.” It was no sooner said than done—a huge haul of fish, straining the nets past capacity. They waved to their partners in the other boat to come help them. They filled both boats, nearly swamping them with the catch.
Simon Peter, when he saw it, fell to his knees before Jesus. “Master, leave. I’m a sinner and can’t handle this holiness. Leave me to myself.” When they pulled in that catch of fish, awe overwhelmed Simon and everyone with him. It was the same with James and John, Zebedee’s sons, coworkers with Simon.
Jesus said to Simon, “There is nothing to fear. From now on you’ll be fishing for men and women.” They pulled their boats up on the beach, left them, nets and all, and followed him.

 

We talked through this passage at a small group meeting on Friday, and it solidified what I wanted to write about this month.

When a group of believers gather together, every single person can pull something slightly different from the same text, and I love that! Perspective reminds me of a collection of beautiful fabrics, much like the ones in my mother's sewing closet. While each is unique and beautiful in its own right, we find that when a piece of our material is clipped away and shared with others, stitched together as we bare witness to the very stories and experiences that have woven together the fabric of our being, it can become a breathtaking glimpse of the bigger picture of humanity that binds us together. And in that organic creation, the quilt gives us a clearer reflection of the Creator Himself. 

We took turns sharing what we were thankful for that week and also what was stressing us out, and my answer was one and the same: my family. Funny how that works sometimes.

After we read the passage above, the first thing I noticed was the power of His timing--how they had been fishing all day and caught nothing, but when Jesus spoke the word, the net was so full of fish they couldn't even pull it up themselves. He's a God of abundance in His time.

But then, as I sat with the passage, letting it marinate a little in my soul, the interaction between Simon Peter and Jesus began to stick out. Probably because it was a challenging week with the children and obedience, exasperated by the fact that I didn't go to bed at a decent hour most days. We tend to see life through our lenses of gratitude and stress.

“Master, we’ve been fishing hard all night and haven’t caught even a minnow. But if you say so, I’ll let out the nets.”

I know that tone, I thought to myself, because I hear it from my kids everyday. 

It's the whole, mom, I think what you're asking me to do is completely stupid and I don't want to do it, kind of attitude. 

The, I shouldn't have to do it, and I know better than you, eye-roll. 

But if you insist, I guess I'll do it anyways, because you're making me. And so I don't get a consequence. Complete with foot stomping and a WHATEVER. 

Girl, please. Momma don't play.

So, I started to wonder... Is homeboy being....sassy???

I don't know if that's the right word for a grown man, but he was being something. 

Prideful.

Honestly, it would take a lot of humility for him to defer to someone else when his life's work is being a fisherman. When he spends his days out on a boat with those very nets and knows the best places and times to catch the most fish. And homeboy was simply saying, dude, this ain't it. Respectfully, Jesus, Sir. 

But as soon as Simon Peter obeyed, the nets were as overwhelmed with fish as his heart was with repentance and awe. It became clear to me that it wasn't obedience Jesus was after all along--it was his heart. A humble heart: one filled with pervasive, all-of-life-repentance and the fear of the Lord. A heart that is capable of abiding in Him and existing in the close relationship He desires to maintain with us, if we are willing.

Tim Keller writes, 

"...the more we feel accepted and loved in the gospel, the more and more often we will be repenting. Although there is some bitterness in any repentance, in the gospel there is ultimately a sweetness. This creates a radical new dynamic for personal growth. The more we see our own flaws and sins, the more precious, electrifying, and amazing God’s grace appears to us. On the other hand, the more aware we are of God’s grace and our acceptance in Christ, the more able we are to drop our denials and self-defenses and admit the true dimensions of our sin. The sin underlying all other sins is a lack of joy in Christ."

Repentance not only gives us a sobering view of our sin, but it elevates God to his rightful place as Lord and Savior, rescuer of the wretched: you + me. Then we can finally begin to see rightly--through the lens of rescued + redeemed + free--and walk with Him in humility.

 

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This post is part of a series I’m writing for the month of October called, Walking in Humility: Learning to Abide with God in the Everyday. If you’re interested in the reading the rest of the series, you can find it here. Enjoy!

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‘Tis the season. 💜🌸 The only problem is choosing just one! 🤩 So I didn’t. 😬 Did you know that lilacs only bloom for 1-2 weeks a year? Kinda makes you wonder about humanity’s over-emphasis on “blooming”—always producing, striving, hustling, creating output. Even if we’re blooming where we’re planted, as the saying goes, it’s brief. Stunning, yes. Breathtaking, yes. Colorful, vibrant, full of life, yes please. But also short-lived. Temporary. Fleeting. Seasons are not only temporary but necessary. Don’t focus so much on the fruit that you miss the seasons of watching and waiting, of hunkering down when the landscape is barren and learning to weather the storms. These create the fertile soil in which flowers grow. 💜
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*new headshot* 😬
Today is Good Friday, and it arrived exactly how I always picture it—the sky weeping, the earth soaked with tears. This is the inevitable darkness that must come before the morning, the necessary death which precedes resurrection. This heartbre
Today is Good Friday, and it arrived exactly how I always picture it—the sky weeping, the earth soaked with tears. This is the inevitable darkness that must come before the morning, the necessary death which precedes resurrection. This heartbreaking pattern of life is something my human heart always struggles to embrace as “the way.” Surely, there has to be another (less painful) avenue toward truth and life? . Selfishly, I want what we all think we want at the end of the day: a life of comfort and ease. We quickly realize, however, that comfort is fleeting and ease is overrated. With each excruciating step up the hill of Calvary, Jesus reminds us again: every good and perfect gift arrives on the other side of death. It is finished, forever and ever. Amen.
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
—Rumi
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. —Rumi
 

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