4/21/11

Why Good Friday is good



"The death of Jesus Christ is the fulfillment in history of the very mind and intent of God. There is no place for seeing Jesus Christ as a martyr. His death was not something that happened to Him— something that might have been prevented. His death was the very reason He came."  Oswald Chambers



"The greatest note of triumph ever sounded in the ears of a startled universe was that sounded on the Cross of Christ— “It is finished!” (John 19:30). That is the final word in the redemption of humankind."  Oswald Chambers







"Very few of us have any understanding of the reason why Jesus Christ died. If sympathy is all that human beings need, then the Cross of Christ is an absurdity and there is absolutely no need for it. What the world needs is not “a little bit of love,” but major surgery."


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My son Roman asked me the other day why we call today "Good Friday" when Jesus died on the cross.  That doesn't sound like a good day.  
This past year I have been pondering, reading, and seeking to understand the cross and all it stands for more than I ever have.  In part my search for fuller understanding is spurred on by a fragment of the church that seeks to make the gospel of Jesus more comfortable, politically correct, and appealing to the masses.  In doing so some have  attempted to downplay or completely remove the wrath absorbing, mercy displaying, beautiful, terrible cross from the redemption story of mankind. 


  Along with the many diverse attributes of God, the purpose and person of Jesus has been further eroded and distorted to meet us on our own terms. The belief in ourselves, our worthiness, our loveliness, and the faith in our own human potential has rallied itself against the reality of our human condition and the crucified Jesus Christ. 


How can an ancient instrument for torture and death be not only good but wonderful?
  
Jesus hung dying, nailed to rough cut wooden beams.  
 By all appearances humans had defeated God.  
Death had victory over life.  Dreams were crushed.  Expectations were shattered.  All was lost.  What his followers of that time didn't realize, and we too easily forget is that...
The cross was chosen and the cross wasn't the end.  3 days later the victory would come.


It was not God's afterthought to redeem mankind.  It was not an unfortunate twist of events that martyred a "good teacher".  It was not a sideline to another gospel of Jesus.  It IS the very foundation, the pivotal point in history, and God's only provision for a race separated from it's creator.   

At the cross God poured out His own anger and hatred toward sin upon the sagging, torn, bloodied shoulders of Himself, God the Son.   Jesus drank the last drop of that cup for us. 

The day that we are able to stand righteous, forgiven, and pure before a Holy God...is a very good day.  Good is completely inadequate to describe how incredible it truly is.


"But God demonstrated his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God's wrath through him! " Romans 5: 8


 We can't fully understand or appreciate the fullness of God's love and mercy if we don't also acknowledge our desperate need for it and our hopeless separation and condemnation without it.   There is no greater love that this.  

The cross was Jesus carrying the weight, the shame, the guilt and the just punishment so that we could be reconciled to our Creator, who in his perfect Holiness cannot shrug and wink at our sinful state...just because he loves us.  That would not be Love, that would not be a mighty, just, Holy God...it would be a man made comfortable version of God.   It would be man worshiping himself.

The passion of the cross was so much more than nails, torture and death.  That alone does not pay the penalty for human sin.  After all, most of his disciples and early followers died in similar or worse ways.  It was the cataclysmic event that took place beyond the curtain of what bewildered eyes could see.  Perfection became cursed.  The One who knew no guilt, no shame, no sin...became sin for us.   God hates sin. He knows how it destroys us and those around us.   He knows what it cost  to forgive.   The weight of that burden is what caused Jesus to weep , pray and sweat drops of blood in the Garden of Gethsemane.  


Sin is not wrong doing, it is wrong being.  Each one of us have inherited the nature of our fallen world, the nature of sin.  We are born under the curse,  outside of the Kingdom, and Jesus provided the door for us to return to the Father.  The loving Father God that  desires each one of us to return to a life giving relationship with Him but He doesn't force us through that door, or allow us to build our own.  Other faiths deal with sins— the Bible alone deals with sin.


 If wrong doing was our only problem , a good teacher, a wise prophet, or a sentimental philosopher would suffice.  God would not have come to die in our place.   


"for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.  God presented him as a sacrifice of atonement, through faith in his blood.  He did this to demonstrate his justice, because in his forbearance he had left the sins committed beforehand unpunished - he did it to demonstrate his justice at the present time, so as to be just and the one who justifies those who have faith in Jesus."  Romans 3:23-26


   Seeing Jesus as our therapist, a dreamer-poet, and merely a good example to follow does not accurately portray the God that evokes such an ardency of spirit in his followers that we can't help but desire with ever fiber of our being to be emptied of self, annihilated, and filled with the living Christ.  Following the "way of Jesus" (as an alternative to being made a new creation by the crucified and risen Christ) may inspire us to live better lives and try to be better people but it will be the 'good' that can never be good enough.  That illusion of self-sufficiency will either bring pride or despair...not repentance and transformation.  


God is overwhelmingly holy, all-knowing yet made himself known, astonishingly merciful, mysteriously eternal, perfectly complete, comfortingly sovereign, absolutely righteous and abundantly loving. This is the God that inspired the prophet Isaiah to fall to his knees when he saw the glory of God.


"Woe to me!" I cried.  "I am ruined!"
For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips,
and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty
Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken
with tongs from the altar.
With it he touched my mouth and said 
"see, this has touched your lips;
your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying
"Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" 
And I said "Here am I.  Send me!"
Isaiah 6:5-9


 The sum of my good deeds is a heap of filthy rags without Christ's sacrifice and glorious grace.   In Him alone I am made clean, whole, and guiltless.   It is in Christ alone that I can live abundantly, show grace to others, forgive the unforgivable, and love the world like he does.  

It is His exquisite glory,  consuming love, extravagant grace, and undeserved mercy that was lavished on us at the cross.  This is the atoning, sacrificing, life transforming, prodigal love that wins.  This is the love that I am so completely consumed by ,and grateful for ,that I can not possibly deny or diminish it with a counterfeit.  

 This is the love that won when Christ uttered the words 'It is finished'.   





because LOVE is a lifestyle


Just look at the expression on that little girls face!  Each of these little girls has a history that includes extreme poverty, abuse, abandonment or neglect.  Does anyone deserve royal treatment more?

I have a favor to ask of you my blogger friends. 
I have a friend {Amber}who is living, loving, and working with kids at the orphanage in Baja Mexico.  They are a beautiful family with two young children of their own.   This family is such a sweet, genuine example of Christ's love lived out everyday.    

These pictures are from a recent post of hers.   These dresses were handmade by a seamstress and the youngest girls at the orphanage wore them in a fashion show.  Each of the little princessa's had their turn to walk down a runway built for the occasion.  It is a beautiful post that captures little girl's being made to feel like the daughters of the King.  
Right now Saul is back working in Canada (and has been for quite some time), earning money for his family to live off of as they serve and minister to the "least of these".  Amber and the kids stayed home in Baja, Mexico.
They are an example of lives lived in faith and obedience without the retirement fund, insurance benefits, fundraising goals, or salary.  
 Today is Amber's birthday.
She has been holding down for fort for several weeks now and will be missing her husband today.  I can't image going it alone for that long.  I'm sure she misses him terribly, as do the kids.

This is where you come in my friends.  
Please pop over and make this mama feel as special as she helps these little girls feel.

The photos alone are worth checking out her blog.
Browse through her blog and don't forget to wish her a happy birthday!



{gorgeous photos taken by Amber Machado}

4/20/11

Glimpses of Childhood



Sleepy girl loves books.


 She also loves to act like big sister.

4th grade math and pre-pre-pre-pre-K handwriting.



The weather is sunny and almost warm today!
Warm enough to hang the diapers out to dry.  Yes, I feel a bit strange posting a picture of diapers, but that is how thrilled I am with this weather.  

This summer Aili will be 10.  Double digits. 
Once I get over the complete shock of that reality I have to admit,  
I really like this age.
Still young enough to play with dolls, build forts, and climb trees.
Old enough to be a good helper and to have some interesting conversations with.   
She doesn't care what she's wearing, or if her hair is a mess. 
She is just her, unique, imaginative, full of big ideas.


The kids are enjoying the sunshine and the dry patches of yard.
I am enjoying watching them being kids, outside.


This boy  is running, biking, jumping, climbing and flipping enough to make up for a winter's worth of being cooped up.  
This is one happy boy.  


My little mother hen looking after her brood.


These two really couldn't ask for a better big sister.  


Such simple moments.  So easily missed as life flies by.

4/18/11

What did I do to deserve her?


Cece is not the kind of baby that nods off in my arms.   She would rather play.


After a few attempts at putting her to bed, way past her bedtime (overtired) I scooped her up and we rocked, and rocked, and rocked...
until
very slowly
her eyes closed.
I sat and soaked in the weight of her body.  The rhythm of her breathing matched my own.  I studied the curve of her lips and caressed the wisps of her hair.  I wanted to capture the moment in my mind.  


My sweet girl is growing up.
13 months today.
She is a curious, clever, playful, flirtatious, little bundle of laughter. 
It is so fun to watch her personality emerge.
She adores playing with her siblings, has daddy wrapped around her chubby little finger, and said "mum mum" for the first time this week.  



I still wonder how it is that I am so blessed.  I thank God for this little blessing every day.  

4/16/11

When the snow melts


You rediscover the world beneath the snow.
The grass, dirt, toys and garbage that was buried for several months starts to emerge.

You feel the sun on your face, and inhale the outdoor air deeply.  
It is then that you realize six months worth of cat poop is also thawing...under your deck.  
You decide to inhale less recklessly.





When the snow melts.  It leaves water.  A lot of water.
It's a little boy's wonderland.


Familiar play places become flowing creeks of melted snow.



The bikes are bought out of storage.  
So are the helmets.
Which, in case you were wondering, is why they are wearing them in the pictures. 
They don't typically walk around in helmets.  
Although maybe they should, it would probably help them float.
Roman is ecstatic to have his bike back.  He has already built a ramp to jump it off of.


My treasure hunters enjoy searching for discarded cans and bottles that have collected under the snow all winter.
They drag them all home and litter up our yard with their valuables.
Right now our yard looks like we had a pretty wild party.  Squished beer cans strewn all over the back lawn.
We'll eventually haul them all into town and collect our $4.   
It keeps them busy outside.  That is worth more than four dollars.  


As you can imagine I do a lot of laundry this time of year.
Mud.  Ice cold water.  Rubber boots that don't go quite high enough.  Puddles with slippery ice on the bottom.   Boots firmly stuck in vacuums of mud.  
Little boys walking around in muddy socks and wet jeans.  
This is spring. 




After being cooped up for so many months, it is astonishing what they find exciting.
Who knew you could make a "kite" out of a piece of rope and an old plastic bag?
Only the mind of a little boy.  

4/13/11

Back in Mexico!


The title may be a little misleading.  I wasn't and am not actually back in Baja, Mexico but my husband was for the past week.  It  may now be more clear what inspired my "Sometimes when you're a mom" post.  Single parenting, homeschooling, 4 kids taking turns being sick may have been a factor.  It wasn't all that bad though and I am very happy that my husband had a chance to go visit our second home and family. 
I'm also happy that he is now home with me and the kids.    
I am posting these pictures as I eat dried pineapple coated in "chili" powder.  I am living vicariously through my husbands trip.


{Three faithful, selfless FFHM staff. }

A couple weeks ago we found a cheap flight ($300 from Calgary to San Diego!), booked it, and he made plans to catch a ride down to the mission with his good friend who drives the supply truck down from CA. each week.  
The above photo was taken at the Tijuana house (a place for college students to stay once they "age out" of the children's home).   I've never been there but I know quite a few of the kids from the orphanage who are now college students in Tijuana.


{Little tastes and sights of Mexico.}

 Nathanael only spent a few days at the children's home in Baja but he was able to spend some time with the kids who we already have built relationships with over the past 6 years.  He did some helping out with work, but this trip was much more relational than project oriented. 
I had hoped that this trip would be one of refreshment, fellowship, and encouragement for him.  It sounds like it was all of those things.  His goal was to in some small way be an encouragement to our friends/ staff at the mission and to reconnect with the kids there.  


Below is one of the orphanage staff who is a wonderful father figure to the children there.  
I don't know him all that well but I've seen him with the kids for a number of years now and you can see how much he loves what he does, and loves the kids he cares for.    I don't know what they were laughing at but this picture makes me want to laugh too.   On the video there were little boys wrestling all over the floor like puppies.  Maybe he was just enjoying watching them.   He looks like Jesus to me.  He will probably be embarrassed if he ever sees this blog but I think this pictures captures what joy and love look like.

My little "sobrina" Magai  and " sobrino" Alex at the children's home.  
As "Tia and Tio" (sponsors) we have the amazing privilege to play a small role in these kids life.   We pray for them, help support them, send (and receive) gifts and letters, and of course spoil them with attention anytime we visit.   You may recognize these two from many of last years posts.  

I miss them SO much!
Aili's little amiguita Nancy has grown so much and is no longer a "Cuna" (nursery) baby.


I miss ALL the kids.  They are  growing  and changing so fast, as kids tend to do. 



It happened to be a cool , rainy weekend when my husband arrived but I don't think it dampened his mood too much.


Color!  Flowers!  Oh how I miss nature that isn't either snow white or ca ca mud brown.  



Many of you who have been reading here for a while will remember "the kids who call me Tia".  For lack of a better description.
Quick history.   Kids that we used to sponsor at the children's home.   Went back to live with mom.  Found them again living in squalor, neglect and other heartbreaking conditions.
We prayed, cried, and implored God for guidance and help.
We started looking into options to build them a house.
A house was miraculously provided for and built by an IDT group.  
We spent the rest of our winter loving on, helping, encouraging, and checking on these kids.   
They are "our" kids in Mexico.



There are 6 of them total.  I miss them SO badly.  
The older ones raise and care for the younger ones and by all appearances are doing a very good job.
So encouraging. 
When you pour yourself into loving children sometimes you wonder , especially if it was only for a short time, what difference it could possibly make.   We are realists when it comes to this.  Giving, serving, and loving is complicated, tricky, and takes a lot of wisdom and perseverance.  It is also simple.  As simple as being available. 
Loving isn't a fairy tale always filled with happy endings.  We can't   help everybody.  We can't create perfect carefree lives for anyone.  No matter how hard we try we will never build a utopic world of prosperity and peace.  God doesn't promise any of us any of those things in this life..much less built  by our own hands. 
  
He does command us to be His hands, His feet, and His heart genuinely and lovingly poured out in this hurting world.   I can do for one, one child, one family, one situation, what I wish I could do for everybody.  Sometimes that effects a positive, spirit transforming, life altering change, sometimes it's nothing more than a pair of shoes on bare feet or a much needed kind word.
At the time it seems SO small and insignificant, like just a few loaves and fishes offered to the Lord to use and multiply for His glory.  

So often we don't get to witness how God uses what little we have to offer.  We obey, sacrifice, and step out in faith.
On occasion God does give us a glimpse of what He is doing.  I fall to my knees  in awe as the Spirit of God transforms, heals and makes new,  proving once again His glory in my weakness.   His sufficiency meets my simple trust and blooms into something only God could design.  

It is amazing to check back  a year later and see a 14 year old  still in school,  looking after the needs of her younger siblings, and  a marked up pink bible sitting open on her  kitchen table.  

The oldest two are still in school and working hard. 2 years ago Minerva (the oldest) had never been to school and now she is in 5th grade.  So many cycles being broken.  I pray that the chains of poverty, hopelessness, abuse, desperation, and spiritual bondage are being loosened in this family.   
 I told them last year that we would be their Aunt and Uncle forever.  We are family.   
I am praying preservation, protection and purpose for these kids in a world that wants to exploit, toss aside, trample, deceive, and lure them.   
Life is hard, it always will be.  

I am so completely humbled and filled with gratitude for what God is doing in these kids...and that He has let us witness that.
I pray that we can spend time with them again next winter.



They were so completely surprised when "Tio" (uncle) knocked on their door last weekend.  Little Carmela  in the brown skirt answered and started shrieking "TIO! TIO! TIO!".  My husband was a rockstar surrounded by children "loosing their minds". 

He took them out a couple bags of fruit and a small care package from Auntie Carla in Canada.


Little Louisa has grown so much and was loving her new little backpack.



My handsome boy with his gorgeous smile.  He looks so much older.
I am not the least bit jealous or resentful of my husband, in fact I am thrilled that he went, but it is hard to look at the pictures and not be able to squish and smooch these kids.  

 The beautiful backdrop of the Children's Home.  



The  little man below (our "nephew") at the Children's Home spent a lot of time hanging out with, and generally playing shadow to Tio Nathanael.  

It was so encouraging to hear how well this boy is doing.  He arrived at the children's home last year, with a past that was cloaked in mystery and sadness.  
We spent a lot of time with him last winter but quite honestly he was a challenge to have around.  Feral is the word that comes to mind.  His house parents are saints I tell you.  The many house parents who work  day in and day out here are the ones who deal with the brokenness, damage, training, teaching, and nurturing.  They are doing a wonderful job with this precious boy.  We are just the proud Aunt and Uncle.  

4/8/11

Sometimes when you're a mom...

Sometimes when you're a mom... you make popcorn for supper.

Sometimes when you're a mom you dig around in the laundry hampers to find clothes still clean enough for the kids to wear.

Sometimes when you're a mom you lock yourself in the bathroom, sit on the floor,  and turn on the fan to help block the sound  of wailing and teeth gnashing.

Sometimes when you're a mom you eat the leftover food off of your kids plates.

Sometimes when you're a mom you have muddy foot prints trailing across your kitchen floor but you would rather blog about it than clean it up because chances are those same feet will do it again tomorrow.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids they all share 1 soda at McDonalds and they are told to suck it up because the "toys" don't come with the McBargain burger on the McValue menu.  You feel a strange sense of pride when you feed all six family members for  under $12.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids you're pretty sure that at least one of them will end up a psychopath, or at least a petty criminal.

Sometimes when you're a mom you spend a lot of time praying that the above fear doesn't come true.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids Spongebob is your bff.

Sometimes when you're a mom you wish you weren't.

Sometimes when you're a mom you feel really really guilty that you just wished that you weren't.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids and one of them handcuffs himself to a register vent and cries for help.  You    
move. very. slowly. pondering how much less mess he would make stuck in one spot.

Sometimes when you home school, you send them all outside for nature study and then lock the door behind them.

Sometimes when you're a mom you call all your kids by the wrong names.

Sometimes when you're a mom you put the milk in the cupboard.

Sometimes when you're a mom you understand how moms lose it on their kids.

Sometimes when you're a mom you do lose it on your kids.

Sometimes when you're a mom you think you might go crazy.  Then you correct yourself and think you must have been crazy to think you were cut out for motherhood.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids their  teeth get flossed bi-annually.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids you wish just one of them were normal.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids you consider ketchup a vegetable.

Sometimes when you're kids call "MOM!" you wish you could change your name, and not tell anyone what it is.

Sometimes when you're a mom you try to remember what it was like to sleep in on a Saturday morning but can't.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids you crash and fall asleep the same time they do.  Sometimes you stay up really late because you crave silence and don't want it to end.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids and they are all fighting , you are tempted to lock them all in a room together and encourage natural selection.  

Sometimes when you have 4 kids you don't do what is tempting but what you think a good mom would do.

Sometimes when you're a mom you count down the minutes until the kids are in bed so you can break out the Baileys and hot chocolate..or nachos and Corona assuring yourself that you'll work off the calories carrying laundry baskets up the stairs tomorrow.

Sometimes when you're a mom you get barfed on and forget to change your shirt until someone looks at you with disgust and suddenly you remember you're still covered in baby barf.

Sometimes when you have 4 kids you drive to the grocery store unaware that one of your children forgot their shoes, once you realize it ,  you don't care.


Sometimes when you're a mom your kids embarrass you and make you look like a clueless parent. 

Sometimes when you're a mom, you casually walk away and pretend the kid throwing a tantrum doesn't belong to you.

Sometimes when you're a mom you sit at the computer late at night writing to purge yourself of the days stress so you can try again tomorrow.