This poem is especially pertinent this Christmas as I remember the loved ones gone before us, particularly my mom and dad among many others. The memories of Christmases past are wonderful solace, and the promise of a glorious Christmas future reminds me to find the joy of Christmas present in the wonderful Incarnation of God in Jesus of Nazareth, Immanuel. May you all have a blessed Christmas!
Beyond the Wardrobe
Wednesday, December 24, 2025
"Bells Across the Snow" by Francis Ridley Havergal
Sunday, December 21, 2025
Advent 2025: Have Yourself a Humble Little Christmas--The Gift of No Reputation
A few years ago I posted a little meditation on Christmas, and as I read through it today I realized that I needed to hear it again. It is easy in our society today to be a bit too full of ourselves, to think a bit more highly of ourselves than we ought, . . . but I am quickly coming to the conclusion that that is not the Spirit of Christmas, and it certainly was NOT the Spirit of Christ. Bear with me, if you will, while I contemplate what it means to have no reputation as a follower of Messiah. May we have ourselves a humble little Christmas . . .
“Christ Jesus . . . made himself nothing.“He made himself nothing, he emptied himself—-the great kenosis. He made himself no reputation, no image.“I can recall my father shaking his head and repeating over and over to himself, ‘If only I knew what this meant. There is something powerful here. If I only understood it.’ Maybe that is why this Scripture has glued itself to my mind and equally disturbs me. Reputation is so important to me. I want to be seen with the right people, remembered in the right light, advertised with my name spelled right, live in the right neighborhood, drive the right kind of car, wear the right kind of clothing. But Jesus made himself of no reputation.”
“Who among us will celebrate Christmas correctly? Whoever finally lays down all power, all honor, all reputation, all vanity, all arrogance, all individualism beside the manger; whoever remains lowly and lets God alone be high; whoever looks at the child in the manger and sees the glory of God precisely in his lowliness.”
Tish Harrison Warren reminds us further:
What can you do this Christmas season that will bless others and produce no reputation for you? Who can you serve that can't repay you? This year let's commit ourselves to serving, giving, and loving as Christ did. Let's look for opportunities to bless others in a way that does not give us recognition. Instead of asking for things for ourselves, let's give to the needs of others. Instead of expecting gifts, let's give our lives away in blessing others."Christ's ordinary years are part of our redemption story. Because of the incarnation and those long, unrecorded years of Jesus' life, our small, normal lives matter. If Christ was a carpenter, all of us who are in Christ find that our work is sanctified and made holy. If Christ spent time in obscurity, then there is infinite worth found in obscurity...There is no task too small or too routine to reflect God's glory and worth."
Wednesday, October 22, 2025
God's Irresistible Stare: Kansas' "A Glimpse of Home"
For those of you too young to remember the classic rock group Kansas, let me just say that their music defined my generation during our high school years as much as any 70s to 80s rock band. Their songs were majestic in scope and tenor, they were classic tales sung to the tune of an amazing mixture of heavy rock and roll, church organs, and violins. In some ways (to me at least), they were the U2 of my generation. Here is a song that I love from a 1979 album. Kerry Livgren wrote the song. It is entitled "A Glimpse of Home." Here are the lyrics:
When I was very young so many songs were sungAs a young Christian looking for a music to define his spiritual journey, this song became a kind of "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" milestone for me. I can't be sure, but when I heard the lyrics above, I had the distinct impression that Livgren was talking about God/Jesus.
So much wasted time on an uphill climb
But you where always there, a feeling in the air
There was nothing to fear you were so near
Now you are here once again
As I stand in your presence
I can feel the quiet patience of your gaze
Like an old superstition
You are haunting all my dreams and waking days
(Chorus)
All my life I knew you were waiting, revelation anticipating
All is well, the search is over, let the truth be known
Let it be shown (give me a glimpse of home)
There's no resisting you among the chosen few
It's hard to be sure, it's hard to endure
And when I hear your voice
I know I have the choice
To pursue an ideal, something so real
Now I've got nothing to lose
As I see your reflection
All the answers I desire become so clear
Like a page that is turning
I can look into the future without fear
(Chorus)
You're in my rock and roll, you're in my very soul
Though it's heavy to bear, it's a feeling so rare
And it's a mystery, the way it's meant to be
Can we ever know, we're moving so slow
There ain't enough time in the world
As I reach up the ladder
There is something ever higher to perceive
Like a fire that is burning
In my heart I know I surely must believe
(Chorus)
You see, though raised in a good Baptist home and church, I had in my youth become something of a doubter and skeptic. I tried to find reasons to ignore or overlook the Divine in what was around me, and I often came up with my own explanations as to why things happened as they did.
Yet even in my most skeptical moments, Jesus was there, "like an old superstition," haunting my days and my dreams. His shadow and presence often invaded my situations. Like an uninvited guest, he just showed up when I least expected (or wanted) him. He was unavoidable.
I couldn't shake this reality, this presence. I couldn't shake him.
His patience and merciful stare seemed to follow me on matter where I went. His benevolent hand of mercy shielded me, protected me, even promoted me without my request. He was there, even when I didn't acknowledge his kind presence or his uninvited invasion.
He was there, a "revelation anticipating" my gaze, my faith. Haunting my life, Jesus continued to pursue me, to persist in watching over and even sheltering me.
One day I surrendered. Realizing that I was surrounded and enveloped by God, I gave in. I said, "Enough! I can't shake you, so I'll join you. Let's do it your way."
He kindly let me in. He also let me think it was my idea (grin).
This song defined that moment for me--the moment when I came face-to-face with God. He didn't blink. He opened his arms. He hugged me. He accepted me. He wanted me. He took me as I was. He chased me until I "caught" him . . .
His love has overwhelmed me ever since.
My search is over, I have found home. It is in the loving gaze of Jesus. God's irresistible stare has become my place of comfort . . . I am his. I am home.
I love this song. Thank God for music!
Thanks for reading!
Wednesday, September 24, 2025
A Repost: Unraveled, Undone, In His Presence
The meditation below was written originally almost 20 years ago. The sentiment and the experience are still the same, but the circumstances have changed a bit.
Sunday, August 03, 2025
A Search for a Haven: "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"
I was listening to U2 recently, and their song "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" began to play. The song is a bit forlorn, and you can here in Bono's voice a longing for something--a place, a haven, a connection, maybe even a person. As the song traverses several options that the Singer has tasted, the chorus keeps coming back to the title: "I still haven't found what I'm longing for." What haunts me about the song is the lack of resolution, to be honest. As a Christian educator and minister, I like to think that I've found whatever the singer is seeking. But have I really? Here are the lyrics to the song:
"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
But yes, I'm still running
You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains
Carried the cross of my shame
Of my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
You can't see your jailer
You can't see the bars
You can't turn your head around fast enough
But it's everywhere you are
It's all around you
Everywhere you walk these prison walls surround you
But in the midst of all this darkness
In the middle of this night
I see the truth cut through this curtain like a laser
Like a pure and holy light
And I know I can't touch you now
Yeah, and I don't want to speak too soon
But when we get sprung from out these cages baby
God knows what we might do
Now you live in your world and I live in mine
But the collision of worlds is just a matter of time
'Cause you belong with me
Sunday, July 27, 2025
Who are "the Least of These"?
Recently I've been pondering the story of "the Sheep and the Goats" as presented in Matthew 25:31-46. These verses have been highlighted in a post making its rounds in which a pastor dresses up as a homeless man and visits his church just before he is introduced as the pastor. The post makes a powerful message, but I think it may overlook a few things. As I have thought about the "least of these" (Matt. 25:45) in my own life, I realized that these individuals often aren't as obvious as this pastor's disguise. With that in mind, I offer the following note from "the least of these" as I imagine they would write to me.
Hello:
I saw you today. You were talking to your usual group of
friends, and I came over to see if I could join the conversation. Someone
finally acknowledged me and asked how I was doing. After an attempt to be transparent
and honest, I received a series of responses that essentially told me how the
situation was really my problem and of no real concern to those involved in the
conversation. I got it. You speak of honesty and transparency, but you don't
really want it. You want to continue your discussions with no real light on
what is going on in your life. Fine, I got the message. I'll fade back into the
crowd.
I was in church today too. You probably didn't notice me
because I look like I fit in, but usually I don't. I sometimes sit alone, but I
can be surrounded by people and still be alone. I've come to your church several
times, but I haven't really met anyone here yet. I am a bit introverted, and I
have a hard time coming out of my shell to meet folks. During the "meet
and greet" time, I tend to be a bit invisible. I want to be a part, but
the pain of my life and my mistakes keeps me at arm's length, afraid to
introduce myself for fear of being rejected. I know, it is probably my fault.
Sorry to bother you, I'll fade back into the crowd.
I was there too. I hung out with my normal crowd, I sang enthusiastically,
and I even tried to greet folks around me. I have a secret though, and I'm sure
if you knew it you wouldn't accept me either. It isn't anything illegal, but it
is a bit embarrassing. So, I'll put on my mask and pretend things are great. Some
folks will probe a bit, and I'll start to share my story. They usually refer me
to a counselor, and then they will avoid me for awhile. I guess they don't want
my problem to infect them. I'll just fade back into the crowd.
I came to church today. My kids acted up a bit. I could
feel the stares and disapproval of folks around me. I tried to get my baby to
be quiet, and I know it was a disruption. I simply need to be surrounded with
adults (preferably Christian ones), and I thought that church would be the
place. Maybe when my kids are older and won't disrupt the service, then I'll come back. I'm sorry to
interrupt, I'll just fade back into the crowd.
I was there. I'm the guy who sometimes says the wrong thing
at the wrong time. I can be a bit of a bother too. I know it, but I'm not proud
of it. I try so hard to fit in that I often run my mouth and say inappropriate
things. I know it bothers you, I can see it in your eyes. You think I'm
arrogant, or you think I'm clueless. I'm not, but I am wounded. I respond by
being boisterous, but I see now that my actions will lead to rejection. I'll
fade back into the crowd.
I think you get my point. The "least of these" is
not always the most obvious person in the crowd. Sometimes the "least of
these" is simply the person who rubs us the wrong way or the one who
reminds us too much of ourselves. We avoid them in hopes of avoiding the mess
we perceive them to be (and perhaps to avoid the mess of who we really are--if
we are honest). I am guilty myself. I can't deny it. I have not treated people
as Jesus would desire. I confess, and, with God's help, I repent.
May we all take the words of Christ more seriously. Inasmuch
as we do it to the "least of these," we have done it to Jesus
himself. How would we treat Jesus?
For more challenge, read James 2:1-10.
Thanks for reading!
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Carl F. H. Henry and the Call to Love
"No treatment of the virtues our Lord taught is adequate which does not assign first place to love. Love is the fountain of the pure heart and the forgiving spirit." Christian Personal Ethics
"Christian love is only half biblical when it deteriorates into a concern only for the souls of men and is indifferent to the needs of the body. What believer ministers to himself only in this way? It is scarcely biblical at all when it degenerates into a mere humanistic concern for the social side of life to the total neglect of the life of the spirit." Christian Personal Ethics
"No society that disregards ethical finalities can long postpone ignominious collapse." The Christian Mindset in a Secular Society
Carl F. H. Henry
These quotes remind me that the life I have been called to (my "vocation," if you will) is first and foremost calculated and determined by love. If I've been changed by God's love, then my life must start with the love of God for humanity and then culminate in love for neighbor because a of the grace of God. If there is no love of neighbor in me, then there is likely no love of God either.
If I can honestly turn a deaf ear and a hardened heart to the needs (spiritual and physical) of those around me, then I must wonder if my ears and heart have ceased to hear the voice of God or to experience his piercing love and holiness. You see, I cannot love if I have not been loved. John in his first letter says it like this--"We love because he (God) first loved us. If anyone says, 'I love God,' and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen."
A story about Mother Teresa expresses it like this--when asked how she could show compassion and love to the "untouchables" in her ministry, she responded, "I love them because I see Jesus in them. I love Jesus more than anything else."
In a strange twist of "love your neighbor as yourself," Mother Teresa seems to be reminding us that lingering in even the lowest of human lives is some part of the image of God. That person bearing the image is the one who I am called to cherish and love. Yes, even if they hate me, I must love them. Respect for human life does not come from an overdeveloped ego or ethic, it comes from recognizing a basic biblical fact--God loves them, so should we.
God does not place a condition on my love for my neighbor. He does not say, "Love him if he becomes Christian." No, I am to love him even if he refuses Christ.
I am to love my neighbor even if I am ridiculed, even if I am cast out, even if I am persecuted and mistreated. I must bless them if I have the love of God in me.
Such a life may not be easy. It may bring many wounds and scars. Anyone who has loved greatly will tell you how difficult a broken heart can be. To love another is to risk brokenness. “To love at all is to be vulnerable,” says C.S. Lewis in the The Four Loves.
Nonetheless, those who follow Jesus are called to a life of love. Such a life will be founded on the twin convictions of God's love and existence. If we find our bedrock in God's person and love, then we will also discover the foundation of finality to ethics. Ethics are based on God's character. What lines with God is right, what does not is wrong. Love cannot be defined simply by subjective experience or opinion. Love must be defined by the very character and person of God as he reveals himself in Jesus the Messiah. Love is what it is. Jesus' life and ministry among humans show true and holy love.
God loves, so God gives (cf. John 3:16). God loves and gives his best--Jesus. This love is given freely even if God receives nothing back for his gift. Read 1 Corinthians 13.
We love because God loved us.
Are we willing to risk the danger of loving others? Are we willing to love as Jesus loves?
Thanks for reading!