Sunday, September 21, 2008

Purpose of Pain, Part II

From a previous post in reference to running a triathlon: "All who choose to enter such misery must understand the meaning ... the sweet purpose of pain. That day was a physical picture of a spiritual reality ..." What's that all about? Misery with meaning? Purpose in pain? What?! Is there ever purpose in pain? I would have to argue yes. Consider a few examples. A woman goes into labor and experiences great pain, but she is overjoyed by the new life that results from this painful, and purposeful, experience. Consider a doctor who has to reset someone's bone so that it will heal correctly. I've never experienced that, though I think it's safe to assume it's painful; but it serves a purpose: realigning a bone that was separated so that it can heal. And the most purposeful pain ever experienced on this earth was for a similar reason, only it wasn't a bone that needed realigning, it was the human race; it wasn't the human body that was broken, it was the human soul. The painful event took place a couple thousand years ago, but the purpose is just as relevant today as it was then.

So, let's consider why it had to happen. Things were out of alignment with the human race. There was brokenness and pain at every turn. And no one seemed to have the solution. Why so many questions, why so much sorrow? The answer to those questions could only be found by going back several thousand years even before that ... to a garden. The book of Genesis in the Bible gives an account of the earliest days of human history. The first man and woman were in a garden. The garden was planted by the Creator to be enjoyed by the creation. They were given the freedom to experience the world God had created and make their own choices, and they chose to disobey a simple command God had given them. (See Genesis 3 for more details). This one decision brought severe consequences, not only for Adam and Eve, but for every human that would come after them. This act of treason against the King of the world threw things out of order in a cosmic sense, so that all the earth was effected, especially humans. They had commited what amounts to treason against the King of the world. And what is the penalty for treason? Death. So the human race is living on death row, separated from God, with no hope to be proven innocent. This is not the way God wanted things to be, hence the need for cosmic realignment and relational restoration with the Creator-King. How could all this be accomplished?

It could only be accomplished if the penalty for sin was paid by someone who never committed treason, a perfect human to take the penalty for all humans. Problem - no human was qualified to do this ... Until Jesus of Nazareth was born. This human being, who entered the pages of history two thousand years ago, offered to take the death penalty for humanity. But how? How could he do it? He'd have to be perfect and everyone knows that all humans mess up at some point. This is true, but Jesus was more than human, he was also divine. He was God on earth as a man to save men from their pain and to realign humanity. He is the only one who never committed treason against the King, and so He was qualified to take the penalty for the whole human race ... your penalty, my penalty ... our pain. In fact, that was his purpose in being born. (see Luke 19:10 and John 12:27)

Purposeful pain? Yes ... it is seen best in the picture of Jesus on the cross, taking the pain that we deserved, for the purpose of realigning our relationship with God and reuniting our souls with Him. As I ran the triathlon and felt the pain, I couldn't help but remember what the Bible says in Hebrews 12:1,2 " ... let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross ... " The joy set before him? You ... me ... humanity ... restored ... that was the joy, that's why he endured the pain.

Because Jesus experienced meaningful misery and purposeful pain, all humanity has the opportunity to be freed from spiritual death row and realign their lives with God's original purpose in creation ... a relationship with Him, the Creator, the King.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Well Mom, I guess we're the champions ...

Said Kevin leaving as he walked out of the gym with his sweet mother. Now, you might be thinking, wow they must have had a great season. No, not even a great game. In fact this comment came on the heels of yet another defeat for Kevin's first basketball team ... hardly a championship season. But you couldn't tell Kevin that. They were champions, and most importantly, he was a champion. And today, years later ... he still is.

Kevin was young, but he understood a very important life principle - attitude is more important than circumstances. And this is a principle that I believe he will continue to follow in all areas of life. Whether on the game field, the practice field, or possibly one day ... the mission field. Because as much as Kevin loves football, I believe he understands that football is temporary, but God's love is eternal.

So Kevin will continue to be optimistic ... about football, about friends, about life. And Kevin will continue to be a champion ... as he loves God, loves people, and loves life.

I'm proud of you little brother.

Me holding my youngest brother ...

My youngest brother holding my son


The brothers Christmas

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

September 3, 2005 ... The Day My Life Changed Forever

I started to write a poem, but when two of the lines went like this:

Two people, two lives, two stories being written
Merge into one, like fingers in a mitten.

... I decided I should scrap it and just speak from the heart. But I'm having some trouble ... I don't have the proper tools. You see all I have to communicate what's in my heart concerning that special day is ... the English language, which seems to come up so short right now. No offense to all my anglo-saxon ancestors, I mean, nice work fellas ... we've come a long way in the past several centuries. And usually it's sufficient to communicate ... but not this time, not in an attempt to express the steady-rising, slow-burning, heart-consuming love that I cultivate for my wife.

That's my wedding day by the way, September 3, 2005. And tomorrow is Septemeber 3, 2008 ... three years of marriage ... to Joanna ... Joanna Marie Christmas ... the mother of my child, the thief of my heart. Now, I know stealing is typically frowned upon, but in her defense, I don't think she did it on purpose. Something about her was captivating and there came a point where I had to admit my captivation ... also it would've been hard to keep living without my heart ... and she had it. Besides ... let's be honest people ... who could resist this ...


But maybe a better question is ... how did this guy get that girl?!

(that's me in the middle, with brothers and sister in the background on go-cart ... but that's another blog for another day)

Well, by God's grace two became one and I got the better end of the deal. And by His grace we are living and loving and learning ... together ... as one ... reflecting the oneness of our God. It's a tall order to paint a picture for the world to get a glimpse of the kind of relationship Christ desires to have with the church ... but it is our desire to be accurate artists ... for His glory.

So, happy anniversary sugar-love-pumpkin-drops ... the best is yet to come. I love you.