Easter watered down

One of the girls at work today was telling us how she and her family had had seafood yesterday, as it was Good Friday, and they hadn't eaten any red meat. She said it would have made her Nanna who has passed away proud. It made me think of the depth of God's sadness that his children would water down the meaning of Easter - the incredible display of God's love through the death, burial and resurrection of his son for our redemption - to eating fish, chocolate bunnies and easter eggs. He gave so much for us, and so many people had misinterpreted and twisted it to become something as far as possible from the truth. I'm not sure where the tradition came from, but it seems that eating fish on Good Friday (similar to many other Christian traditions) have lost the association with anything meaningful and have become a hollow form of lip-service to 'religion'.

How sad that God is left out of the picture of such a monumental time of year. I hope and pray that you do something to remember God's love demonstrated in Jesus on the cross.

God's Guidance

I'm seeking God's guidance in many areas of my life at the moment, and I have to be honest - I wish he was more direct in his methods of letting me know what to do! I've noticed over the past few weeks of prayer that God doesn't (in my experience) guide through a booming voice in the sky. He has instead been guiding me very much through online sermons (to the point where I wonder if Mark Driscoll has been hanging out in the corner of our house, observing what's going on!). I've also felt his guidance through conviction and through conversation with other Christians.

How do I know it's Him? I guess weighing it up with the Scriptures is key, but a lot of the time is too co-incidental to be a co-incidence! I'll be asking God to show us how to handle work outside the home, balancing it with work inside the home, and the next day I listen to a sermon online that targets that exact issue... God certainly does work in mysterious ways, but He also reveals that mystery to us if our hearts are soft and ready to listen to what he has to say.

It's my prayer that God will keep our hearts soft in all things so that we are open to his guidance and willing to face conviction... to hear Him even in the silence.

Abraham's faithfulness

I am astounded sometimes at how the Holy Spirit opens my eyes to Scripture in new ways according to where I am in life. I was reading the part of Genesis last night when God asks Abraham to sacrifice his only son Isaac as a burnt offering. Not only is this a big ask in itself because it's his son, but he and his wife Sarah have been waiting and waiting on God to bless them with a child. They are old, and they've finally had a son, and God asks him to sacrifice him. And he does! Well, until God stops him and gives him a goat as a replacement.

I've always read this story in the same way - comparing it with Jesus' death on the cross as a sacrifice for us instead of suffering the consequences of our sin. But last night I read in a whole new light. Isaac was Abraham's most treasured thing on earth. He had waited for him for so long, and God had promised that he would bless him with thousands upon thousands of descendants. It didn't seem to make any sense that God would ask him to sacrifice that part of his life that seemed to be filled with so much promise. If I am to identify that thing in my life - the thing that I love so dearly, and even (at times) put above God - it would be marriage and the hope of having a family. These things in and of themselves are good things, but would I be willing to sacrifice them as a 'burnt offering' for God? If he asked me to sacrifice them, would I? Because this is a good indicator of whether or not God is indeed sitting on the throne of my heart. Jesus said we have to be willing to leave our father and mother, our family, our home - everything to follow him. He may not necessarily ask this of me, but am I willing to do so? Or are these things that I won't sacrifice to Him?

Being There

I've heard it said (it was probably at the cheesy end of a movie) that 90% of being a good parent is simply showing up. I think its the same of marriage. There are inevitably going to be times in marriage - when things go wrong, when one of us stuffs something up, or when one of us receives some terrible news - when there is nothing you can say... you just have to be there for one another. It's in these times that words cannot express sorrow nor can they heal wounds. We just need to know we're there for one another. Sometimes silence can be more soothing than any words, as long as there is a hand to hold in the darkness.

Its in these times that I realise most clearly that I cannot be everything to my husband. Only God is powerful enough to soften his heart, to comfort his weary soul, and to carry the burdens he no longer can bear. Only God can make a difference to the future of such circumstances, and give him assurance that there is indeed hope ahead. These are the times when I can do nothing else but fall to my knees before our Heavenly Father and commit everything to Him in prayer because I have nothing left to offer.

Mum's Pumpkin Soup

There's nothing like Mum's cooking. This is one of those recipes that reminds me of my childhood. The other night Marty went away with some mates to Canberra, and since he hates pumpkin, I took the opportunity to indulge in it for just one dinner.

Mum's Pumpkin Soup
1kg pumpkin, diced
1 sweet potato, diced
1 onion, diced
1 clove garlic
water - enough to cover vegetables well
2 chicken stock cubes
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp crushed coriander seeds
milk to taste

Heat 1 Tablespoon of oil in a large pot. Saute onion and crushed garlic until tender. Add chopped pumpkin, sweet potato, coriander seeds and cumin and stir over high heat for a few minutes. Add water and stock, simmer covered for about 20 minutes. Puree using a stick blender in the saucepan (or transfer to a regular blender). Stir in milk until correct consistency is reached. Serve hot with sour cream and crusty bread. Enjoy!

Mary's heart, Martha's skill

Not long ago, Marty and I went to Hornsby to meet with some of the people who lead with us on beach mission in January each year. Originally the meeting was going to be a training event on evangelism, preparing a gospel talk for kids, and things like that. But I felt very strongly convicted that lately (particularly in regards to mission) I have been too much of a ‘Martha’ and not enough of a ‘Mary’ (Luke 10:38-42). I’ve been making myself so busy with plans and preparations that I have neglected to stop, sit at Jesus’ feet and listen to what he has to say. Isn’t it so easy to do? When things aren’t working, we just try harder. When we feel out of control, we take more onto ourselves thinking that we will be able to control it all. When Jesus speaks to Martha, I feel like he’s directly speaking to me, “Martha, Martha…you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed.”
So I gathered a small group from our team and we prayed. We looked in depth at several Bible passages on prayer to establish what it is and how we are meant to do it. Prayer is so much more than petition. It is submission to His will and growing the desire to see more of Him and less of ourselves in our lives. When Jesus prayed in Gethsemane, he wasn’t giving him a list of things he wanted. Rather, he was coming before the Father in his greatest hour of distress to seek God and His will in the situation. Prayer should be an outpouring of our desire to grow in our relationship with God. It should draw us closer to God as we seek His will in our lives.
In our little group of 7, we prayed for each other, and we prayed for mission itself, covering it in God’s guidance and protection. We confessed our sins to Him and prayed for those we will be ministering to in January. And honestly, I came away refreshed! I came away with a peace in my heart and a load off my shoulders because I have left my concerns and anxieties at God’s feet. How wonderful it is to know our Creator and sustainer who is able to (and wants to) carry our burdens! It’s a priviledge that should not be taken for granted.

I’ve been reading a book lately that I borrowed from my mum, entitled ‘Disciplines of a Godly Woman’ by Barbara Hughes. It has given me a lot to think about, and encourgaged me to pursue a deeper relationship with God – That’s definitely a good sign that it’s a decent christian book!

Last night I read a chapter on character, in which Barbara discusses the place of television in our lives. Television is all about image, and falsifies life; it depicts a warped view of reality. Since it is so dependent on images, it draws us away from being able and willing to relate to the Word of God, which is so prominent in God communicating with us. She quotes cultural observer and critic Kenneth Myers, “A culture that is rooted more in images than in words will find it increasingly difficult to sustain a broad commitment to any truth, since truth is an abstraction requiring language.” Quite insightful.

So Marty and I went through the week’s TV guide and highlighted the shows that we particularly want to watch, agreeing that the TV will remain off for the rest of the time. Instead of sitting in front of the idiot box, we spent last night sitting across from each other on the lounge, reading our books. It was lovely sitting in silence in each other’s company… not needing to say anything, but just enjoying being together.