#25 Servant Love

Yeshua (Jesus) said, “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” (John 13:34) 

The Torah makes it clear loving others was not a new commandment (Lev. 19:18). So what was new? The *level and intensity* of how we love others.

People have a way of doing the bare minimum to show they love others (or that they love Yehovah, in how they keep–or don’t keep–His laws). Yeshua had just spontaneously washed His disciples’ feet. Then He said, “You call Me Teacher and Lord; and you are right, for so I am.  If I then, the Lord and the Teacher, washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.” (John 13:13‭-‬14‭)

In other words… If He is Elohim in flesh, then He owes no one anything. And He just washed their feet–covered in dirt and sand (and possibly animal feces, considering the state of their roads back then).

So what’s new? When it comes to love, we need to

Up. Our. Game.

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#23: Remorseful Hamster

The Lord reminded me (again!) that He is the root of success; without Him, there is none.

It seems every couple of months I lose sight of this and run myself in a laundry-cooking-cleaning-working hamster wheel–with the kids bouncing around in there with me–while my husband stands outside knocking every so often, wondering why I’m panting with fatigue. Finally, I collapse out of the wheel. Dirty clothes and dishes crash on top of me, because–let’s face it–they’ll always exist. After the metaphorical wheezing subsides, the Lord whispers to me.

He is the source of everything. The clothes I fold. The dishes I scrub. The food I cook. The butts I wipe. When I put the to-dos before spending time with Him, I’m putting creation before the Creator.

I’m thankful for my family–I have an amazing husband. And our daughters? Beautiful–inside and out.

I’m thankful for the dishes and laundry and cooking and butt-wiping that comes with the territory. (Not to mention our nearly-3-year-old’s 2 a.m. calls for water or blanket readjustments. I digress.)

I want to take care of them. That’s why I keep stepping in that stupid wheel. And that’s what I’m not thankful for.

Because remorse hurts. Going to the Lord–for approximately the 8,169th time since starting motherhood three years ago–and telling Him “I’m sorry,” hurts. Partially because the thought runs through my mind: Why is the Lord forgiving me again?

It is for His holy name’s sake that He continues forgiving and blessing us. (Ezekiel 36:22)

Because He loves us. (John 3:16)

Because He is God, and God is love. (1 John 4:8b)

#22: Perspective

We humans have a way of getting depressed over bills and money and things not going our way. We tend to forget how precious it is to have breath in our lungs and a beating heart and lips that can smile and tongues that can give words of cheer and souls that can feel such awesome depths of emotions. We are made in the image of God so that we are not like the world, but so that we can be like HIM in the world!

#20: You Shall Know Them by Their Fruits: “I Thirst.”

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Every detail of the gospel is important, so why is it mentioned that, when Jesus was thirsty, He was given sour wine? It’s unusual, isn’t it?  He was suffocating; why was His mind on thirst? And why did the Romans have sour wine there?

Jesus said “You’ll know them by their fruits. A good tree cannot bring forth bad fruit, neither can a bad tree bring forth good fruit.” (Matt. 7:18)

Where does wine come from? Grapes. What are grapes? Fruit. Jesus sipped the wine of bad fruit–the wine of sin! Scripture says that when He tasted it, He said, “It is finished.” He ingested sin. Mine. Yours. The sins of those before Him. The sins of those yet to be born.

And most churches practice communion once a month, and we drink sweet, tangy grape juice–the closest alcohol-free beverage to wine. We drink the good-tasting symbolism of His blood that cleansed us of our sin, and He drank the caustic representation of our filth.

#19: Hiding From God

The other day our oldest child, Chloe, was playing in the dining room while I was scrubbing dishes. She loves to play with the blinds on the sliding glass door. However, her parents–who don’t want to pay out the nose to replace the casualties of a toddler’s fun time–aren’t too fond of her love for destruction blinds.

She’s holding a blind in one hand, watching me for a reaction. I shook my head with an I-love-you-but-I-don’t-want-you-doing-that smile and calmly said, “No, Chloe, I don’t want you playing with blinds.”

What does she do? She lets go, squats down out of sight behind her sister’s playpen, and grabs it again.

My first thought was “Wow. She’s smart.” (She’s only 23 months.) My second thought was that her cuteness was not a license to disobey.

I believe we raise our kids to obey their parents not for the sake of Mom and Dad, but so that they learn how to obey God. That’s a tall order to fill, but I’ve found one way to go about this is to treat my children how God treats me. So as I walked to my daughter, I thought about times God has told me to do or not do something, and I’ve deliberately disobeyed Him. He’s always gentle with me, and even when my decisions landed me in grave danger, He’s rescued me from harm and was still gentle with me. In other words, He extends grace. A lot.

So I did the same.

I walked over to Chloe and leaned over the playpen. In a quiet but firm voice, I said: Chloe, just because Mommy can’t see you doesn’t make it right to do what is wrong.

The look on her face? Guilt.

She turned and walked away from me. I got on one knee, opened my arms wide with a tender smile, and called her name. She peeked over her shoulder, wondering if she was in trouble. But when she saw my face, she froze.

“Come here,” I said.

She walked into my embrace. I kissed her hair and whispered in her ear. I don’t want you playing with the blinds, alright? and I followed with another kiss. It’s been a few days, and she hasn’t touched them at all.

Everything has a time and a place. There are occasions for timeouts. There are times to spend in their rooms. But there are also times for gentle correction.

I love how God treats us with grace so we never fear coming to Him, no matter what we’ve done. And I love that He taught me such an important lesson for every parent:

If my kids are scared of me, they’re going to run to somebody else for comfort–and there are plenty of hungry wolves in the world, waiting to devour my children.

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#18: Secrets

Child sex predators are known for using cliche lines to cover up their evil. They say things like:

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Make sure you don’t tell anyone about this. It’s our secret.”

“I’ll make you or someone you love  hurt if you tell.”

“I’ll kill you or someone you love if you tell anyone.”

Sometimes the word “secret” is directly used, and sometimes it’s implied.

Naturally, my husband and I took the word “secret” out of our family vocabulary. We’ve substituted it with the word “surprise.” So when we go shopping for presents, we’ll tell our girls, “Don’t tell Daddy/Mommy/ Sissy. It’s a surprise.”

“Surprise” means the person we’re keeping the knowledge from will know in the near future, and surprises are (hopefully) something that person will like. Surprises are fun and light.

Secrets, in contrast, are dark and heavy. Especially “secrets” that are forced upon a child by a perverted sex predator.

Child sex abuse happens far too often. (One incident is one too many.) It can happen to anyone, from pro-ball player R.A. Dickey to rap star Lecrae to the girl writing this post.

We are raising our kids to come to us whenever someone wants to share a “secret” with them. The day will come when they report a classmate who wants to share something cute and innocent, and then we’ll have another conversation about it. But at this age, I want them to know secrets are bad, and that secrets that might get someone hurt are the most important ones to share.

I got this idea from God Made All of Me.

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#17: Go Ahead and Do It.

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Most of us have heard the Adam and Eve story so many times we skim the details.

But the story of sin’s origin into the human race is critical to understanding the origin of sin in our own lives.

In Genesis 2 God tells Adam not to eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, because if he does, he will die.

One chapter, one mate, and one serpent later, he’s chowing on the fruit. What happened?

When the serpent talked with Eve, she told him what the rules were–even adding in that she couldn’t touch the fruit.

But the serpent responds: “You will not surely die” (Gen. 3:4). Why Eve took a bite is for another day, but this post is about Adam.

Eve takes some of the fruit to Adam. He sees that she had eaten some and wasn’t dead. He likely doubted that God had spoken the truth, so he gave in and ate some, too.

And this is how the enemy gets us (or at least me): He says, “That (insert sin here) won’t offend God. Look at her; she’s getting away with it. So is he. And him, too. Nothing’s happening to them.”

Yet.

He caters to our impatience, and we forget that crucial and implied-but-left-out yet.

When God says there will be a consequence for something, sometimes it won’t happen immediately. In fact, consequences often take a while to come to fruition.

God wants what’s best for you, so don’t look at others who seem happy in their sin hoping for a free pass.

Don’t. Touch. The. Fruit.