Saturday, December 21, 2013

Not Half, But Whole



     Blessed are those who keep His testimonies, who seek Him with the whole heart!  Psalm 119:2
     I sat as I listened to our worship leader read that verse aloud during choir rehearsal.  After he read it, I found myself reading it again.  “Lord, what does that mean?  You know, that word, whole.  We read it over and over in scripture, but it seems to me we either ignore that word or simply choose to focus our attention on other aspects of that blessing.  What does it really mean to seek You with my whole heart?”  
      It really wasn’t the time to be concentrating on such things.  We had music that needed to be rehearsed.  Our worship leader takes our Wednesday night time very seriously and expects us to do the same.  And I smile when I think of his expectations for our choir.  I smile because most folks today would scoff at someone in this day who expects people to be as committed as he expects people to be.  I smile because I know we live in a world where most folks think memorizing the music to be presented during our worship services is simply too much to be asked of a choir.  I smile because I know when much is required, often much is given - and rightly so.  I might add, especially when it comes to our worship.
     But back to that thought which interrupted my time with the choir on that particular night.  What does it really mean to seek Him with my whole heart?  Well, it might not have interrupted  my rehearsal if God had hesitated and brought my mind back around to that question later, knowing what my worship leader expects.  But, apparently, God felt this message was too important to wait.  He decided this question needed to be answered right then.  So, guess what?  He answered . . . right then.
                “As a child you learned only one sock and one shoe simply wouldn’t do.
                  As a student you learned only part of your homework wasn’t enough to get you the grade.
                  As a daughter you learned partial obedience was pretty much good for only one thing..
                  As a friend you learned any amount of disloyalty could lose you your friends.
                  As a layman you learned partial commitment doesn’t really benefit the church.
                  As a wife you learned keeping yourself “only to him” wasn’t just for sometimes.
                  As a mother you learned you can’t feed babies only when you feel like it.
     In each of these circumstances - sometimes, part, once in a while and when you feel like it are just not enough.  As a woman, is it ever o.k. to go out of the house half-dressed?  If you read only part of a book will you reap all the benefits of it?  Do you take only part of a shower and come out just as clean?  Do you expect only some of your salary when you get paid?  Do you pay attention to only some of what your friends, spouse or children have to say and still have as close a relationship?  Do you sing only a single verse of a song and still get the message just as clearly?”
     Wow!  I got the message quickly and clearly.  God was telling me with no uncertainty there isn’t really any aspect of my life that allows for only partial response.  Then - zing, on the heels of that revelation, came -  So, when is a partial response to your Lord ever a correct response?
     I must confess I had a difficult time coming back around to the music.  But then I remembered my worship leader desires the same thing my God does:  my whole-hearted dedication to the task at hand.   And that made me smile.

Becky Garner
10/14/04

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Thinking About Home

As I sit here in the quiet of a Sunday evening with only the Jack-ster for company, and as I read through many of the posts of my FB friends, I am struck by a sort of spirit of negativity and discord among them. And can't help but wonder if there might be some missing elements in our 2013 celebration of the birth of our Savior.

Yes, my dear friends, the government is, . . . well, what the government has really always been - a group of people, . . . o.k., a really BIG group of people, who set out with good intentions, but ultimately appear to fall to the desire for control (of everything but themselves). And yes, most of us most likely do not need to be reminded of the need to be careful of the season's primary temptation toward placing commercialism at the top of our holiday pursuits. And, of course, it is understandable, (even in the midst of my "why on earth does it have to be 85 degrees in December" attitude) that the weather is on the minds of a lot of folks.

I really do understand we all need to grouse once in a while.

But a couple of things that happened in our family this week reminded me of why it's true that my favorite Christmas songs are those that recount the truth about our Savior's birth. Although I could listen to Michael Buble's and Nat King Cole's voices crooning about those "yuletide carols being sung by a choir" practically 24-7 at this time of year, my soul feeds on the seasonal groundings that occur for me as the writers of the music take precedence over the singers. And I'm prompted to snap out of my "American Christmas" mindset, and revive my understanding of just what really happened a couple of thousand years ago that graciously paved the way for me to step out of the darkness and be rescued from this "body of death."

We almost lost my precious mother-in-law in the early hours of Friday morning - a woman of such faith that it can boggle the mind to consider the prospect. There were other private difficulties as well, that I don't need to recount here. But I've been profoundly reminded that no matter how much comfort with which I choose to surround myself, or how much I strive to live without trouble and pain, during Christmas or any time - this country and this world were never meant to be my home. And just as the circumstances surrounding that birth were filled with less than what I would have planned for a King, those circumstances stand as a reminder for me that my life on this earth was never meant to be what I would plan. Because I would probably make it o.k. to get really comfortable, really rich and do all the grousing I want. Instead, I just keep thinking how these present struggles are still nothing compared to the glory that awaits on the "other side." And choosing to focus on frustrations over government, economic strife and the weather will never diminish those truths, but it just might diminish my joy in the midst of them.

I guess I'm waxing a little sentimental, but as I put up the tree and search for the missing decorations, and try to figure out how to get the TV to switch over to the video mode so I can watch "Desk Set" in order to try and conjure up an "appropriate" seasonal mood - instead of being in the "Christmas Spirit," I'm finding myself just thinking about home.