Scars

We all have them.

They lace their way around our bodies and our souls.

We look at ourselves in view of Scripture and see them quite clearly: we see our scars. We see all the past mistakes, failures, sin, and pain. The stories that are buried in every one of those scars seem to define us: having a struggle with this sin or that sin, been through a divorce, victim of a sexual abuse, etc. etc. 

I know that I definitely have my scars. I have those past mistakes and sin that have cut deep into my soul, and there have been times where I ask God if there is any way He still can/still wants to heal me with how utterly broken I am. 

But then I read and remember that not only do we have a Savior that empathizes with my weaknesses, but we have a Savior that has scars too. Jesus has them littering His back, small scars on His forehead, a gash in His side, and those disgustingly beautiful holes in His hands. 

The difference is that He could have healed His scars. He is the Son of God, raised from the dead. Making a little new skin wouldn't have been hard at all. But yet, He still has them. He has them as an eternal reminder of what was accomplished at the cross: our salvation. Read this out of Isaiah 49:16...

"'See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands...' Declares the LORD"

We have a Savior that has scars, showing the most torturous pain anyone has ever gone through. Yet He is still concerned with ours. He knows our stories, He knows our pain. And someday in Heaven, in view of all He has done, our scars will finally be understood.

Post, Tweet, Snap, Stop.

I am no stranger to social media, and in fact I have accounts to most of the major social media sites. The thing about social media is that it can be a good thing...in moderation.

Everyday I see girls and guys in class snap-chatting (which includes making ridiculous faces into their crotches...yeah its pretty easy to pick out you guys) as well as sneaking their phones under the desk to let out one not-so-desperate-tweet halfway through Spanish, only to be seen minutes later by the teachers who have the same social media accounts that we do. And perhaps what is most troubling is the way that we allow these parasitic sites to destroy time with God.

I am blessed to go to a school were we have in-school chapel three times a week. The speakers are up and everyone's heads are down...but they aren't praying. They are checking up on the social media sites during a time they don't find important. And this is the time where the WORD OF GOD of is delivered to us. So what is the solution to this problem? It isn't as clear cut as you may think.

The main verse I find guidance in for this issue is found in Psalm 19: "May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in Your sight" So....what are our hearts saying? Is it screaming: FOLLOWERS! Or is it screaming I AM A FOLLOWER of Christ? Is it telling the world that you just posted to instagram or is it telling the whole world about our amazing God? Is it concerned with meaningless "likes" or is it putting Christ on the throne in our hearts?

Food for thought, especially in the wake of the Boston bombings. Pray for them, don't post about it. Focus on Christ, and don't let the meaningless social network realm influence you away from our Heavenly Father, the Father of Lights.

(P.S. I don't discourage using social media, just know the difference between a healthy use for God's Kingdom and an obsession that turns it into an idol.)

Under Siege

Last night I came across a psalm that is now one of my favorites. That psalm is psalm 31, and if you don't know it by heart I demand that you do that right now. Just kidding, I can't demand anything out of you. But the point still stands that this psalm kind of fits in with my life perfectly as it is.

You see, my life has been at a standstill, like I am running in place on a treadmill (see my last post, Passing Through). I feel like I am focusing myself on Christ, yet I am staying put. But not until yesterday did I understand that maybe God wanted me to learn something in my time here on this "plateau". Perhaps there is a reason that I have been in the same place spiritually for a while, and after weeks of searching do I believe that I finally got an answer.

A lot has been happening in my life recently, family matters, school and the like. Moments of pain are still being eclipsed by God and my soul is being refreshed in the eternal waters of Christ. But I have been taking steps around the true matters and serious situations that God has put me in; I am calling it "denial". I am denying the fact that my "city" is under siege.I am being hard-pressed to stand under this siege of situations and temptations. My life is being shifted and morphed around me and that can be scary (because if you haven't been through it yet, I promise you that you will). But one fact, perhaps the only true fact in life, was eluding me during these past weeks; and that is that God is with me and with you and with us in all situations. the 21st verse of psalm 31 reads:

"Praise be to the LORD, for He showed me the wonders of His love

when I was in a city under siege."

This was the verse that made me stop. I stopped and stared. God, the God of the universe that came to earth to die for us, shows us His love even when we are under siege (and for clarification a siege was a time when an army would enclose a fortified city and basically starve the inhabitants out). Even during the times of doubt and despair, God is showing us more and more of His love. His almighty love, that rescued us from the grave.

You have heard it said that God whispers in the good times and uses the mega horn during the bad. That is true, so don't give up. He is the same God now and forever, and He never stops showing us His love, even when we forget that.

All glory for Christ! Who saved me, a sinner.