Thursday, May 6, 2021

Years 2012 to 2014 SURPRISES!



 

It was 2014 and I'd been away from my blog for far, far too long!  Where had I been so long? Encountering almost 2 years of surprises since I'd last written.  

1.  Early 2013, my former team of coworkers in PNG asked me to make a trip back to liquidate/ship my belongings. My plan was to graduate from SBTS in 2014 and then go,  to work for a year and decide after that if I would need to "go finish" (sell things and leave indefinitely or for good), but there were no options presented for continued storage, so go I did, in a gesture to serve the team there, in their timing, not mine. 

 
2.  I survived that season of simultaneously working with clients in crisis, finishing out my semester of master's degree studies, raising funds for the trip and planning a trip and itinerary that included ground transport from Louisville to Indianapolis, flights from Indy to Toronto, Toronto to Hong Kong, bus tickets to China, Train tickets to Hong Kong, Flights to Port Moresby, Madang, Goroka, Port Moresby, Hong Kong, Ferry to a Hong Kong Island and back, flights from Hong Kong to Toronto to Indianapolis, and a ride home to Louisville. Whew!


3.  My church gifted me with an incredibly generous portion of the cost of the trip and my housemate Kelly joined as my travel companion and assistant. I don't know what I would have done without her! 


4.  Were I to list all the surprises of that 6 week trip, we'd be here all day! But my greatest surprises were seeing God meet my needs in  amazing ways, even if it meant my need for transportation came through a truck with no power steering, one so hard to maneuver that I fractured ribs in my determination to turn in a tight spot!  Yes! And each subsequent drive was a mingle of joy and pain. I had a vehicle to drive and didn't have to depend on or burden others to get me places. But, "Ouch!" every turn of the steering wheel hurt! 

 
I had surprise helpers that came along at just the right time: Steve, Sandy, Philip, Seong, Mina, and Rhoda.   Even though my household had been packed in a container for 7 years, it was still "home."  I was surprised at the grace God gave to scatter many precious things I had used to "feather" our family's nest.  He brought just the right people that I wanted to bless with my items, things that had many precious memories, wedding gifts, favorite cooking pots, sewing machine, gifts my husband had given me, his LIBRARY, etc.. "Grace," however, did not mean that I did this without shedding tears! 

Who would God provide to share a visit to my late husband's gravesite who would understand my heart?  God led me to the perfect person, a former student, Kristen, also widowed at a young age. We encouraged one another as we "storied" (as we say in PNG) together about our husbands and their home-going.  We cried, prayed, and visited the Dave's burial site together. 

 
5.  I deepened friendships in China and had surprise opportunities to share the confidence I have in life because I am never alone, but have the faith that God is with me, guiding and sustaining me.  I have peace and not constant worries whether I'd succeed or fail in life as if it were all up to me. 


6.  After I returned from my trip, I experienced several months of debilitating eye strain and pain.  I had suspected an infestatation of mold in the house, so that began about a year process of finding ways to eradicate it and a continuous maintenance process to stay on top of it; but, at last, the eye issues boiled it down to an incorrect new eye-glass prescription and a new dry eye condition. 

 
7.  I finished my graduate work well, in May 2014,  with God gracing me with very good scores on some very difficult final papers and a fun celebration with family and friends.  


8.  Surprising new friendships in the local Arts community led to taking time to be creative once again!  Due to so much positive feedback on my "Embarkables" and "Beleafables" designs between July and August, I started up an art business and new ministry platform called Created Wonder Designs. The "Embarkables" are immaginative uses of bark, roots, and other natural or fibrous materials to embellish recycled bottles and containers. The "Beleafables" are items of nature sculpted and crafted out of lotus and other leaves and photo-edited into a variety of colors, like the one above.  


Some of the surprises above seemed good and were welcomed, some seemed not so good and were unwelcomed, but I'm thankful that my God is sovereign over both in my life, so that even the unwelcome, when I received them, in trust, with open hands, drew me closer to my heavenly Father and became blessings in disguise.  



Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Morning Meditations: Are We Okay with the Love-Pain?





As Jesus sacrificed himself to sanctify, so may we, in the church, in marriages, in parenting, in friendships, and in society. 

How am I, how are you, how are we intentionally sacrificing, intentionally taking up our cross and following Him to be and to help others be sanctified? 

How many of us struggle trying to find ways to make our service that leads to sanctification fit comfortably into our lilves? When it shouldn't fit comfortably?

How many of us are increasingly afraid that our discipleship might start to cost us something in this nation? And we think there is something wrong with that?

His sacrifice hurt.  Does ours?  
Are we okay with inconvenience?  
Discomfort?  
Delaying our own desires?  
Rejection?  
Discrimination?  
Hurt?
With suffering for the sake of following after Jesus and getting the gospel to others?

Are we okay with the love-pain?  

Many who have gone before us were, and many in places around the world today are.


Jesus defines love as sacrifice. Can it be called a sacrifice if it doesn't hurt somehow? Can it be called love if it doesn't hurt sometimes? Often? 


Do we commonly put love in the categories of choosing to go out of our way so far for another...that it hurts? Jesus did! Do we avoid love because it might hurt? Shame on us!  

John 15:12-13 This is My commandment, that you love one another as I loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

Luke 14:27, 33 Whoever does not bear his own cross and come after me cannot be my disciple 
. . . So therefore, any one of you who does not renounce all that he has cannot be my disciple. 









I Wonder as I Ponder His Shed Blood for Me


I Wonder as I Ponder   
His Shed Blood for me…



Easter Meditations and Photo 
by
Rhonda Wilkinsn 3/26/16



I Wonder as I Ponder   
His Shed Blood for me…

Yes, for years 
I have imagined it flowing  
Down his battered body. 
But never have I asked, 
“Where did it go,
This precious flow 
As it fell from 
His back, 
His head, 
His hands, 
His his feet, 
His side, 
To whatever was below?”  

What of the servant girl who washed
His dried blood-drops 
Off the courtroom floor?
Was she too outside the temple gate
When Peter and John 
Healed the crippled beggar ?
Did she hear the promise that through 
Faith in Jesus 
Her sins could be wiped clean? 
Was she awestruck that her heart 
Could be washed of sin 
By that very Man’s shed blood 
That she washed off the marble floors?  

Or what of Simon of Cyrene 
Who helped carry Jesus’ cross?  
Surely he, too, touched Jesus’ blood.   
Was he in the crowd at Pentecost, 
Hearing Peter say, 
“This man was handed over to you 
By God’s set purpose and foreknowledge, 
And you
With the help of wicked men, 
Put him to death by nailing him to the cross,
But God raised him from the dead . . . 
Because it was impossible 
For death to keep its hold on him!”  
Simon,who perhaps recalled wiping the 
blood that dripped off 
The wooden bean onto his brow 
And into his eyes, 
Was he also “cut to the heart,” 
Thinking, “I helped kill the Mesiah?  
Why didn’t I refuse when the soldiers 
Ordered me to carry His cross?”  
“Better I had died than be complicit in the 
Death of  the Holy One!”  
Upon hearing Peter, did he like the others, 
Cry out in agony, “What shall we do?” 
And in response to Peter’s message, 
Did he realize that, 
In spite of his strength, 
He was totally weak to stand 
Before a holy God 
Without this very blood?  
Wiping his brow, 
As he imagined Jesus’ blood on himself again, 
Did he fall to his knees in the weakness 
Of humility and repentance, 
Pray for the forgiveness of sin 
And receive baptism 
In the name of the Man whose cross 
And whose blood he carried? 
              
Jesus’ blood must have spurted onto
The soldiers hands 
That held HIim to the cross 
And hammered in the nails.  
Did their guilt plague them day and night?
Did that image and those sensations 
Replay over and over again in their minds?   
Were they years later in the church in Rome
together with Jewish and Gentile believers? 
Did they hear Paul’s epistle read?   
Proclaiming, “We know that our old self 
Was crucified with him 
So that the body of sin 
Might be done away with... 
Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, 
As instruments of wickedness 
But rather offer yourselves to God…
And the parts of your body to him 
As instruments of righteousness,” 
Did they realize, 
As believers 
In Jesus’ resurrection, 
That because their hands had
Nailed Jesus’ hands to the cross, 
Their own criminal hands, 
could now be considered 
spiritually dead to sin,  
Nailed to that cross in union with Christ’s?  
Did they look at their hands, 
Remembering the warm spray of His blood?
And for the first time, in thankfulness, 
Lift up their now holy hands,
As instruments of righteousness, 
In praise and sacrifice to the One 
Whose blood makes all things new? 
Did they at last find peace?  

At the cross, as his blood flowed down, 
Did it puddle?  
Or trickle downhill
In a stream, 
That kissed the feet of those who mocked?  
The feet of those who literally spat 
On His blood?
And then trampled it underfoot?
Did any of those mockers hear Thomas tell 
Of how he touched the hands of 
The resurrected Jesus? 
Felt the wounds in his side, and his feet ?
Did they recall Jesus’ blood 
Under their sandaled stance?  
Did they hear that skeptical Thomas 
Had believed! 
Did they respond this time in eager, 
Hopeful attentiveness for answers to 
An empty tomb?  
For assurance that the bodily Jesus 
Reportedly seen was not a ghost! 
He walked, He ate, and He talked! 
He really was victorious over death, 
Bodily ressurrection was possible! 
Their feet, touched by his blood could die, 
But they would ressurrect, and walk again!  
Did they remember his words, 
“Father forgive them, 
For they know not what they do”?  
And on hearing Thomas’ testimony, 
Did they kneel and receive the forgiveness
The Father had reserved for them?
Were they, lightened from their burden of sin
Feel as if they could fly?
As if their feet had left the earth, 
Had lifted them from 
The soiled existence 
Of mere survival? 
Were they told that their stained feet 
Could be called  “Beautiful”  
For carrying forth this Good News?  

And what about the soldier 
Who gambled and won Jesus’ robe? 
For, surely it too was blood-stained.  
In spite of attempts to wash it. 
Had he set it aside, but then after the resurrection, 
Instead, proudly wore it precisely due to the stains? 
Having understood the depths of the meaning 
Of that blood?  
Did he come to understand 
That he had been bought 
With a far greater price, 
Than silver or gold, indeed, 
With the precious blood of Jesus? 
That he had been clothed with a robe 
Of far more value, 
The robe of Jesus’ righteousness! 
Because Jesus “who knew no sin, 
Had been made sin for him.” 

Another soldier perhaps, with his cape,
Wiped dry the side-piercing sword 
Contaminated with Jesus’ blood 
And body fluids. 
But some day thereafter, 
Did the sword of the Spirit, 
The living and powerful Word of God, 
Pierce his heart?  Did he understand?
That the sword of the Spirit, 
The written Word of God, 
Need not be cleansed of the atoning blood 
For instead of striking to spill blood, 
It gives it freely, serving  it up as a ransom?  
Did he learn that this blood was not one
That could merely dirty his possession, 
But a blood that could cleanse him 
To make him a possession of his Redeemer?  
Did he perceive
That instead of carrying a sword 
For bringing intended death, 
He could pick up the sword 
Of the Word of God 
And with it administer life through
Applying the atoning blood
Intended to bring forth life? 
And that not a temporal life of
Of corruptible human seed, 
But of the incorruptible seed of the Spirit?  
So that as a mortal, he and others 
Could put on immortality? 

Did Jesus’ blood splatter on, 
Drip down, 
And then flow, 
Seemingly in 
Unreal 
Slow 
Motion
Between the grass blades 
And winding ivy beneath the cross
While those who loved Him 
Began to dispair 
As they watched him make 
No effort to rescue himself? 
But, instead, 
Become weaker and weaker 
To the point of seemingly no return? 
With heart-wrenching sobs of great grief 
Did they rub the blood stained ivy leaves 
On their faces, 
Their hands, 
Or roll in them, in anguish, 
As if by doing so 
They could somehow miracously 
Trade places with Him 
And restore their healer, 
Their prophet, and King 
Back to the destiny 
That they had been sure was his to claim?  
But would not his death,
So galiantly applauded 
by the midday darkness, 
The thunder, and the earthquake, 
Demand such awestruck wonder 
That only after he was carried away 
Would one dare to ignore all laws 
Of ceremonial cleanliness and respectfully 
Treasure away home 
One solitary bloodstained leaf? 
As proof that he really was, 
That He really had existed?  
That his death was horrifically true?

Did they come to know 
That there was much more 
Than a token of his blood available?  
That there was the eternal testimony 
Of the eternal fountain of his shed blood 
That once applied to them 
Through faith in its efficacy to forgive 
Would bring them into sweet relationship 
With Him, and into the fellowship 
Of his sufferings, of his death, 
And of the power of his resurrection? 
Forever He would speak,  
“No condemnation,” on their behalf! 
And not only on theirs, 
but on behalf of all who believed.

And alas, those who carried his body 
To the the tomb
And prepared him for burial.  
As these men washed Jesus’ blood 
From their bodies,  
Did they realize 
That by the power of that shed blood 
To forgive, to cleanse them, 
Jesus would one day 
Carry their fallen bodies 
Out of the grave to glory?

Up to and down 
from Calvary Hill it fell, 
A blood like no other sacrifice beheld.
It stained the marbled floors, 
The sweaty brow, 
The sandaled feet, 
The calloused hands,
The seamless robe, 
The soldier’s sword, 
The grassy hill, 
The ivy still, 
The trodden ground, 
The friends,
Carrying Him
Tombward bound

To all who were touched  
And embraced in their hearts
Its renown, 
We know
Grace upon Grace 
Did surely abound.
Much more than a token
It can hardly be spoken,
For it cleansed them,
Humbled them,
Forgave them,
United them,
Renewed them,
Kissed them 
With eternity.
Forgave them,
Bought them,
Ransomed them, 
Rebirthed them, and
Ushered them Heavenbound.
It 
proved 
Him.

And…if not they
Whom I imagine, 
Then many, many like them 
Learned to hold his blood so dear
Do you? 
Do I? 
A blood that when held dearly
Held them, too.
Does it hold you?
Does it hold me?
It can touch us
It can rescue us
It can hold us into eternity
Wherever we are found.

I wonder 
As I ponder 
Where it did go,  
This precious flow of
His shed blood for me?
How much more now 
Do I behold it
In all its superiority!    



Background passage declaring the superiority of the Blood of Jesus:   

Hebrews 10:1-10 English Standard Version (ESV)
For since the law has but a shadow of the good things to come instead of the true form of these realities, it can never, by the same sacrifices that are continually offered every year, make perfect those who draw near. 
Otherwise, would they not have ceased to be offered, since the worshipers, having once been cleansed, would no longer have any consciousness of sins? 
But in these sacrifices there is a reminder of sins every year. For it is impossible for the blood of bulls and goats to take away sins.
Consequently, when Christ came into the world, he said,
“Sacrifices and offerings you have not desired,
    but a body have you prepared for me; 
in burnt offerings and sin offerings
    you have taken no pleasure.
Then I said, ‘Behold, I have come to do your will, O God,
    as it is written of me in the scroll of the book.’”
When he said above, “You have neither desired nor taken pleasure in sacrifices and offerings and burnt offerings and sin offerings” (these are offered according to the law), 
then he added, “Behold, I have come to do your will.” He does away with the first in order to establish the second. 
10 And by that will we have been sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.
11 And every priest stands daily at his service, offering repeatedly the same sacrifices, which can never take away sins. 
12 But when Christ[b] had offered for all time a single sacrifice for sins, he sat down at the right hand of God, 
13 waiting from that time until his enemies should be made a footstool for his feet. 
14 For by a single offering he has perfected for all time those who are being sanctified.
15 And the Holy Spirit also bears witness to us; for after saying,
16 
“This is the covenant that I will make with them
    after those days, declares the Lord:
I will put my laws on their hearts,
    and write them on their minds,”
17 then he adds,
“I will remember their sins and their lawless deeds no more.”
18 Where there is forgiveness of these, there is no longer any offering for sin.