Sunday was amazing. Greg said “Listen to the Holy Spirit and release your faith to share,” during the prayer time before church. He even gave extra opportunity to wait on those who were debating on whether or not to share. Chris, our pastor, followed with a sermon about how we were vessels for the Lord’s use. We should strive to be vessels of honor, even cleansing ourselves from any dishonor so that we can be so. 

Following service, a group of us prayed for a precious friend and church member. She is suffering with cancer.

I wondered, as we stood around the room, how many of us were fighting with our own belief. All of us had experienced God’s presence, healing, and restoration. Yet, unbelief clings like the smell of a fire you’ve been around. How do you rid yourself from that smokey smell? How do you stand in the calm assurance of what you know to be true when doubt seems irresistable. Doubt is the candy you know not to eat; yet, your mouth waters for it in an unconscious response. The nagging humanity pulls against the truth you know.

There I stood in the argument between the known truth and the unnaturally appealing lie. Standing as still as a soldier, I was waiting for the command to go forward into the battle and the threat of harm or death. The moments intensified because I decided that I wanted faith. The wave and smell of the battle came closer and felt bigger and bigger. 

My decision made. I might fail. I don’t have much confidence in me. I expected the bullet and the fall. I decided I would not shrink back. I was having a hard time getting my spiritual legs to work, but I intended to shake off the anxiety. This is about the Lord, not about me. Jesus has won these kinds of battles with many who were as fearful and awkward as I am. He has used the fearful to overcome the brave and powerful, the Israelites to defeat the overwhelmingly powerful Egyptians. He is God, and He heals.

Why would or am I concerned with saying the right prayer? The prayer of faith? Since Jesus does the work, anyone can pray, large or small, young or old, of great faith or beginning faith – anyone. Jesus even use unbelievers to accomplish the determined work of God. 

I saw one of the doubts more clearly. I was struggling with who am I instead of standing reassured in the who Jesus is. I was distracted by what others might think of me and, even, what I thought of me. I was afraid I would be hit by the killing bullet of dismay if I failed and then would turn on myself with anger and disappointment. I saw that my eyes had clearly moved away from the Lord and His patient. I had distanced myself to the desert, away from His lush gardens of hope.

I heard His call as a sweet sound, whispering a moment of intimacy in my moment of harsh isolation. “Come join me in what I am doing. I love this person. I’ve put these people here, and you, to join me in the things I plan to do for her. She is mine. Join me.” And the desert disappeared from my heart. 

The decision I made stood. I spoke in the confidence of His promise, His presence, His plan because it was more and better and more reliable than I could ever do for my friend. He is absolutely trustworthy. He had brought all of us into that prayer room because He was working on all of us. He was awakening new faith, stronger expectation. He was putting us in the battle against doubt and self so we could see Him and be glad, see Him and have hope, see Him and believe, see Him and know that He was accomplishing His work.

I was concerned with praying for my friend and seeing her healed. I was overly concerned with my own doubts and fears.

I was in a room where Jesus was healing and revealing Himself to all of us. His love and compassion is beyond comprehension. He heals the healers He calls to pray for the soul He is healing, while moving to increase healing in the congregation He is healing, all while bringing us into a closer relationship and intimacy with Him. I saw that He was silently growing my faith, which was temporarily hidden behind the doubts I was facing. Saying that Jesus is love sounds increasingly hollow after just a peek at what it really looks like in action.

Childhood is amazing. It is the begining of all things. It runs the gamut of original thoughts and experiences from realizing that those funny fingers waving in front of your face belong to your hands, attached to your arms, attached to your body and are a part of you – to the rambunctious things you should never do and hope to survive.

Learning means asking questions like “why” so repeatedly that parents can’t think of a response, and frustration becomes a possible alternative. 

Beginning wisdom means challenging right authority and discovering what it means to be wrong in large and little ways. “Mom, you don’t love me because you won’t give me my Halloween candy before dinner.” “You are so mean making me go to bed before ‘Night of the Tarantula’ comes on.” “No! I don’t want to take out the garbage!” And other like opportunities to test the difference between right and wrong. My personal list would be too long for a book, much less a blog.

Beginning survival lessons make you wonder how boys live long enough to become men. Some of us dove off the roof of a neighbor’s house into the shallow end of the pool until mom caught us. She had the most amazing gestures and sounds when she looked up and saw me leaving the roof. Boys build forts in the woods. My friends and I took turns climbing to the top of a tree and having it cut so we could ride it to the ground as we gathered the materials for our fortress. Stitches and bruises (and occasionally more) seemed to be a normal part of life.

Beginning relationships was arduous. Girls started out being soft boys to having cooties to being so pretty that you couldn’t open your mouth and say anything that didn’t sound stupid. Friendship with boys also traveled from physical play to verbal play as rough-housing changed with time. Relationships with parents traveled through many stages, as did relationships with other adults. They began by giving constantly and meeting demands. I had the “gimme” gene. Then there was authority and reprisals, lessons applied for not recognizing it. They had lots of information to transmit. My responses  went from “Don’t bother me” to “Why do I need to know that” to “Okay, I might listen” to “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

It is amazing how much I thought I knew at each stage of being a child, even though I was unformed in all directions I was moving. I was physically, emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, and all other ways immature. I came to an age of being a father with my own children and was able to see my past immaturity as I saw my own children struggle with the same tumble into life and understanding. I, of course, observed this in reflection as a mature adult. Ha! Wrong! I often thought I would like a do-over to override or to not do the many, many silly mistakes. Now I have my second childhood.

I have come to recognize that salvation is that do-over/second childhood. Through Christ I have entered life a second time. I have entered into a new/different world. There are similarities, but also so many differences. I know those fingers and body are mine, but they are for a purpose and a plan, not just to find food and get it to my face. Learning systems have changed as the living Jesus is the personal trainer, using His Word and His revelation to retrain values, relationships, priorities, actions, authority, and all the functions of real life versus the shabby form of life I was living in. 

Every day is the day that I get my do-over. My parents were Christians, as were so many of their friends. They did their best to prepare me for the day of salvation. They read me the Bible and shared the truth within it. They modeled what they had learned and tried their best to help me build a heavenly life style. I entered salvation and became aware of all that they had given me and tried to do for me. I am profoundly grateful.

However, to Jesus, I am younger than I was to my parents when I was born. I have found that immaturity knows no age limit. I am as messy now, if not more so, than I was as a baby. Now I am learning not to be ashamed or embarrased by that. I have a family of Christians to grow up with. I have a living Lord who is not offended by mistakes but is ever present to teach and grow me.

Now, being willing and ready to learn is the most wonderful trait because I’m always being given an opportunity. I am learning to love this do-over or second-childhood, knowing that it is a joy to be in this position and place instead of always wanting to be somewhere else, someone else, or older with more privileges (forgetting the responsibilities which come with privileges). This is the childhood I always wanted and didn’t know it.

Life wasn’t easy before, not now, when life is hard, there are layers of joy and hope that weren’t available before. This is the life for me.

This morning was my turn to lead at the men’s group, which gathers at Panera’s on Wednesday mornings at 6 AM. I want to share the ideas stirring in me because they are encouraging me to focus on what is most important in my life. The focus began to grow out of a comparison between Joshua going to enter the promised land and Jesus speaking to His disciples immediately following the resurrection.

God had been training the Israelites from their beginning to be His children. He rescued them from a great famine and sent them to Egypt. He rescued them from Egypt by conquering all the Egyptian gods and proving that He was God above all gods. He took them into the wilderness to train the slavery out of them and put Kingdom values into them. (I realize that I am traveling in extreme summary.)

The Israelites often struggled throughout the process as a small child suffers with coming into order with its parents. They generally did well when God moved powerfully but tended to go back to their own ways when He was quiet. (I recognize the extreme generalization here.)

The Israelites challenged God and His representative Moses often, leading them to their own harm. I confess that if I had done all the things my parents told me to do, I would have lived a much easier and less painful life. My parents always warned me and taught me against all the things I chose to do myself, which brought me the most harm and suffering. I really identify with the Israelites.

The Israelites had a trouble I find in myself. I tend to relate to the hand of God (the things He does) more than I relate to the person of God (who He is). This is sort of a works versus faith type of thing. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve caught myself trying to earn God’s forgiveness instead of realizing how much forgiveness I have due to God being God. My thinking often errs on the human side instead of in heavenly understanding and acceptance.

All basic training was accomplished by the time Moses handed the mantle over to Joshua. The slaves had become a nation. The disobedient had died in the desert. Discipline and values had been trained into the people. They were ready.

The promised land was their inheritance, and through God’s promise, they owned it. However, they were not in possession of their inheritance. God spoke to Joshua in Joshua 1:1-9. (Read this passage as though Jesus was speaking it directly to you, and it will encourage you!)

Jesus spoke to His disciples in Luke 24:36-49. It was the same type of encouraging speech. It was also in preparation for them to receive the Holy Spirit because they were going to go out and turn the world upside down for the Kingdom of Heaven. They were on the verge of becoming conquerors through Christ and His work through the Holy Spirit. The parallels are very interesting.

They needed extreme encouragement. They were being taken to the next stage. They were going to take their inheritance by force. They had been trained for the work ahead of them. They had been freed for the work ahead of them. So many comparisons are here to be examined. So how does that work toward focus?

I find that I, and many like me, get so busy or so caught up with what God and life is up to that we forget the most important thing – our relationship with Jesus. Winning the promised land was a given. God had promised it. The most important thing was their relationship with the living God. The miracles were accomplished because God is the rescuer. It is who He is. The most important thing is not the rescue, but the God who rescues.

Same in the New Testament. Miracles, healing, prophecy were all powerful proofs of Jesus. Those things are given. Where Jesus is, those things are available and will happen. Jesus hasn’t changed. The most important thing is not the power and miracles, but the Jesus who does those things for His children and His people.

The focus is Jesus. God is amazing. He walks in power and generosity. Those things are a by product of who He is. Those are the things He does. Jesus is more than the things He does. He is God. Having a personal relationship with Him is actually more powerful and more important than any of the miracles you may have experienced or heard about. The focus for me is learning to walk in the intimacy of relationship with the Living Lord Jesus. I’m in way beyond my depth.

I created a list of the things that went wrong throughout a past vacation, which was the final roundup of a summer I misused, a summer in which I felt terribly unsatisfied. I tie it to thoughts about the 10 virgins as part of my process to grasp the experience.

I leaked oil all summer. My impatience became the source of the leak by not resting and trusting in Jesus. I leaked a little oil every time I did not rest in Him because I was not waiting in focused belief. Waiting in focused belief means having confidence in my relationship with Him to a point that the circumstances and appearances don’t distress me.

When I fail, I get distressed. When I get distressed, I rely more on myself and become more acutely aware of my circumstances and all the things that distress me. That makes me try harder, taking my eyes further from the Lord, and entering a downward spiral, leaking all my oil. At the point the Lord and Master comes, I am not ready because the distress has leaked the oil. I am running around trying to find my peace (a little oil) so I can hear and respond to the Lord, while those who maintained their focused faith had plenty of oil and their souls were ready for the Lord.

The war between a physical man of planet earth who has much or most of his self-image based on his production or ability to produce is a major part of this scene. The warring enemy to this human identity is a relationship with Jesus which requires being in relationship. Circumstantial productivity is a by-product and not the focus. I am unable to produce anything which will make Him love me or approve of me more. We are in relationship, like the friend who cheers your world by just the sight of him or her down the hall without even speaking. It is who they are. It is the relationship.

I had great ambitions for that vacation. All I wanted or needed to produce failed. I thought it was about the doing, producing, reading, praying business. It wasn’t. It was about having my lamp full in a focused, believing, relationship. It was about separating myself from my circumstances to enjoy loving the Lord so our relationship could be stronger than the situations and my own fantasy about being productive. It was about settling down to be His, especially when I’m a failure by all my own measures – a place of ultimate peace and security in Him. God was loving me all summer, and especially on my vacation in an effort to capture me into His peace and joy. He spent His summer fishing for me. I was the lost lamb He wandered and searched to find.

The light slowly began to dawn on me that God was trying to help me accept that He really loves me. He was proving it by allowing me to get myself in a situation in which I had no choice but see His love and accept it.  In my own eyes I had failed utterly and completely. I had nothing in my hands that I could use to validate myself from any standard I hold, including that of connecting up openly with the Lord.

It was reflectively being in the belief of failure with those related feelings towards myself that I carried when I turned to look into His face. There was no place to run and hide. Everything had bottomed out. I had to face the music and look to Him. I believed that He loved me. It became more than just an idea or concept. It became more of a personal, internalized acceptance. The face that looked back at me was not one of rejection or punishment or disappointment or any negative or derogatory thing. It was the face that said, “Everything is okay because we still belong to each other. I am so glad you’re mine.”

As I reflect over that summer, I began to see it as an intense session of healing instead of hurt and disappointment. I really think it was a time in which God wanted me to move closer into His arms and further away from the accusatory, blame centered, rejection-mode way of this world which many of us have allowed to become the way we relate to ourselves.

His face is the face everyone dreams of seeing. Yet, his face is the first one we turn from when we look at ourselves through our own eyes and the eyes of the world. But, His face is there. His face can be seen. He really wants us to see Him looking at us, looking into us, showing us that the worst we are is nothing to fear. He wants us to know that He meant it when He said that “Perfect love casts out all fear.” He wants me and those like me to see the perfect face of love looking at us, drawing us closer to Himself.

Matthew 25, the story of the ten virgins, talks to me about my relationship with the Lord when He is out of sight, how I react. I can wait in peace and love for the one I trust. I can wait in boredom and distress. I can wait being active in my faith, or I can wait in fear of judgement and punishment. How I/we wait will indicate whether I/we have oil in our lamp or not when the Lord comes to us.

Paul Harvey had a radio show called “The Rest of the Story.” He would start with news that was known and ended with the facts or persons in the story that were not so well known.  I have always thought that the story of the prodigal son was incomplete, especially regarding the older brother.. The older brother showed up to find a father grandly and excessively celebrating the son who was so bad and so wasteful in his life. The story stops after the older son was offended and was confronted by his dad, saying the lost was found. 

My prodigal son story didn’t end there. I have an older brother. He watched my father sacrifice so much of his attention on to me when I was sickly and when I was horrible. I consumed much of the energy that dad should have spent on my brother and other family members. My behavior became so bad that my father had to remove me from the family and the family inheritance. I was notified through letters from my dad and his lawyer. It was a grievous time for all of us. I was bitter, and my family was hurt. I was eating the fruit of a history of bad choices. They had to eat some of that fruit with me.

The Lord turned my life around and upside down from what it was. I had found repentance, life, and hope in Him. I wanted to, and worked to, become the person I could be instead of the person I had been. My life change became evident after a time. I became employed, sober, engaged to my wife, and active in the church where I received counseling and assistance crucial to God’s work in my life. I am grateful for God’s appointed counselor and His community. Dad contacted me as he learned about the change and gave me another chance. I would say second chance because it is the normal phrase, but we had long passed second chance. I’m sure we were in the three or four digit range, easily. 

My war with dad had injured all of the family as well. My older brother was one of those who was injured. He had suffered loss as I had betrayed my family values, my family, and myself. He had watched as I had used up every bit of other people’s help and wasted it on the bad life I continued to live with vindictive determination. He saw my return. Had I been him, I would have been highly suspect and considered my return a design to further abuse those who were willing to sacrifice and love me when I neither deserved it, nor was I likely to respect it. Had I been him, I would have resisted all attempts to have me return to the family. I am glad that I am not him because he was much better.

This is where the story continues from the one in scripture. My brother forgave me and became the person I trust for true leadership and advice. He openly confided his hurt to me and his forgiveness. He has proven his forgiveness many times. I think I have always been an inconvenient person. Add that to the injuries I provided before my growth in Christ, and you have a reason to avoid, not embrace. Yet, in the early years of my marriage, when my wife and I were dead broke, we would go to my brother’s house for a weekend’s rest and a few fabulous meals with my brother’s family who totally took us in.

My father died. The family went through his possessions. My brother determined that I should be given dad’s second wedding band, which should have gone to him. I was embarrassed, when my mom died, to consider receiving anything from my family because of who I had been and what I had done. My brother was the one who talked me into receiving it with open arms because they wanted it, and I had changed. He led me through a stage of self forgiveness, which I had put off.

I love the scripture story of the prodigal son, but I love the way God worked it into my life even better. I am grateful for the courage of the hurt to embrace, love, and forgive the prodigal. I am grateful for the strength and wisdom of older brothers whose love is stronger than their hurt and manifest a true example of Christian love and forgiveness. And that is “The Rest of the Story.”

What if I were one of the heros of the Bible? What if I were to think like Harry thinks in real time as a major miracle is taking place? What if I couldn’t see it in the 20/20 hindsight that the finished story gives me?

Genesis 41-43, the end of the story of Joseph and his brothers.

I consider and put myself in the shoes of Israel or his son Reuben. Joseph is gone, believed dead. The famine has come. Egypt is the only place with food. My sons have gone to buy food and come home without Simeon and with the demand that Benjamin be taken to Egypt. I have lost a favored son. Reuben betrayed a favored son. I am in misery because of the loss of the favored son or because of my faithless betrayal to father and brother. Benjamin is now endangered, and I, Israel, will sacrifice all to keep him safe, even to be unwilling to risk him to save the rest of the family. Now Simeon is in jail in a foreign country, so the possibility is the loss of three sons and/or all starving from the famine. 

My circumstances are devastating. The famine is here. All appears lost. There is nothing to eat. Loss, failure, and more loss are the only visible possibilities. Where is hope? Where is my vision of the Lord and what He wants? The son who had a vision was lost. How can the family bow down to one who has died? Am I to send my children forward into death and loss without choice because not sending them guarantees death and loss? How can I see the Lord in this time and situation?

What has the Lord kept behind the curtain in my circumstance? What has been the secret of His faithfulness that my faith should have trusted? What is the personal knowledge of Him which should have kept my heart standing on the solid foundation? How can I trust Him when I failed Him during and after His many provisions in my life? How could we have had confidence in Him when the entire world around me spoke confidence and assurance of our death and devastation? How could I now have faith in a turn around when I have suffered years in the loss of Joseph and the devastation of unanswered prayers (unanswered in my experience because the Lord held His miracles behind the curtain for a future moment)? I have had many past miracles and horrors. I have gained my family position through trickery. My sons destroyed a city because of Dinah’s rape. With all the confusion and the way things have taken place, how can I trust God? My sons and I have done terrible things. Is God still working on our behalf? 

Now is the finale when all turns around, and I see the completeness of what the Lord had in mind, the unveiling of Joseph.

What can I do when I am Israel, the father who has failed and lost, to provide and protect? What do I decide to do when no solution will work completely? Should I send the youngest to Pharoah and loose him, Simeon, and possibly more? Don’t send them and see the family I have, including Benjamin starve in the famine with our flocks and all that provides our finances? How do I gamble this while still suffering the loss of Joseph and the personal sense of failure that what the Lord gave me has been degraded by loss and other failures?

Why do I see Jacob/Israel as a man of confident always-faith and myself as no-faith at the point of testing? Why do I have confidence that Jesus will work it out and everything will be okay for Jacob/Israel, and not for me when we face the same type/form of catastrophe/devastation? Am I different from Jacob/Israel? Is the promise of God less for me? Is the presence of God less for me? How do I answer all these questions to find the faith that Jacob/Israel and I need to stand, love, walk forward, trust, and be faithful to Christ our Lord?

Jacob/Israel and all his failures is the answer to this last paragraph of questions. God has given us scripture and the story of his people to teach us about His love and faithfulness. I can trust Jesus through my failures because I see how He has led and kept all these others in scripture through their failures and successes. Jesus has provided a diary of His love and work with people just like me so that I can have confidence. The insight isn’t about Jacob/Israel. The insight is about the character and love of Jesus. Jacob/Israel is the story, but the revelation is about God. It is God who overcomes all the best and worst in humanity to prove and provide His love and redemption. It is Jesus who can overcome any obstacle and accomplish every hope and joy. 

I can rejoice because my life is also growing a birth to grave testimony of the faithfulness and overcoming grace of Christ. 

“But the anointing that you received from him abides in you, and you have no need that anyone should teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about everything, and is true, and is no lie—just as it has taught you, abide in him.” 1 John 2:27 ESV https://www.bible.com/59/1jn.2.27.esv

Today I began to reminisce over a healing which began a long time ago and continues to grow in my life. It was connected to Hebrews 6, which was laid on my back like a whipping as I cracked and broke at the end of my sojourn at the Church of the Redeemer in Houston, Texas, in the early 70’s. Verses 1-8 are heavy on the heart of someone who has failed in his own eyes and heart. They say, “crucified Christ afresh.” “can’t be renewed again to repentance,” and “near to being cursed,” and “its end is to be burned.” Haunting words at a time of a shattered life, and my life was shattered at that time. The words provided a sense of complete hopelessness because God became out of reach and beyond reconnection. I was being told that I was going to hell without possibility of salvation, a living death prior to a permanent death.

Those words have come back to me again and again through the years. I remember a Baptist former pastor who came to me in the mini-market in Boger City, North Carolina back in the mid 70’s. I was working the cash register as an assistant manager, earning a small amount larger than minimum wage. He read the scripture to me and told me the tale of his fall from the ministry. His sin had caught up with him. He was broken from the church, out surviving in the world, adrift from his beliefs and faith — cast out from his calling, bereft of any form of self respect or sense of dignity. He was a man trying to conjure appearances for himself and for others that the hollow in his life wasn’t real or wasn’t important. He wanted to think that he had a reason to live and not to fear dying with the expectation of hell.  His church had given him those words as they had been given to me.

He was already there — hell was burning every moment of his life in his state of disassociation from his faith home. He wanted his faith home. He wanted to come back. He missed being a person of purpose and destiny. He wanted to be a full person and not a cracked shell around an empty space. He wanted to be sharing his soul with God again. I knew this place. I lived there. Built a shanty on a rock outcropping at the desert there. Walked the tracks that circled the shanty and went nowhere, many times – years. His story made me touch my lips to see if they were still chapped and cracked from being parched from thirst and burned. I was stirred and felt like Sampson having my eyes gouged out. I wondered, had my hair begun to grow out again: Had I gotten out of that place? I faced the man, the word, and my death in a mini-market in a small town, a big moment in a small place for two weeping souls. 

A small word drifted up towards my mouth from some place deep inside. I barely heard it before I spoke it. I said, “God doesn’t play jokes on people.” The idea began to form around what the words meant, and a rock began to give water. I understood and explained. You want to be back with God. The only reason you would want that is because God is calling. No man feels that urge without the Holy Spirit’s work. Sin and humanity will never give that urge. God does not call just to have the desire quickened and then God tell the soul, “No, I was just joking. You can’t come back. You’re doomed.” God doesn’t do that. The man’s call and hope was restored in the call of God, “Return to me my sheep. Leave your desert that I might lead you by still waters and rest you in the grass. I will restore your soul.” This poor man was sent to me so that we could be freed. God wanted both of us to leave that barren place. 

The revelation began to tumble into other revelations. I had only perceived myself alone and without God. He had never left. I could see it as the fog blew away. I was convinced my relationship with God was beyond fixing, and lived and thought that way. It was a lie. A lie that became so big that it shaped the world I lived in. I finally saw that I had been protected through my journey in that dark land until the Lord used His own voice in my heart to free two of us to see again. It became obvious to the two of us that we had lost nothing during the darkness, but rather had gained a deeper respect for the love of Christ. We had walked deep in the enemy’s territory and came out with the knowledge that God is greater passing through our lips in praise. 

I continue to learn from that experience as I consider it. I’ve come to understand the probable reasons behind those who placed those words on my back. They are forgiven, joyfully so. What they said to me was a reflection of their own fears and feelings of helplessness. I really understand that. God is greater.  His smallest light is brighter than the enemy’s darkest night. There is no empty place or desert when God inhabits the heart.  I’m sure this experience will continue to teach me. God is generous that way. He is also generous that I can share this with those who have found a patch of darkness. God is greater. He hasn’t left you alone. Open your eyes and heart to Him and be restored to your faith home. He is working on your healing and redemption, even if you can’t see it right now. He does not fail or falter. God is greater.

parable | ˈperəb(ə)l |

noun

a simple story used to illustrate a moral or spiritual lesson, as told by Jesus in the Gospels.

ORIGIN

Middle English: from Old French parabole, from an ecclesiastical Latin sense ‘discourse, allegory’ of Latin parabola ‘comparison’, from Greek parabolē (see parabola).

I’ve decided that I will coin a term for my blog, harrable, a combination of Harry and parable. Basically the plan is to use this term to label life experiences which the Lord has turned into teaching stories for me like He used parables in scripture to teach the disciples and all of us who came after. You may very well decide to take and adapt this term with the beginning letters of your first name like bobrable, bilrable, sarrable, or whatever suits your fancy. I’m sure that your life experiences are being turned into teaching stories, if for no one else, for yourself, your friends, and your family.

The first harrable I wish to share is a Christmas story, since it is the season. 

I don’t know when it started, but I determined to hate Christmas. It must have been a long time ago because I don’t remember a time in which I didn’t hate Christmas. I’ve seen the pictures and movies of me and my family when I was small. It seemed that I might have loved it then, but I may have only been in the greed of the season. I know that my parents loved Christmas and did everything to make the season as joyful as possible. They were thoughtful gift givers and generous people who loved to celebrate and wrap the family up in all the joyful experiences of the season, including, and especially church. 

About the age of twelve or thirteen, I decided on being an athiest and rejected church. Christmas and Easter were about the only times my parents could get me to go. Maybe it was during this time that Christmas became unpleasant because I had become so unpleasant. Athiesm didn’t work out for me. Jesus is too real and overcame every argument, internal and external, which justified not believing. 

However, becoming a Christian did not take away my Christmas frustration. I saw every negative aspect of Christmas and overlooked the positives. I saw that it was the season of the most suicides during the year, but did not see that more people were being helped on the streets. I could see the financial and emotional depression caused by overspending and unmet expectations, but could not see all the drives by some rough bikers and other unexpected groups to provide generously to those who would receive nothing. My selective hearing and seeing caused Christmas to be a dark place. I went from pronouncing my frustration to everyone to finally trying to stay out of everyone’s way so as not to interrupt their Christmas.

The day of reckoning finally arrived through divine insight. I heard the thought in my prayers, “Well, Harry, are you happy now?” It was Christmas season, and I was edging toward the annual gloom. Why would I be happy? The inner thought continued, “You have finally become all that you hate about Christmas.” My years of bad attitude and self serving, self imposed frustration finally stood on stage in my mind and heart as though all the spotlights had found the performer who had been hiding behind the props. There I was in the glaring light. Nothing to hide behind, my attitude, the way I twisted my experience, the thoughtlessness I had placed on others, the demands I had made on others through my temperamental moods were devastatingly clear and obvious. It wasn’t about what Christmas was to me or to anyone else. It was who I was to be during Christmas or any other season of life. Christmas didn’t have to please me. It was my job to be the person I believed I was supposed to be. 

That divine revelation shook my insides. I had been carrying a lot of trash for a long time. My repentence was real, but I wondered if it would be enough after all this time, with all the baggage. My perspective took a massive change. The change opened a world which had been around me all the time. I began to see all that I had tuned out and refused. I began to see that Christmas was really a time to be refreshed in my faith and relationship with Christ. I became stunniingly cheerful. I was surprised by grace.

The final decoration on the Christmas gift Christ gave me was Santa. I was asked to play Santa at the museum and for an elementary school group. Everywhere I went that Christmas, people identified me with Santa. I spoke with little people riding in shopping carts, eating at restuarants, and walking in parking lots. I had more fun than I could have ever expected. 

I think of this experience as a harrable because there are many lessons woven in to the experience for me. I am still unraveling or unwrapping some of the lessons. The biggest lesson for me is that Jesus is the real gift, and He is new every day. He is the one who blows away the dark clouds and creates the joy worth having. Circumstances come and go, are anywhere from glad to sad, but He is always, and in every way, faithful.

I always wonder how people relate to the Lord in their personal inner selves. Do they talk to a modern image of Jesus or to a Jesus in Biblical robes. Do they even talk to an image or just an idea of Jesus through the words He spoke or the character He showed us through scripture. How do people relate to the always present, always available, always involved, perfect God through His Holy Spirit in the middle of their imperfect lives? How do they reconcile their imperfection to His always present perfection. How does Jesus constantly communicate through the darkness to create His light in us, despite all the clutter and misunderstandings we must carry toward Him and the heaven that is our future? Weighty questions for me. Maybe I don’t need to know the answer to them for anyone other than myself as I discover Christ living within me as I grow forward.

I often think of Jesus coming and living inside me as He came and lived physically on this planet. He walked the roads and paths of Israel doing amazing things. He walks through my soul doing amazing things. Jesus was in ministry for three years on earth as the physical Jesus, even though He was there at creation and all other times. He walks in any time, experience, thought, or anything else in my soul any time He wants. He was at my beginning and is at my end, and all times in between. There is a definite ability to create a comparison of Jesus’ life in me to His ministry on earth with the apostles.

People, even His disciples, were unaware of the immeasurable power and authority Jesus had. They argued, misunderstood, were amazed, and frightened by things Jesus did. He often had to pull them aside and explain things so the disciples could understand. They spent a lot of time with Him doing menial and uneventful things, like walking from city to city, eating, and other common life activities. I find all this comforting. Were I truly aware of the power, authority, and presence of the Lord who has chosen to make my heart a manger for His birth into my life, were I truly aware of all that He is and has made available in my life, all the time, I can not imagine how I, or anyone else, could function. Jesus, who could overwhelm the entire planet, chose not to overwhelm His disciples. He put enough of Himself on display to grow them into an eternal awareness of who He is, but was so gentle that He did not crush them with His glory.

There are moments in my life that are every bit as exciting as the feeding of the 5,000 or the healing of the lepers. There are times in my life in which I walk with Him, unaware of His constant presence. There are times that I am aware that I am in training and being taught or corrected. There are times I read scripture in which it seems electric, right out of Jesus’s mouth. There are times that reading scripture is a discipline that might show me something sometime. I walk with Jesus as the disciples did, experiencing the quiet non-descript moments to the moments that I, like the disciples, say/think “Who is this man that even the seas and waves obey Him.”

One of the most amazing proofs to me of the greatness of Jesus is His tenderness. I am a broken person with all the faults common to humanity. Jesus came into my life and walks with me, transforming my life. Yet, like when He came to walk on the planet, He choses to work with me gently without crushing me with His greatness. I consider that this world wants all the power it can get and to wield it without control. I see Jesus with all the power which could ever be gained, gently, with great tenderness and control, shepherding His many children into heaven. Jesus is truly worthy of worship.

Feeling used is probably a pretty normal experience. Consider the pretty girl who isn’t treated like a person because someone can’t think past her appearance. Same experience comes to handsome men or for anyone who is dealt with according to their appearance instead of their personhood, for good or bad. Pretty normal. The word stereotype operates in so many directions that it can be turned on anyone at just about anytime.

How many have been misused through broken perception because of the overwhelming need of the person they are facing instead of for the purpose of the get together? Maybe individual needs get in the way of seeing others or being seen clearly by others.. Human beings are pretty complicated. Sometimes it ends up being funny, things you laugh about together afterwards. Sometimes not.

Being outgoing and humorous always gets me into trouble. I feel like I live from “I Love Lucy” embarrassing moment to the next embarrassing moment. My tendency to want to lighten a tense situation has caused others to use me to lighten a situation, often causing me to feel belittled or to feel that I am being joked at instead of joked with.

These kinds of thoughts make me want to understand relationships better. I want to be better in the relationships I have and the ones I’ve yet to build. I want to find all the humor, purpose, joy, empathy, and compassion and all the other good things that make relationships so crucial to a healthy life. I want to find them, and I want to give them. I want to be able to give mercy where misunderstanding would otherwise swallow or destroy a relationship.

Recently, I realized that my relationship with Jesus was prone to all the disadvantages of my person to person relationships. It showed up in Matthew 14. The beginning of the chapter explains how and why John the Baptist was arrested and killed. I always got lost between the death of John and the feeding of the 5,000. Herod was a bad guy, but Jesus was a good guy and fed 5,000 with a powerful miracle people are still talking about. 

Between these two events, I missed Jesus. John the Baptist was His cousin. He was also the first prophet in 400 years for the Kingdom of God. Jesus was told about John’s death. He, “withdrew from there in a boat to a desolate place by Himself.” John was a great loss to the Kingdom of God and to Jesus personally. He referred to it later. “But I tell you that Elijah has already come, and they did not recognize him, but did to him whatever they pleased. So also the Son of Man will certainly suffer at their hands.” Then the disciples understood that he was speaking to them of John the Baptist.” Matthew 17:12-13 ESV Jesus was also facing His same-type future at the hands of those who would murder Him. He deserved and should have had some time to Himself. You can see the person and caring nature of Jesus in His response to the loss.

Jesus landed on shore only to find that the crowds had raced and beat Him there. He turned from His own need to heal and feed the 5,000. These were people, like me who loved Him for His miracles instead of for Himself. We pull on Him like people pull and stereotype us for the need they have. The feeding the 5,000 was the byproduct. The miracle was that Jesus, the King of Heaven, had such compassion and mercy that He left His own need for a little time of quiet for people who did not understand who He was/is or even care why He was doing what He did. They saw the miracle, but they probably missed Jesus as I have, between the death of John and the great visible miracle. 

I see that I have a lot left to learn about relationships and how to treat people. It is in moments like Matthew 14 in which there is a chance to see the personhood of Jesus the Son of God and realize that there is so much more beauty there than the miracles could ever show.