Devotions for the Church Year

Lenten Expressions of Lament and Love

But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8

Earlier this month, we entered the season of Lent. This is the forty-day span of time leading up to Easter. The church has observed this season of fasting ever since its earliest beginning in the 300’s A.D. The fast started as only a two-day fast, taking place on Friday to commemorate Jesus’ death, and on Saturday to remember the time spent in the tomb. Over time, the fast extended to the six days prior to Easter. By the mid 300’s A.D., some churches were observing a forty-day period, inspired by Moses’ forty days with God on Mount Sinai, Elijah’s forty-day sojourn to Mount Horeb, and Jesus’ forty days in the wilderness.

The word “Lent” comes from an Old English word “lencton,” which means the lengthening of the days, like what happens in the spring when increasing hours of sunlight make the days longer. More sunlight creates the right conditions for the sprouts of the next year’s growth to appear. The change of seasons in the natural world acts as a picture to us of the promise of new life through Christ’s resurrection.

We observe Lent hopeful of God’s plan to regenerate us, and yet aware of our mortality and sinfulness. When a minister says to us on Ash Wednesday, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return,” those words mean that we live for a certain amount of time, and then we will die. The ashes spread on our foreheads are a symbol of this mortality, and they are a sign of our desire to be honest with God about our sin.

The season of Lent has two goals. The first one is to lament the sin that placed Jesus on the cross. The second goal is a deeper personal understanding of the work Jesus did there. By his death, forgiveness and eternal life are secured for us.

When we take the time for lament and meditation, we see meaningful outcomes. I appreciate the season of Lent as one of the most significant periods of spiritual formation of the entire year. Lent helps us to make sense of our lives. We need the sort of reflection and lament that Lent offers in order to understand the purpose behind the things that happen to us, and also to grow secure in our identities as children of God. It’s vital to the well-being of our souls to look inward and admit our areas of vulnerability. As we progress in our journey of faith, we must look outward to weigh the cost of discipleship. As we come face to face with our behavior and motivations, we repent of our wrongdoing and turn toward God.

This is ultimately what we want for our lives. Each year, as Lent recurs, we move closer to God in our relationship with him, and we get a little farther along in the sanctification process. Lent doesn’t leave us unchanged. It is a season intended for restoration and healing. The themes of Lent help us understand that we must look to God for our salvation.

God loves us and he welcomes us. Romans 5:8 highlights the truth that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. This verse is from a larger passage in Romans 5 that relates to the themes of Lent because it mentions the benefits of salvation, such as the things we want to have and know will be ours through repentance. Romans 5 also mentions the things we know we need due to our sinfulness. We know that we can’t get any of them on our own and that saving help must come from somewhere outside of ourselves.

According to Romans 5, we have so many benefits given to us through faith. We have been justified. We have peace with God. He has given us the Holy Spirit and has poured out his love into our hearts. Christ died for us while we were powerless. We are saved from God’s wrath. We are reconciled and saved through the love of Christ.

Romans 5:6 says that Christ died for the ungodly. This is the point of our Lenten lament. Our sin cost Jesus his life. When we fully realize this, our hearts are touched with conviction. Then we turn away from sin and toward God.

This is as it should be. The only appropriate response to this act of love is repentance. Christ gave everything for us. We ought to choose to place him above everything and everyone else in our lives. He loves us deeply, completely, and with great passion. In Romans 5:5 it says God has poured his love into our hearts. We must keep our hearts open to him so that we have room for this love to enter us. Only with this help from God are we able to love Christ fully, in the way he deserves.

Romans 5:2 says we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Rejoicing flows out of our hope in God’s power to do for us what we can’t do for ourselves. We know the glory will come someday, but it hasn’t arrived yet. We are confident enough in its arrival that we celebrate now. The work has been done in Jesus’ death and resurrection. The payment is complete. We rejoice because God’s promises stand firm.

We’ve been justified through faith. We have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. So many benefits are ours because Christ died for us, the ungodly. As you observe the season of Lent this year, may it be a time of spiritual renewal bringing about change in your heart and in your life. May you grow in your understanding of the work that Jesus has done for you. By his death, forgiveness and eternal life have been secured for you.

Devotions for the Church Year

Liturgy of the Autumn Season: Giving Thanks

Give thanks to the Lord for he is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 107:1

Ecclesiastes chapter 3 tells us there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven, such as birth and death, planting and harvest, weeping and laughing, and mourning and dancing. In the same spirit, I’d like to suggest that there is also a time for giving thanks.

The actual holiday arrives late in November, at the close of the fall season. The autumn time of year follows an order much like a worship service does. The prayers and confessions, statements of faith and benedictions used in the worship service are called the liturgy. Funeral services have them. Christmas and Easter services have them, as do each weekly service throughout the year.

Liturgy is commonly referred to as a work of the people. We as worshippers engage in the songs, the prayers, and the statements of faith. We don’t sit back and watch worship being done for us. Instead, it is accessible to us and carried out by us as the gathered body of Christ.

Through our participating we proclaim the gospel as God comes to meet us and his presence stays with us. The liturgy puts words and meaning to it as well as giving a bit of structure so that the work is accomplished at the proper time. By the end of each worship service a cohesive round of story, of confession, of declaration, and of praise has happened. It flows in order and holds a place in our ongoing sanctification.

The autumn season holds many of the same elements for me as an ordered service. Many opportunities for worship crop up in the months of September through November. I’m not just talking about the weekly Sunday services, although there continues to be a number of those. What I mean are the activities that bring meaning to our lives and help us sense the presence of God, like being in nature or spending time with family.

The fall season has always begun with marching band. I marched in the band when I was in high school. So did both of my sons. Now that they are graduated and gone to college, I find that I still need to follow the bands, to watcher their progress, and to enjoy their programs.

September, the weeks of early fall, are the days of warm sunshine and low humidity. Geese start to migrate. The humming birds leave. Even the birds follow their own order in the work of migrating with the changing of the seasons. The sunflowers are still blooming, and so are the mums. If I’m lucky, one more batch of rose buds will bloom and last into October.

Then the harvest begins as soybeans are picked. Apples turn red and are gathered for sauce and pies. The hostas are transplanted. The corn dries down and is brought in from the field. Grapes, pumpkins, squash, potatoes, and the last of the tomatoes are preserved and stored in preparation for cooler months.

The leaves turn colors and fall to the ground. Rakes and winds work together to move them off the lawn and away from flower beds. In among this mix of fall activities my birthday arrives, along with the birthdays of nieces and nephews. Fathers, uncles, and brothers vacate the combine seat long enough to enjoy cake with a cup of coffee or a Sunday family gathering.

The weather turns cool and the days shorten, ushering us into the month of November. There is an order, a flow to our work, and a structure of the harvest season that lends itself to praise as we see what God does on our behalf. Bringing in a harvest is our statement of faith that the seeds planted earlier in the year would provide an abundance. Prayers and confessions arise from our hearts as we spend time with those we care about, spurring one another on to good works.

The time for giving thanks arrives as the benediction to it all. It’s the blessing we give to God out of the awareness of the blessing he gives to us. It’s important to take time to truly express our gratitude for God’s mercy and his abundant ways of taking care of us. We must be intentional about pausing to focus on God’s grace to us, even if for one day.

The verse I quoted from Psalm 107 was written to those who had been gathered from captivity. They were restored to their own land from every part of the world. the psalm uses the metaphors of travel in a wilderness, prison, sickness, and storms at sea to tell the story of everything these redeemed ones had been through.

The refrain, “Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love,” repeats throughout the first half of Psalm 107. Every time, it is followed by a situation too large for the people to escape by themselves. The first time, in verse 9, thirst and hunger are mentioned. God rescued them by filling them with many good things. He looked after both their physical condition and their spiritual one. While satisfying their appetites, he offers them mercy and grace, forgiveness and redemption.

In verse 16, the refrain to give thanks is followed by the statement, “He breaks down gates of bronze and cuts through bars of iron.” God performed the impossible for the ones he redeemed. When they couldn’t break out of a prison of sin or destruction, God delivered. When they faced obstacles, God made a way.

In verse 22, the deepest most sincerest form of gratitude is called out of them. “Tell of his works with songs of joy.” God is our Heavenly Father full of love that never runs out and will never fail. He works wonderful deeds on behalf of those who trust in him.

This season of giving thanks invites us into the flow and the order of worship. The work we do becomes the service we offer to the Lord by our faith in him, our confession of his forgiveness, and the declaration of his truth. Our ordinary lives are turned into a liturgy of meaningful occupation and awareness of God’s presence. May we not only declare our thanks for God’s unfailing love, but also live it. Tell of his works with songs of joy. Follow his order. Flow in the grace of selfless worship. Share gratitude.

Devotionals

The Only Way to Go is Through

Part I: A Flooded River and a Hot Furnace

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned. The flames will not set you ablaze. Isaiah 43:1

This summer, I was sitting at the bedside of a patient, and we were talking about the hard things of life. We both agreed that if there was any way to avoid them, we’d take that route. After laughing and joking around, we settled down to the reality that there is no detour around hardship. We don’t get to take an exit ramp off the highway to travel the backroads. Neither are there any bridges to keep us out of the rivers, or handy barricades and signs alerting us to danger ahead.

“The only way to go is through,” the patient said to me. The tone of this person’s voice exposed first-hand experience with swift-flowing rivers and hot fires.

“The only way to go is through,” I repeated. My voice, too, held the sober understanding of what floods and flames mean to a person’s life and to their faith.

The first thirteen verses of Isaiah 43 give us the roadmap for successful navigation of the places in life where the road ends. Where do we go from here? What happens when we can’t see the road in front of us, or if we can see it, we notice the risks of getting stranded, burned, or drowned?

This verse uses the word “through” three times. When you pass through waters. When you pass through rivers. When you walk through fire. The Bible doesn’t say “if” you go through, like we stand a chance at going around somehow. It uses the word “when.”

Passing through the water and the fire are a given. It’s an assumed fact that our journey through life will hold waters rushing so fast and so strong as to sweep us off our feet, as well as the fires that burn so hot and so searing, they threaten us with torture.

In the book of Joshua, the whole company of Israelites had to cross the Jordan River in order to arrive at their new home. The priests had to go first. The Bible says in Joshua 3:15-16, “Now the Jordan is at flood stage all during harvest. Yet as soon as the priests who carried the ark reached the Jordan and their feet touched the water’s edge, the water from upstream stooped flowing. It piled up in a heap a great distance away.”

What those priests must have been thinking as they marched head-on toward a flooded river. They carried a heavy ark of the covenant and wore all their priestly robes. They’d sink and drown for sure.

But they went on, fully aware and probably scared to death. Three days prior, they’d heard Joshua declare that they would cross the Jordan to go in and take possession of the land the Lord their God was giving them as their very own. The priests knew God was with them. They didn’t know how God would save them from the flooded river, only that he would. They entered the Jordan, prepared to go through it, on blind faith.

Another story I think of is the well-known narrative about Shadrach and his friends in the fiery furnace, as told in the book of Daniel. They refused to bow to the image of gold the king had built. As a result, they were thrown into a furnace. The king was mad, and the provincial officials were loyal to him, but the three young Jewish men were calm and collected.

“We do not need to defend ourselves before you,” they told the king. “If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from you hand. But even if he does not, we want you to know that we will not serve your gods.”

The king ordered the furnace turned up to seven times the usual heat. It became so hot, the flames killed the soldiers. The Bible reports the king’s words. “Look! I see four men walking around in the fire unbound and unharmed. The fourth looks like a son of the gods.” (Daniel 3:25).

Shadrach and his two friends were then removed from the fire. The Bible goes on to say that the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed. Their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them (verse 27).

These brave young men had no way to get around the king’s anger. Their only choice was to endure it, and to go through with this stand they’d taken against his gods. The fire blazed in their faces. Deadly and dangerous, it licked at them in a sinister guarantee they’d reached the end.

But they knew God could save them. Even if he didn’t, they still chose to stand with him, and not the false gods. They were willing to stand for principles and die for their faith if necessary.

It turns out that the Lord didn’t require martyrdom for them. And yet, they still had to go through the fire. He was there with them, protecting and rescuing. Because of his presence, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego gave testimony to the power of God. The king broke out in praise and actually made a new law of respect.

God had given the Israelites the promise of a new home. They knew where they were headed and what waited for them there. The flooded river created an obstacle they had to navigate. It was temporary and brief, but dangerous, nonetheless. This impassable roadblock became an opportunity for God to work a miracle. He parted the water, allowing safe passage on dry land.

The young Jewish men in the book of Daniel displayed God’s glory in another way. His very presence was visible in the moment of their greatest crisis. God not only spared them from the destructive fire, but he also met them in it, walking with them through it.

God shows himself strong in our places of vulnerability. He helps us navigate the obstacles and he meets us in the fire. We may feel that our hair has been singed or that our clothing does smell of smoke from the flames we’ve been through. Or we might be coughing up water we’ve taken into our lungs while attempting to ford the flooded river. But we can still trust God to hold us in his righteous right hand, to be our shield, the one who sees us precious and honored in his sight, and the one who loves us.

Devotionals

Joy Comes in the Morning

Psalm 30 Part III: Redemption

You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord my God. I will give thanks to you forever. Psalm 30:11-12

By verse 9 of the psalm, David has reached his lowest point. In a moment of desperation, of impending death, and of discouragement, he calls out in verse 10, “Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me. O Lord, be my helper.” It’s a statement of calm, childlike trust. It’s like David is saying open-endedly, “Your will be done. You know what I want, but you do what you want in my life.”

If the psalm would have ended here, we’d actually feel pretty satisfied. The psalm as a whole follows a pattern similar to one found in our own lives. We enjoy good times, a span of prosperity, a self-assurance of our own security. But then something happens, like a diagnosis, or financial loss, or pain in a relationship, and we petition God to return our lives back to normal, or to at least ease our anguish. We remind God of his promises, we pray much the same prayer that David did for God to be our helper, and then we wait.

That’s how most things turn out in real life. So if Psalm 30 were to end at verse 10, we’d consider it satisfying, and we wouldn’t necessarily expect David to say any more.

But the psalm doesn’t end that way. There are two more verses, and they are brighter and more exuberant than anything that came before. “You have turned my mourning into dancing. You have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.”

Something has happened that is even more significant than the first event that caused David’s sorrow. It feels like David has a sort of Job moment. What I mean by that is what we learn about Job at the very end of his story. Job received double not just of material possessions, but of the expected Biblical life span. He dies full of days. The Renovare Life With God Bible says, “In the midst of his prosperity and wealth, Job was stripped of all that had once defined him. He’d felt disoriented, deserted by God, and defensive toward his friends. Still, he clings to his conviction of God’s sovereignty. He feels God has left him, yet he can’t give up his belief in God’s ultimate goodness. I know that my redeemer lives, he says.”

In the darkness of intense suffering, God was Job’s redeemer.

Redemption means deliverance from some evil by payment of a price. Prisoners of war were released on a ransom. So were slaves. There’s also the concept of redemption of property. Ransoms and redemptions were the payment of the price of deliverance. The redeemer is the one who pays the price.

David knew he was under a sentence of death for what ever reason, we don’t know exactly, but the situation was dire enough David wasn’t getting out on his own. He needed a helper, a redeemer, a healer, and a restorer.

During high school, one of my sons worked at the redemption center in Pella. When I asked him about the concept of redemption, he talked about that job. Pop cans come in, get counted, and then the person who brought in the cans gets a reimbursement. The cans are redeemed at a set price.

In a sense, Job has brought in all his cans. He’s been doing so for a long time, hoping he will get rewarded at some point for what he lost, for all that he’s been through. He gets another family, but the first family is still lost. He didn’t get them back. The end of the book of Job is left hanging because everything hasn’t been made right yet.

Redemption has two parts. Job and David and others like them in the Old Testament see the first part. They know that God has the character to compensate for loss. They live in trust, like we do today, that God will recompense all losses because there has to be more. When will the people, the health, the safety, and the goodness we’ve lost be returned to us?

Jesus’ death and resurrection has happened between our era and Job’s and David’s, so we know the method God will use to restore and redeem, but it hasn’t fully happened yet. This is the tension Job lived in. He’d lost his first family but was given a second family. When will all of Job’s family be restored to him?

David, too, is feeling this tension. From earlier in the psalm, we can conclude that David lost prosperity and security like Job did. We also know he lost his son Absalom. And yet, David had hope. He expected that God would always act as a Father toward him. He expected that his faith would someday bring into physical substance the promises God had made to him. In hope, David cried out to the Lord and waited on him. This hope helped him to persevere. The promise of God’s redemption fueled David’s hope. He’s dancing and he’s praising God.

We live in the same tension, and with the same hope that Job and David did. We are still waiting and still trusting for the final, full redemption when death is conquered. When there is no more crying or pain, and all things will be made new. Relationship with the people we love will be restored. It makes our hearts ache, doesn’t it? Sometimes, I wonder if, underneath the goodness that both Job and David received from God’s hand, there was still an ache. An ache for what is still missing, and an ache of hope for what is still to come.

Hold onto your hope because at some point, those first rays of sunlight will crack through the clouds. Dawn will arrive, bringing with it the sunrise. Weeping may remain for a night, but it will end. The morning will replace it, bringing rejoicing.

Friends, you are favored by God. Sometimes he uses the darkness to make the strongest statement of his love for you. Do not fear the pain, or what may wait on the other side of it. God wants you to live free from the sin that casts shadows over your soul, chilling it against the blessings and gifts of the Lord. Sunrise eventually breaks forth in our lives at each stage of growth until that day when death comes. Then the ultimate sunrise of healing and victory envelopes our lives in a place where there is no more night. No more darkness. No more death or mourning or crying or pain. The Lord is our light and our salvation. Whom shall we fear? The Lord is the stronghold of our lives. Of whom shall we be afraid?

Devotionals

Watching for Comforting Promises

Psalm 30 Part II: The Dark Night of Grief and Death

To you, O Lord, I cried, and to the Lord I made supplication. What profit is there in my death if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness? Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper! Psalm 30: 8-10 (NRSV)

The previous devotional I posted about Psalm 30 mentioned the dark night of soul growth. In this devotional we will talk about the dark night of grief and of death. To do so, I’d like to visit the passage of John 11, which is the account of Lazarus rising from the dead. Pay attention to Jesus’ response. How did he handle this monumental, painful loss of a close friend? The darkness of grief affects even the Lord himself. Even though Jesus is working in the power of God and keeping everyone’s focus on the resurrection taking place, he still feels the emotion.

In verse 4, he says, “This illness does not lead to death; rather it is for God’s glory, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it.”

Verse 11 has more of Jesus’ words. He says to the disciples, “Our friend Lazarus has fallen asleep. I am going there to wake him up.”

Verse 23 has Jesus’ words to Martha. “Your brother will rise again in the resurrection on the last day. I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.”

In verse 22, it says, “When Jesus saw Mary weeping and the Jews who were with her also weeping, he was greatly disturbed in spirit and deeply moved. He asked where they had laid him, and then he wept.”

Verse 36 noticed what the Jews said, “See how he loved him!”

In verse 38 at the tomb, Jesus was greatly disturbed. He told them to take away the stone. Then he prays. Then he tells Lazarus to come out of the grave.

From what we understand of this story, watching Jesus in action, he sees death differently than we do. According to verse 4, the cause of decline, which for Lazarus was illness, is for God’s glory so that Jesus may be glorified through it. For believers who have placed their faith in Christ, illness doesn’t end in death. We go on living, only we do it in a different place. Each Christian life that has been redeemed from sin brings glory to God through the power of Jesus’ resurrection.

Jesus sees death as temporary, as nothing more than a child taking a nap. The time when the last breath is drawn is when the person falls asleep. They rest in peace, without any suffering, and then wake up in the presence of God. It’s a beautiful declaration from Jesus of how little of a threat death is to the Christian. As Psalm 23 states, we pass through the valley of the shadow of death. All it can ever do to us is cast its shadow over our souls, but once we’ve traveled through the valley, we arrive in a place of light, of wholeness, and of beauty, unharmed.

As we see in Jesus’ interaction with Mary, he entered into her grief. he stood there with her and felt it like she did. At those times of painful, shocking loss when there is nothing to say, we can remember that Jesus shares it with us. He enters into the sorrow and the sadness, offering himself as the source of comfort, as the source of life. Jesus’ love for Lazarus, for Mary and Martha, and for everyone who falls under the sentence of death stirs him deeply. The Bible says he was greatly disturbed in spirit and deeply moved. This is the love that drew Lazarus from the grave. It’s the love that kept Jesus on the road to Jerusalem. It’s the love that held him on the cross for you and me.

In verse 8 of Psalm 30, the word supplication is used. It is a request or a petition. David asked God for something. This isn’t the first time David made requests of God. His psalms are filled with supplication for mercy in Psalm 4, leading in Psalm 5, deliverance in Psalm 6, and salvation in Psalm 7 as a few examples.

David was right to cry out to the Lord and ask him for what he wanted. He makes his case stronger by telling God if he goes down to the pit, there is no benefit for God or anyone else. God would lose one of his most devoted praisers. If David is removed from the scene, the dust is all that is left, and it can’t take his place. Neither can it talk to give testimony to God’s faithfulness. David finds meaning in his ability to praise God and to tell personal stories of God’s love. They might be all he has left at this point, and he knows that if God doesn’t answer his prayer, it’s over.

David has a very good reason to petition God. David knows God has made a promise to him. It’s a promise of an heir, a son to come after him as a successor. The son hadn’t been born yet, so David understands that he at least needs to live long enough to see God keep his promise. In this prayer of supplication, David is holding God to that promise.

“What profit is there in my death?” David asks. He believes it would be inconsistent with God’s character to take him out of the world by an untimely death before God had accomplished the promise which he had made to him concerning his future heir.

He doesn’t give up in despair that God has forgotten or changed his mind. He holds to what he knows to be true about God and uses it as the foundation to his prayer. God had made a promise to him, so David is going to petition God and keep praying until he sees that promise come to pass.

There’s a relationship between God’s promises and our faith. God doesn’t merely make promises in words to feed us with empty hopes and then afterwards disappoint us. God’s word goes forth out from his mouth. It shall not return to him empty, but shall accomplish what he desires, and achieve the purpose for which he sent it.

There is no deception in God. He is faithful. If there’s a promise the Lord has made to you and you’re still waiting to see it happen but circumstances in your life are causing you to question how in the world everything is going to work out, then keep praying. Keep petitioning God. Paul writes in Philippians, “Don’t be anxious about anything but in everything, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.”

Devotionals

Watching for Sunrise

Psalm 30 Part I: The Dark Night of Growth

Sing to the Lord, you saints of his. Praise his holy name. For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. Psalm 30:4-5

The phrase, “Weeping may remain for a night but joy comes in the morning,” has stayed with me as the best description of what our hearts can feel as we face uncertainty and change. This might include losses, unexpected decisions, or events that come along we never thought would happen to us. But through them, we discover that God uses the darkness to show his love.

This may seem like a strange thing to say, but it can also be the only way we have of making sense of our circumstances. We go through a sort of process of elimination by thinking about what we know is true. God is love, and he will never leave us. So, if we believe that, it means God is present in our dark times, and he loves us through our dark times. But we wonder where he is because often we can’t see him.

Think of a summer thunderstorm that comes up in the night. We know how storms are formed with high anvil tops and puffy, white clouds. If the storm were to come through in the daylight, we’d see the size and color of the clouds. We’d see the wind bend the trees. We’d see the haze of the pouring rain.

But at night, the darkness hides all that. It doesn’t mean the clouds aren’t as big and puffy, or the rain is less heavy. The storm was still there. It moved through, but with less evidence of its power. If it comes late enough in the night, we might miss it completely, except for random rumbles of thunder or flashes of lightning.

Even these, as impressive as they are, don’t provide the accurate measure of the power of the storm. The only proof we may ever see of its existence is in the morning when we step outside and discover sparkly raindrops on the grass or damp pavement long after the storm has moved on.

God works this way in our lives. He moves through with power and with great love, but we don’t see the evidence of his presence because he is hidden by the darkness of grief or of growth, or of death. We may not even realize he has been there until long after his work is done. Then we look around in awe and utter, “Surely God was in this place.” An echo of Jacob’s experience in Genesis after he’d received a vision.

After the thunderstorm moves through, the corn’s growth rate accelerates. It climbs to greater height and develops kernels. Even in the dark.

A Carmelite monk from Spain names John of the Cross lived during the 1500’s. He wrote a book called The Dark Night of the Soul. In this book, he described how God works in our souls not through joy and light, but through sorrow and darkness. This dark night can be a time of suffering, but it can also be a time of growth.

John of the Cross says the dark night of the soul is when a person loses all the pleasure they once experienced in their spiritual life. this happens because God wants to purify them and move them on to greater heights.

These dark nights don’t come upon us through anything we have done. These seasons of purification and growth are appointed by God in their own time, and for our good. They can feel strenuous and overwhelming, causing us to wonder if we have strayed off track or if we have offended God. We might ask, “Why has he stepped away from me, or why don’t I hear from him as much as I used to?”

In the darkness, God is taking away all our sinful habits so that he can create his holy life within us. No soul will ever grow deep in the spiritual life unless God works passively in that soul by means of the dark night.

The darkness can make us wonder if God is angry. The Bible has much to say about God’s anger, otherwise known as his wrath. But for our conversation here, I’d like to highlight verses from Psalm 103.

Verse 8 says the Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. Verse 9 says he will not always accuse, nor will he keep his anger forever. Verse 10 says he does not deal with us according to our iniquities.

King David, who wrote Psalm 30, had gone through his own dark night at some point. He’d been fighting a battle. The fight included enemies, and a fall into a low, deep place like a grave. He’d been injured and he’d been in danger, as implied in other verses by his call to God for help.

Whatever David’s situation was, it held a real threat of death, the low grave as his destiny, and the triumph of his enemies. He knows that without God’s intervention, he will come out the loser and probably die.

Have you ever had a night of restless sleep or maybe of no sleep? You try to relax and get comfortable but sleep just won’t come. Our minds stay busy with a worrisome problem, or our bodies feel pain that prevents us from settling down and resting. The hours on the clock tick by.

The darkness seems to last much longer than it should, and we wonder if morning will ever come. When the sky finally starts to lighten, we feel a sense of relief. We made it. We survived that whole dark, long night. Now morning has come. We can get help, see the doctor, or rely on our supportive relationships. Struggle and pain can make us feel stuck. Once we find a resolution, we can finally start to move on.

David had first-hand experience with the love of God. The anger came at necessary times of wrongdoing, but it doesn’t define David’s relationship with him. David sees himself always as a favored one, someone who gets special treatment and large doses of unsolicited attention from the Heavenly Father. It’s the nature of God’s interaction with him. David doesn’t expect anything different. He knows God as the one who cares about him and helps him. The one who is always on his side.

The apostle Paul says therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So, we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Hold onto your hope because at some point, those first rays of sunlight will crack through the clouds. Dawn will arrive bringing with it the sunrise. Weeping may remain for a night, but it will end. The morning will replace it, bringing rejoicing.

Of a Woman in Ministry, Of an Author

New Glasses

Dreaming of Tomorrow, the third book in my Tomorrow series, opens with the scene of Logan De Witt in the doctor’s office trying out a new pair of glasses for the first time.

“Your new spectacles will help you with reading and also with seeing objects in the distance,” the doctor told him.

Reverend Logan De Witt held out 28 years before he met with changing eyesight. These new glasses promised to enhance his life in much-needed ways, but his new and refined depth perception would take some getting used to.

I included a scene like this at the opening of the book to set us up for Logan’s growth as a leader. He gets married in Dreaming of Tomorrow, so he has excitement as well as some reservations about his future. He wants his vision to serve him well down through the years as he gets established as a spiritual leader and begins a marriage.

I’ve been in Logan’s situation many times, going to the doctor for a new pair of glasses. Logan’s appointments were held in the clinic of the rural, small-town doctor back in the 1910’s, whereas mine took place in the clinic of an optometrist, surrounded by specialized equipment in the 1980’s and 90’s.

Every twelve to eighteen months my eyes would worsen with near-sightedness until my mother would take me to the eye doctor again for another change in my prescription. The lenses got thicker and thicker, making me look nerdier and nerdier. The last thing a grade-school girl wanted, especially in the 80’s when lenses were large, taking up most of the space on my face, was to appear before the world as a geeky, intellectual type who liked books.

Ah, but then my freshman year of high school arrived, allowing me to get contacts. What a relief! The weight of heavy lenses was gone, along with the humiliation of looking like the bookworm, the lover or reading, studying, and writing that I really was.

I remember the fear that accompanied each trip to the eye doctor. When would my eyes stop getting worse? Maybe they wouldn’t. Was it possible that my eyes would continue to decline until I went blind? I couldn’t stand that thought. Beauty in the world round me was taken in through my eyes. How would I see light and color? And what about reading? New ideas that fueled my imagination came from words on the page, and only from my ability to see them in the first place.

In those years while I was learning to get along with glasses, the classic TV show, Newhart, aired. It came on every Monday night at 8:30. Our family watched it devotedly. My dad was on the church consistory, which met once a month on Monday nights. This created a serious conflict of interest. On those nights when Dad had to miss a show, we’d push a tape into the VCR player (those were the days) and record the episode so that he could watch it later.

Newhart stood out to me because the main character, Dick Loudon, inn keeper and author of how-to books, wore glasses. They were little half-glasses he used for reading, coming in handy for deciphering small print, and quite convenient for sending looks of disbelief or skepticism over the top edges.

Dick Loudon evoked strong mixed feelings for me. I identified with his cardigan-wearing, introverted author persona while also carrying a secret dread of ending up like him. As a grade-schooler, I thought it would be grand to live in a historic area like New England and have something to write about, but I couldn’t imagine the humiliation of having to wear reading glasses. Who in the world would want to try and look like a nerdy, writer-reader type?

In April I visited my eye doctor here in Pella. Different one from my childhood, but the same modern kind of office with similar specialized equipment.

“You made it quite a way into your forties before your eyes started to change,” he said to me. “But now we need to think about different options for contacts.”

Those words took me back in time until I was a sixth grader again, hearing the eye doctor suggest yet another move to stronger lenses. But things weren’t going to be as simple this time as they were forty years ago. My Pella eye doctor adjusted the strength of my contacts (thankfully I can still wear them) but the change did nothing for the clarity of my up-close, fine-print reading.

Oh, dear. I knew what was coming. His assistant sent me home with the suggestion to invest in a pair of—you guessed it—Dick Loudon-looking nerdy, reader-writer-type reading glasses.

I went to Wal-Mart and found the most chic pair I possibly could, but I fear that they aren’t chic enough to rescue me from the sorry facts.

I took this picture of myself last week, seated in front of my shelves of books in the place where I do my writing. Quite honestly, it gave me a good laugh. The very thing I lived in childish dread of has happened. I must now wear the reading glasses to see fine print in the books I study to write messages and to do research for fiction projects.

As the doctor said, I held out a pretty long time, but now a change has come, and it’s come during a time in my life when the themes from both fictional characters, Logan De Witt and Dick Loudon have surfaced in my life.

Like Logan, I long for my vision to serve me well as I continue to grow as a leader. And as far as the themes from how-to author Dick Loudon goes, I’ve faced one of my worst fears and found reasons to laugh in the process, something he helped us do during all those years on the air.

Going back and watching those shows as an author, I’ve also discovered that I can relate to the challenges and concerns he had as a writer. The reading glasses have become a piece of this season of life, aiding me in my pastoral chaplain role, assisting my studying and writing, and keeping me in touch with the humorous side of things.

Of a Dutch Girl

Recounting the Story

It’s Tulip Time in Pella, the yearly tradition of celebrating our Dutch heritage that’s been kept since the 1930’s. Watching the parades and seeing the costumes inspires me to think about our local history. I appreciate what Eugene Heideman has to say in his book about Hendrik P. Scholte:

“The city of Pella annually celebrates his (Schotle’s) decision to separate from the Nederlandse Hervormde Kerk in 1834 and to lead his followers to found their city in Iowa in 1847. The story of their journey and heroic struggle to found Pella to be a “city of refuge” and to build their church with its motto up front, ‘In God is our Hope and Refuge,’ is recounted to the children and tourists each year at its May Tulip Time festival.1

The story is recounted, told over and over again to the children and to the tourists.

Participating in this retelling as I read the scripts to announce each entry in the parade makes me think of my own family’s story. An assignment I was given as part of my chaplaincy training was to share my family tree with the rest of the class, going back to the third and fourth generation.

Quite by coincidence, photos of some of my ancestors drifted my direction from distant relatives recently, allowing me to put the final pieces in place. The narrative of my Van Zante family is both fascinating and heartbreaking. Inspiring and heroic. Like any of the Dutch immigrants to the Iowa prairies, they faced struggles. Their piety and reverent Christian faith shines as the lasting legacy that has shaped me and made me who I am as a Dutch girl, a leader, a wife and a mother.

I’ve been handed many generations’ worth of rich heritage that I can share with my own children, adding to the recounted story of so many who came here to the American Midwest to find “freedom to worship God according to His word.” 2

I’m proud of them, and I’m honored to descend from people who knew how to trust God even when it meant leaving everything they knew and loved behind in order to venture into a fearsome, irreversible unknown.

Dielis Van Zante Sr. and his wife Pietertje emigrated to America in 1854 with their four-year-old son, also named Dielis, and a small daughter who died while they were still at sea, on their way to America from Holland. Traveling with Dielis Sr. was his brother Gerrit, Gerrit’s wife, and their children. Dielis Sr. and Pietertje settled on farmland south of Pella and went on to have more children.

Dielis Jr. grew up and married. then he settled on a farm in the Leighton area. He and his wife had seven children, one of which was my great-grandfather Henry Van Zante. In August of 1888, Dielis Jr. died an untimely death at the age of 38. If the reason was sickness or a farming accident, I haven’t been able to discover. All I know is that this sudden death must have been devastating to his wife and children.

Two of Dielis Jr.’s brothers were in business together as owners of a hardware store in Pella. They also owned land in the Eddyville area, so when the sons Dielis Jr. left behind were old enough, they were provided with farm ground.

One of these farms went to my great-grandfather Henry. He married Adrianna Grandia in March of 1910, and then moved to Eddyville to start farming. Henry and Anna had ten children. One of them was my grandfather, Elmer Van Zante. He married Elizabeth Van Heukelom, and then settled on that same farm. My dad, along with his brother and sister, were raised there.

In 2011, my Van Zante family received a Century Farm Award from the State of Iowa for retaining the same farm ground within the family for 100 years.

Ever since 1998, when I got married, Pella is where I live with my husband Tom De Bruin, and our sons Mark and John. They are both in college right now, but I find meaning in remembering, in finding more pieces to the story, and in recounting it to the children and to the visitors. Not necessarily because it’s entertaining, but because it’s real.

It’s ours as a family, and ours as a community. The story of seeking freedom to worship and of overcoming the struggles to claim land and make it produce has made us who we are. It’s our heritage, it’s our legacy, and it’s definitely worth celebrating.

Happy Tulip Time!

If my readers live close enough to take in a parade (or two), then I hope you make the trip to Pella. Notice the costumes. Listen to the history. Cherish the story.

Both quotes are taken from the book, Hendrik P. Scholte, His Legacy in the Netherlands and in America, by Eugene P. Heideman, published by Van Raalte Press, Holland, Michigan, 2015, pages xxviii and xxix in the introduction.

(Scenery photos taken by Michelle De Bruin in Pella, 2023. The photo of Michelle and her two sons, former members of the Marching Dutch, was taken in Scholte Gardens, Pella, in 2019).

Devotionals

The Searching Faith of Thomas

“Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!” John 20:27

The apostle Thomas has been nicknamed Doubting Thomas, and for the good reason that Jesus uses the word “doubting” when addressing him. Even though Thomas went though a period of doubt and skepticism, he didn’t get stuck in it, continuing to doubt as though that sort of attitude reflected a hard, closed heart.

Thomas’ heart was actually very open, but it had been broken, and needed time to heal. Jesus knows exactly how to bring him around and catch him up to speed with the rest of the disciples. He had a very important mission for them all, and Thomas must be ready to do his part.

The first time Jesus appears to the disciples, when Thomas was absent, was a sort of commissioning. He shows them his scars, giving them first-hand witness of his body returning to life. He says, “As the Father sent Me, so I send you,” giving them a call to do the work he did. Then he says, “Receive the Holy Spirit,” giving them the power to bring God’s kingdom and his reign to earth. They are authorized to deal with sin and extend forgiveness on behalf of the heavenly father.

When Thomas was with them a week later, Jesus comes again. He shows Thomas his hands and side, the same as he’d done with the other disciples. But for Thomas, he goes a step farther and invites him to do the very thing that would solidify his faith. Touching Jesus took full hold on his heart, and he was convinced of who Jesus was, and the work he’d done as God’s Son.

Thomas isn’t left out of the commission. He has the same opportunity for a first-hand witness as the others. Jesus speaks peace to them as he’d done on his previous visit, this time including Thomas.

Where was Thomas during that first meeting of the disciples? Was he at a family gathering, or was he heartsick? Was he appalled at the crucifixion and discouraged by the reality that something so heinous could happen to a man his friend Peter had declared to be the Christ?

Thomas had put so much faith in Jesus, but maybe that faith had been misplaced. We can see how doubts get started, can’t we? They spin out of one hope, however small, that didn’t get realized.

James talks about doubts. He actually begins in the place of wisdom, saying, “If anyone lack wisdom, that person should ask God who gives to all liberally without finding fault. Let them ask in faith, with no doubting, for the person who doubts is like a wave of the sea tossed about by the wind. The person is double-minded and therefore unstable.”

Thomas had hoped in Jesus. Along with the other disciples, he’d expected a ruler, someone to set them free politically from the oppressive Romans. Not someone who’d allow himself killed by them . None of those hopes (i.e. dreams) came true. And now Thomas is feeling let down and misled, maybe even deceived and foolish for having been so gullible.

His situation is similar to Peter’s of requiring a reinstating from Jesus. Starting here in the last half of chapter 20 to the end of the book, John tells the story of two disciples being restored to faith from their encounters with Jesus.

These two men needed that extra touch from the Lord for the health of their own souls, and to meet the mission that waited for them. They’d seen the Lord, watched him work miracles, and heard his teaching in the parables. So much more defined Jesus Christ, the long-awaited Messiah, than the disciples’ self-focused dreams. He was the Son of God who’d risen from the dead.

This moment when Jesus appears to Thomas held both an ending and a beginning for the disciple. The path Thomas had traveled thus far, tending toward skepticism and unwillingness to accept sensational news without trusted evidence, had ended.

Jesus spoke, “Peace to you!” with Thomas present. He invites, “Reach your finger here, and look at my hands. Reach your hand here, and put it into my side. Do not be unbelieving, but believing.”

“Don’t be double-minded,” James paraphrases, but single-minded in your focus, in your devotion, in your faith. Love God with all your heart, all your mind, all your soul, all your strength, Jesus affirms. Look to God for the ultimate wisdom of what it means to believe. What it means to perceive words of understanding, to receive instruction, to exercise justice, and to properly channel our love. This is what Jesus was asking from Thomas.

It’s also the invitation into a new life.

When Thomas reached the end of the road, this new life of faith is what Jesus had ready for him. His new life would pick up right there in the appeal to his senses. With his eyes, he saw Jesus appear among them. With his ears he heard the greeting of peace. With his hand, he pressed into the healed wounds of crucifixion. On the inside, he filled with the conviction that Jesus was his Lord and his God. This is the beginning for Thomas. The rest of his life and service to Christ is fueled from this scene.

His faith becomes established on the word of God, and grows beyond all human capacity.

This faith leads to an indwelling of the Holy Spirit. It’s why Jesus breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” The Spirit actually comes when the disciples are gathered in the upper room during Pentecost. Thomas is listed there, so we can conclude his faith took root, like seed in fertile soil.

The Holy Spirit would have taken it from there by comforting and encouraging him, and igniting his heart on a mission of passion and love for the one who has the life of God. Now Thomas, the disciples, and all of us who believe have this life in Jesus’ name.

Devotionals

The Resurrection and the Life

“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” John 11:25-26

The story of Lazarus is so intriguing. Many times I’ve tried to picture myself as one of Mary’s friends, rushing to her side as soon as news came of her brother’s death, staying through the burial, supporting her as she grieved. Questions would have flowed through my mind now that Lazarus was gone. How would the sisters survive in the world without him? Could anything have been done to prevent Lazarus from dying? What should we do to comfort Mary?

As her friend, I would have been one of those in the house with her, thinking Mary was on her way to the tomb to weep when she suddenly got up and left. All of her friends would have come along so that we might be of some help to her.

But Mary didn’t go to the tomb. She hastened along the road until falling at the feet of Jesus. The first words anyone would have heard her say for a very long time were to him. “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

Jesus, expressing his own deep emotion, goes with Mary and her companions to the grave.

It’s a scene of deep grief, of honest feeling, and of compassion tinged with frustration. The great destroyer, death, has snatched away from Mary and her sister someone they loved deeply. Jesus enters into their sorrow and identifies with it, weeping and groaning in his spirit. He feels the frustration too.

Death is the great interrupter to his father’s perfect design. His children, created in his image, were never meant for decay or separation from him. We were designed to love him, mirror and glorify him, and enjoy him like he enjoys us.

The sadness at Lazarus’s grave is far, far removed from God’s original intent. That’s why Jesus came, to restore our connection to God, and to eliminate the interruption of death to that intimate communion.

“I am the resurrection and the life,” Jesus declared to Martha. “The one who believes in me will live.”

Our part in restoring communion is to believe. That’s how it’s done. Jesus does everything else. He provides the complete escape from death through his own death on the cross. Through him, we live and enter into an unbroken relationship with the Father.

The story involving Lazarus took place on Jesus’ way to Jerusalem. When he arrived riding a donkey under the waving of palm branches, the events of Holy Week began to unfold. Jesus, the sacrificial lamb, the atonement for our sin, moved a little closer each day to the horrible yet necessary realities of crucifixion. He went through it for our sake. He dies in our place, giving his life so that we can live too. All we have to do is believe.

This week, as we approach Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Easter Sunday, enter into the honest feelings of Mary and her sister Martha. Their deep griefs, their frustrations, and their trust in Jesus is ours as well.

Jesus felt great compassion for them just as he does for each of us. Mary and Martha looked to him as their source of comfort and of intervention.

“But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask,” Martha said to Jesus. She didn’t know how God would meet her need, only that he would.

Allow him to grow your faith this Easter season. He can enter into your sorrow, your frustration, and your need. Trust that he can do something about it, and then watch to see how he works.