Showing posts with label Calvary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Calvary. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

God's Beautiful Design

 


I bought a Ken doll on my last Walmart run. In addition, I purchased a black tux for him and a white wedding dress for Barbie. Why were these things on my list among staples like eggs, milk, and bananas? Let me tell you the backstory.


My six-year-old granddaughter, Joelle, was playing at my house with my very limited Barbie selection when she decided to have a wedding. Gathering up the two Barbies (the wedding party), the lone Skipper doll and Skipper’s two dogs (the guests), she dressed them all–minus the plastic pooches–in their finest and frilliest dresses. Then she marched the two biggest of the Barbies down the aisle between the couch and coffee table.


Married

When I asked her what she was doing, she innocently told me that she was playing “wedding” and presented the new couple to me for perusal. As I looked at the meticulously dressed pair, I told Jo that I needed to get a Ken doll so Barbie could marry Ken, to which she responded, “Sometimes girls marry girls.” 

Gulp. 


When my sweet, innocent granddaughter responded in this way, it felt like an offense to my soul. And when my soul is offended, I often speak rashly. But this time, by God’s grace, I didn’t. What I did was what I call “swallow the gasp”.


When I took a few minutes to “swallow”, I was able to resist my most natural reply: “It’s sinful for girls to marry girls.” I chose to thwart this opinion because, even though I firmly hold it, I am trying to reframe my perspective about the brokenness in our world. So, instead I said, “Sometimes girls do marry girls, I said, but that’s not God’s beautiful design.”



Marred

It’s the truth. God’s design is beautiful, but when his design is marred by people who don’t know him, the discrepancy tempts me to play judge. Because I believe God’s design for life and marriage is the very best thing for all of us, I dismiss the dignity of those who eschew it, and gasp at the thought of their choice. Though I would never admit this, I label myself as better than them, and I let my words of judgement flow out of my mouth and –sometimes–into my granddaughter’s ears.


When I respond by gasping instead of showing graciousness, I, too, mar God’s beautiful design. So many times I, the Christian, have talked derogatorily about them, the non-Christian pursuing the sinful paths our society offers to them. Why should I expect anything else? But judging them is not my job–it’s God’s. Recently, I was convicted of this by a tiny book by Amy Carmichael called “If”. In this slim volume, Amy writes several pages about Calvary love, and she says this: “If I belittle those whom I am called to serve, talk of their weak points in contrast perhaps with what I think of as my strong points; if I adopt a superior attitude, forgetting “who made thee to differ? And what hast thou that thou hast not received?” I know nothing of Calvary love.” Wow. Wouldn’t I show Calvary love more fully if, when my soul is offended, I swallowed the gasp–and my judgement–and let sweet words of beauty come out? 


When I errantly speak of these Biblical values as rules to be followed, I take away the freedom of the gospel. When I use the gospel to defend myself rather than give life to my neighbor, I steal the appeal of godliness. But when I demonstrate by my words and deeds, the solidity and clarity and graciousness of God’s free gift to me through the death of Jesus–a death that I deserve–I wipe away the grime from the lens my friends are looking through and let the Son shine in. 



Marvelous

The gospel is not onerous or heavy to bear. The gospel is marvelous because it gives broken humans, like me, a way to become whole again. So, why do I so often gasp? I should be gazing so intently at the gospel that others can’t help but look.


Because I have been gazing more lately, I was able to respond rightly after Barbie had married her friend. Had I gasped when Joelle told me that girls marry girls, she would have learned to look at wordly people as “less-than, invaluable, bad”. But by allowing the Holy Spirit to refocus my mind on God’s beautiful design, I was able to explain that people are faulted, but God is grand. Even though I don't want to emulate sinful choices or celebrate worldly actions, I can esteem these image-bearers as people whom God dearly loves. Rather than condemning what is clearly condemnable, I can choose to offer something commendable–God’s majesty and beauty and his most marvelous ways! 


Recently, Joelle played “wedding” again, but this time Barbie married Ken. And as they walked down the aisle between the couch and the coffee table with the other Barbie, Skipper and the two dogs acting as guests, I felt happy for Jo’s choice, for the new couple, and for God’s good grace to me. In his utmost patience, God is still teaching me to swallow my gasp, to strengthen my grasp on my own sinful ways, and to embrace God’s beautiful design.

Friday, January 3, 2025

Why I Focused on Calvary this Christmas

During Advent this year I read through the book of Luke. But rather than stop and focus on Luke 2 where the birth of Jesus is celebrated, I slowed my pace as I reached Luke 22 and 23, where the suffering and the death of Jesus is recorded. 

In the movie Talladega Nights (which I am NOT endorsing), the main character, Ricky, prays over the family meal the evening before he competes in a car race: “Dear Tiny Jesus, in your golden fleece diapers with your tiny, little fat balled up fists...Look, I like the baby version the best, do you hear me?”


Although Ricky’s prayer to baby Jesus is hilarious, I think the words actually encapsulate the way so many of us think. We love to focus on Christ’s birth with all the excitement and joy of that moment, but we must remember, baby Jesus grew up. His infant sweetness was swallowed up in his agonizing surrender. His newborn cries for his mother were drowned out by a desperate cry for his Father not to forsake him. His soft baby skin, once pink and perfect, was torn and pierced for our transgressions. The breath, which caused his small chest to rise and fall, ceased on a cross at Calvary.


It is good and right that we celebrate the birth of Jesus. God broke into history, clothed himself with flesh and laid down his crown for a cradle. Jesus lived in our world! He loved his mama, played with his siblings, worked with his earthly father until his back hurt from bending over the workbench. He felt and dreamed and laughed and cried. He was human in all of its essence and God in all of his glory. 


When we celebrate Christmas only by looking at Advent, we miss the unbelievable reality that Christ lived–for 33 years–perfectly in righteousness so he could die perfectly for our sin. The “baby version Jesus” started his life being laid in a manger of hay but ended it being laid in a tomb of stone. But he didn’t stay there. He defeated death so we could have life.


If we focus on Jesus' birth without pondering Jesus' death, and resurrection, we miss the gut punch of the gospel: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life” (John 3:16). Jesus was a baby. Jesus was a man. And Jesus is a Savior who willingly died in our place. When we believe in him, we get the gift of life eternal! It’s free! 


But it wasn’t free for him: the sweet baby in the manger at Christmas grew to be the suffering Savior on the cross at Calvary. Thank God for his wonderful Gift.