Unfinished business?

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Our first meal together was a few months ago, mainly because my husband Jeff and her husband Scott had become friends and they thought Kirsten and I would also get along.

So we all four met at Applebee’s one Friday night. We chatted. And we connected. The men were right.

But then Scott got a call to a new job and he flew to Seattle and they were selling their house and packing up boxes and our next meal was a group farewell dinner at Terranova’s.

My friend moved away last week. And I hardly got to know her.

It’s my own fault. I thought there would be time. More time. I didn’t know, Kirsten didn’t know, that she’d be moving across the country from Alabama to Washington in the blink of an eye.

But last week Jeff and I were blessed with an evening at Kirsten’s house preparing for their move and on Friday we got to give her and her kids a ride to the airport to meet up with Scott in Seattle.

It wasn’t enough, but it was something. I’ll take it.

I don’t like the feeling of unfinished business.

Maybe that’s why yesterday’s Easter sermon made my heart pound.

“It is finished.”

Pastor Mark shared about these four cups of Passover—sanctification, deliverance, redemption, and protection.

And then another cup—the cup of wrath. One meant for me.

But the cup Jesus drank for me instead.

And with one last breath, one last blood drop, one last heart beat—he finished it all.

It was the end of the law (Romans 10:4). Once for all (Hebrews 7:27). My forever debt was paid (Colossians 2:14).

Done.

I may still have unfinished opportunities here, but there is no unfinished work. Jesus paid it all.

No need to pay twice for what’s been paid in full.

We each were given a wooden cup on Sunday morning to take home, to remind us that Christ drank our cup of wrath, and now we get to drink freely of his grace.

So even though I may not have a meal here with Kirsten for a long while to come, I know there will be a meal with her later—one gigantic feast—because Christ already made our reservations, set the table for us, and paid for it all.

The cups overflow with goodness.

Nothing goes unfinished.

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Do you have regrets over any unfinished business? Is it hard for you to leave a mess for someone else to clean up, or to let someone else pay for you? Please share in the comments.


“Death row inmate to walk free”

This is the headline today, Good Friday, in my local newspaper.

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Anthony Ray Hinton—after nearly 30 years in prison—is being set free this morning.

After a new look at old evidence, it just wasn’t enough. No one could be sure that the now 58-yr-old Hinton was the one who murdered a man at a Mrs. Winner’s restaurant and one at a Captain D’s in 1985.

So Hinton gets to go home.

I think I’ve heard this story before.

  • Evidence was dropped for Barabbas, the insurrectionist released on the first Good Friday (Matthew 27:15-26).
  • The thief on the cross beside Jesus, still being crucified, was set free that very afternoon after a conversation with Jesus (Luke 23:39-43).
  • And since then, I have been set free (Romans 8:1-4).
  • You have been set free.

Christ erases the old charges and opens the prison cells to let us go home.

I wonder what Anthony Hinton will do first. Where will he go? Who will he tell?

I wonder what we will do next. Where will we go? Who will we tell?

May you be overwhelmed this Easter, forever grateful for overturned convictions.

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What I’m into – April 2015

AROUND THE WEB

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  • Church in general gets a lot of bad press—and granted, some is much deserved—but not all. This article about not blaming the church for these 5 things is something to think about.
  • I’ve been using pexels.com lately for free stock photos with no attribution required.
  • We finally finished cleaning out my parents’ house to sell. So this article on kids not wanting their parents’ stuff was right on target, not just for me the kid, but also for me the parent.

THINGS I LOVE

  • My favorite song of late: Good Good Father by Housefires. I play/sing it over and over.
    “You’re a good good father
    It’s who You are, it’s who You are, it’s who You are
    And I’m loved by You
    It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am”


[Click here if you can’t see the video “Good Good Father]

  • ReplyMe plugin. It’s old but I *think* this is working properly to reply to the comments you leave on my blog.
  • Some of my favorite sermon podcasts lately have been from Pastor Stan Mitchell and his guest speakers at GracePointe Church in Franklin, TN.
  • I never get tired of watching and listening to my daughter Jenna sing with her grandfather Daddy Don. It’s hard to tell who enjoys it the most. This was her last Spring Break home before she graduates from Auburn in May.

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WHAT I’M READING

  • I’m excited to start the novel Ruby by Cynthia Bond. It’s the 4th selection from Oprah’s Book Club 2.0. I saw her on Super Soul Sunday and it drew me in.

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  • I hope to finish reading through the four Gospels this week for Lent and through 40 Days with the Holy Spirit. It’s been beneficial (and also fun to color my Lent calendar every day).

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  • My 2-year Daily Bible Reading has me in 2 Kings 8 in the Old Testament and John 20 in the New Testament.
  • Reading and thinking about one chapter a month in The Power of Now since my OneWord2015 is “now.”
    “The moment you realize you aren’t present, you are present.” – Eckhart Tolle
  • More of what I’m reading here.

ON THE BLOG

LOOKING FORWARD TO

  • Several Easter services with our church this weekend
  • My oldest daughter Morgan running her first half-marathon soon—Auburn’s Finish on the 50
  • Spending time with these two sweeties and their mom yesterday

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  • Seeing some dear friends next weekend when their baby girl turns 1
  • Laughing with Henry Cho that same weekend to benefit His Way recovery center
  • Even though my bracket fell apart and now I’m dead last, I’m still looking forward to the NCAA Final Four games Saturday and Monday. (And I love using the ESPN TC app again this year)

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  • We’ve started memorizing James 1 this week! I’m excited about how the Lord will reveal new things to each of us as we journey through.

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What are you looking forward to in April? Please share in the comments.

Linking at Leigh Kramer’s
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Another cemetery miracle

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My Aunt Shirley died last Friday.

She was the precious wife for many years of my mother’s brother, Ralph. Because Jeff and I were too far away on a trip of our own through the weekend, I didn’t get to go to Aunt Shirley’s funeral. That bothered me. I wanted to see my cousins, my other aunts and uncles, my own siblings there.

I didn’t get to hear the words about Aunt Shirley’s life. I didn’t get to see her body one more time.

And I didn’t get to see where she was buried. In that quiet little cemetery in small-town Mississippi.

Immediately after my baby Kali’s funeral years ago, I think those in charge wanted me to leave after Amen, to come back an hour later—after the burial—instead of standing there to watch it.

But I had to stay. I had to see the dirt, shovel by shovel, dumped over her tiny little casket. I needed it for closure.

Two days before the first Easter, Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joseph needed to see the graveyard, too. They had to see where Jesus’ body would be kept.

Of course burial was different in those days. Jesus’s body was put into a cave-like tomb, sealed with a gigantic stone, then for double-dog-dare-you protection, guarded by Roman soldiers.

And Joseph bought a linen shroud, and taking him down, wrapped him in the linen shroud and laid him in a tomb that had been cut out of the rock. And he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb.

Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of Joses saw where he was laid.
Mark 15:46-47

They needed to see because they knew they’d go back.

I knew I’d go back, too. I wanted to go back and check on Kali’s flowers, put out pinwheels, and just cry. They did, too (well, minus the pinwheels).

But our endings were different. At least for awhile. Because when Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went back, there was no body. At least not a dead one.

What they saw was a miracle.

What do I see when I go back?

It doesn’t look like much of a miracle. Grass has grown over the grave. The fresh flowers I used to keep there are now replaced by artificial ones to last longer. I occasionally take a pinwheel, but not regularly.

But the miracle?

Because of the great miracle at Jesus’ tomb, miracles in our cemetery happen too.

I just can’t see them yet.

But I know they’re just as real. The souls with Jesus live on. And stay alive.

And one day my soul will meet again with all the souls that have transformed before my time. And those who come later. And we’ll all be as real to each other as when Mary and Mary met Jesus again in front of his empty tomb.

So we hope. We lean in. We press on.

Because there’s more yet to come.

For my Aunt Shirley, my Kali, my parents, all your friends and relatives who have already passed on, the graveyard isn’t the end. It’s just the marker of transitions.

And from there, miracles continue to happen.

Just like they did 2,000 years ago.

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On the blog – March 2015


Scary Close – Review of Donald Miller’s latest book

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When you read a Donald Miller book, you sometimes feel you’re eavesdropping. He tells details that most people don’t. About his personal life. About what he’s really thinking.

“‘You’re being a bully,’ she said softly. ‘A bully,’ I said deliberately, as though to accuse her of drama.”

But because he does, you learn more not only about him, but also about yourself.

“To have an intimate relationship, you have to show people who you really are.”

Donald Miller is a storyteller first and foremost in his books. It’s how he gets his points across without being preachy. Some of the stories he retells had me sobbing in his latest book Scary Close. Stories of vulnerability and lives well lived and times of mess-ups.

“I looked over and he pointed at Karate’s bed. No kidding, right by his pillow was an old, worn-out teddy bear. Karate slept with a teddy bear. Unbelievable. I swear I loved the guy after that. Sometimes the story we’re telling the world isn’t half as endearing as the one that lives inside us.”

The heart of his story in this memoir (of sorts) is that performance-based relationships will leave you cold and insecure, but real intimacy—albeit painful at times—will change your life for the better. It’s worth the risk.

He walks you through his own history of relationships and you groan at times from his self-revelations. Each chapter leads you closer to his true love, Betsy (he shares their wedding photos here) and the truth about himself. In the discoveries, he realizes that no one will complete him, and that no relationship will fill all voids. And that’s okay.

“I don’t know if there’s a healthier way for two people to stay in love than to stop using each other to resolve their unfulfilled longings and, instead, start holding each other closely as they experience them.”

I appreciate Miller’s honesty, his humility, his humor. While I didn’t always need the same lessons he was learning (our demons differ), I still benefited from hearing them. And the lessons I did need? It felt like hearing them from a friend.

Here are a few favorite quotes from Scary Close.

“Grace only sticks to our imperfections. Those who can’t accept their imperfections can’t accept grace either.”

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“The last thing I learned about relationships by swimming in the pond was there are more lifeguards than sharks. What I mean is, for the most part, other people aren’t out to get us.”

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“But love doesn’t control, and I suppose that’s why it’s the ultimate risk. In the end, we have to hope the person we’re giving our heart to won’t break it, and be willing to forgive them when they do, even as they will forgive us. Real love stories don’t have dictators, they have participants.”

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“So I wrote. I wrote as though God thought my voice mattered. I wrote because I believed a human story was beautiful, no matter how small the human was. I wrote because I didn’t make myself, God did. And I wrote like he’d invited me to share my true ‘self’ with the world.”

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“To remind myself to never go back to being careful, I made a list of new freedoms. It looked like this:

  • I am willing to sound dumb.
  • I am willing to be wrong.
  • I am willing to be passionate about something that isn’t perceived as cool.
  • I am willing to express a theory.
  • I am willing to admit I’m afraid.
  • I’m willing to contradict something I’ve said before.
  • I’m willing to have a knee-jerk reaction, even a wrong one. I’m willing to apologize.
  • I’m perfectly willing to be perfectly human.”

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“We don’t think much about how our love stories will affect the world, but they do. Children learn what’s worth living for and what’s worth dying for by the stories they watch us live. I want to teach our children how to get scary close, and more, how to be brave. I want to teach them that love is worth what it costs.”

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Thanks to BookLook Bloggers for the review copy of this book