Brenda’s Blog – July 28, 2015

“All we need is your driver’s license…”

I lost my driver’s license, along with all my other ID cards. Think how socially lost you are without proof. You truly don’t exist. The catch-22 of invisibility is almost impossible to navigate. Social security wouldn’t let me apply for a replacement without a driver’s license. But a driver’s license was inaccessible without a social security card. I was a non-person!

Existential philosophers challenge us to consider the meaning of life, especially and particularly our own lives. Why are we alive and who are we – really? A question of identity.

Identity is a big topic right now. Identity theft, identity fraud, identity exchange, identity confusion – who we are is very much in play. More importantly, who we are NOT is a critical point.

And how we determine and maintain our identity is a crucial process.

The messages we send to the outside world matter. But the messages I send to my inside world matter even more. As a believer in Christ Jesus, I find great peace in the knowledge that my true identity is not what others think I am, or even what I think I am – it is who God through Christ has made me to be.

When I attempt to rearrange, reinvent, or regenerate an identity based on what I think will accomplish my goals, and satisfy my longings, crisis occurs.

Foundational to my identity is the sovereignty of God. I am not a free agent, managing my world with an unfettered hand. I am the beloved creation of a purposeful, intentional God who designed me, my path, and my destiny. Self-identification is a distorted, often perverted version of what our God determined. And when an imperfect being attempts to outthink the Perfect, chaos ensues.

Throughout the chafing, aggravating, irritating (and many other “ing” emotions) experience, I had to stop and think about who I truly am. I am not who the government recognizes me to be. I am not even who the culture decides I will be. NO, I am the daughter of the King, redeemed by the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ. In Him, I am free to be me. The child’s book had it partially right, but missed the crux of the issue. It is IN HIM I find the freedom to identity. I don’t have to defiantly self-identify because He has already claimed me as His own.

Yes, I finally am a licensed driver in the state of Texas, and qualified for social security benefits. But thanks be to God I am His and He is mine, whether or not I am credentialized. My identity rests in the finished, acceptable work of Jesus.

Brenda’s Blog – July 14, 2015

“I am one and only one…”

My grandmother was the wife of a Southern Baptist pastor, the mother of five boys, and a great influence on generations in the Smith line. She repeated her life motto to me regularly on our visits:

“I am one and only one, I cannot do everything, but I can do something. What I can do, I ought to do; what I ought to do, by the Grace of God, I will do.” I wrote it out in calligraphy for her to hang in her apartment. After her death, I received it and now it hangs in my house as a reminder of her strength.

Jack Palance as the character “Curly” in the movie City Slickers sagely counseled Billy Crystal’s character and the others to “find the one thing that is most important in life.” He held up a finger, wordlessly emphasizing the one thing.

We are limited. The era of “having it all” is passe. Even neurological science is supporting the one thing by introducing research which shows our brains were not meant for hyperwarp multi-tasking. We have a unilateral configuration which works most effectively when following one task to completion. Sadly, our social patterns long ago trained us to do many things at one time. We reward those who drive themselves into a frenzy being productive. But perhaps this wasn’t God’s design for us.

What is most important to you? What is your one thing? What gets number one priority when allocating resources of time and energy?

I never did ask my grandmother what her “something” was, but I imagine she would have told me bringing up five boys to revere God, understand their responsibilities, and be grateful for their gifts.

Think about the times when you feel God’s pleasure. Think about the times when your return on effort is multiplied. Think about the times when you felt the joy of being used by God. Could these be indications of your one thing?

Of course, we are called on to operate in a world which demands much from us. But as far as it is possible, let’s join in the covenant to identify our one thing and by the grace of God, do it.

Brenda’s Blog – July 7, 2015

“I know them well and love them much.”

My friend Jean is an artist who works masterfully in oils. As friends walked through her one woman show, we commented on the sensitivity in the faces of her subjects.

“Did you take pictures of them before painting?” She paused for just a brief moment then answered me: “No, but I know them well and love them much.”

Striking and meaningful words.

Most of my friends are now the oldest in their line because their parents and even siblings have moved from earth to heaven. “Their faces are fading,” I heard a woman say. That is true of school friends, neighbors in years past, or work associates. But never for my Mom and Dad. Why? Well, for one thing I have photos, but more than that – I have them engraved upon my heart. And as Jean beautifully said, “I knew them well and loved them much.”

We can extend this beyond faces. I think we can certainly apply this to goals, and aspirations. What happens to those childhood “when I grow up” dreams? Where do those five year goals get warehoused? Could Bucket Lists for those of us over 70 become the regeneration of young hopes?

In looking back I see threads of aspiration which weave throughout my entire life. Then, I see ragged strings which ended up as straggly leftovers. Thankfully, some of those truncated cords didn’t make it through. How wise is our God!

What do you see so very clearly in your life because there is knowledge and love? Where is your focus and your attention? The areas we feed are the ones that grow.

Close your eyes and bring up an image of who you are now and who you want to be in 12 months. Then think carefully about how to know, love, and nurture enough. And, of course, always overlay these hopes with the simple words: “As the Lord wills.”

Brenda’s Blog – June 16, 2015

“They moved the cross off the platform to make room for the drums.”

My friend’s church changed from a traditional service. The final transition was the removal of the cross. There is nothing inherently sacred about the physical cross, but the symbolism does give one pause. It is a metaphor for many of the decisions we make.

In our haste to stay current, we jettison the old, sometimes without understanding the consequences. The exchange of worship styles is not a theological issue, as long as the object and focus is scripturally sound. But sometimes in our rush we fail to recognize the message we are sending. When we always seek the brand new, we lose our sense of continuity.

I once heard that totem poles were to be read bottom to top. The more valued positions were the carvings at the bottom representing history. An old Indian tale speaks of a modern woman who is told by an older one to stand on her shoulders. “No, Mother, I will not – you stand on mine,” the young woman replied. “My daughter, look down.” As the young woman looked down she saw one woman standing on the shoulders of another, all the way down beyond where she could see. Each generation stood on the shoulders of the one before… younger women standing on the older women. “I understand, Mother.” Each of us should be a platform for the next.

As I age, the contribution of my elders increases. As I become the older one, I often long for the wisdom of those who have now passed. Maybe we just march to the beat of a different drum sometimes!

Lest anyone think I have completely moved into “old foagie-ville” let me assure you I love worship teams. I love to raise my hands in praise. I love to clap and sing. But surely there is room for the cross since there was room at the cross for us who praise and worship.

Brenda’s Blog – June 2, 2015

“I know I will feel awful in the morning, but it just feels so good when I am doing it.”

The lady in the booth behind me told her friends of her screaming headache as I tried to eat my early breakfast. “You have been here before – why don’t you learn?” Her friends offered this question – exactly the same one I was thinking.

Her inane response didn’t shock me, but it set me on a thought trail as I ate my yummy meal.

“Delayed gratification” taught us to give up a short-term satisfaction for something much better in the future. Our parents preached the lessons of prioritization and values-based decision making. Certainly, we made some mistakes and grabbed for the low-hanging fruit at times, but we also learned the lesson of sacrificing instant pleasure for long term satisfaction.

Living in the moment is emphasized to the detriment of planning and good thinking. Having an attitude which appreciates what is going on right now is positive. Seeing and enjoying what is in front of us is helpful. Too many people wish away days by always wanting something better.

But focusing on the present to the neglect of long term planning is foolish and opens us to sad outcomes. I am convinced total attention to “right now wants” hinders my development.

“When you want to do something wrong and you think you have to do it, just tell your body you won’t do it.” I smiled as I listened to my son counsel his four year old son. Self-control is a critical element of successful living. Maturity teaches us to say no even when we desperately want to say yes. Thinking beyond the moment is a measure of emotional growth.

Extending our mental parameters helps us make better decisions. “What are the natural consequences of this action?” “How will this affect me tomorrow, next month, in five years?” “Who will be impacted by my decision?” When we stop to ask ourselves questions we enable better outcomes.

Short term thinking often has a high price tag. Consequences have a long reach.

Brenda’s Blog – May 19, 2015

“Annie, you’ve been circling the drain for thirty years.”

My friend called to ask for prayer because her health is very tenuous. Even in the midst of her difficulties she maintains her sense of humor. She told me of calling some long time dear ones to report on her current condition. The husband without skipping a beat responded with those words.

She told me how true they were. And then she told me of God’s faithfulness and goodness. In spite of ill health and strained relationships, she saw the hand of a loving God moving in her life.

It made me think about others who face dire circumstances. My paternal grandmother reminded us regularly, “Remember, I am a heart patient.” She managed to circle the drain successfully into her nineties.

How does it affect my thinking if I know my time is limited? How does a doctor’s report of serious health problems change my priorities? What would I do if I knew the sands were flowing out of the hour glass?
Then I realize… my days are numbered; my existence is temporal; my hold on life is tentative. That should make me look at the ebbing water flow and want to be purposeful without being compulsive. Those recognitions should give me energy to face each day with planned gratitude.

In our teen years, life seems endless. Even in our twenties, thirties, and forties we write our life story with pencil, knowing there is an eraser on the end to give us a “do over.” However, somewhere in our fifties, sixties, and surely seventies we exchange that pencil for a pen with permanent ink. No more time to rectify mistakes quite as easily – and directions are more firmly fixed.

The water seems to move toward the drain with a bit more speed. However, as long as life lasts, we have reason to give thanks and to bring meaning to whatever we are given to do. Some of us seem to be issued shorter terms than others. Some, like my friend, appear to have abbreviated lives but continue on way past normal expectations. We do not know, but we do know the one who ultimately pulls the plug is our loving Father who brings us all the way home at just the right time.

Brenda’s Blog – May 5, 2015

“Every child is an artist.” – Pablo Picasso

These words are painted on the wall above my Illinois grandchildren’s play area. It stops me for a moment each time I look at it.

What happens between childhood and adulthood? Where does the unbounded creativity go? When do we become self-conscious about our artistic efforts?

My pastor’s wife started a crafting group and calls it “A Beautiful Mess.” Don’t you love that? This last week they painted, but not without some trepidation. “What if I can’t do it? What if mine looks really bad? What if I don’t have any talent?” Melissa emphasized the gifts of a God whose magnificent artistry is seen throughout our world. She encouraged freedom in expressing the joyfulness of using brushes and paint.

During the last week my friend and co-worker Pat Walters and I traveled throughout the states of Kentucky and Tennessee. Over and over we oohed and aahed at the touch of God’s hand. We are blessed to be sons and daughters of a God who builds into us the ability to respond to the beauty of His creation.

How can we take down the walls which cause us to demand perfection in our efforts? How can we deny self-consciousness the power to inhibit our creativity? How can we reclaim the joy of childhood?

Being grown-up doesn’t mean giving up the freedoms which make childhood so precious. Our spirits should still dance, sing, and paint. Let’s rediscover the “child within” who is truly an artist. Let’s open our hearts with abandon and wonderfully enjoy the life God has so graciously given.

Question for you: “If no one were watching, what would your child love to do?” Second question: “What keeps you from doing it?”

Rejoice in being the child of God!

Brenda’s Blog – April 20, 2015

“Are your Mommy and Daddy in heaven? Are you all by yourself?”

Granddaughter Emma’s sweet questions were spoken with genuine concern. She was most interested to know why I didn’t have parents. As we talked about it, she asked “Did Jesus hold your Mommy’s hand when she went to heaven?”

Yes, I am the eldest in my line. No, I do not have living parents. But I am not alone. I have a Father who promised never to leave me.

Charles Stanley’s birth father died when he was just months old. He recognized as an older adult he had never called anyone “Dad,” or “Father.” Having grown up with a Dad who loved me through all the ups and downs, Stanley’s statement touched my heart. It gives me encouragement to know as a believer in Jesus Christ, Dr. Stanley had the privilege of calling the God of creation Abba which is translated Daddy.

Most of my friends have parents in heaven. The common denominator is a sense of loss combined with great appreciation. We laugh as we find ourselves saying and doing things which remind us of them. We approach decisions hearing their counsel. We honor their memories by telling their stories and building on their legacies. The journey from earth to heaven becomes shorter and we focus on the eternal more than the temporal.

Someday Emma will have a Gram who is taken by Jesus into heaven. I hope she remembers someone who trusted Jesus day by day, and loved her unconditionally. I hope she has stories of time spent building a relationship which will last for her lifetime. Most of all, I want her to know she is the daughter of a King who will never leave her or forsake her. She is His precious princess.

Brenda’s Blog – April 7, 2015

“When the Light is Flashing, Help is on the Way.”

There is not much to do while standing in an empty elevator by yourself except read the instrument panel. The emergency button always draws my attention. This language particularly intrigued me.

Wouldn’t it be nice if God gave us a pulsating red sign of His presence and His aid? In times of great distress (even self-defined emergencies), we suddenly feel silence and aloneness. Philip Yancey wrote the classic, “Where Is God When It Hurts?” This universal question has no cultural or linguistic barriers. David, the Psalmist, agonized about the quiet times. He cried out from caves, courts, and chaos pleading for the Lord to show Himself.

Christians root in the belief that He is the God who is there, as Frances Schaeffer wrote. We do not serve a wooden idol, made by men’s hands. We have a transcendental, external God who is all-powerful, all-knowing, and ever present.

So what do we do in those moments when the path seems dark and the voice doesn’t come instructing or even comforting? We do exactly what passengers on a stranded elevator do… sound the alarm, trust the message, and wait. We know He will never leave us nor forsake us. We may not have a flashing light, but we live in the light of His Word.

Dr. W.A. Criswell eloquently preached his theme of the “scarlet thread” which he followed from Genesis to Revelation. This thread is Jesus. And truly, the message in the Old Testament is “Help is on the way.” The New Testament assures us that “Help came in the flesh.” And joyfully, as we stand in the elevator today we see the scarlet thread and its message: “Help is coming again.”

In the times when heaven seems closed up and confusion controls, let’s stop and remember – the flashing light is Jesus and help is with us, not just merely on the way.

Brenda’s Blog – March 24, 2015

Built To Last

“Don’t attack the gates because they are reinforced – aim for the walls.”

The History Channel produced a series titled, “Ancients Behaving Badly.” They featured eight gruesome, terrible conquering marauders. Attila the Hun decided to go right at the Roman Empire by attacking one of their invincible forts. Their strategy was unique: ignore the gates and go for the walls. Why? Because the gates are the strongest part of the structure as they are reinforced for protection. The walls are vulnerable.

Where are you assuming strength? Where are you ignoring weaknesses?

I once drove past a house with bars on all the windows, as well as the front door. They were secure from outside invasion. What was the problem? A fire destroyed the house from the inside. They were confident in their provisions, but sadly not safe from interior destruction.

We build our gates to withstand anything that could come against us. We determine where entrance into our character, strategic planning, or lifestyle will be and build in extra strength. But too often it is the unprotected, unseen damage which wounds us. We must be vigilant and prepared on all fronts.

On the ready – ever alert – eyes wide open… these are phrases which describe how we should live. We cannot relax, thinking we have covered all our bases. How many times have you seen someone tripped up by a careless decision or a foolish move? They so very often didn’t expect to create chaos – they were blindsided. The vandals came through the wall!

The wise person is ever aware. 360 degree mirrors allow us to see ourselves from all angles. It is good to stop and take a good look, even risking the shock. When the challenges (and challengers) come we can be “locked and loaded” as they say in Texas.