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The Incarnation

I wrote and posted this poem last year as I prepared my heart for Christmas.  I enjoyed re-reading it, and I hope you will, too.

Jesus left his work as Creator to live amongst the created.
Jesus left the Most High to make himself nothing.
Jesus left equality with the Father and the Spirit to become dependent upon Mary and Joseph.
Jesus left the community of heavenly beings for the community of fishermen and tax collectors.
Jesus left the worship of angels to lead disciples who doubted and denounced.
Jesus left his authority to utter God’s laws to become obedient to man’s law and man’s death.
Jesus left all praise, honor, and glory to take upon himself the sins of the world.
Jesus left his place in heaven beside God the Father to take his place on a cross beside criminals.

Immanuel

One of the great promises of the Bible is that Jesus is Immanuel, God with us.  This time of year we celebrate that Jesus came to earth to be with us.  God has always been with us.  God will always be with us.  He is Immanuel.  What more comforting idea is there than the idea that God is with us?



The Lord was with Adam and Eve
     when all was perfect
     when innocence was lost.

The Lord was with Jacob
     when he dreamt a stairway to heaven,
     when he feared for his life.
     when he struggled for a blessing,
     when he received the blessing of God and brother.

The Lord was with Joseph
     when he was the favored one,
     when he was betrayed.
     when he was misunderstood,
     when he extended favor.

The Lord was with Moses
     when he was alone, a helpless baby,
     when he was in Pharoah’s home.
     when he broke a 10 Commandment,
     when he received the 10 Commandments.
     when he sought freedom for his people,
     when he was insufficient for the task.
     when he wandered thr…

Making the Bible Relevant...to a 4-year-old

For months now, my four-year-old has fought me on going to church.  Specifically, his issue is with going "upstairs," where the children's ministry is.  He's fine coming to church and seeing Aunt Mandy and her boyfriend, "Big Tristan," and his teenage friends like David and Courey, and his college friends like Rachel.  But he doesn't want to go "upstairs."  I've tried talking with him, and I haven't exactly figured out the issues.  I have confidence in what our children's ministry offers; I don't fault them.  He says the kids aren't his friends; I'm not sure what that means.  He doesn't like that they read out of adult Bibles; he wishes they read from a Bible like his.  He wishes it were like MegaCamp all the time (our summer camp for one week).  He's been asking to go to "the Big Room" with me, and I've resisted. 

As the Pastor to Students, I know the twinge of watching students go to the Big Room …

Where's the pretty Angie?

I've mentioned that last month my husband and I went away for a pastors’ assessment.  We were gone for two-and-a-half days.  A few times in the last couple of years, we've gone away for a night.  But we haven’t had two nights away, together, since having our second kid.  I didn't know how significant that would be.  It messed up the kids’ schedules, making them clingier when we came home.
And it affected me significantly.  I relaxed—really relaxed—even though we were going through a pretty intense assessment process.  My neck and shoulders didn't hurt, and they always hurt.  I was rested.  I felt smart again, as the constant fogginess in my brain cleared—sometimes a result of kids’ waking at night, sometimes a result of mentally managing a household’s schedules and needs.  I was game for real conversation about things that matter—not just the (really funny and cute) things my kids say every day.  I paid attention to my husband instead of just doing life alongside him.

15 Years

A clinical psychologist recently told Sammy and me that she thinks we intuitively picked the best partners for ourselves, the ones that would compliment us and bring out the best in us.  That sounds great.  But that’s putting a lot of stock in the intuitive capacities of two 16-year-old's.  Now, I love teenagers, and I think our society grossly underestimates them.  But, I still think it’s a stretch to think that a 16-year-old Sammy and a 16-year-old Angie intuitively picked the best partners for themselves.  Besides, through all that personality assessment I recently experienced, I learned that half the time I handle information intuitively and half the time I handle it with practical sense.  So, a 16-year-old with half a capacity for intuition may not be held responsible for choosing the perfect life partner.
Whatever brought us together, here we are.   Yesterday marked 15 years—15 years since we sat in a white Subaru Legacy in a Pizza Hut parking lot and Sammy asked me to be his…