Wednesday, 15 September 2021

Call Me Mara

 

 Naomi said, “Return home, my daughters. Why would you come with me? Am I going to have
 any more sons, who could become your husbands?
 

Return home, my daughters; I am too old to have another husband. Even if I thought there was still hope for me—even if I had a husband tonight and then gave birth to sons— would you wait until they grew up? Would you remain unmarried for them? No, my daughters. It is more bitter for me than for you, because the Lord’s hand has turned against me!”

19“So the two women went on until they came to Bethlehem. When they arrived in Bethlehem, the whole town was stirred because of them, and the women exclaimed, “Can this be Naomi?”
 “Don’t call me Naomi” she told them. “Call me Mara, because the Almighty has made my life very bitter.  I went away full, but the Lord has brought me back empty. Why call me Naomi? The Lord has afflicted me; the Almighty has brought misfortune upon me.”

[Ruth 1: 11-13 & 19-21]

 

Naomi was overwhelmed by all that had been going on in her life, several hard years had taken it's toll. 

 Leaving her country, a famine in the land, the death of her husband and sons, returning to her country and having to face her community – to explain (at least in part) all the hurt she was experiencing, and feeling abandoned by all but her foreign daughter-in-law.  

We’ve all been in places where life has taken a toll on us. Causing us to define and see ourselves through the lens of our circumstances. I know I have. 

That’s where Naomi was. “Don’t call me Naomi, call me Mara [Bitter]”.

“Don’t call me _______, call me addicted, depressed, angry, sick, abused, alone, broken…”

May we learn from Naomi that our circumstances, though they may be overwhelming for a season and time, are not our identity. That we do not have to let them become our identity.

One thing that struck me lately is that Jesus as a young Jewish boy would have read and learned scripture to learn about History, His ancestors and…Himself. His own identity.

As we age and mature, there are parts of ourselves we are able to understand more fully and Jesus – in His humanity - did that too.  

Jesus learned, asked questions in the temple, “grew in wisdom” (Luke 2:52) and knew as He searched Scripture that He would be pierced, crushed, persecuted, killed.  
Those were the circumstances that faced Him, what He went through.

 And yet when we describe who Jesus is, we say “He is holy, merciful, righteous, just, powerful, glorified, good!” That is His identity.

That doesn’t mean the circumstances of our lives; what has happened to us, whether good or bad, is unimportant, brushed over or forgotten. May we not fall into the outlook of Naomi. 

Our identity can be found in the same place that Jesus knew His was, in the Father and in the scriptures - as hard as it is to believe some days.

Don’t call me… addicted, depressed, angry, sick, abused, alone, broken

“Call me… redeemed, justified, joyful, forgiven, chosen, loved, holy”



Friday, 30 April 2021

These Are the Good Old Days

 

"These are the good old days" 

read a sign hanging on the wall of a long time acquaintance's house. 

Over the next few days I just kept thinking about that sign. It wasn't my particular style of décor so I honestly was not sure why it grabbed at my heart so much... but as I got thinking about it, I realized that it resonated so deeply because in a way, it's the same message I've been trying to be very intentional about living out over the last several months in my life:  having gratitude, being content about where I am in life and trusting God for what's might be next.  

It can be really hard when you're feeling anxious, unsure about what God has next for you, when you see God answering prayers in your friend's lives and your prayers for your friend's lives but it doesn't seem like you can see Him working in your own. 
 It's hard to admit to struggling with those thoughts and it's hard to get yourself out of that mentality sometimes... So I was reading Psalm 86 and it made me breathe a sigh of relief.


Psalm 86 is a prayer of David, it can't be placed at a specific time in his life (which I find all the more reassuring), but as I was reading it I found three things that spoke to me. 


Throughout the psalm David asks God to: guard his life, save him, hear him, have mercy, bring joy, teach him, and give him an undivided heart (V. 2, 3, 4, 6, 11, 16) 

It takes a lot of trust to ask God for those things. Trusting that He is willing and able do them, that He is pleased and loves to do all those things and more for those who love Him! This is a song about trusting God because He loves us. 


Secondly, David spends the next part of the psalm acknowledging who God is: forgiving, good, abounding in love, compassionate, gracious, slow to anger, faithful, the One true God (V. 5, 10, 15)


Lastly, David records all these pleas, acknowledges and worships God for who He is, for what He's done and still at the very end of the psalm (v17) asks: 

"Give me a sign of your goodness..."


"Give me a sign!"
It's a relief to know that I'm not the only one who knows and trusts God but still sometimes struggles and needs to ask to see a sign of His goodness. 

"Give me a sign of your goodness...for you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me"
 He has done it in the past, He will do it in the future. 


These are the good old days, life is good and God is good, I love who and what I have in my life *right now*, He is working and I will keep asking for signs of His goodness while I wait for what He's got next, knowing that these days are good too!