Monday, 5 November 2012

Life Message Part 2: Naming the Chosen


"What is your life message?"

"What is the one thing you want the world to know? If you had the attention of every Christian in the world and only 8 minutes to share your heart with them, what would you say?"

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Bearing under the weight of a man, Jacob struggled to get up.

He's like some sort of superhuman

He wrestled trying to get out from under the man's body.

"Giving up yet?" The man asked.

Finally, with what he thought was the last of his strength, Jacob broke free and tackled the man to the ground.

"Not a chance," Jacob replied.

On and on they fought. Man against man. Flesh against flesh. Both trying for more strength and running themselves weak. The man touched Jacob's hip, and the pain became excruciating, but he would not give up. The first beams of dawn finally arrived, and just when Jacob thought he had nothing left, the man said, "Let me go, for it is day break." 

"Not unless you bless me," Jacob replied. This was clearly a man who had been given great strength by God; Jacob knew he needed that same kind of strength as well.

"What is your name?" The man asked.

"Jacob."

The man looked up to the heavens and back at Jacob. "No," he said. "Not anymore."

That day, Jacob fought with an angel of God and was given a new name because of it: Israel.

"You have struggled with God and with men and have overcome." (Gen 33:28)

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"What is your life message?"

There is freedom and there is victory.

Simply and perfectly, that is what my heart cries for Christians today. Old, young, new to this life or walking with the Lord for years, there is victory for everyone.

There are moments that can last minutes, hours, days, weeks or years. These moments are ones of pure struggle, where we're constantly being attacked on all sides from whatever force won't back down. There's always a point, several points, where we want to give up; we want to stop fighting and just submit to whoever our attacker is. What are we even fighting for?

Little do we know.

Believe me, I get it. It's so much easier to say we gave it our best try and call it a day. Sin can't be that bad, right? We can just let this little bit of sin into our life and still get by. The fact is, that's not what God wants for us. Not in the slightest. More than anything, God wants freedom for our lives. Freedom from this sin, a situation we're going through, a struggle we're enduring. Freedom. Not just freedom, not just the sense that "I got away from it all" but VICTORY. Victory. Knowing that we defeated this stronghold in our life, buried it in the ground and can dance on the grave.

Sin defeated.

My battle with depression was not an easy one. Like I wrote in my last post, I was overwhelmed at the sight of my attic. Let's talk a little more about this area though, what happened?

Well, a lot of things happened. I'm sure I'll write another post one of these days with the story of how I met Jesus, but let me just give you a detail-free gist right now. I was diagnosed with clinical depression by the age of 10. When I was 15 I had moved past it, but I never dealt with what caused it. The result: a cluttered attic. I truly did think I was all right though. I had been out of therapy for about three years at that point and was convinced that I was over everything that had happened. I started to notice some stuff and went back to Therapy for another few years until I was 18, but I wasn't dealing with the real issue, only the fruit of it.

It was a few months ago that I found myself in the attic. It was a conversation with a friend that brought me there. All he did was answer a question for me, and it's as if the stairs appeared before me. Curious, I climbed them, wondering what could possibly be on the other end.

There is was, the clutter that had never been dealt with.

Don't you think I felt defeated just by looking at it all? I wrote how I fought with The Lord about it, how I couldn't possibly go through it all. I told Him it was a lost cause, that there was no point. Yet, He took me by the hand and completely astounded me. Little by little, I started to realize a beautiful truth:

He's so much bigger than this mess I'm in.

And it may have seemed impossible, but Jesus already gave me freedom from all of that before I even looked in the attic, I just had to claim that victory that was already mine.

Now let's look at a nation that is near and dear to my heart: Israel.

Let's start in Genesis. Chapter 15, verses 7 to 21, to be exact:

He also said to him, "I am the Lord, who brought you out of Ur

of the Chaldeans to give you this land to take possession of it."
But Abram said, "O Sovereign Lord, how can I know that I will gain possession of it?"
So the Lord said to him, "Bring me a heifer, a goat and a ram, each three years old, along with a dove and a young pigeon."

Abram brought all these to him, cut them in two and arranged the halves opposite each other; the birds, however, he did not cut in half. Then birds of prey came down on the carcasses, but Abram drove them away.
As the sun was setting, Abram fell into a deep sleep, and a thick and dreadful darkness came over him. Then the Lord said to him, "Know for certain that your descendants will be strangers in a country not their own, and they will be enslaved and mistreated four hundred years. But I will punish the nation they serve as slaves, and afterward they will come out with great possessions. You, however, will go to your fathers in peace and be buried at a good old age. In the fourth generation your descendants will come back here, for the sin of the Amorites has not yet reached its full measure."
When the sun had set and darkness had fallen, a smoking firepot with a blazing torch appeared and passed between the pieces. On that day the Lord made a covenant with Abram and said, "To your descendants I give this land, from the river of Egypt to the great river, the Euphrates-- the land of the Kenites, the Kinizzites, the Kadomites, Hitties, Perizzites, Rephaites, Amorites, Canaanites, Girgashites, and Jebusites."

So what do we have here? It's God promising Abraham that he would possess this land. Sounds simple enough. Now let's skip a few chapters, all the way to Exodus. No specific reference this time, but bear with me for a bit while I explain. The Israelites were living in slavery under the Egyptians, but aren't they supposed to be the descendants of Abraham? Aren't they God's chosen nation for a land of their own? Why are they under the rule of another nation?


Let's make this longer story short. The Israelites got out after crossing the river. I can imagine the feeling of victory and freedom that flooded through their veins. "We're finally out of there!" The celebrations of triumph they must have shouted!

But can you imagine the moment they turned around and realized they still had to go to their land? Sure, they could've hung out in the desert I guess, but there was a Promised Land waiting for them out there.


Let's skip 40 years, shall we?
After wandering through the desert all that time, Israel finally came to Canaan, the Promised Land. I remember when I read this story as a child I thought that the land was just sitting out there empty, waiting for them to walk in and settle down. But when I became older and read the story again, I discovered this wasn't the case at all. Instead, there were giants living in that land.

Honestly, when I read that I thought, "What was your deal God? You said they could have it, so why are there other people living there?"


Plainly and simply, they had to fight for the land. They had to defeat the giants in order to claim possession of the land that was promised to them, the land that was already theirs.


Get it yet?


We are God's chosen people, automatically making us the biggest threat to the devil and all his plans. Someone once told me, "Satan is only attacking you because he knows what a huge threat you are." He will do anything he possibly can to tear us down and take us out. He doesn't want us working to advance the Kingdom of God! Yes, he can't have us because we've already sealed our eternity in the name of Jesus. Our names are in the book of life. We're on our way up to Heaven now. Satan may have lost the war, but man, will he do anything to win the battles.


But he's already been defeated.



[Hanging on the Cross] Jesus received the drink and said,


"It is finished."

With that, He bowed His head and gave up His spirit.

John 19:30

Satan, in all the little that he was, was defeated that day on the cross. Death no longer had a hold on humanity. When we chose Christ, when we accepted His forgiveness for our sins and asked Him to be our Saviour, we overcame death. "To live is Christ and to die is gain." Death is no longer something to be feared, it's the final door to seeing the face of our Saviour and Lord, Jesus Christ Himself.

So, despite the fact that Satan still tries to attack, the fact that we still struggle with sin, the fact that  the whatever that seems too big or too impossible handle, the victory has already been given to you, you just have to fight to claim the victory that is your own.




Thursday, 27 September 2012

Life Message Part 1: Cleaning out the Attic

"What is your life message?"

I stared blankly at the screen and blinked.

I looked around and gave attention to my surroundings, hoping that the question would change if I just ignored it long enough. When I shifted my eyes back to the monitor, again it asked:

"What is your life message?"

How should I know?

"What is the one thing you want the world to know? If you had the attention of every Christian in the world and only 8 minutes to share your heart with them, what would you say?"

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I've never been one to "share my heart". I can tell you my life story, the good and the bad, no problem. Past hurts? Sure. Embarrassing moments? Go for it. 

But my heart? My feelings? My disappointments? My secret wishes and dreams? Those are mine. Mine to keep hidden, even from myself.

I think that's always been what has scared me the most, the idea of what's actually going on in my heart. I lived a life where for many years I had a hurt that I refused to deal with. I kept telling myself I was okay, that I was over it and had let it go; there was nothing there anymore. However, that hurt took on a life of it's own and, like a weed, became deeply rooted within my being. I spent six years letting it grow into something much bigger that I ever intended it to be.

Despite my efforts at denial, I knew that there was something going on. I was just scared of how much it was, and was overwhelmed at the thought of having to deal with it all. I didn't want to face reality and realize how broken I truly was. So what did I do? Ignore and deny. There wasn't any room for healing.

Then one day, out of the blue, I caught a glimpse of my own heart. All of my greatest fears had come true; the weeds were much, much bigger than I ever thought possible. Not only were they overgrown, but they were getting into other areas of my life and planting seeds there too. They were everywhere, how could I have not have noticed before?

Needless to say, there was no turning back.

Picture an attic filled with the little trinkets and white elephants that were collected over 19 years. Now picture that attic with absolutely no rhyme or reason, with everything in complete disorganization. Add a thick layer of dust over everything, throw in some spiders and rats. This is the image I had when I looked at my heart and the mess it was in. I just lay down on the floor of this attic, overwhelmed by how big the challenge was to clear all of this out and make it a working space again.

I decided to accept defeat before getting up off the floor. There was no way I could do it, there was too much for me to go through. It would never get done. This is who I am. I'm stuck like this. I can't...do...anything.

Then Jesus walked in. He just took a look around and said, "What's this?"

"I don't even know!" I cried. "I just walked in and found it. I don't know how it got here or what to do with all of it."

"Why don't you start going through it? There could be some good stuff in here for you to keep."

I sat up and stared at him. "Are you serious?" I asked, incredulous that He had asked. "How do you think I could even begin to do that? It's too big. I can't do it."

He looked at me and sat down. "I never said you had to do it alone. I'm always here to help, you know."

"But it's too-"

"Stop that. How many verses do I need to quote? Nothing is too big for me to handle; you can't overwhelm me, Lisette."

I covered my face with my hands. "It's no use," I told Him. "I'm just a lost cause. There's no possible way to get any of this out and actually keep it out. It's always there, it always comes back, no matter what I do."

He reached out and gathered me in His arms. "Lisette," He said in a gentle voice. "When you said 'yes' to me, you said 'yes' to a lot more than you understand. You said 'yes' to life, to love, to happiness, and to freedom. I called you out of darkness, you're not bound by it anymore. You're free to walk and dance in my wonderful light, without anything holding you back. You ARE free from all of this, you just need to fight for that freedom and take a hold of it."

I looked up at Him. "So...this doesn't have to be apart of me anymore? I can be free from this?"

"Yes. Yes you can."

I let out a breath. "Okay, then." I said. "Where do we start?"

I'm not going to pretend that it was easy, or fun, or something I looked forward to. Everyday, I would come back to that place with Jesus and dare Him with, "What now?" He would respond by taking me by the hand and leading me deeper into my memories. Like a child, I would try to wrestle my hand out of his grasp, but He tightly held on. I cried, I yelled at him, screamed "Don't touch that!", "Get away from that!", or "Don't you even think about going near that corner".  He would simply tread on and continue wherever He wanted to.

Little by little, things started clearing up. The dust was wiped out, spiders and rats were chased away, and we started putting everything where it belonged. Soon, we started opening windows to let some air in. With the sunlight and gentle breeze blowing through, the place looked completely different. I looked around, realizing I had room again in my little attic.

"I told you we could do it," Jesus said as He put His arms around me.

I tucked my head into His shoulder. "Thank you," my reply muffled by his embrace. "I fought you the whole time, yet you still pushed on until I did too and took a hold of my freedom."

New items would come in every so often, and they would be sorted into the places they needed to go; some would stay and others would be thrown away. Despite this new process, I didn't feel so overwhelmed by it all anymore. I no longer looked at my heart with the feeling of defeat; I would look on and see the victory that lay ahead.


My new attic, the working space it was always supposed to be.