Posted on Friday, July 01, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

My pastor asked me to “fix up” the church library.  It was in need of some updating, and hasn’t really even been used much lately.  When my daughter, Solanna, and I first meandered in the modest space, she proclaimed her obvious reason for its abandonment: “Ooh! This place majorly needs new carpet!”  Well, that’s not in the budget, but the elders were happy to let me order a beginning installment of new books.  That’s like giving a five-year-old a twenty dollar bill and free reign in a candy store.  Things were looken’ up!

…until I took a look around.  About 25% of the library space was filled with media—not the kind of media you’re thinking.  There were numerous shelves overtaken by cassette tape collections of audio studies and sermons, as well as an extensive VHS collection.    The carpet was starting to look pretty.

I already knew that my version of updating with printed books is becoming everyone else’s dinosaur.  Future church libraries, if they keep them, will probably have more e-readers than printed books.  That saddens me a bit.  As I looked around, packing up large containers full of Veggie Tales and Ligonier cassette studies, I found I was amongst a cloud of witnesses that went before me.  I dusted off many treasures that have surely passed through hands of members from our church who are now with the Lord.  E-reader’s can’t offer this kind of intimacy.

I’m really hoping I can revive the community that a library offers in my church.  As you suggest and lend books, you share more than just knowledge.  Seth Godin made a good point that the librarian is an important tool in which we need to keep.  My school librarians were always kind of intimidating; and the Dewey Decimal system made me cringe.  I’m happy to say goodbye to the card catalog. 

With the internet and interactive ebooks, today’s reader can conduct quick, independent research.  Tim Challies talks a lot about how these mediated devices of technology have isolated their owners. 

We might have magical books, but we’re losing magical rooms.

Here is the challenge for the church librarian.  Can we act as a human mediator of reading material?  Can I get to know my fellow congregants better to understand their reading needs?  Am I researched enough to know what is available to them?  Can I connect them with other people in the church who may help, or have similar interests?  Can I get the younger crowd to look passed the ugly carpet and see the magical room?

Many churches today have some sort of coffee-room to encourage community.  I’m a lover of all rooms with coffee.  But I think we are missing the point.  Coffee rooms in churches are usually missing the barista.  And my church library has been missing a librarian.  Hopefully I can focus on using my resources to point our small covenant community to the Ultimate Mediator, Jesus Christ.  Technology changes the usefulness of VHS and cassette tapes.  But even if we do ever have the resources for ipads and Kindles, I’m also holding onto many of the treasures I found that will never lose value.  And look out Pilgrim Presbyterian people; I’m going to be looking for your hands to put them in.

My Inspiration:

Miss Loon is our librarian, She hides behind the shelves, And often cries out. “Louder!” When we’re reading to ourselves.

(Hooray for Diffendoofer Day!, Dr. Suess, Jack Prelutsky & Lane Smith)

Posted on Thursday, June 30, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

You’re familiar with the question: What’s the first thing you grab to save if your house is on fire (assuming your precious children are safe)?  Of course, every decent mother and woman in general will go for her pictures.  The digital age has made this a much easier task.  We can easily stick our hard drive and camera in our pockets.

Great!  My hands are still free!  But my trouble is just beginning…

I have not crossed over to the digital age of books.  Nor do I really want to.  My next article discusses that in further detail.  But as I was putting my thoughts together for that article, the horrifying fire question haunted me again.  My daily workouts will not prove as adequate training for running from a burning house while carrying Calvin’s Commentaries.  And that is only one important shelf from my library.  I must rescue Spurgeon’s two volume autobiography!  He was my companion throughout my pregnancy with my son.  Of course I have his sermons, including the Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit collection handed down from my granddaddy.  And I can’t leave behind my first systematic theology books!  Grudem, Hodge, and Berkof taught me so much in my formative theological transitioning years.  And Edwards!  I slaved over reading that tiny print while trying to find a comfortable position holding a volume as big as that family-super-size-Bible (you know, the one our parents displayed on the coffee table).  Sproul helped feed me the baby food of reformed theology, while Horton refined me with the covenantal meal.  And then there’s Schaeffer’s works that were there for me when I needed to articulate my college experiences and cultural questions.  I must rescue all my friends!!  All the marks I made on those pages…the coffee stains in the paper, and the crumbs in the bindings, each with their own smell and feel—how can I digitize that?

So, if anybody wants to invent one of those force-fields that I see in all my son’s superhero cartoons, I would be much obliged.  Or, maybe I could get a pair of those jet-propelled shoes he always talks about.  Although, I suppose it wouldn’t be wise to use jet-propelled shoes in a fire.  I bet Thing One and Thing Two would be real helpful for saving a bunch of books in a pinch.  They could juggle them all while running on a playground ball.   Needless to say, you Kindle and iPad owners probably have far less fire anxiety than me!

Posted on Wednesday, June 29, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

The Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis (Lord and King Assoc., Inc., 1976)

This passage came to my mind after I wrote my last article, so I dug it up as I found it to be fitting.  If you are not familiar with this book, Screwtape is a type of devil, or demon, who is mentoring a younger demon, Wormwood.  So when he mentions the Enemy, he is speaking of God.

The humans live in time but our Enemy destines them to eternity.  He therefore, I believe, wants them to attend chiefly to two things, to eternity itself, and to that point of time which they call the Present.  For the Present is the point at which time touches eternity.  Of the present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience analogous to the experience which our Enemy has of reality as a whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered them.  He would therefore have them continually concerned either with eternity (which means being concerned with Him) or with the Present—either meditating on their eternal union with, or separation from, Himself, or else obeying the present voice of conscience, bearing the present cross, receiving the present grace, giving thanks for the present pleasure. (77)

Time is such a controlling part of our lives that it is hard to fathom eternity.  Think for a moment about the present being the point which touches eternity.  Do you get where Lewis was going with that idea?  That’s how I felt about my weekend away (see last post).  Sometimes it requires a step back from our schedule to take in the actual life that you are living.  This is also why church is such a refuge of the future breaking into the present for us.  Every Sunday morning we are a part of a covenant renewal ceremony, partaking in a communal worship of our God and Savior.  The gospel message preached stays the same, as it proclaims the truth about our Creator, our sinful condition, and his redeeming love.  Eternity is presented in our present time for either its horror, if you are not a believer, or its rapturous beauty for those united to Christ.  This day of rest is a present pleasure our good Lord has provided to point toward the eternal rest we will have in Christ our beloved.

Posted on Monday, June 27, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

June 27th marks my husband Matt and I’s 14th wedding anniversary.  For the 3rd year in a row, we celebrated with a weekend B&B stay in Solomon’s Island, Maryland.  For those of you unfamiliar with Solomon’s, it is a simple little town with an area of less than 2 miles of land where the Patuxent River and the Chesapeake Bay meet.  That’s what we love about it.  It’s a place for us to get away from our busyness, and just wander around.  Basically, the best part is waking up and saying, “What do you want to do today?”  We already know the answer to that question.

We wake up to the most delicious breakfast prepared by our fabulous, hippie-like host Amanda (who was trained at La Cordon Bleu in Paris, as well as the Culinary Institute in NY).  Then we wander the streets and several shops for a while before our bike ride.  Once we hop on our bikes, our goal is to find the other side of the river while checking out all the local houses.  This time we found an unfinished road that made the ride interesting.  We grab some lunch and then walk over to the notorious Tiki Bar to mingle with bikers, mariners, middle-agers, and barely 21-year-olds.  It’s an eclectic bunch.  After hanging out at the pool for a while, we walk on over to our favorite place for dinner.  It’s not the restaurant on the pier that attracts most tourists.  This place doesn’t have the greatest atmosphere, but has the best food by far.  Every time we leave, I am convinced I had the best dinner of my life.  On our walk back to The Blue Heron, Matt stops for a snow cone while I’m clutching my Styrofoam to-go box with a fabulous secret inside—chocolate canoli cake.  I indulge myself in chocolate bliss while we sit on the balcony watching all the boats at night.

I’m convinced the Lord makes that day longer for us.  It feels so good to get away from the ordinary and celebrate my marriage with my husband.  Removed from our scheduled demands, we just take pleasure in being together.  Turns out I still really like hanging out with him.  And now that I’m back home with the memory, the analogies come flooding…

I’m thinking of that day when our Great Husband gathers his bride for our new home.  The mystery of the new heavens and the new earth occupies our imagination as we serve and enjoy this earth now knowing two things: 1) God created it and called it good, and, 2) It has been horribly corrupted by sin.  As we groan with creation for our glorification in resurrected bodies on a new, heavenly earth, time is both a friend and an enemy.  It is our friend in its sign towards God’s patience with us.  And hey, we all have moments that we DO want to come to an end.  But we are always fighting time.  Our bodies’ age, we miss deadlines, and that alarm clock (or 3rd born child) is so unforgiving. 

But that weekend with my husband made me think of the joy we will have in heaven with our Great Husband.  Imagine joy in eternity--joy without time to end it.  Sure, our purpose now is to glorify God and enjoy him forever; but we will perfectly be able to do this in the age to come.  This joy will be untainted by sin, shared by bikers and mariners and housewives.  Jesus frequently mentioned a great heavenly feast being prepared for his bride.  Will there be chocolate canoli cake?  I can’t say, but it will be the best dinner I ever ate.  And so will the one after that…

But just like my trip with Matt, the blessing won’t be the meal, or even our new heavenly home.  Jesus Christ is the blessing, and he will have finally come, in perfect time, for his bride.  Imagine serving in the moment, being able to worship our Creator and Redeemer without an end—WITHOUT AN END! 

Solomon’s is nothing like heaven.  Or maybe it is a little.  It certainly bears a lover’s name.  Anyway, as Matt and I were leaning against the rail of the boardwalk, watching a wave from a speedboat crash into the rocks, I told him, “If I ever die, I want you to remarry—but don’t ever take her here!”  Solomon’s is our place. 

Jesus is now preparing a place for his bride.  And I can’t wait to go there.

Posted on Saturday, June 25, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

Servanthood as Worship, Nate Palmer (Cruciform Press, 2010)

My favorite part of this short read was the appendix, A Brief History of Service in the Church.  I kind of wish it was the first chapter.  Anyway, I really liked what Palmer had to say about self-control:

Self-control is often seen in our culture as simply the suppression of less-noble desires, something that helps us with weight loss, a bad temper, or an addiction.  In this view, self-control is essentially a negative thing: “I will not do this or that.”

In the biblical view, however, self-control has two components, one positive and one negative, with the positive component actually being far more important.  Biblical self-control is far more about saying Yes to God, his commands, and his ways.  It is not fundamentally an exercise for personal power for the sake of a personal agenda.  It is fundamentally a surrender to God’s power for the sake of his agenda—a positive act of reliance on God’s strength, so we can live and serve as our Master calls us to.

For the Christian, therefore, self-control involves obeying God (a positive act) so that we might get better at disobeying our sinful nature (a negative act).  If we exercise and eat right simply so we can look better, we merely change one self-desire (food and comfort) for a different self-desire (vanity).  True self-control is not about exchanging one personal desire for another, but exchanging our desires for God’s (75-76).

For servanthood to be worshipful, it has to be in subjection to God.  Palmer points out how selfish desires strangle true service to others.  How often do we encourage the wrong kind of self-control?  I know this was a great reminder for me not to leave one idol for another.  Come to think of it, the first version isn’t really possible.  This is why we fail so often in our attempts for personal reform.  If we merely replace one selfish desire for another, our sin only magnifies and we are working against God’s gracious work on the cross.  The gospel truly transforms service.

Posted on Thursday, June 23, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

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Reading Tim Keller’s Prodigal God provoked me to think more deeply about my own rebellion.  It’s also got me thinking more about the way I parent.  We don’t want our children to fall into a sinful lifestyle, and we surely are responsible to keep them safe.  Yet, in this mission of parenthood, we are so quick to label one type of behavior rebellious, and another as pleasing.

Certain behavior is just labeled bad so we give our children a list of things to avoid as they’re beginning to make decisions on their own.  Did anyone grow up with the aphorism: Don’t drink, dance, do drugs, or run with boys who do?  Some who were raised under this tutelage jokingly refer to it as the eleventh commandment.  However, we all tend to add our own rules to the Bible’s precepts because of the principles in which they point.  God’s word teaches temperance and purity.  Since the body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, we are not to defile it.  But I fear that my children will just look to these markers as signs of rebellion without sharpening their discernment skills.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want my girls “running with” boys who carry on drinking, smoking, and the like.  But this is only one means of expressing teenage rebellion. 

There is another danger.  This danger appears praiseworthy in reputation.  Its poison is subtle but the more it’s tasted, the more they may crave.  Like a moth to the flame we get sucked into the light of self-righteousness.  I am speaking of the horror of the good kid.  The good kid is like the older brother in the parable of the Prodigal Son.  He was a rule follower.  But the older brother’s heart was exposed when his father lovingly embraced the younger, repentant, sinful brother and prepared a feast to celebrate.   As it turns out, the older brother was also rebellious.  His good works were the means in which he rebelled against his father’s grace.  Keller explains that there are two ways to run from God: by being bad, and by being good.  The gospel can be even more offensive to the self-righteous.   Like the older son, we can try to accumulate a resume for ourselves and be deceived into thinking God owes us in some way.  In his book, Keller explains that the Father is the true prodigal—the one who has extravagantly spent everything.

In my parenting, I definitely need to have rules and boundaries for my children.  But they are not the ends in themselves.  It’s so easy to heap praise on my kids when they are making good decisions.  Nonetheless, I don’t want good behavior to be my ultimate goal in parenting.  I want my kids to know the One who is truly good, Jesus Christ.  Do I have a formula for this kind of parenting? Nope.  In fact, I fall on my face continually, which leads me to two tips:

  1. Hear the gospel message.
  2. Teach the gospel message.

We all need it.  Everyday.  Unfortunately, my heart is also rebellious.  Even as a recipient of God’s grace, I need to be reminded of His glorious work over and over again.  The more I grow in his grace, the more I realize that I am totally dependent on my Savior for everything.  I don’t want my kids to be fooled into thinking that I’ve arrived somewhere close to the pinnacle of my good life.  I want them to know that Christ is the source of all good. 

Don’t forget, even the good kid needs the gospel—maybe even more so.  May we always be thinking of creative ways to teach it to our children in all their stages of life.   

Reflection: Luke 15: 11-32

Posted on Tuesday, June 21, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

Bringing the Gospel Home, Randy Newman (Crossway, 2011)

This is an interesting topic for a book—Witnessing to Family Members, Close Friends, and Others Who Know You Well.  Who couldn’t use help with that?  I’ve found it to be a helpful read, and wanted to share a longer portion than usual because I think it touches on a problem we all encounter when trying to share God’s truth:

False humility seems to be growing in its frequency in our tolerance-obsessed world.  Most people assume that anyone who would insist there’s only one way to heaven must be arrogant.  Conversely, anyone who sees all religions as equally valid must be, by definition, humble.  But listen to these self-proclaimed humble people for a while, and you’ll detect the intolerance of tolerance and the pride of open-mindedness.

I once read a collection of speeches and writings by Mohandas Gandhi, which all centered on his thoughts about Christianity.  It was amazing how many times he told his hearers he was a humble man.  After a while, it grew almost comical.  I found myself wondering, “if you’ve got to keep telling us you’re humble, it might not be true.”

Many Christians exalt Gandhi to near saint-like status.  But they need to reconsider their admiration.  He misquotes Jesus and reinterprets standard Christian doctrine and then dismissed it all as something impossible to believe in…

Gandhi has many disciples in our world today, and I’m not just talking about the ones who acknowledge him as their model.  His spirit of false humility permeates and dominates our culture.  The presumptuousness of those who think they understand our faith better than we do, attempt to convert us to a brand of religion that never seeks to convert anyone, and insist their post-Enlightenment, Western, secular faith is not narrow, needs to be unmasked.  Not far below its surface lies a very narrow, intolerant, zealous form of religion.  It is anything but humble (p.138-139).

This is so discerning.  Somehow humility is being identified with inclusiveness.  While it is both important and loving to share the gospel with everyone (inclusive), we must be sure we are sharing the gospel of Jesus Christ (exclusive).  Humility is a looking away from ourselves for righteousness, and trusting in our Lord’s perfect righteousness.  It is knowing your place and serving joyfully in it.  I’d imagine that when you are doing this, you are not at the same time patting yourself on the back for being humble.  That would be reverting back to self-fulfillment.  This false humility that Newman describes is also indirectly accusing those (Christians) who claim a particular truth different from its message of not being humble.  Interesting.  True humility is found in the One who submitted perfectly to his Father’s will.  As we aspire to be more like Christ, we can trust in his work on our behalf.  The gospel humbles us all.  My confidence in sharing my faith will be in his word that does not go out void, guided by the power of his Spirit.

Posted on Sunday, June 19, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

I recently read a good article about motherhood on the Desiring God Blog.  Yet one sentence stuck out that bothered me: Motherhood is a wonderful opportunity to live the gospel.  I believe motherhood is a wonderful opportunity to live in light of the gospel.  Those three words make a big difference.  Let me explain.  First I’ll give you an example of something crappy I did, and then I’ll share with you how great I am.  Neither are being the gospel; both prove just how much I need to keep hearing it.

My kids are now out of school for the summer.  This means that I have the privilege of taking them grocery shopping with me.  My eye twitches just thinking about it. So there I was walking down the baked goods aisle to the concomitant serenade of mom, we need this; mom, we’re out of this; mom, how come you NEVER let us have this!  Meanwhile, I’m trying to compare prices and read nutrition labels.  As I approach the flour, I’m wondering how much I will need to make chocolate chip pancakes for my husband’s 4th grade class.  Do I have enough at home already?  I pick up the phone to ask my oldest daughter to check.  Intermingled with the ringing is: mom, mom, mom!  In my hurried, firm, but not too raised voice I say, Zaidee, can you just BE QUIET?!  That’s when our new church member turns the corner and kind of gives me the look.  You know, the how can you be so short with your dear children look?  I’m more embarrassed because she is newly pregnant with her first child.  I was not the best godly example for her there.  After we exchange “hellos” and turn the corner to the next aisle Zaidee chides in, I just wanted to tell you that I saw someone from our church, with a big smile on her face. 

Now for my greatness:  I was determined not to let this summer be consumed by television, video games and bored children.  And with our hurried evenings of ball, family devotion time has really suffered.  This was my chance to get us all back into a healthy family pattern.  So I made a wonderful morning schedule that includes devotions over breakfast.  I’m using a terrific book by Starr Meade on the Shorter Catechism, Training Hearts; Teaching Minds.  Next, we move onto a half hour of room-grooming and chores, followed by twenty minutes of some sort of fitness.  We’ve done everything from bike rides, races, exercise TV, and weight training, to my ancient slider workout.  Solanna thrives on a schedule.  She just loves the reward of a checked-off list.  Zaidee is my free-spirit.  Like me, she doesn’t like to be so boxed in by timed events.  Nevertheless, she is definitely benefiting by this experience.  Haydn just goes with the flow.  He does enjoy the security that routine provides.  This morning-thing has really stirred up some great conversations and time together.  And then we have the rest of our day for whatever else (besides the 20 minutes I make them independently read daily).  Aren’t I great?  Not really.  Especially when I’m great, I need to hear the gospel.

Here’s the thing.  The gospel is a proclamation.  It is good news.  News has to be told, by words.  As a Christian, I have the gospel truth, but I cannot be it.  I am a Christian; I am not the gospel.  The gospel comes from outside of me and points to the work of Christ on my behalf.  The fact is that I am a sinner who has been justified by the righteousness of my savior, Jesus Christ.  No one can look to me and be saved.  As Michael Horton says, “Your life is not the gospel, and that is good news for the two people sitting next to you.”  Yes, I want onlookers to see my life and notice the effects of the gospel in it.  However, I do not want anyone to think that my life is the gospel.  I myself need to be constantly encouraged by this good news as I am being sanctified.  My default is to trust in my own righteousness, to earn something for myself.  I am only free to minister to my children and my neighbors when I know that I’m not doing it to earn anything.  I can truly love them with God’s love because Jesus Christ has already earned it on my behalf, and his Spirit has applied it.

Motherhood humbles me.  And sometimes it builds me up.  I believe that the intent of the aforementioned article was to encourage mothers that our callings are a worthy place to teach and live according to the gospel.  When I go to church on Sunday morning and am stripped by the law and clothed in Christ’s righteousness, I receive the nourishment and faith to live the rest of my week out in light of that good news.   I wholeheartedly agree with the author that mothers serving their own children in the home have a valuable vocation.  But words are still important these days, and I wanted to make a clarification.

Posted on Friday, June 17, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

Sexual Detox, Tim Challies (Cruciform Press, 2010)

Cruciform Press is a new, small publisher that does things a little differently.  In light of the technological changes that are affecting the publishing industry, they have a mission to embody our new realities.  They publish one book a month, short (about 100 pages), clear, and gospel-centered.  You can subscribe to take advantage of cheaper rates both for print and e-format.  As for me, I still love holding a real book with its smells, textile pages, and fashionable covers.  But I digress.  Sexual Detox is authored by one of the owners of Cruciform, and was the first book they put out.  It started as a series of articles on Challies’ blog.  He then combined them into a free e-book, which tens of thousands of people downloaded.  Hmmm, might be a topic people need help with.  The subtitle is A Guide for Guys Who Are Sick of Porn.  Love it.  Also, as a woman, I wanted to catch some perspective of how men are dealing with the constant barrages our culture pumps out.

This was a great little read.  Again, a one-dayer.  Challies is honest about the struggle of conscience going on in a man’s mind:

Every Christian guy who looks at porn wants to stop, but many of us want to stop just a little bit less than we want to keep going.  The problem isn’t knowledge—it’s desire and ability.  And so sin prevails (17).

Challies takes us to the Bible for both the knowledge of love and sex, and the desire to make it good—which is how God intended it.  I wonder if many guys have considered before that pornography, and all other sexual acts (yes, he definitely discusses the taboo independent one) outside of biblical marriage actually make them worse lovers.  There’s a mood killer for ya.  Anyway, he talks a great deal about putting off the flesh and putting on the Spirit.  One of the passages that he shares in regards to appealing to a better desire was Gen. 26:8.  King Abimelech discovered that Isaac and Rebekah were more than brother and sister by the way they were carrying on with one another.  Looking out the window, the verse says he saw Isaac laughing with Rebekah.  Challies explains that the Hebrew is difficult here, and sporting would also be a good translation.  Both paint an intimate picture of playfulness that busted Isaac.  Challies looked to this verse as a way he wanted to be with his wife (not the cowardly lying about their relationship part).  Aww.  And you can’t have that intimate playfulness in marriage if you are enslaved to sexual sin.  You need detox.  Read the book!

Posted on Wednesday, June 15, 2011 by Aimee Byrd on Housewife Theologian

I have been blogging now for a few short months.  Before this, I spent many lonely hours writing a book.  Both make me feel a little silly.  I’ll tell you why.  Here I am on this lovely June morning, typing away for an imaginary audience.  A major part of me would rather be sipping some coffee on my front porch with a friend.   Or picking weeds and fighten’ rabbits in my garden.  Or taking a bike ride with my kids around the neighborhood.  But I am compelled by this burden to write.  Is it healthy?  Is it helpful?

Diary keeping and journaling have always been around.  Who was the audience then?  When you kept a diary as a kid, did you ever imagine anyone reading it?  I know I certainly didn’t want my brother, sister, or my parents perusing its pages!  But still, I imagined maybe my 30-year-old self coming back to it one day.  It’s probably stashed somewhere in my parents attic now.  Who knows.  Sometimes it’s just therapeutic to write things down.  I think we all have within us a need to be known, even if the audience is imaginary. 

Now I write more purposefully.  I’ve gone public with my thoughts.  My topics are now focused on being a housewife theologian—the gospel interrupting the ordinary.  I hope that my posts are helpful, and can be improved upon by the feedback that blogging facilitates.  So often I feel frustrated in my attempts at more meaningful conversation.  That is what compelled me to write my book, a discipleship tool for women to use in their local church.  My desire is to one day get it published and use this website to unite all the women involved.  But for now, writing can be lonely when you are only sharing with imaginary people.

And that is where the gospel interrupts my ordinary—and maybe yours too.  You might not have a hunger to write, but you have a hunger to be known nonetheless.  And all believers share in the privilege of speaking and living in light of the good news that we behold.  In both our joys and our frustrations, we have someone real who is always listening.  Our Lord has blessed us with direct communion with him through prayer.  In this context every word is heard by the one who created us.  Our thoughts are even known.  His Spirit within us not only unites us to Christ, but groans for us on our behalf.  According to our Father’s will, the Spirit intercedes in our weaknesses.  He supplies the words that we cannot express.  How glorious is this?  God works through prayer.

I am so comforted by Christ’s prayer for all believers before he gave himself up to suffer and die on our behalf.  In the last part he prays: Father, I desire that they also, whom you have given me, may be with me where I am, to see my glory that you have given me because you loved me before the foundation of the world. O righteous Father, even though the world does not know you, I know you, and these know that you have sent me.  I made known to them your name, and I will continue to make it known, that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them (John 17:24-26).  Jesus Christ prayed for our unity with him.

And yet we still long for more.  We long for that day when we will meet him face to face.  We want to partake in his beauty that we now only have a taste.  Here we are in the already of the inauguration of his kingdom, and the not yet of its full consummation.  We are given Christ through his word in preaching and the sacraments.  And we are given fellowship with one another as we share our joy and longing.  Before he ascended to heaven, Christ gave his disciples a great commission and promise.  As his church will grow through the means he has provided, we are comforted by Jesus’ concluding statement: And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age (Matt. 28:20b).   We may long for that day when our faith transforms to sight, but we have certainly not been left alone. 

Meditation: John 16: 7-15