Monday, April 26, 2021
Monday, April 12, 2021
How Does An Adult Child Honor Their Parents?
The bible teaches us how children are to respond to their parents: to obey and to honor. As children, we are to obey. I like The Remedy’s translation of Ephesians 6:1, “Children obey the Christlike leadership of your parents”. Ideally, parents would train their children in godly wisdom, and it is right for children to obey instruction that comes from healthy, godly mothers and fathers who are doing their best to parent their children as God leads them. However, this is not every family’s experience. Some children are raised by parents who do not love and serve God. They live in service to themselves and make decisions according to the flesh. In such cases, what if there is no “Christlike leadership” to follow? The letter of the law would say to obey all instruction from parents, even if it’s unhealthy and sinful. The spirit of the law would say there are limits to obedience that would cause physical, emotional, or spiritual injury to a child.
As adult children, we are to honor our parents. This is different from obedience. Honoring our mother and father once we are grown looks more like managing differences with grace. For many families, any disagreement between the two generations’ values, lifestyles, and decisions results in a severance of the relationship. Such families have not learned how to navigate differences and still maintain connection. In my own family, my mother so rejected my decision to quit my job to stay at home with my firstborn child that she did not speak to me for a year. Do you have a similar story of rejection or judgement?
In other families, grown children yearn for their parents’ approval, and arrange their lives in ways that strive to meet parental expectations rather than following the plan God has for them. This yearning and striving often continues even after a parent’s death. Dr. Henry Wright theorizes that chronic fatigue syndrome is a performance disorder, resulting from drivenness to meet the expectation of a parent in order to receive love and acceptance. God can fill the void left from parents who missed the mark (Psalm 27:10). A shift from getting a parent to love us to receiving God’s unconditional love brings healing.
A healthy balance between the two extremes of rejection and overconnection would be to live our own lives while respecting our parents and allowing them to be how they are going to be. While this may not be what we want, giving something permission creates more tolerance for what we cannot change. You cannot make another person be different than they are, but you can control how to respond to them. We can celebrate the truth that in His love, God gives every person the freedom to choose Him and His ways or not. Every mother and father is free to accept Christ or reject Him. Shifting our focus upward may lessen the pain of the natural experience.
What expectations, losses, disappointments, or downright sinful behavior needs to be grieved so that you can heal from mother or father issues? The older generation of Israel had to die off so the younger generation could rise up in faith and take the land God promised them (Numbers 14). As New Covenant believers, we do not have to wait for a anyone’s absence in order to believe and follow God for ourselves. Instead of asking “what would my mother/father want me to do?”, how about asking, “God, what do YOU want me to do?”.
Break soul ties of guilt, shame, control, and disappointment if you are stuck in the wilderness of old cycles with your parents that inhibit your ability to honor them from a place of wisdom and grace versus a place of manipulation or dependency. Have a funeral over what needs to be grieved so that you can love, honor, or remember your parents while having the freedom to live your own life.
-April Chapel, MA, ALC
Friday, April 2, 2021
Monday, February 1, 2021
Spiritual Warfare, step one
SPIRITUAL WARFARE, step one
-April Chapel, MA, ALC
"Submit to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." James 4:7
This is the formula for spiritual warfare. If satan is eating your lunch, then there is a problem with either step 1, submitting to God, or step 2, resisting the devil.
What has not been surrendered to God? Pain? Offense? Relationships? Trust? Fear? The past? Control? Trauma? Guilt? Unrealized expectations?
Whatever emotion or experience you have little tolerance for, most likely is rooted in woundedness. Sin and trauma wound the soul. If we refuse to submit those wounds to God for healing, we allow the enemy of our souls a legal right to traffic in our thinking, our emotions, and our lives. We come OUT of agreement with the slimy snake who uses our pain as a weapon against us by surrendering our wounds to the authority of the Lord Jesus Christ and the healing work of his Holy Spirit.
“Father God, right now I come to you in the midst of my pain and brokenness. I submit __________________ to you and invite you into my thoughts and feelings. This is an opportunity to more fully surrender my emotions to You, therefore, I will respond to this trigger with hope. I open myself up to Your love and grace. By faith, I take captive every memory and every fear that is causing me distress and submit them to the authority of the Holy Spirit. Reveal, Lord, every way of thinking that is in opposition to Your truth. I trust Your Spirit to guide me into truth. I will not allow the enemy of my soul to use my trauma as a weapon against me. Expose any lies related to my trauma that I have come into agreement with. Show me, Jesus, how You protect and defend me. Let me feel Your presence and Your love now, God. Your love conquers all fear. You give perfect peace to those whose minds are set on You, so I now shift my thinking from what has triggered me to how much You love me. You are my Refuge and my Hiding Place. Restore my sense of safety, Lord. I echo the prayer of Jabez, that “Your hand would be on me”, healing and protecting me from evil. I trust you to redeem my traumatic experience for a purpose You call good. I receive Your healing and comfort from this present moment all the way back to my original trauma. In the mighty name of Jesus, AMEN.”
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Mediterranean villa or bomb shelter?
Heck yeah. I think this is what our life in Christ is supposed to look like.
I believe that at the very moment of our salvation, this beauty becomes reality in our lives. Jesus comes into our spirits, and brings along with Him all the blessings and provision of the cross and of heaven. Sins forgiven. Eternity secured. But also, a life in union with Christ to be realized and explored. This life is a gorgeous mansion built for two, divinely crafted by the Master Carpenter who desires to share that glorious habitation with us. But, do we live there? Do we share 777 Glory Lane with Him? What keeps us from our villa?
Not realizing we have it is my first thought. It is on us all to become students of the Word, willing pupils who study and learn and receive knowledge and revelation about what happened at the cross and what it means to us and our life here on earth.
who belong to his dear Son.
Not knowing about this beautiful inheritance can keep us from ever moving in to our villa to begin with. A life lived unto ourselves can prevent us from discovering the riches of His grace and all the provisions that come with it. Self-focus and self-effort can result in living conditions that look more like this....
Yikes. The beautiful villa is at the top of the cliff but hidden at the bottom is a bomb shelter. This is what I think it looks like spiritually when we live outside the union in Christ that we were meant to enjoy. The reason I see a bomb shelter as an alternate home is because of the safety it represents. You see, for many years I fought against things that weren't of God. I had to be strong, I had to fight, I had to endure. My days were spent resisting evil, fighting against darkness, protecting my family. It was a lengthy season that required much strength but the problem came when I stayed in that strength too long. While a warfare mentality was necessary at the time, being strong and impenetrable became normal and familiar. I found comfort in the walls I'd built to protect myself. Keeping people out helped me make it through but I was keeping God out too. It was like living in the bomb shelter long after the threat of danger had passed. A bomb shelter wasn't designed to be a long-term residence. But self-protection became the new norm for me because it provided security that I wasn't trusting my Defender to provide. That would require me being vulnerable enough to trust, and I didn't have the time or space for vulnerability.
"Don't have time for you now. Trying to survive here."
so we can know the wonderful things God has freely given us.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Settler Theology and Pioneer Theology
These two types give rise to two kinds of theology: Settler Theology and Pioneer Theology. According to Wes Seeliger in his book, Western Theology, the first kind, Settler Theology, is an attempt to answer all the questions, define and housebreak some sort of Supreme Being, establish the status quo on golden tablets in cinemascope. Pioneer Theology is an attempt to talk about what it means to receive the strange gift of life. The Wild West is the setting for both theologies.
In Settler Theology, the church is the courthouse. It is the center of town life. The old stone structure dominates the town square. Its windows are small and this makes things dark inside. Within the courthouse walls, records are kept, taxes collected, trials held for bad guys. The courthouse is the settler’s symbol of law, order, stability, and—most importantly—security. The mayor’s office is on the top floor. His eagle eye ferrets out the smallest details of town life.
In Pioneer Theology, the church is the covered wagon. It’s a house on wheels, always on the move. The covered wagon is where the pioneers eat, sleep, fight, love and die. It bears the marks of life and movement—it creaks, is scarred with arrows, bandaged with baling wire. The covered wagon is always where the action is. It moves toward the future and doesn’t bother to glorify its own ruts. The old wagon isn’t comfortable, but the pioneers don’t mind. They are more into adventure than comfort.
In Settler Theology, God is the mayor. He is a sight to behold. Dressed like a dude from back East, he lounges in an over-stuffed chair in his courthouse office. He keeps the blinds drawn. No one sees him or knows him directly, but since there is order in town, who can deny that he is there? The mayor is predictable and always on schedule. The settlers fear the mayor, but look to him to clear the payroll and keep things going. Peace and quiet are the mayor’s main concerns. That’s why he sends the sheriff to check on the pioneers who ride into town.
In Pioneer Theology, God is the trail boss. He is rough and rugged, full of life. He chews tobacco, drinks straight whiskey. The trail boss lives, eats, sleeps, fights with his people. Their well-being is his concern. Without him the wagon wouldn’t move; living as a free man would be impossible. The trail boss often gets down in the mud with the pioneers to help push the wagon, which often gets stuck. He prods the pioneers when they get soft and want to turn back. His fist is an expression of his concern.
In Settler Theology, Jesus is the sheriff. He’s the guy who is sent by the mayor to enforce the rules. He wears a white hat, drinks milk, outdraws the bad guys. The sheriff decides who is thrown into jail. There is a saying in town that goes: those who believe the mayor sent the sheriff, and follow the rules, they won’t stay in Boothill when it comes their time.
In Pioneer Theology, Jesus is the scout. He rides out ahead to find our which way the pioneers should go. He lives all the dangers of the trail. The scout suffers every hardship, is attacked by the Indians. Through his words and actions he reveals the true intentions of the trail boss. By looking at the scout, those on the trail learn what it means to be a pioneer.
In Settler Theology, the Holy Spirit is the saloon girl. Her job is to comfort the settlers. They come to her when they feel lonely, or when life gets dull or dangerous. She tickles them under the chin and makes everything okay again. The saloon girl squeals to the sheriff when someone starts disturbing the peace.
In Pioneer Theology, the Holy Spirit is the buffalo hunter. He rides along with the covered wagon and furnishes fresh meat for the pioneers. Without it they would die. The buffalo hunter is a strange character—sort of a wild man. The pioneers can never tell what he will do next. He scares the hell out of the settlers. He has a big black gun that goes off like a cannon. He rides into town on Sunday to shake up the settlers. You see, every Sunday morning, the settlers have a little ice cream party in the courthouse. With his gun in hand the buffalo hunter sneaks up to one of the courthouse windows. He fires a tremendous blast that rattles the whole courthouse. Men jump out of their skin, women scream, dogs bark. Chuckling to himself, the buffalo hunter rides back to the wagon train shooting up the town as he goes.
In Settler Theology, the Christian is the settler. He fears the open, unknown frontier. His concern is to stay on good terms with the mayor and keep out of the sheriff’s way. “Safety first” is his motto. To him the courthouse is a symbol of security, peace, order, and happiness. He keeps his money in the bank. The banker is his best friend. The settler never misses an ice cream party.
In Pioneer Theology, the Christian is the pioneer. He is a man of daring, hungry for a new life. He rides hard, knows how to use a gun when necessary. The pioneer feels sorry for the settlers and tries to tell them of the joy and fulfillment of life on the trail. He dies with his boots on.
In Settler Theology, the clergyman is the banker. Within his vault are locked the values of the town. He is a highly respected man. He has a gun, but keeps it hidden in his desk. He feels that he and the sheriff have a lot in common. After all, they both protect the bank.
In Pioneer Theology, the clergyman is the cook. He doesn’t furnish the meat. He just dishes up what the buffalo hunter provides. This is how he supports the movement of the wagon. He never confuses his job with that of the trail boss, scout, or the buffalo hunter. He sees himself as just another pioneer who has learned how to cook. The cook’s job is to help the pioneers pioneer.
In Settler Theology, faith is trusting in the safety of the town: obeying the laws, keeping your nose clean, believing the mayor is in the courthouse.
In Pioneer Theology, faith is the spirit of adventure: the readiness to move out, to risk everything on the trail. Faith is obedience to the restless voice of the trail boss.
In Settler Theology, sin is breaking one of the town’s ordinances.
In Pioneer Theology, sin is wanting to turn back.
In Settler Theology, salvation is living close to home and hanging around the courthouse.
In Pioneer Theology, salvation is being more afraid of sterile town life than death on the trail. Salvation is joy at the thought of another day to push on into the unknown. It is trusting the trail boss and following his scout while living on the meat furnished by the buffalo hunter.
–Lion and Lamb: the Relentless Tenderness of Jesus, Brennan Manning, Chapter 3, Fleming H. Revell Company, Old Tappan, NJ, 1986.3
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Rejection without Reason
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy New Year!
My prayer for you (and me, both!) is that 2012 would bring....
* increased strength and wisdom to face whatever challenges the year holds
* more assurance of God's unfailing love
* every disappointment or heartbreak would cause us to turn to Him for the stability and comfort we need
* blessing, forgiveness and grace would flow through us to every person we encounter
* many wonderful blessings and....
* a year full of LOVE.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
finding God in vegetables....
"The corn, April".
“Can we talk about this later?”