Month: May 2018

The story of Lazarus fascinates me. So many emotions flowing through 44 verses of scripture! I love how Jesus was something different to each of the characters. He wasn’t a ‘cookie-cutter’ Friend and Saviour.

But its this Martha chick that really gets my thumbs up ? [I think I see myself in her …logical speaker ? ]
Jesus has let her down yet she still stands strong because she believes in the resurrection. I wonder how many times in the last three days they had watched the road for any sign of Jesus. I wonder at what point they had given up on Him arriving in time. I wonder how they felt as they had to lay their brother in the tomb…. knowing that if Jesus was here he would not have died. Yet no anger comes from her as she meets Jesus. She states the fact that he wouldn’t have died…

And she went to call Mary – who was in the house grieving. And she was the one who warned Jesus that Lazarus was stinking already. You’ve got to love a person who states it as it is.

(And in another story if Martha had not so bluntly moaned to Jesus about her sister Mary…she was have missed out on a beautiful life lesson about true worship?)

I want to be a Martha. Someone who met Jesus as He arrived…didn’t let the disappointment define their relationship.

I want to be someone who will whisper in another’s ears – the Master is here for YOU. Go to Him.

And I want to be someone who speaks truth as it is – no sugar coating.

I am sure that after her brother came back to life it would have been good old Martha that saw to him getting cleaned and fed. Yet in this story of sadness, disillusionment, death and decay…even a point where Jesus is said to be angry….it is her honesty that grabs me…and the way Jesus allows room for her honesty even though He plans to correct her afterwards ?

You see Jesus takes us as we are because He knows who we truly are ❤

The vision is waning. Dear stranger in the mirror: Your vision is divided and because of that you have slowly lost the passion you need for your #1 calling. You are mesmerized by fools gold.  Fools gold and bright lights. You have traded time for extra money. And time is something you will not get back.

You have sought new sons to entertain you, but you had sons all along. Sons cannot grow into men when the Father is absent. Those sons only learn how to keep house – because that is all they were taught. And they grow up overlooked – a feeling that will never  leave them. Illegitimate  sons – back-door sons – they will have entitlement issues because they were not your first sons.

It is an unbalanced life where values no longer exist. It is no longer a place where the family comes first, where the table is open and where honesty prevails.

This is in the mirror for in the open all still seems normal and intact. And it is sad. Not sad in a way that makes me want to get up and fight. But sad in a way that I need to walk away. I need to find a new path and a new kingdom and castle – in a land where armour-bearer is not a foreign Utopian concept, but an accepted calling and lifestyle. Where I can be a son with vision, destiny and – what is most importantly needed – a father’s covering.

What a sad thing that I have given up on the hard parts God asked me to do. I have however found the strength to lay what He asked me down – my books and memories are packed and the path is beckoning. It is singing a song I knew a long long time ago – a time before I was a son. From a time where my heart beat for itself. And I do not leave as a man, I leave as a boy who knows how to keep house.

Maybe that is what my new season is: Value. Inheritance. Partnership. Community. Winter may be painful but spring, though still far, will come.

Isaiah 62:4-5; Isaiah 54:1-5; Isaiah 56:4-5; 1 Timothy 5:22