We’ll be talking about Wild by Cheryl Strayed on March 6! I’d love to hear your thoughts on the book (or the movie).
Happy reading!
We’ll be talking about Wild by Cheryl Strayed on March 6! I’d love to hear your thoughts on the book (or the movie).
Happy reading!
For the next few weeks I have the privilege of writing 10 Minutes with God, the daily devotions put out by my church. We are going through a series on the book of Acts right now, and I am finding myself bowled over by the drama of everything that happened as the church was being born.
Below you’ll find the first devotions from this series on Acts 13. If you’re interested, you can catch up on more of the devotions here.
I’ve also recorded these devotions on audio, which you can access here. (As a special bonus on the audio version, listen for the musical intro and outro, composed and mixed by the one and only Daniel Rische!)
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For decades after the first airplane was invented, aviators and scientists believed it was impossible to break the sound barrier. They were convinced that any aircraft that flew faster than the speed of sound would be instantly torn apart.
And so, for about forty years, the speed of sound was an accepted boundary in aviation. Pilots didn’t question it. They didn’t flirt with it. They didn’t cross it. It was a firm line, deeply entrenched in flying culture.
This idea of a deep-seated, uncrossable barrier is perhaps not so different from the religious culture in the book of Acts. For centuries, ever since God’s promise to Abraham in Genesis 15:5, the Jews had been God’s chosen people. He had revealed himself specifically to this nation and had promised that the Messiah would come through their Jewish line. But when Christ came, he redefined what it means to be chosen by God. Now, in Christ, “there is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:28).
The book of Acts recounts the birth of the church, and with that beginning came some birth pains. God’s plan for the church was—and is—to create a unified community out of diverse individuals. This includes men and women, old and young, Jews and non-Jews, people from all races, cultures, languages, and countries.
This revelation was difficult for the Jewish believers to take in. After all, it was a barrier that had been in place for generations. Was God really opening his family to include people who weren’t part of the Jewish line? It was an idea as revolutionary and impossible as crossing the sound barrier.
Yet this passage in Acts shows how the early church began to demonstrate unity in their diversity. They accepted God’s vision for including people of all backgrounds, and they immediately put that vision into action.
Let’s take a closer look at the list of leaders in the church in Antioch in Acts 13:1. Barnabas was a Levite, a descendant of the Jewish line of priests. Bible scholars believe that Simeon’s nickname, Niger, indicates he was of African descent. Lucius was from Cyrene, meaning he was likely Greek. Then they had in their mix someone of dubious political background, who had close ties with the emperor partially responsible for Jesus’ death. And finally there was Saul, a former devout Jew who had spent most of his career before his conversion persecuting Christians. If ever there was a recipe for church conflict, this was it.
And yet even with all these racial, cultural, and political differences, the church remained unified. How was that possible? Quite simply, what unified them was more powerful than what divided them. And what united them was Jesus Christ.
In the years just after World War II, some people started to question the commonly held belief that the sound barrier was impassible. And after some trial and error, Bell Aircraft Company created a rocket plane, which was modeled after a 50-caliber bullet, in an attempt to achieve supersonic flight. In October 1947, Air Force captain Chuck Yeager flew the aircraft, dubbed Glamorous Glennis. He took the rocket plane higher and faster until, at 662 miles per hour, history was made: the sound barrier was broken.
From that moment, the entire landscape of aviation changed.
And so it is with God’s chosen ones. History is forever divided by this barrier that was broken in the book of Acts. This has significant implications for us as part of the church today. If these followers of Jesus could remain unified amid their radical differences, then we, too, must strive for Christian unity. With Christ as our common ground, all other differences will fade away.
Valentine’s Day can be fraught with so many emotions other than love . . . no matter what stage of life we find ourselves in. If you don’t have someone to celebrate with, the incessant jewelry commercials can feel like multiple carats of pain. And even if you do have a valentine, there are plenty of opportunities for ugly things like guilt, comparison, and unmet expectations. Social media only seems to make us feel worse, as there’s always someone out there whose life looks happier, prettier, or more romantic.
My sister recently asked me to share a fun Valentine’s Day memory, and to my surprise, the one that came to mind was the Valentine’s Day I was in fourth grade, home with strep throat. I was heartbroken to miss the school party—and the valentine exchange in particular—but to my delight, my neighbor brought my decorated shoebox home on the school bus for me. My mom sat on the edge of my bed and we opened them together, one by one. My fiery throat was momentarily forgotten, and it didn’t even matter that I had no appetite for the chalky candy hearts. As my mom sat there reading valentines with me, I felt supremely and unequivocally loved.
Wherever you find yourself this Valentine’s Day, my hope is that you will know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you are loved. If you’re feeling loved already, he’s inclined to pour on even more love—the excessive, abundant, prolific kind. And if you’re having a rough Valentine’s Day, I think he’d like to just sit there beside you and let you know you’re not alone.
These are some of my favorite love notes from God, and I hope they will speak to you today too. (Chalky hearts not included.)
For the Lord your God is living among you. He is a mighty savior. He will take delight in you with gladness. With his love, he will calm all your fears. He will rejoice over you with joyful songs. ~Zephaniah 3:17
For his unfailing love for you is higher than the heavens. His faithfulness reaches to the clouds. ~Psalm 108:4
May you have the power to understand how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love for you is. ~Ephesians 3:18
He has loved you with an everlasting love. With unfailing love he has drawn you to himself. ~Jeremiah 31:3
Surely his goodness and unfailing love will pursue you all the days of your life, and you will live in the house of the Lord forever. ~Psalm 23:6
The Word became human and made his home among you. He was full of unfailing love and faithfulness. ~John 1:14
Even before he made the world, God loved you and chose you. ~Ephesians 1:4
In his unfailing love, your God will stand with you. ~Psalm 59:10
See how very much our Father loves you, for he calls you his child, and that is what you are! ~1 John 3:1
Nothing can ever separate you from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither your fears for today nor your worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate you from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate you from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus your Lord. ~Romans 8:38-39
*Note that I have taken the liberty of changing some of the pronouns in these verses to make the application more personal. I trust that I have done so while keeping true to the meaning of Scripture.
Not long ago I had the privilege of being interviewed by my friend Heather at God Centered Mom. We went to college together back in ye olden days of permed hair and oversized sweatshirts, and those relationships formed on our wing as we bonded over silly dress-up nights and late-night talks about God and boys and life are still some of the most precious ones in my life.
So it was especially fun to get to talk to her about my journey toward grace—how during my single years, as I asked God for a husband, he turned my world upside down with his extravagant grace instead.
The revelation of grace came to me as I was struggling with this longing for companionship and love, but I think it’s a message that hits us all, wherever we are . . . whether we’re moms or wives or daughters or sisters or friends. All of us know what it’s like to have a longing that hasn’t been fulfilled and to wonder who God is in the midst of our unanswered questions.
So wherever you are on your journey of life, I hope you’ll listen in and join our conversation. When have you experienced God’s grace in a way that knocked your proverbial socks off?
You can listen to my conversation with Heather here.
Thanks to everyone who contributed writing tips and advice in our discussion 10 Quotes for Writers! There were so many nuggets of wisdom in your comments. I wish I could sit down with each of you and continue to glean insights from you.
And now, announcing the winner of the Bird by Bird giveaway. I used a random number generator to pick comment #11. Congratulations to Rachel Quigley! (Rachel, I’ll send you a separate message about getting the book to you.)
It’s a curious thing about wonder: sometimes it surprises you. Out of nowhere, a sunrise splatters pink across the canvas of sky. A snowflake lands on the window, and all at once you’re eight years old again.
But other times wonder is a little more elusive. Sometimes we have to get up off the couch and hunt it down.
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Ever since I was a kid, my family has had a tradition of going for a walk in the woods on Christmas Eve. The tradition originated years ago, on a moonlit night when wonder came up from behind and sneak-attacked us. The snowflakes were falling, plump and sparkly, and the moon cast full shadows on the snowy ground.
We kids were all ready for bed when someone peeked out the window and said, “Oh, it would be such a pretty night to go for a walk!” We all lamented that it was too late to go when Dad surprised us with this proclamation: “No problem! Just put your snowsuits over your pajamas!”
And so, on that magical night, the Midnight Moonlight Walk was born.
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As I’ve gotten older, though, there are years when the wonder wanes. This year the ground was wet and sloppy, covered in mud instead of glistening snow, and the moon was obscured by clouds. And truth be told, midnight no longer seems as exotic as it once did. It was tempting to stay by the fire sipping hot cider and eating another round of cookies. There was also the matter of my sister’s baby, sleeping soundly in her crib.
But my sister, my wonder-full sister, would hear nothing of the excuses. “Let’s get the baby up!” she said. “She can’t miss her first Midnight Moonlight Walk!”
And so we strapped little Addie into her carrier, donned our coats and boots, and armed ourselves with flashlights. Just a few steps onto the trail, I stepped in a large puddle. Shortly thereafter, I was accosted by a protruding tree branch. I wasn’t feeling the wonder.
Then I looked at Addie’s face, wide eyed and sleepy but taking everything in. Her bulky mittens made fine motor skills a challenge, but that didn’t stop her from pointing at everything we passed. “This!” she said, her gaze following the beam of the flashlight. “This!” “That!”
As we were finishing our walk, we arrived at the top of the hill, with Mom and Dad’s house lit up just below. The scene before us would have made Currier and Ives envious: the soft glow of lights, the smoke coming from the chimney, the Christmas tree in the window. We’d been sitting there only minutes earlier, but at the time I couldn’t have appreciated the beauty.
Sometimes, I think, we have to get out of our comfortable space and look from a new angle to see the beauty we already have. Sometimes we have to move to a new vantage point so we can chase down the wonder.
We may never be able to predict wonder, and surely we can’t hold on to it for long. But if we’re awake and looking for it, we just might be ready when it launches its sneak-attack.
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The older you get, the more it takes to fill your heart with wonder, and only God is big enough to do that.
—Ravi Zacharias
In my almost dozen years of editing, I’ve had occasion to acts as both coach and cheerleader for my authors. During that time, I’ve discovered this secret about writing: At some point or another, every writer gets stuck. Maybe it’s on the first page, when you’re staring at that dreaded blank screen; maybe it’s somewhere in the middle, when the freshness has worn off and there’s nothing left to do but slog on; maybe it’s at the end when you’re ready to be done but it’s not quite coming together. And as a writer myself, I’ve felt the pain of writer’s block firsthand.
So I’ve been collecting these quotes for years, some more profound than others, with this central message: You are not alone. You may feel stuck, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a writer. You may feel stuck, but that doesn’t mean you should quit. I hope these words from people a lot smarter and a lot more talented than I am will inspire you on those days when you’re having trouble putting one word in front of the other.
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges. —Ernest Hemingway
Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for. —Ray Bradbury
Inspiration usually comes during work, rather than before it. —Madeleine L’Engle
We are people of the word. Words matter because they carry ideas and ideas rule the world. —Richard Foster
If you can do it for joy, you can do it forever. —Stephen King
You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. —Jack London
A book is a soulish thing. It is physical—dots of ink and paper from old trees—and yet it feeds our minds and moves our wills. . . . Books connect us with ourselves and with others—and perhaps with God. —John Ortberg
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. . . . We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. —Anne Lamott
Writing makes a person very vulnerable. It opens you to public criticism, to ridicule, to rejection. But it also opens conversation and thought. It stirs minds, and touches hearts. It brings us into contact with our souls. —Joan Chittister, Order of Saint Benedict
Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but it’s the only way you can do anything really good. —William Faulkner
What’s the best writing advice you’ve received?
Write your comment, and I’ll send a free copy of Bird by Bird by Ann Lamott to one randomly selected commenter.
Here are a few of my recent favorite things. Enjoy, and happy Friday!
For anyone who loves a turn of phrase . . .
How can you narrow a list of beautiful literary sentences down to 51? Even so, here’s a start. One of my favorites: “In our village, folks say God crumbles up the old moon into stars.” 51 of the Most Beautiful Sentences in Literature
For anyone who needs another excuse to get swallowed up in a book . . .
The surprising lesson novels teach about empathy: Science Shows Something Surprising about People Who Love Reading Fiction
For anyone who was an English major . . .
These classic scenes from literature have been recreated with Legos. Hilarious! Favorite Scenes from Classic Literature, Lego Style
For anyone who’s trying to hold it all together . . .
Lisa-Jo Baker’s response to people who ask her how she does it all: “Here’s the obvious truth: I don’t. And what I do manage—I don’t always do very well.” How I Do It All
For anyone who’s experienced an awkward introduction at a party . . .
I really appreciated this simple yet profound insight about how we introduce our friends . . . and how we define ourselves. I want to start trying this right away. A Better Way to Introduce Your Friends
As one year comes to a close and another one begins, I always try to rewind the year and play it back as a highlight reel. It never ceases to amaze me how many significant things happened that barely registered while I was going through them.
As I’m watching my mental video, I find myself thinking, Oh yeah, we made it through that big scary thing! Or Wow, God totally answered that prayer!
The thing about miracles is that God doesn’t always perform them all at once. Yes, sometimes he snaps his fingers and—poof! Instant miracle. But more often I’ve found that his miracles tend to unfold in stages. And when you’re in the middle of one of these slow-cooked miracles, sometimes it feels more like confusion or hard work . . . or even terror. You don’t even realize you’re in the midst of something amazing. It’s not until afterward that you can look back and see where God has taken you.
I wonder if that’s how the Israelites felt when they crossed the Red Sea. They were in the middle of one of the biggest miracles in history, but when they were halfway across, with the sea walls looming on either side and the Egyptian soldiers breathing down their necks, it must not have felt like a miracle. I’d wager they were more riddled with fear than wonder at that point.
But when they took that final step onto dry land and the sea closed behind them on the Egyptian army, that’s when they looked back. That’s when they saw the miracle. And their response? They sang and danced for joy.
When the people of Israel saw the mighty power that the Lord had unleashed against the Egyptians, they were filled with awe before him. . . . Moses and the people of Israel sang this song to the Lord. . . . Then Miriam the prophet, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine and led all the women as they played their tambourines and danced.
Exodus 14:31; 15:1, 20
As 2015 begins, I invite you to look back with me on the past year. What has God done in your life—in you—this past year? Look back and sing. Look back and dance.
And as a new year unfolds, look forward to the wonder. Look forward to the miracle.
Because what you’re facing now, even today—this could be your Red Sea. This could be your very own miracle. Don’t forget what he’s done in the past, and don’t doubt that he can do it again.
Congratulations to Dareta, who won a free book for commenting on our last discussion about What Alice Forgot. (Dareta, I’ll send you a private message about getting the book.)
And now, the next book is . . . Wild by Cheryl Strayed (now also a movie).
Here’s the description from the back of the book:
At twenty-two, Cheryl Strayed thought she had lost everything. In the wake of her mother’s death, her family scattered and her own marriage was soon destroyed. Four years later, with nothing more to lose, she made the most impulsive decision of her life. With no experience or training, driven only by blind will, she would hike more than a thousand miles of the Pacific Crest Trail from the Mojave Desert through California and Oregon to Washington State—and she would do it alone.
Told with suspense and style, sparkling with warmth and humor, Wild powerfully captures the terrors and pleasures of one young woman forging ahead against all odds on a journey that maddened, strengthened, and ultimately healed her.
We’ll be discussing this book in March—hope you’ll join us!