No Small Offering


Easter is a time of celebration. While it has disintegrated into a celebration of cute bunnies and funny tasty candy (Peeps, anyone?) its still a cause for hoopla. Of course, Christians know that the reason we celebrate has nothing to do with the trappings of the day and has everything to do with why the day was originally established. It was set aside as a day to remember the resurrection of our Lord and Savior – a day when death no longer had victory.

Preceding Easter, many people ascribe to a tradition known as Lent. During these forty days they give up something of importance to them. It was popular this year to give up Facebook – an acknowledgment perhaps that the time we devote to “friending” people we knew in grade school might be better spent doing something else. The idea is that we sacrifice because Christ sacrificed, and in doing so we honor His death.

While the intention of Lent is a good one, I wonder if we trivialize what Christ did by thinking that our abstention from chocolate for a month, really equates to what He did on the cross. After all, He gave up the one thing that we are all longing for – daily communion with our Creator. He had peace that surpassed understanding, love abounding, and joy inexpressible, and He left that for what we experience here on Earth – an absence of peace, fleeting love, and mitigated joy. Our willingness to give up worldly pleasures doesn’t compare to His relinquishing of heaven’s gifts. And while we a never be able to match Christ’s sacrifice, we can give Him all we have – our life, our love, and the talents He has so graciously bestowed upon us. It’s still not a fair trade for what He had to endure, but it’s the best we have to give.

We want to compartmentalize our gifts to God. We want to say, “I’ll give up TV, but I’m keeping my covetousness.” We’ll give up treats but hoard our independence. May we determine here and now that just as He gave up everything, so will we. With the same intention as His – that our Father may receive glory.

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One Isn’t Enough

Being content is a state that is much sought after, and few seldom achieve. In fact, when I quizzed my students recently about what defines them, I was shocked when one of them answered “I’m content.” You don’t often hear people say that these days, even less when they are college students. It was a pleasant surprise, and one that I will cherish because this student had already discovered something that many adults her senior still chase after.

As frequent readers of this blog know (that’s you, Mom) I write about being content a lot. A psychologist might say I’m projecting, but I don’t think that is true. Just like my student, I think I’m a pretty content individual. Despite a pretty disciplined nature (which I’ve recently felt is more of a reaction that a proclivity), I’m not ambitious. On any given day, I’m pretty happy with the way life is, and even when there are challenges, I recognize that its a season and that I’m still way beyond blessed. I’ve also discovered though that there are some things we should not be content with such as an reluctance to completely surrender to God. Sometimes, we should want more than we have.

In the past, when I’ve listened to songs asking for “a thousand tongues to sing, my great Redeemer’s praise” I always thought the lyricst was calling for a thousand people to reveal God’s goodness. However, God has plenty of people who will declare His goodness, He doesn’t need me to call forth a thousand. Even if there weren’t people who will shout His name, the rocks and the trees would. So, what do the song lyrics mean? It’s a desire that I could have a thousand tongues, because the one I have just isn’t enough to do the goodness of God justice. Maybe with a thousand tongues I could adequately convey how God has richly blessed my life and the miracle of His salvation. There isn’t enough time in the world for a single tongue to relate God’s majesty, but maybe with one thousand I could get closer to that ideal.

Most people probably think one tongue is plenty for me (I tend to agree since in day-to-day life, I get in enough trouble with just that.) But when it comes to declaring God’s love, one just isn’t enough.

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