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February 22, 2012

About Heather

Proudly born and raised Texan, Heather now resides in the great White North of Canada with her husband, John, her five children, a dog who adores her a little too much and a cat who tolerates her from time to time. When not homeschooling her children, Heather either has her nose in a book or her eye to her camera. You can read and see more by Heather at her Photo/Blog Heather Ferguson Photography.

When Plans Change

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Yesterday didn’t go the way I had planned.

I had planned to “get organized”, get done those items that didn’t get done before I left for Houston to help with my new niece, get done the organization and plans to start school back today with the kids after way too long off for Christmas break.

As I sat at the table yesterday afternoon, fretting over what to keep doing school-wise, what to let go, what each child needs and how in the world am I going to get it done – the stress beginning to fill me, the tension in my shoulders bearing down, my husband came in and wordlessly, handed me his iPad to read.  In a moment, everything I had planned, everything I was fretting over, everything I thought was important was rendered meaningless.

Yesterday morning, on their way to school, a dear friend and his 14 year old daughter were in a car accident.  She died.  So in the wake of this news, yes, all my plans were put in their proper place as “not that big of a deal” and “there is more to this life”.  Everything was shoved aside as we wept and prayed, made and received phone calls as the news disseminated among the community of those that love these dear ones, and as we began to walk a new path with our children.  They had experienced the death of an extended family member, the death of a child of friends, but this was the first time it was a peer…someone their age, someone they had hung out with and played with and laughed with.  I didn’t plan on having these conversations with my kids.  My plans were changed.

We had been asked at AMH to consider and write about those things that we are often wrestling with at the new year, and what it means to bring them before Jesus and sit at his feet.  As I think about “plans made” and “plans unmade” and how to deal with the uncertainty that life this side of Heaven brings, I can only point to the certainty of the One who holds us tightly in His hands.  We can and should make plans – but we must hold those plans with a loose grip.  God is the one who directs and redirects.  We are often angry when our plans are unmade or frustrated, shaking our fist at God screaming ,”Don’t you know all the things I have to get done???”

But it’s days like yesterday, and today, and tomorrow, that I am reminded of what is important – and what is needful – and who it is that walks me through this life.  His plans are sometimes hard to handle – they are not always the plans I would have made.  But I rest in his heart for me.  I rest in his heart for our dear friends who did not have the death of their dear daughter in their plans.  So as we continue to make our plans,  give thanks to the Great Planmaker who holds his children in His tender hands.  He has shown his great love for us by the gift of his Son. Hold loosely to our plans and tightly to His hands.

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To Delight and Instruct

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It was Christmas of our third year in seminary.  I was pregnant with our third son and had just finished reading a book about books by some of my favorite Christian authors. Until then, I had not ventured into the world of “the Classics” believing them to be so far above my limited brain power, it wasn’t even worth the effort. But my recent read from beloved “friends” encouraged me to try. So for Christmas, I asked for Crime and Punishment by Fydor Dostoyevsky.

I didn’t jump right into the novel, still wondering if I would be able to “get it” and not wanting to try and then feel dumb if I couldn’t.  So much fear.  But within a month, our third son was born by c-section, 4 weeks early.  So while he stayed, stabilized and in gifted hands at the hospital, for the first time, I went home to recover without a baby.  As I laid in bed, cherishing the much needed rest after a difficult pregnancy, I picked up Crime and Punishment and began to read.

My reading has never been the same since.

Not only did I find that I could wade through the dense language and character development, I also found that the work was well worth the effort.  I found myself amazed at the arrogance of Raskalnikov, Dostoyevsky’s protagonist, as he lived out his Neitzchen Superman philosophy that says some people (few) are so intelligent that they are above the law.  And then my heart turned towards anger as he commits his crime and then seeks to justify himself to himself  (and to God) as to why he was not guilty.  And finally, I found myself feeling deep compassion for him, such a lost soul, as his burden of guilt brought on physical illness and ultimately insanity – an insanity that Raskalnikov suffered until he confessed his guilt and took responsibility for his crime and then repented before God.  It was then and only then, as he endured hard labor in a Russian prison camp that he experienced real freedom.

How much truth can a novel tell?  A lot.  The wonderful effect that stories have on our hearts is God-designed.  We are meant to relate to stories differently than we relate to straight didactic teaching – stories touch our emotions as well as our minds and thus bring about a fuller level of understanding.  The writers of days gone by understood this better than most in our age.  It was the Roman poet Horace who said, “Art is meant to delight and instruct.”  C.S Lewis advised that for every new book one reads, two old ones should be read next.  Yes, older books require more effort – the language, even in a translation, can be dense.  Often the historicity of the story – taking place in a time and place we can’t relate to, can be a hinderance.  But persevere – God gave us minds to use – the depths of the rewards gained from the work put forth will not be lost. By reading more “old” books, we are deepened and sharpened by the lives lived long ago.

So, with that said, a few recommendations:  Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy – it only takes one look into temptation to fall into sin, thus a godly and upright woman is brought down.  At the same time, an agnostic honestly struggles to find faith and love.  He does.

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo – the most beautiful rendition of Gospel in story apart from the Gospel  itself found in Scripture.  A contrast of living out of gratitude for what has been done for you and trying to do it yourself.  Grace vs. Law, 101.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte – God is at work in every aspect of our lives even when we can’t see it.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens – Discontent, bitterness, and pride will kill our hearts turning us into shadows of  the humanity for which God designed.

Elie Weisel said, “God made man because he loves stories.” Our Savior spoke often in stories.  Our God tells us stories throughout Scripture to teach of who He is and what He is doing in this world.  Don’t be afraid to join the “great conversation” humanity has been having since the beginning of time.  Grab a good book, a cup of coffee, light the fire and take and read.

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The Gospel and Generosity

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…when justice for the poor is connected not to guilt but to grace and to the gospel, this “pushes the button” down deep in believer’ souls, and they begin to wake up.  – Tim Keller Generous Justice

I have been reading recently books and articles on the subject of justice and helping the poor.  It has come out of a desire to understand the church universal’s role biblically in the face of a cultural mindset that seeks the answers in government institutions.  I have wrestled with what I think about that – I want to know what the right course of action is – thus the readings.

But I have also found in me a desire to be more generous on a personal level.  One would think that two years on the mission field in Peru, working with some of the poorest in the world, I would have a a heart of generosity.  Unfortunately, the opposite happened – as a result of my experience in Peru, I found myself hard, calloused and cynical.  How could that be?  Well…

I forgot the gospel.

I forgot how poor I am.

I was offended by the bad behavior some of the poor would use to get what they needed.

I wanted them to be honest and grateful and, in some way, earn my generosity.

I forgot that I am just like they are.

Poor in spirit.  Poor in heart.  Self-protecting.  Self-justifying.  I will do whatever I need to do to get what I think I need.

I also am poor – not in the same way – but poor nonetheless.

Tim Keller, in his little gem of a book, Generous Justice, calls believers to consider those suffering poverty and injustice,  just as God considered us – as  poor and in need.  As Jesus so eloquently states to the Pharisees, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.  I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance.”(Luke 5:31-32)  It is because we were shown generosity from God the Holy One, condescending, becoming “poor” in more ways than just taking on flesh, in order to rescue us from the slavery of sin and death, that we would overflow with grace and generosity for others, especially those who are suffering day to day, moment to moment, just to survive without basic needs.  Not out of guilt, as the quote above suggests.  Not out of legalism – we HAVE to love the poor because that’s what we are supposed to do.  Not out of a political agenda that seeks to manipulate the weak for it’s own uses.  Not out of a feeling of superiority – pride – I’m so good I even look after the poor….

We do it because we know that we are just the same.  There are many ways to be poor.  Our Lord Jesus became poor in every way that one can – financially, relationally, physically, and yes, even spiritually – that He might raise us up with him in glory.  It is the gospel that enables us to do the same for one another of mankind.

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The Gospel of Rest- the Freedom to Work

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These words from Horatius Bonar speak volumes themselves, so I am going to just let them…

The gospel does not command us to do anything in order to obtain life, but bids us live by that which another has done; and the knowledge of its life-giving truth is not labour but rest – rest of soul – rest which is the root of all true labour; for in receiving Christ we do not work in order to rest, but we rest in order to work.  In believing, we cease to work for pardon, in order that we may work from it;  and what incentive to work, as well may work from it; and what incentive to work, as well as joy in working, can be greater than an ascertained and realized forgiveness?

Are you living out of what Jesus has done for you?  Or what Jesus has done for you + what you can do for yourself?  I have been living the latter – it’s a horrendous cycle I find myself in time and time again.  I know the Gospel, I know that how I was saved is how I am to walk – nothing of me, all of Jesus – by faith…and repentance…and faith…and repentance….  As I look only to Jesus in faith, and nothing of myself – not my lists, not my “responsibilities”, not my reputation, or fear of damaging my reputation, I am finding freedom in my heart and soul – my breathing is lighter, my nerves are not so edgy, and I am doing things that felt like burdens, with joy and peace – almost without thinking.  The outside might not look much different (although I am sure my countenance does), but inside is less weighty.  I can’t…I can’t…but He can through me…and even without my help.

I like this place.  Too bad I’m going to take it all back again tomorrow.  Or by lunch today even. Yep…I ‘m sure I will.  It’s what I do.

Day by day…minute by minute…moment by moment…I dance the dance…faith…repentance…faith…repentance…repentance…faith…my Jesus…He does love me.

I live out of His love.

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Taking myself back home

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I have been thinking and thinking over the past couple weeks of what I should write for my monthly post on AMH.  I must admit, I am fresh out of lofty words of wisdom and stimulating insights.  Frankly, I am tired.  I am tired, because God has been doing a huge work in me over these past few months through various situations and circumstances.  He is turning me inside out (again) and upside down in order to continue the work He began in me these 20 years ago when He called me to Himself.  Yes, it’s good, but it’s exhausting as well.

So what is this season all about – this topsy turvey time of blessed sanctification?   Well, it’s about coming home – and I don’t mean that in an ethereal, metaphorical sense – I mean, I need to take myself back home to my kids and my husband to my calling there.  For years, I have been finding my place more outside the home – in ministry, in projects, in spending time with friends – all good things in and of themselves.  But in putting my time and energy and  in these things, I found myself resentful of my family because I didn’t have anything left for them.  Thoughts filled my head like, “Eat???  Again???  Why do I have to keep feeding you people???”, and “Can’t you see I’m reading – don’t talk to me when I have my nose buried in a book – It’s MY time”, and “If I hear one more person say my name, and that includes MOM, I am going to bang my head against the wall until it explodes.”

See?  Not good – not good at all.  But as the Lord has been showing me that instead of trying to give my family what is left over – which was basically nothing- I needed to reorient my heart and, well, life, to give to them first and if I had anything left over for ministry, projects, and friends, then great.

This process of reorientation has been hard – but has also been a great source of freedom and life.  I am finding more desire and time to sit before the Lord each day – because I am not running around trying to do all those other things for other people that I thought were so important.  I need His pouring into me through His Word so I can have the grace to do what He is calling me to do each day.  I am finding I have more patience with my kids and a desire to shepherd and disciple them – to see them grow more and more into the likeness of Christ.  I want to be a part of that.  What a privilege and honor to be used by God in the shaping of these little disciple. I have a better attitude about caring for my family and managing my home – it has even helped me to ask for help more instead of taking on the role of a martyr.  I am finding joy and satisfaction in the calling of motherhood – something I have not had for a very long time.

This is not to say I am not to serve others outside of the home – of course, in fact I will find times that I must do so,  just from the role of being a help and support to my pastor/husband as well as a friend.  But my first ministry is the care, nurture and discipleship of my family.  My first-fruits of time and energy must go to them and they must get nothing less than my best.

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