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Psalm 87: Hometown

Posted by on Nov 6, 2017 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

New-JerusalemGreat cities dot our planet; testimonies to the ingenuity of their founders, architects, engineers and artisans. Oh, how hearts swell with pride when gazing upon mountains of bricks, mortar, steel and glass … crafted by human hands.

What of the city God calls home? He could have settled anywhere, but He chose the hill country of Palestine, a place He affectionately refers to as Zion.

Residency there isn’t about what you own, but rather Who you know. Birth certificates are issued only to those who have been born again (John 3:1-21).

One day, all of humanity – the living and dead – will marvel at this wonder of the world. Some will see it from outside its walls and despair. Others will celebrate from within, having been adopted into the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God (Hebrews 11:10, ESV).

So, where are you from?

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Psalm 86: Coming Clean

Posted by on Oct 31, 2017 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

“I need … I need … I neeeeed!”

I know it’s the truth about me! But it just seems so pathetic in my heart and mind as a recovering maverick who has taken enormous pride in self-sufficiency. I’m a survivor; a get-r-done-r; and honestly find it difficult to abandon myself to the care of another.

I’ve got needs, I just don’t naturally share them with anyone.

So prayer can feel more like an obligation than a necessity. I can, on the one hand, “let my requests be made known to God” (Philippians 4:6), and on the other, conceive all my contingencies just in case God doesn’t come through. Saying prayers isn’t the same as praying with faith.

I don’t doubt that God CAN come through. I believe He possesses unlimited power and has all of creation at His disposal. My doubts are more about whether or not God WANTS to. And, of course, I have a particular idea of what it would look like if he did.

I hate to admit it, but it looks like I have a lot more to pray about than daily bread.

I desperately need to confess my utter dependence upon God for all things. I also need to rehearse the faithfulness of God to always give me what I need to do what He has called me to do. In that sense, prayer is less about what I need God to do, and more about who I know Him to be.

Letting my requests be made known to God, then, isn’t rolling out my list of demands, but rather my declaration of faith that because of who God is, I can trust in Him. This doesn’t mean He must do what I ask; but He will always do what is best for me.

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Psalm 85: Time Out

Posted by on Oct 16, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

Ever wonder what that dejected toddler in the corner is actually thinking about? The scowl and tears betray feelings of injustice. “Time out” is a heartbreaking place to be … no talking, no playing, no roaming … only thinking.

But it can be a place of mending.

Isn’t that what time outs are all about? They are the consequences for disobedience, for sure, but they aren’t purely punitive; or at least they don’t have to be. A time out can be a precious opportunity for reflection, repentance and renewal. Time – constructively invested – has a curious way of reforming an attitude that is deformed.

When I find myself in the corner, I’ve got life-changing, life-giving truths to ponder.

God has a long track record of restoration. It is only His goodness that yields any good in me, so where better to go than to his throne of grace. Peace with God is as good as His unfaltering word; I need only ask for it. At the end of the day, His scandalous, steadfast love is far more stubborn than my wandering heart.

Alright. Time’s up. How about let’s give it another try!

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Psalm 84: At Home

Posted by on Oct 10, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

It has oft been repeated, “There’s no place like home.” To some, home is where your heart is; to others, it’s where you hang your hat. At the very least, we somehow know we were made for it, and realize much of our lives are spent in search of it.

Finding home on earth in the fullest sense while a citizen of heaven (Philippians 3:20) is more than difficult, it’s impossible. The world’s customs and values are foreign terrain to a child of God. They’re not foreign in the sense of unfamiliar; more like peculiar or out of sync for any person whose soul is fixed on the homeland of God’s holiness.

Once adopted into the family of God – by grace through faith – we become ambassadors of unseen things, our surroundings become hostile territory, and our journey through life a trek behind enemy lines. You could say we’re making the best of a home away from home.

Hopefully, we’re not traveling alone, but with others who share our identity and our longing for the Father’s good kingdom to come and His good will to be done on earth as it is in heaven (Matthew 6:10).

To be at home here isn’t about inhabiting a region, but rather traveling each day under the King’s banner of faith, hope and love (1 Corinthians 13:13). All who make their way that way are assured grace and glory for this stretch of the road; everything they need to walk well until they arrive at their heavenly destination.

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Psalm 83: Big

Posted by on Sep 25, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

Everywhere I look, the tide is changing. The moral and spiritual boundaries of our culture have shifted so as to promote decadence, not restrain it. The champions of tolerance are intolerant of truth and of those who strive to preserve it. Growing contempt for and opposition to Christ-followers cannot be denied.

Where once there was appreciation for the light of God’s word and people, there is now aggravation. “And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil.” (John 3:19, ESV)

The enemies of the gospel loom large … their voice is loud, their influence far-reaching, their threats as ominous as an impending storm …

But thankfully, the God of the gospel is bigger.

I need Him to be big; bigger than I or my adversaries could ever be. I need Him to stem the tide, contain the cultural erosion and calm the storm. If not, I need God to be big in me, full of enough strength that I can faithfully endure every bit of the hostility that billows around me and any who name the name of Christ.

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