Showing posts with label scripture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scripture. Show all posts

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Pressure is a Priviledge

It's been almost a year since I heard an interview with Billie Jean King on NPR. Short story is...Billie Jean King is a female tennis player, who in September of 1973 played against Bobby Riggs in a match that was billed as "The Battle of The Sexes". The pressure on Billie Jean was enormous. Bobby's triumph four months earlier over Women's World Tennis Champion Margaret Court in a televised match was being proclaimed as proof that men were superior to women as athletes. Held in the Astrodome, The Battle of the Sexes was a media spectacle...Bobby was escorted into the stadium by an entourage of women, Billie Jean was carried in on an Egyptian-style litter. Billie Jean HAD to win, and win well. Thirty-five years later, Billie Jean was sharing what she had learned in 1973. "Pressure is a Privilege" is the title of a book that Billie Jean King wrote reflecting on the "Battle of the Sexes". What she shared, got me to thinking...


It was in the winter of 1992 that I was first introduced to James. Oh, I'd always known he was there, tucked in between Hebrews and Peter, but most of what I'd learned from him before then dealt with the tongue. I was (o.k., AM), regularly convicted by James about my tongue (mouth) getting me into trouble. This time, the Lord, thru James, began to teach me something more.


James tell us in chapter one, verse twelve to "Consider it pure joy my brothers and sisters whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete. Not lacking anything." Testing produces perseverance, perseverance makes us mature in Christ. I don't like to hear that the God I know as benevolent, allows the yuckiness of life to touch me, and then to use it for my benefit...like sandpaper gently reshaping me, or sometimes, like a chopsaw or bulldozer, radically changing my form. Through the years, I've hung on to the truth that God is producing perseverance in me. I do not think that perseverance has finished it's work, and now in my mid-thirties, I understand that I must still face many trials. I trust my Great God to continue reforming me into a more accurate image of Him.


What do my trials look like? Somedays, it's nothing more than a short temper. Others, or even for a season, it is deep grief over losing a loved one, or worry and fear over financial concerns, heartbreak over my babies. Unemployment. Coworkers. The chaotic life as a mother to 4 kiddos. Sometimes, it is "just" a weariness of the soul.


Thank you for the chaos. I trust You to use chaos to teach me discernment. Thank you for limited resources, for they cause me to lean more fully on You. Your resources are limitless. Thank you for the dry spells, They help me to remember that you alone are the living water. Thank you for the pressure. I trust You to use pressure to teach me that you continue to refine me with your Love.

At the conclusion of the interview, Ms. King was asked how her "Battle of the Sexes" had changed tennis for women. Her reply was that the "Battle of the Sexes" changed tennis. Her experience with Bobby Riggs had positive global impact for the entire sport. Likewise, our pressures, momentous or minute, have global impact. Yes, even global benefit.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Such Joy!

Well, I did it. Over the last year or so, I've had several friends suggest that I begin a blog. My typical reaction was a smile and "Hmmm, maybe. One day." Well, one day is TODAY. I was finally goaded into it by my little sister, and her excitement over her own blog (www.dustbunniesanddivas.blogspot.com). You see, I love writing. It makes my soul sing. Marge, on the other hand is creative with her hands. She paints, scrapbooks, & cooks. When she shared with me how gratifying her blog, and more importantly, the friends she's made through it, is to her, I was compelled, and "Such Joy" was re-born.

Let me explain. A few years ago, I worked as the Executive Ministry Assistant at the (then) Waco Regional Baptist Network. One of my responsibilities was to encourage and create community among the Ministry Assistants (Church Secretaries) in the Network. I did that with what was basically a blog...a once or twice weekly email entitled "Such Joy!" For some time, I'd signed most of my emails, both personal and business, with "Such Joy" as a closing. It ("Such Joy") had become something of a philosophy of life for me.

Isaiah 61:1-3 is a passage of scripture that holds great meaning in my life. I would even say it is my "life verse"...it keeps me true and focused on my calling as a Christ Follower. The quote below is from the New International Version:

"The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,

to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,

and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor."

To comfort those who mourn and bind up the brokenhearted, this is part of my calling in Christ. To do so, I must first embrace "The oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair" myself. Life is complicated...the oil of gladness and garment ("mantle" in NASB - a covering) of praise help me to properly frame the daily grind. Flat tires, kids with bad attitudes, empty bank accounts, health issues. You know, the daily grind. Like oil, gladness lubricates my days. Gladness in my position in Christ, in recognizing the abundant blessings of my life, gets me though the sticky parts of my life. The garment, the mantle, of praise covers me. Worshiping my Savior envelopes me, consumes me. It keeps me focused on Him, rather than drowning in my own despair.

Planted by the Lord,
for the display of HIS splendor.