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Month: June 2017

Overcoming an Offense

The last couple of years have been difficult for me, my family, and our ministry.  Our church has experienced an onslaught of attacks (from within and from without), which have caused much heartbreak. During this season, there have been countless opportunities for me to become offended at misunderstood circumstances, deceitful actions of others, and words uttered out of pain and frustration. There have been times where I have given into that temptation and harbored resentment and anger at the very people I have been called to serve.

People in ministry are human and are subject to the same heartbreak and then sinful reactions to that hurt. So, how are we, as Believers, to deal with those who have offended us?

First, we must realize we are offended.

Realizing and then accepting the fact that I was offended was the most difficult part in the process of overcoming my offended heart. I had taken pride in allowing people’s words and actions to not affect me. However, as time went on, I found that my heart had grown bitter and cold. I didn’t want to be in fellowship with my church body. I hid from social outings. I stopped encouraging my husband to have our students in our home. And, most sadly, I became a very angry wife and mommy.

Almost overnight I began to live out the description found in 2 Timothy 3:2-5. In this passage, Paul makes the most sobering statement. Those who think only of themselves and their needs, hurts, and wants are capable of “having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power” (2 Tim 3:5). This was me. I had gotten so caught up in my own hurt that I had lost sight of others, especially my family. I had shut myself off from those who loved me and from the God who was waiting to heal me. If you knew me well, you probably noticed I had become cold and uninviting. However, I sought to fool those around me with continuing in my “service to the Lord” all the while being “proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, [and] unappeasable” (2 Tim 3:2-3).

Praise God, He didn’t leave me in that state! In His mercy, He showed me the sinfulness of my offended heart, convicted me of that sin, and then helped me seek repentance and forgiveness. And, that leads me to the second part of the healing process.

 

We must be willing to work through the offense.

In the process of working through my offended heart, God taught me much about my sinful condition and His gift of reconciliation. In speaking to the Pharisees, Jesus stated: “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. … I desire mercy, and not sacrifice. For I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.” (Matt. 9:12-13)  I’ve come to realize that we have a lot of hurting, “sick” people in our congregations who are in desperate need of the Great Physician, and I was/am chief among them.

I have been in some sort of full-time ministry for 16 years. Over time, it became easier for me to see myself as the one who introduces people to hope and healing instead of being the one in need of hope and healing. Ladies, just because you are involved in ministry does not mean you have it all figured out or that you are not capable of giving into any form of temptation.

At one point in this journey, it felt like I would never be able to forgive and move past my offended heart. However, God brought me face-to-face with a freeing, yet difficult, truth. Paul, through the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, reminds us that: “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.” (1 Cor 10:13)

As time passed, it was easier to heap offense upon offense instead of working through the offense. But, enough was enough. It was time for me to realize that God had allowed offenses into my life in order to shape my character, heart, and responses to reflect His nature. You see, I am an offender, too. I have betrayed my Savior with my sinful, prideful heart. I have offended my family by reacting out of selfishness instead of forgiveness. And, I have offended my calling by holding onto hurt instead of releasing it to the Father. These realities made it easier (though still difficult) to forgive and move forward. As I allowed God to heal and rebuild my heart, I was finally free to truly minister again. And, that is the final step in dealing with an offense.

 

We must minister in spite of the offense.

Honestly, I am still working through this part of the process, but I am willing. Throughout this journey, there have been countless moments where I have cried out, “I believe; help my unbelief!” (Mk 9:24) And, my God has been faithful to answer His daughter’s cry. We live in a world where hurting people hurt other people. (I know. I’ve been one of them.) So, we must get used to turning our hearts over to the Lord and allowing Him to be the One who protects them.

In the past, I was my own protector. And, it didn’t work. This journey has also taught me how little I have opened my heart to people, even to those with whom I minister. The minute someone offended/hurt me or said something that went beyond my ability to handle, I shut down, shut myself off from people, and wallowed in self-pity.

You see, the closer you are to people, the deeper the possibility for hurt. Previously, my answer was to keep people at a distance. It worked. But, it was only half living and half ministering.

God calls us to something much greater. We are to be “like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither” (Ps 1:3). In order for a tree to yield fruit, it must remain securely planted. Imagine how unproductive a tree would be if it uprooted itself every time it experienced a hot day, damaging winds, or annoying pests. Instead, whenever difficulty arises, it digs its roots deeper into the ground. Ladies, we are called to root ourselves in Christ, His Word, and yes, even His church (Heb. 10:19-39). When we are hurt, we are to turn it over to Christ knowing He is capable of dealing with the offense and the offender. Does that mean we don’t acknowledge the offense? Absolutely not! (See point one.) But, it does mean that we don’t allow ourselves to become embittered by the offense and shut our hearts off from those to whom we are called to love and minister. I’m learning that as I continue to minister alongside my husband in spite of the offense, the temptation to recoil becomes less and less.

 

Ladies, I’m not sure where you are in this journey, but it is an important one to make. This fallen world offers us countless opportunities to become and remain offended. And, we must live above that temptation. We don’t need to deny the existence of our offended hearts, but we must allow God to heal us and move us forward. There are people out there who need us to lead them to the One who gives life, and we are more effective if we do this with a heart and an affection that is deeply rooted in Christ.

Originally published on www.biblicalwoman.com

 

The Get Along Shirt

This weekend Chris and I were in our room getting ready for a Father’s Day dinner when we heard the beginnings, of what would become, an epic fight between our girls. It went something like this: “That was my spot.” “No! I was here first.” NO! I was here first!” “NO I WAS HERE FIRST!” “NO. YOU. WERE. NOT!! I. WAS. HERE FIIIIRST!!!!!! (slap)” At this point we decided it was time to intervene. Chris looked at me and said: “It’s time for the Get Along Shirt.”

The “Get Along Shirt” is one of Chris’ t-shirts. He put both of the girls’ heads through the head of the shirt, with each girl having one arm through the arm hole. The more they pulled against each other, the more it hurt their neck. (A point they soon discovered.) Chris told them that the only way to alleviate the pain was to put their heads together, quit pulling away, and just sit there. The first one to acknowledge their wrongdoing and apologize got to get out of the Get Along Shirt. It took about 5 minutes, but our oldest broke first and decided to apologize. (I think it was more out of her wanting control back than out of a repentant heart.) I listened as my amazing husband calmly walked them through the conflict resolution steps. He reminded them that they should consider the other more important than what territory they occupied. He also reminded them that name-calling and violence is no way to handle a disagreement. Before they could move from the couch, Chris made them tell each other five things they loved about the other, while holding hands and looking directly into each other’s eyes. At first, it was brutal. (You would think that naming five positive things would be easy. Apparently not!)  However, by the time our youngest was finished affirming her sister, they were laughing with each other. The rest of the evening was great.

This scene got me to thinking about the “grownup” world in which I live. I have been taken back by the amount of name-calling, back-stabbing, and character assassinations I’ve seen on social media, news casts, and even heard from the pulpit. This observation wouldn’t be so astonishing if it were only non-believers. (I expect non-Christians to act like non-Christians.) However, those who profess to be followers of Jesus have been among the worst. I totally understand the need to fight against and call out injustices, terrorism, racism, and heresy. But, I don’t understand the need for individuals to attack people’s character and slander others just because you disagree with a certain theological, political, or social position. There are tons of people I disagree with on a daily basis (including, at times, myself). However, aren’t people, who may go against everything I stand for, still “made in the image of God” and precious to the God who created them (Gen. 1:27)? Aren’t they worthy of respect and common decency?  Maybe…just maybe, it’s time for some of us to squeeze into the “Get Along Shirt.”

During the epic fight, my girls where utterly opposed to each other. They both thought they were entitled to THAT spot on the couch, and they weren’t going to move. However, the Get Along Shirt forced them into the same location, in which they couldn’t move without hurting themselves. Some of us have forgotten that the more we accuse and slander each other, the more we are actually hurting ourselves. More importantly, we are hurting the name of Christ. I’ve always been stunned by Jesus’ command in John 13:34-35. “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this [your love for one another] all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” (emphasis added) I have this sinking feeling that us, Christ-followers, aren’t doing so good in this area. Instead of respectfully disagreeing with each other (which is healthy), we are throwing verbal punches…all in the name of “pure Christianity.” It’s sickening. And, it’s got to stop. We have to find ways to disagree with each other, all the while, respecting (not demonizing) each other. We need to see the commonality we share (sinful, awful people who are redeemed only through the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ), and then learn how to respond to our points of disagreement instead of attacking the “opposing” side’s character. YES, it is possible (and many times crucial) to point out the fallacy and even dishonesty of a person’s statement without assassinating their character. But, it takes humility and work.

Over the last few days, we have been bombarded with the recent “Republican targeted” shooting in which a man shot a group of congressmen just because of their political affiliation. It’s causing some of us to stop and question whether our rhetoric is contributing to this type of violence. I’ll let the experts debate that point, but I will say, our rhetoric (which is reflective of our heart) must change. Every week, Chris and I talk with college students who are confused at what they are seeing on Twitter and Facebook. Popular pastors and Christian leaders are spewing some of the most nasty, hurtful things at other religions, people within their own denomination with whom they disagree, and even towards our political leaders. We can do better. We MUST do better.

I think we could all learn something from my husband’s little “encouragement exercise.” Instead of looking and thinking only of what we don’t like about an individual, I want to challenge us to stop, look each other in the eyes, and then begin naming the things we do like about the other person. I think we will find that we have more in common than we ever dreamed. So…do you need the Get Along Shirt?

This is the the Get Along Shirt. Notice the wailing that is going on. You would have thought we were torturing them. 🙂

The Journey to a Half

Everything with me is considered a journey. I love the idea of starting out on an adventure not knowing what will happen, how long it will take, or what obstacles and/or victories I will encounter along the way. About a month ago, I began the journey towards running/surviving a half marathon before or during my 40th year. (Technically, I began it last summer, but for differing reasons, I got derailed. So…I start again.) I had the same goal for my 30th birthday. With lots starts and stops and the help from a friend, I completed that goal. During that season I was single, living alone, and making my own schedule. Now, I am married to an amazing man, mommy to three beautiful kiddos, and have almost no control of my own schedule. But…I am confident I can do it. Admittedly, I have more obstacles than I did 8 years ago, and my body is definitely NOT what it used to be. But, I am perfectly OK with that fact. Why? Because it means that my life is full. It’s filled with giggles, snuggles, hugs, mommy questions, dirty hands (and diapers), and complete love from my children. It’s also filled with constant encouragement and admiration  from my hubby. And, I wouldn’t trade any of it. So, here’s to new beginnings. I hope you will join me on this journey. I’ll report back from time to time with my progress. Prayerfully, at the end of this journey, will be me crossing (either running or crawling) the finish line of a yet determined half marathon.

My face says it all. This was a month ago when I thought I was going to pass out from all that exertion.

 

This was taken this week after a two mile run/walk. Still hard, but I didn’t think I was going to die.

 

Welcome

We started The Modern Nomads blog the year we were married. However, between children, new jobs, and life (in general) we somehow fell off the blog-sphere. We decided to make a comeback and turn our blog into a website. We’re not really sure where we’re going with this, but we’re excited you have joined us for the journey. You will find all sorts of funny tidbits we have learned from parenting three amazing kiddos, traveling journals chronicling our adventures, and maybe a few theological musings that get trapped in Amanda’s mind. I hope you find a place you can connect.

Until next time…

The “Inconvenience” of Motherhood

Every now and again I get this burning within my spirit, and I know I need to write down what God is teaching me. Today is one of those days. Over the last several months people have sought to give Chris and me some “advice” regarding parenting. The advice normally sounds like this: “Enjoy this stage because it all goes downhill from here.” “This is when they are sweet, and then they grow up to be a three-year old, a pre-teen, and a teenager.” “I remember when mine were this little and now they are a pain.” Most of the time this “advice” is given right in front of their children and my heart breaks. What this precious child hears is that they were once valued, but now they are an inconvenience.
We live in a world where we despise being inconvenienced. We eat fast food; we drive fast cars; we talk on fast cell phones; and we live in the fast lane. We even DVR our TV shows to watch when it is more convenient for us. If something does not go our way, we throw a grown up temper tantrum by holding a grudge against someone, gossiping or seeking revenge. Over the last few months I think what I’ve seen more than anything is the “inconvenience” children cause in their parent’s lives, and once again, my heart breaks.


Motherhood is a new role for me. Makaylan is 5 months old, and I’ve learned a lot about being “inconvenienced” in the last 5 months. For example, I used to get 6-8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, but now I count it a blessing when I get 4 hours of sleep. I’ve also learned that just because your food is ready to eat does not mean that you will be eating it anytime soon. I laughed with a friend of mine the other day when she said, “I think my little girl hears the “ding” of the microwave and decides it’s time for HER to eat.” Any way you look at it, motherhood (parenthood) is inconvenient…and that is exactly how God designed it!!

Did we really think our precious children would come into our lives and not change things? From the moment you hear those amazing words “You’re pregnant!” God begins to mold and shape you into the parent who resembles His fatherly love towards us. But this shaping can only happen as we give over our rights to ourselves and allow God the freedom to shape us. The problem I’ve noticed, in myself and others, is that, often times, we push against His molding. He wants to produce within us love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and self-control (Gal. 5:22-23), and the tool He frequently uses to teach us these virtues is our children. But, when we see and treat our children as individuals who have interrupted our nice, cozy life, then we disrupt what God desires to do in us and in them. I am saddened when I see parents (especially professing Christian parents) handle their children with contempt. God has given us children in order to serve them, mold them, disciple them, and show them Christ’s love.
The Bible speaks over and over again about the blessing of children (Ps. 127:3-4, Ps 128, Ps 139:13-19). God calls us His children, and He delights over us (John 1:12). I am SO thankful that God does not see me, His child, as an inconvenience. Instead, while I was still a sinner He sent His Son, Jesus, to die for me (Romans 5:8). When I have come to Him in need, I have never felt Him roll His eyes at me. He delights in my need of Him, and encourages me to come to Him…with anything and at ANY time. He does not demand that I wait until morning, or that I grow up first, or that I get a grip. He offers Himself, and delights as we come to Him. My prayer is that my little girl (and any future children we are blessed to raise) will always know and feel that her parents prayed for her and still find her valuable…even when she is three years old!

Makaylan at 4 months 🙂

 

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