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Sacred Tuesdays

Sacred Tuesdays

“As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to him—you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.” (1 Peter 2:4-5).

Sacred days. Days set apart as extraordinarily different. Special. Unique and consecrated for purpose. Sabbath days. Twenty-four hours given to God for God’s intended end. Some would call it Sunday, and indeed, Sundays are meant for all things sacred. But there is another day in my week…a Tuesday…that receives the seal of God’s sacred authenticity.

What makes a Tuesday sacred?

Tuesdays are my stone laying days. Days when I stand alongside my sisters in Christ to build a spiritual unity. Days when we lay our precious stones beside and upon one another because our Architect has a plan in mind. A building he’s building. A spiritual house resting on the foundation of his Calvary love and built with the nails of his surrender.

A holy priesthood of believers. A collective unity comprised of unique individualities. Living… breathing…flesh-walking stones. Stones with names. Stones I call friends. Stones who are willing to lay their lives alongside me as a corporate sacrifice to our God.

Sacred Tuesdays began soon after my arrival to this community four years ago.

They began with a group of women called the “lunch bunch.” It was an accidental gathering. A first lunch shared with two of my senior friends at a local café. God stirred our hearts for fellowship on that warm summer day, and rarely has there been a Tuesday when we have neglected that stirring. The lunch bunch has grown to include anywhere from six to twelve women. I pride myself on being the youngest, but I am humbled by their exceedingly great wisdom.

Years of walking with God have taught them much about living life at a sacred level. I glean abundance from their teaching. They don’t impose it upon me. They simply live it. And through our laughter and eating and talking and listening, God is pleased to continue with his build.

He joins us at the table and consecrates our lives for sacred living. One stone after another, until a sturdy portion of faith finds its home along the walls of his house.

These lunches are a gift to me and would have been enough to qualify any of my Tuesdays as sacred. But my God is a “more than enough” kind of God, and he decided to punctuate my Tuesdays with another portion of his sacred build.

He gave me Bible study. Just as quickly as the “lunch bunch” weaved their way into my hearts, so did my Bible study group. Tuesday nights seemed a good fit with our church’s schedule of “doings,” and thus began our gatherings to study God’s Word. Ten Bible studies and 103 Tuesday nights later, we are still gathering. We number in the 20’s, 30’s, or 40’s on any given night. It matters not our numbers. What matters is that we come seeking God, offering up our worship to him as sacred sacrifice.

God is faithful to meet us around our tables. He consecrates our lives for sacred living…one stone after another…until a sturdy portion of faith finds its home along the walls of his house.

Indeed, from beginning to end, my Tuesdays are sacred. They belong to God and to the women he has so graciously scripted into my life. Apart from him, Tuesdays would simply be another day. A day when all manner of lunches and gatherings take place. But days and moments that include him? These are sacred days. And when he graces them with fellow pilgrims alongside, we are in for a build of the most sacred kind.

We are being built into a kingdom. A kingdom that cannot be shaken or destroyed. A kingdom constructed by the hands of a King who lays our stone alongside another’s and cements our purpose with sacred and sturdy surety.

Alone, my stone remains simply a solitary piece of rock incapable of supporting little more than my lofty ideals and feeble faith. But my stone alongside another and another and another? Well, we become a wall in the great house of God! The temple where he chooses to make his dwelling. And for that consecrated privilege, I willingly cast my stone at his feet.

Sacred Tuesdays. They are worthy of my obedience. They are God’s gracious gift to me. I pray that you know a similar portion. If not, then you are welcome to this table of grace. Come and sit awhile with my Father and me. It is my great joy to lay some stones alongside you as we yield to the Builder. He is after a masterpiece my friends, and in the end, we will marvel at his handiwork. Your story…your stone…weaves its way into mine. And so I pray,

Weave me, Living God, into your story of grace. This day, I come to you as a living stone, asking for your hands to place me within the wall of your spiritual house. Thank you for sacred Tuesdays—for moments in my life when I stand alongside my fellow pilgrims to build your kingdom. You knew I needed them, Lord…my Tuesday girls. I think they may have needed me, too. Together we are doing far more than we could ever do alone. We are being built into a holy priesthood, and this day I offer you my stone for the laboring. Let it not be in vain, Lord, for I long to be used for kingdom purpose. Guide me to such a sacred end. Amen.

And without further fanfare…allow me to introduce to you some of my Tuesday girls of grace!





peace for the journey~elaine

Losing the Baby Fat

“For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.” (1 Corinthians 13:9-11).

I spent yesterday morning at a kindergarten party celebrating the literary genius of Dr. Seuss. On the menu? Green eggs and ham, of course. Amidst the blending of green and eggs, the conversation amongst the chefs turned to babies. Baby fat in particular. Goals for losing the baby fat, to be more precise. I commented that I, too, was trying to lose my baby fat. When the others asked me how old my baby was, I smiled and answered…

Almost nineteen!

We had a good laugh at my expense. Yes, there have been three other babies since that moment back in 1989. Each one of them has added to my poundage, and they remain my excuse for the condition of this fleshly frame.

Losing the baby fat. As it is with my physical frame, so it is with my spiritual nature.

It’s not always been an easy road…this casting off of childish things. I am prone to my toddler thinking. To my whining and to my possessive nature. To a mouth that doesn’t know when to keep its silence. To selfish play where “my rules” outweigh the common good. To ears that selectively hear. To a mind that egocentrically thinks. Indeed, I have not lost all of my baby fat. Years of living as a child have added to my spiritual poundage. It weighs me down and keeps me from being the woman of God that I desire to be.

I want to lose some weight. I want to cast off the talking, the thinking, and the reasoning of my childhood. I want to speak more thoughtfully, think more carefully, and reason more sacredly. But all of my wanting and wishing will never lead me to a thorough embrace of spiritual adulthood. It’s a good start…this desire within. But unless it is channeled through a heart of obedience that bends to a Father’s shaping, my shape will always remain in a wanton state. Overweight and unfit for kingdom living.

So how do I move on to my perfection? I identify the source of my poundage, and I begin its neglect.

My “source” is linked to my mind and to my mouth. And as this mind thinketh, so it speaketh. Therefore, my pilgrimage to perfection begins with my neglect of these two contributors—a neglect of my words, and a neglect of those unhealthy thoughts that collect dust upon my mind’s shelf.

For me, it means less talking. Less television. Less internet surfing. Less secular music. Less shopping. Less eating. Less of everything that keeps my mind captivated on “less than” pursuits.

On the contrast, it means more silence. More time in God’s Word. More time listening and reading of resources that are birthed from a sacred perspective. More investment in people instead of things. More conscious decisions regarding my food choices. Simply, more of anything that keeps my mind fixed on my “more than” pursuit. My pursuit of Godly perfection. My pursuit of my Maker.

I can remain as I am…a child of God filled with childish thinking. Or, I can make the choice to move on. To grow up and begin to rid my flesh of the weight that loads my journey and hampers my progress. To become a child of God filled with Godly perspective…holier thinking…a more sacred reasoning.

I ask my kids what they want to be when they grow up. God asks the same of me this day. Forty-one years down the road, he continues to probe my heart for a deeper walk of grace. His, is a welcome prod, for I am ready to shed some weight.

It is time to relinquish the baby fat, my friends. Time to give up the milk and to begin our neglect of the “source” of our poundage. Time to focus, instead, on receiving the spiritual nourishment that will feed our minds and our souls for a life of sacred purpose. Time for a mature walk of faith that finds no contentment in making any further excuses.

We have been given everything we need for such a walk. As believers in Jesus Christ, we have been given God’s Spirit, and his Spirit is full of power. It is a power that exceeds the grave. It is a power that has authority and rule and dominion over everything beneath his feet (Eph. 1:18-21). It is a power bestowed upon us because of a Calvary love. It is a power I want and a power I need if I am going to move on to a life of spiritual adulthood.

And so today, I stand on the scales of my “current” for a full assessment. God and I have some work to do; therefore, I commit to the journey of perfection. Perhaps you, too, have a little baby fat left to lose. I invite you to join me on the pilgrimage. Stand on the scales of your current, and ask God to examine your heart. He is faithful to poke and to probe, in order to surface the source of your poundage. Let us begin our neglect of some “things,” and let us embrace the passionate pursuit of the one thing…the one God whose immeasurable love isn’t content to leave us as we are.

I want to put away childish things and so I pray…

“Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to Thee. Take my hands and let them move, at the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet and let them be, swift and beautiful for Thee. Take my voice and let me sing, always only for my King. Take my lips and let them be, filled with messages for Thee. Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold. Take my love, my God, I pour, at Thy feet its treasure store. Take myself and I will be ever, only, all for Thee. Ever only all for Thee.”[i]

Move me on to Thy perfection, Lord, for I am ready to be made mature and complete in You, lacking in nothing. Amen.

peace for the journey~elaine

[i] Frances Havergal, “Take My Life,” 1873.

A Sacred Theology

“Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, ‘Son of David, have mercy on me!’ Jesus stopped and said, ‘Call him.’ So they called to the blind man, ‘Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.’ Throwing his cloak aside, he jumped to his feet and came to Jesus. ‘What do you want me to do for you? Jesus asked him. The blind man said, ‘Rabbi, I want to see.’” (Mark 10:48-51).

I did not like the song the first time I heard it. I love the singers of the song. I love the melody of the song. I simply do not like the lyrics of the song. I wanted to like it. I have tried to ignore my reasons for not liking it, but when my college age son asked me last night as to my “thoughts” about the song, my spirit confirmed my gut.

Anytime a song invokes the name of God, my ears pay close attention. When God’s character becomes the central theme of a song, my theology pays attention. The more that I come to know my God, the more protective I am about his reputation. My walk with Christ is not casual or coincidental. I do not participate in this faith journey because of convenience. No, my walk with God is an intentional pursuit of the Sacred. Rarely is it convenient, and never is it coincidental.

I take my God seriously. The defense of his character is a sacred privilege. So when a “casual theology” makes its way into the lyrics of a song, I take pause to consider its merit.

The song is called, “God Must Be Busy,” sung by the beloved country duo, Brooks and Dunn. It chronicles the tragedies of life. War, tornados, missing children, and unemployment. Gangs, droughts, and financial woes. Indeed, these topics are the “makings” of a good country song. But it is the fifty-two word chorus that exceeds the boundaries of good country music to voice a theology that does not match up with mine. How does it match up with yours?

“And I know in the big picture, I’m just a speck of sand.
And God’s got better things to do than look out for one man.
I know He’s heard my prayers, ‘cause He hears everything.
He just ain’t answered back or He’d bring you back to me.
God must be busy.”[i]

A busy God. A God who hears, but yet a God whose agenda leads him past a single man’s need to focus, instead, on better things. Bigger needs. A God who does not answer prayers because the sands of the many exceed the speck of the one.

Our God is not too busy. In fact, the characterization of “busy” does not fit with an Almighty Creator. It is a casual and convenient limitation, placed upon a limitless God when life does not make sense. When prayers seem to go unnoticed and, ultimately, unanswered. When blindness boasts its habitation within a soul. No, when we typify our God as busy, we speak of God, as Job would say, “with words without knowledge.”

Jesus Christ shattered such a casual theology on the day that his feet hit the sands of an inconvenient, intentional walk of redemption. Scripture is seasoned with occasions when Christ prioritized the need of the one over the needs of the many. It was not an approach that his disciples easily embraced. After all, Christ was a sought after commodity. He had places to go. People to heal. Parties to attend. Seas to walk. Crowds to feed. Hillside podiums and temple classrooms to mount.

But along his scheduled way to the masses, Jesus always made his way to the one. To the bleeding. To the dying. To the lame and to the shamed. To the leprous and to the lonely. Wherever Jesus walked, his mercy companioned his steps. And it was this mercy that led Jesus, some 2000 years ago, to stop along his Jericho pilgrimage to answer a blind man’s cry for help.

“‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me.’”

The disciples wanted to push on. Jesus wanted to pause, and over time, his disciples would learn that Jesus’ pause always trumped their push.

“But Jesus stopped and said, ‘Call him.’ So they called to the blind man, ‘Cheer up! On your feet! He’s calling you.’”

The blind man was summoned to his Savior’s side and was given the opportunity to voice his need.

“‘What do you want me to do for you?’ Jesus asked him.”

His response was the right one.

“‘I want to see.’”

Jesus gave him his heart’s desire. He gave him his sight. And in a moment’s pause, a beggar once blind, opened his eyes for the first time to embrace the eyes of Mercy…face to face. His intentional pursuit of God was trumped by God’s intentional pursuit of him. One on one. Creator to his created. A sacred theology that I can, and willingly do embrace.

God has always been about us. From the beginning of time, he has been in holy pursuit of us. He listens for our voice as we cry out to him for mercy. Never once does he “push” past our pain. Never does the need of the masses hinder him from stopping to tend to the need of our one. He is faithful to pause in the midst of our cries and to ask of us what he asked of Bartimaeus so long ago…

What do you want me to do for you?

This is not the question of a busy God. This is a question of entreaty from a God who lovingly waits for a response.

How would you answer his question this day? What do you want him to do for you? He made the journey to Calvary so that you would have the sacred privilege of voicing your answer. He will never force your reply. He only asks because he is our Abba Father, and our Daddy longs to give good gifts to his children.

Oh friends, be of good cheer this day! Come to your feet and cast the cloak of your want aside. Jesus the Savior is calling you. This is the day to receive your sight. To embrace a sacred theology…a better and bigger theology that extends beyond the temporal. Our God is big, and he is worthy of our defense. Let us press on to know him more, so that when the world asks, we will be able to give a reason for the hope that we have.

No higher privilege exists for us as his ministers of reconciliation, and so I pray…

Mold my mind to understand the fullness of your character, Lord. Never let me limit Who you are. Quicken my spirit to false theologies, so that I may defend your holy and sacred Name. Thank you for all the times that you have paused to consider my pleas. You are ever with me, Lord. You are ever listening, Father. You are ever shaping my vision for kingdom living. Thank you for bringing sight to these weary and blinded eyes. Let the words of this mouth and the meditation of this heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer (Ps. 19:14). Amen.

peace for the journey~elaine
[i] Brooks and Dunn, “God Must Be Busy,” Cowboy Town, 2007.

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