Thankful for the gift of this moment

November 18, 2009 by Charity Hall

I recently looked back over my journal from last year, and around this time I was facing my first holiday season without my dad. I’ve heard people talk about the sadness they’ve experienced during a holiday season that follows a death, but this was the first time I’d really struggled through it myself. I think- for me- Thanksgiving was even harder than Christmas.

All my life, Thanksgiving meant a very big party. We would have a giant family celebration with aunts, uncles, cousins….LOTS of cousins! We eventually outgrew my parents’ house, and for many years we all met at Oakwood’s gym. We’d have a big potluck meal, play basketball and volleyball, watch the kids run around and play. Then we’d sit around and catch up on each other’s lives. It was such a fun, happy time.

A really special part of it was the prayer before the meal. My dad would always get everyone to gather around for prayer and I can still remember how he prefaced the prayer every, single year. He’d say how thankful he was that we were all together again, thankful that God had given us one more Thanksgiving together, and how we should never take it for granted. He would sometimes remind us that next year when we get together, someone could be missing….So we should look around and thank God for this gift– this special time with each other, because we weren’t guaranteed another time like this.

Now he’s the one missing…and Thanksgiving will never be the same. We still get together and it’s still a big party. But someone’s not there…and he’s greatly missed. I’m so thankful for every Thanksgiving I got to enjoy with him. For the laughter…the hugs…the sweet, generous heart that he had for each member of our family…the strong godly example that he gave us…and the beautiful memories we cherish.

And I’m thankful that he taught me how to enjoy and appreciate each special family gathering. This year I want to remember to pause- like he did each year- and thank God for the moment…and for the gift that it is. Because we aren’t guaranteed another one like it.

Scriptures for Difficult Circumstances

October 28, 2009 by Charity Hall

A few years ago, my family faced 2 really difficult circumstances, almost simultaneously. Rusty was convicted and sentenced to life in prison, and my dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. It’s hard to even begin to convey with words the depth of the pain we experienced as a family. In many ways, we were losing them both. Neither circumstance was an abrupt ending…both were only the beginning of a long, painful experience. My dad’s disease took us slowly through many sad, dark days…a very long, painful good-bye. Rusty’s sentence is an ongoing sorrow and grief for what has been lost (although I must add that we all recognize and rejoice in God’s sovereignty in his life).

Through the dark days, God has taught me so much in the midst of my sadness. I thought I’d share here some of the Scripture passages that He has used to guide my thinking and draw me to Himself through the pain. I organized them into 3 categories as He taught me…and this is definitely not an exhaustive list! Just a few of my favorites that I thought I’d pass along!

1. Understanding our need for difficult circumstances:
~Psalm 119:71 (they turn our attention to God so we can learn His ways)
~James 1:2-4 (they bring us to spiritual maturity)
~1 Peter 1:6-9 (they prove and refine our faith)
~1 Peter 2:21-23 (they show us how to follow Christ’s example)
~1 Peter 4:1-2 (they teach us to overcome sin and live for God’s will)
~1 Peter 4:12-13 (they teach us to share in Christ’s suffering)
~2 Timothy 2:1-10 (they give us the opportunity to endure hardship for the benefit of others)
~2 Corinthians 12:7-10 (they perfect God’s power in us through our weaknesses)

2. Relying on God’s strength through difficult circumstances:
~1 Peter 5:6-10 (humble yourself before God, cast your anxiety on Him, resist Satan)
~Ephesians 6:10-18 (put on the “armor of God”)
~Isaiah 41:10 (do not fear; remember: God is with you)
~Isaiah 40:29-31 (wait for/ hope in the Lord)
~Psalm 62:5-8 (wait and hope in God; He is our Rock and Strength)
~Philippians 4:11-13 (rely on Christ’s strength)
~Psalm 119:28,50 (get strength from God’s Word)

3. Maintaining a peaceful heart through difficult circumstances:
~Philippians 4:6-9 (don’t worry; bring your requests to God; set your mind on good)
~Isaiah 26:3 (trust God; keep a steadfast mind)
~2 Thessalonians 3:16 (pray for God to grant you peace)
~Psalm 94:19 (let God’s consolations be your delight)
~Psalm 119:92,165 (find comfort in God’s Word)
~Psalm 23:1-4 (spend time with God; let Him lead you beside still waters)

“The Key to Supernatural Power” by Elisabeth Elliot

October 21, 2009 by Charity Hall

The following is an article written by Elisabeth Elliot, one of my heroes of the faith. I’ve learned so much from her! This is long, but those who need it will not mind reading to the end, even if it takes a few minutes. Trust me, it’s time well-spent! Here goes:

The world cannot fathom strength proceeding from weakness, gain proceeding from loss, or power from meekness. Christians apprehend these truths very slowly, if at all, for we are strongly influenced by secular thinking. Let’s stop and concentrate on what Jesus meant when He said that the meek would inherit the earth. Do we understand what meekness truly is? Think first about what it isn’t.

It is not a naturally phlegmatic temperament. I knew a woman who was so phlegmatic that nothing seemed to make much difference to her at all. While drying dishes for her one day in her kitchen I asked where I should put a serving platter.

“Oh, I don’t know. Wherever you think would be a good place,” was her answer. I wondered how she managed to find things if there wasn’t a place for everything (and everything in its place).

Meekness is not indecision or laziness or feminine fragility or loose sentimentalism or indifference or affable neutrality.

Meekness is most emphatically not weakness. Do you remember who was the meekest man in the Old Testament? Moses! (See Numbers 12:3). My mental image of him is not of a feeble man. It is shaped by Michelangelo’s sculpture and painting and by the biblical descriptions. Think of him murdering the Egyptian, smashing the tablets of the commandments, grinding the golden calf to a powder, scattering it on the water and making the Israelites drink it. Nary a hint of weakness there, nor in David who wrote, “The meek will he guide in judgment” (Psalm 25:9, KJV), nor in Isaiah, who wrote, “The meek also shall increase their joy in the Lord” (Isaiah 29:19, KJV).

The Lord Jesus was the Lamb of God, and when we think of lambs we think of meekness (and perhaps weakness), but He was also the Lion of Judah, and He said, “I am meek and lowly in heart” (Matthew 11:29, KJV). He told us that we can find rest for our souls if we will come to Him, take His yoke, and learn. What we must learn is meekness. It doesn’t come naturally to any of us.

Meekness is teachability. “The meek will he teach his way” (Psalm 25:9, KJV). It is the readiness to be shown, which includes the readiness to lay down my fixed notions, my objections and “what ifs” or “but what abouts,” my certainties about the rightness of what I have always done or thought or said. It is the child’s glad “Show me! Is this the way? Please help me.” We won’t make it into the kingdom without that childlikeness, that simple willingness to be taught and corrected and helped. “Receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls” (James 1:21, KJV). Meekness is an explicitly spiritual quality, a fruit of the Spirit, learned, not inherited. It shows in the kind of attention we pay to one another, the tone of voice we use, the facial expression.

One weekend I spoke in Atlanta on this subject, and the following weekend I was to speak on it again in Philadelphia. As very often happens, I was sorely tested on that very point in the few days in between. That sore test was my chance to be taught and changed and helped. At the same time I was strongly tempted to indulge in the very opposite of meekness: sulking. Someone had hurt me. He/she was the one who needed to be changed! I felt I was misunderstood, unfairly treated, and unduly berated. Although I managed to keep my mouth shut, both the Lord and I knew that my thoughts did not spring from a depth of loving-kindness and holy charity. I wanted to vindicate myself to the offender. That was a revelation of how little I knew of meekness.

The Spirit of God reminded me that it was He who had provided this very thing to bring that lesson of meekness which I could learn nowhere else. He was literally putting me on the spot: would I choose, here and now, to learn of Him, learn His meekness? He was despised, rejected, reviled, pierced, crushed, oppressed, afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. What was this little incident of mine by comparison with my Lord’s suffering? He brought to mind Jesus’ willingness not only to eat with Judas who would soon betray Him, but also to kneel before him and wash his dirty feet. He showed me the look the Lord gave Peter when he had three times denied Him–a look of unutterable love and forgiveness, a look of meekness which overpowered Peter’s cowardice and selfishness, and brought him to repentance. I thought of His meekness as He hung pinioned on the cross, praying even in His agony for His Father’s forgiveness for His killers. There was no venom or bitterness there, only the final proof of a sublime and invincible love.

But how shall I, not born with the smallest shred of that quality, I who love victory by argument and put-down, ever learn that holy meekness? The prophet Zephaniah tells us to seek it (Zephaniah 2:3). We must walk (live) in the Spirit, not gratifying the desires of the sinful nature (for example, my desire to answer back, to offer excuses and accusations, my desire to show up the other’s fault instead of to be shown my own). We must “clothe” ourselves (Colossians 3:12) with meekness–put it on, like a garment. This entails an explicit choice: I will be meek. I will not sulk, will not retaliate, will not carry a chip.

A steadfast look at Jesus instead of at the injury makes a very great difference. Seeking to see things in His light changes the aspect altogether.

In PILGRIM’S PROGRESS, Prudence asks Christian in the House Beautiful, “Can you remember by what means you find your annoyances at times, as if they were vanquished?”

“Yes,” says Christian, “when I think what I saw at the Cross, that will do it.”

The message of the cross is foolishness to the world and to all whose thinking is still worldly. But “the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength” (1 Corinthians 1:25, NIV). The meekness of Jesus was a force more irresistible than any force on earth. “By the meekness and gentleness of Christ,” wrote the great apostle, “I appeal to you…. Though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds” (2 Corinthians 10:1, 3-4, NIV). The weapon of meekness counters all enmity, says author Dietrich Von Hildebrand, with the offer of an unshielded heart.

Isn’t this the simple explanation for our being so heavy-laden, so tired, so overburdened and confused and bitter? We drag around such prodigious loads of resentment and self-assertion. Shall we not rather accept at once the loving invitation: “Come to Me. Take My yoke. Learn of Me–I am gentle, meek, humble, lowly. I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28-29 paraphrased).

Energy + Resistance = Strength

October 14, 2009 by Charity Hall

I just remembered something the other day that someone told me years ago. It occasionally comes to my mind, especially when I’m facing something hard. It’s a little statement but spiritually profound:
“Energy meeting resistance builds strength.”

It’s a physical analogy that applies well to life in general. When we work out, physically, we need to put forth alot of energy. And it’s even more beneficial if there’s some kind of resistance, like weights. That’s when we can really build strength and muscle, right?

On a spiritual level, the same is true. There are specific things we’re called to do (by God’s grace, and through His power)…study God’s Word diligently, pray effectively, make disciples, love and serve others… When we face resistance, which can be in all shapes and sizes, we need to meet that resistance with even more energy, and ultimately God will make us stronger in the process. If we give up and get discouraged, angry, or just plain lazy, we miss out on that opportunity for growth.

*I Tim. 4:7-8 Discipline yourself for the purpose of godliness; for bodily discipline is only of little profit, but godliness is profitable for all things, since it holds promise for the present life and also for the life to come.

*I Cor. 9:24-27 Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. And everyone who competes in the games exercises self-control in all things. They then do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable.

*Hebrews 12:1-2 Let us lay aside every hindrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.

*I Peter 5:8-11 Be of sober spirit, be on the alert! Your adversary, the devil, prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. But RESIST him, firm in your faith…and after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ will Himself perfect, confirm, STRENGTHEN, and establish you. TO HIM BE DOMINION FOREVER AND EVER. Amen.

Father, I pray that you would motivate us and empower us by Your Spirit to resist the enemy and run this race for Your honor and glory. May we be good stewards of the manifold grace that You’ve given us.

Lead Me to the Cross

October 4, 2009 by Charity Hall

The other day Don and I were having a little “disagreement”, and I can’t even remember now what it was about. But before we could resolve it, I had to leave to go pick up one of our kids. I got in the car and was still feeling the anger and frustration. You know when you just can’t even really think clearly because the anger is making you irrational?? In my head I was going over whatever it was we had been arguing about and thinking about what I was going to say when I got back—to win the argument! (Isn’t it crazy that it was so unimportant that I’ve forgotten the issue now, but at the time it had such a grip on me?!)

As I was riding down the road, God began to break through my thinking. I began to hear the words of a song on the radio. “Lead Me to the Cross”– the chorus says: “Lead me to the cross, where Your love poured out. Bring me to my knees, Lord, I lay me down. Rid me of myself, I belong to You, O lead me, lead me to the cross.” Oh wow! God’s timing is just amazing, isn’t it?! Don’t tell me He’s not in the small stuff!!

That line: “Rid me of myself, I belong to You”….that was the line that really screamed out at me. I had been sitting there thinking of MY feelings, what MY reaction was gonna be, how MY thoughts were right. Then God reminded me through this song that IT’S NOT ABOUT ME!! His Spirit was gently asking me to remember who I belonged to… and it wasn’t myself! I belong to HIM, and I need to seek His will, His heart, and His thoughts…not mine. I need to die to myself…which is what “lead me to the cross” is all about.

In the context of this situation with Don, I needed to back off of my thinking and try to see his. I needed to lay down my “rights” and love Don enough to get back on the same page and not let this divide us. By the time I got back home, we had both had time to let God change our hearts, so it was a non-issue! But I learned a lesson through the words of that song. Dying to self is HUGE. The cross is not just symbolic of my redemption, it needs to be my way of life.  And not just in the overriding theme of my life, but in the day-to-day activities and conversations. It needs to be central to every aspect of my life.

“And he (Jesus) was saying to them all, ‘If anyone wishes to come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me.’ ” (Luke 9:23)

Prayer in difficult circumstances

September 30, 2009 by Charity Hall

Several years ago, I had a few ladies over for a Bible study and one girl asked for us to pray for a physical issue she was having.  Another lady started to pray for her and her prayer was something like this: “Lord, first I want to thank you for being at work here and for allowing this difficult situation, because we know that that’s how we grow. So please teach her what You want her to learn from this. Draw her closer to You through this. May she come away from this a different person, more like Your Son. Give her the patience she needs to endure, and open her eyes to see You at work in her life.”

The lady who prayed that prayer was my friend, Carol. I’ve heard her pray many times like this since then. But that first time I heard her, I had to stop and ask myself why I hadn’t been praying like that before. My first reaction to that kind of request had always been, “Please take away this pain” or maybe “relieve the pain and give her comfort”…rather than, “Please teach her– THROUGH the pain and BECAUSE of the pain– what You want her to learn.” It’s a radically different approach to prayer, and I think the most startling part of that prayer was that she started it with thanksgiving! Actually THANKING God for the difficult circumstance!

Carol is the spiritual mentor I mentioned in my marriage posts, and she taught me how to pray this way for my marriage. Rather than begging God to hurry up and fix my problems, I learned to pray that God would teach me through the process, that He would take me deeper, and transform me through the pain. When I mentioned before that we wrote out prayer cards, it was not just about writing out cards. It was about allowing God to teach me how to pray, to get my mind off my problems, and to get God’s perspective on things.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer once said (and I’m loosely quoting here!) that the purpose of prayer is not to try to move God our way, but to allow Him to move us HIS way. This is what God was teaching me with all of this, and what He’s still continuing to teach me.

Rethinking how we pray

September 24, 2009 by Charity Hall

My 12 yr old son, Josh, just asked me a couple weeks ago if we could start taking him to church early on Sunday evenings, because he wants to join a couple of his friends for a little prayer meeting. I asked him to tell me about it, and he said, “We want to keep it small, because we want to pray for each other, and no one wants to tell a big group stuff about yourself that you need prayer for. We don’t want it to end up where we all just share requests for people none of us know.”

I LOVED that!! He’s right! We’ve all been in prayer meetings where everyone is mentioning requests for their neighbor, or their distant relative…and no one there can even relate to what they’re saying. I’m not saying this is wrong…I just get frustrated with it sometimes, because it seems like no one wants to actually share their OWN needs. I think Josh nailed it, though, in the fact that small groups are much better for actual transparency with this than big ones where it tends to get more non-personal.

Josh and I ended up having a great discussion about all this, and he made another observation that was interesting to me. I asked him (as I was venting my frustrations about superficial prayer meetings) if he had ever noticed how most prayer requests are for physical problems, rather than spiritual ones. I mean, aren’t spiritual problems of much greater importance…and if so, why are we so focused on the physical ones? He said, “Yeah, mom, and why do we worry so much about the physical problems anyway? It’s like we want to keep everyone right here on earth forever.” Wow…”from the mouths of babes”…

Now, I’m not saying we shouldn’t pray for physical issues, or for people who are battling serious physical problems. It’s clear in Scripture that we SHOULD pray. But I do think we tend to focus MORE attention on the physical than the spiritual… and I don’t believe that THAT is scriptural. And I do think Josh has a point here– that we tend to cling to this physical life, as if that’s all we have.

Colossians 3:1-2 tells us to “keep seeking the things above”…and to “set your mind on things above, not on the things that are on earth.” If we’re doing that, it should transform our prayer lives. I’m still learning this lesson. I still tend to beg for the health and safety of my loved ones (especially my kids!) and I have to make a conscious effort to pry my fingers off of them and rest in the fact that God loves them more than I do. It’s a growth process, for sure, but I’m trying to set my mind on things above…and I want my prayer life to reflect that!

Death: the final enemy

September 22, 2009 by Charity Hall

I’m on a little vacation right now, and have been doing alot of relaxing and thinking. Back home, I have many friends who are preparing to go to a funeral home tonight, to honor a guy we went to school with– state trooper, Jon Nash. Thankfully, Jon is with the Lord right now, so we have the peace that transcends understanding as we grieve his loss.

I’ve thought more about death this last year than in all the other years put together. My dad died last August, and it was the most devastating loss I’ve ever experienced. I’m still grieving, actually…and sometimes it STILL doesn’t seem real. Death is such a weird thing. As my dad lay dying and I had to watch him slip away, I began to really hate death. It was an enemy that was stealing my daddy, and I felt a hatred for that awful thing. But when he actually took that last breath, and we watched- in that sacred moment- as he left us, God began to give me a clearer vision of what my dad was experiencing. I began to focus my attention, not on my loss…but on my dad’s gain. Where was he? what was  he doing? what was he seeing? Remember the song “I can only imagine” ?? That’s what I was doing…trying to imagine. And it gave me such an incredible peace, that I began to wonder if I really should’ve been hating death like I had. After all, death had been his entrance into LIFE!! Shouldn’t I be celebrating for my dad?

I kinda wrestled with this for a while…wondering why I still hated death, even though it’s actually–for the believer– the most joyous moment of all. As I was reading Randy Alcorn’s book, Heaven, he made a statement that clarified things for me. He said:  “Death is painful, and it’s an enemy. But for those who know Jesus, death is the FINAL pain, and the LAST enemy (I Cor. 15:25-26, Is. 25:7-8)”  

The Apostle Paul wrote, “When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: ‘Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?’ ” (I Cor. 15:54-55)

Notice he said “When this happens…THEN the saying will come true”… this is important. People would quote that line to me “Death, where is your sting?” and I would think: “It still stings to me. I know it doesn’t sting like it would if I had no hope, but it still stings!”  Then I went and read this verse again myself, and realized Paul is saying that WHEN this happens (the perishable is clothed with the imperishable) THEN death has no sting. Like Alcorn says, the last enemy has been faced.

For those of us who still await that final enemy, death still stings. We’re on THIS end of it, feeling the loss and the pain. They are on that end of it, having already faced their final enemy. So really, it’s valid to feel BOTH of the feelings I described: hatred of that enemy, yet celebrating the fact that my loved one has just faced the final enemy, which will ultimately be defeated when God “swallows up death forever.”

In the final Narnia book, The Last Battle, there’s a section called “Farewell to Shadowlands.” I love the words of Aslan: “There WAS a real railway accident,” said Aslan softly. “Your father and mother and all of you are–as you used to call it in the Shadowlands–dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning. “

What a beautiful thought! The dream is ended…this is the morning!! “This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast.” (Heb. 6:19)

Preacher’s Kids

September 11, 2009 by Charity Hall

Even though I’m an adult now, I’ll always be- in my heart- a “preacher’s kid.” It’s just a big part of who I am.  I was blessed to have wonderful parents. My dad was a pastor before I was born, so that’s all I knew, and he was really an amazing man. When he died last year, I realized more than ever the huge impact he had on so many lives, and I heard testimony after testimony of how much his ministry had meant to people. That was really good to hear, because I didn’t always appreciate how much I had to share him with others. The preacher’s family really does live with a man who is on-call –literally–24/7. He may have to leave in the middle of a party to go to the hospital, or he may be called back from vacation (which is usually a trip to visit family) to do a funeral. Preacher’s kids have to spend hours waiting on their dad when he visits the sick or counsels people or answers questions after a service. They’re often the first people to arrive at church and the last ones to leave  (which can try anyone’s patience…especially when hunger is involved!) And if their mom is like my mom, they are constantly being reminded to be careful NOT to complain because that can easily discourage a pastor. They’re people too, and they don’t want to hear their family griping when they’re sincerely trying to do God’s work. My mom used to always remind us to have our hearts in the right place and not resent the ministry (but I still struggled with that one!)

Another difficult aspect of being a pastor’s kid is the fact that people are ALWAYS watching! At least it feels like they are. There’s alot of pressure to be perfect… because that’s what people want. They want role models, and the preacher’s family seems like a good place to find that. In fact, in many churches, pastors are constantly being judged by how well their kids are doing. Problem is, no family is perfect, so that’s just not realistic. Preacher’s kids, I think, want their own identity, just like all kids. And if they’re going to separate themselves from their parents to have their own identity, then they might have to separate from their parents’ way of life. For alot of preacher’s kids, that means separating themselves from the God their parents serve. At least for a time. In our family, all 4 of us went through a time of separation. We each took different paths, but I think we were all basically doing the same thing….finding our identity. Praise God He has rescued each of us from ourselves and our sin, and we’re all finding our identity in Christ now. It’s a miracle!! Really…it is!!

I find that the older I get, the more I appreciate being a preacher’s kid. I can see now what a difference he made in so many lives, and I can appreciate his–and our–sacrifice. I view it as an honor now, and I’m so grateful that God allowed me to be raised in a pastor’s home. I had the privilege of watching my parents live out authentic Christianity, I learned an incredible amount of information about God and His Word, and I was able to experience ministry and its “in’s and out’s.” It was an invaluable experience.

I believe the preacher’s family comes under even more intense spiritual warfare than other families, so I think it’s important that we faithfully lift them up in prayer. The enemy knows that if he can destroy the pastor’s marriage, or his kids’ lives, then the whole church may suffer. We all need to remember that and be diligent to pray for our pastors and their families. They need that prayer support, and they also need our love, appreciation, and grace.

The Awesome God We Serve

September 9, 2009 by Charity Hall

“I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will tell of all Thy wonders. I will be glad and exult in Thee; I will sing praise to Thy Name, O Most High.” (Ps. 9:1-2)

I’m in one of those places right now where my heart is just in awe of the Creator. This morning I was reading with Kristen in her Biology textbook and ya know, sometimes it just amazes me to think of this incredible creation we are a part of. The chapter we were reading was on microscopic organisms, namely bacteria. We were looking at this diagram of a cell, and discussing the different parts: the cell membrane, DNA, flagellam, etc. and the book was saying how the cell membrane can decide what to let into the cell and what to keep out. (Not in those words! haha… but that was the idea!) And I’m thinking….how does it know?? how does that little microscopic cell know what to let in and what to keep out?? That’s just baffling to me! God has created these little tiny things that I can’t even see and has given them this ability. Wow!!

And then as I was reading my Bible later I read this: “The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge.” (Ps. 19:1-2) These verses take my mind back to a video that I saw recently when I started the book, Crazy Love (by Francis Chan–which I highly recommend) The video can be seen at www.crazylovebook.com.  Just go to the website, click on videos, then on “The Awe Factor of God.” It gives you a view of earth from space, then continues out to give you a view of our solar system, then the Milky Way galaxy, and so forth. It’s just AMAZING to think of how BIG this universe is!!

This God that we serve is so HUGE that the heavens can’t contain Him. Yet He’s so intimately acquainted with us, that He creates cells so tiny that we can’t even see them. Is that not incredible?? These two paradoxical characteristics (transcendent/immanent) are clearly taught in Scripture, and I think my favorite verse describing them is this: 

Isaiah 57:15 “For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy, ‘I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit,  to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.’ “

Isn’t that just a beautiful thought?! That the High and Holy One dwells with us, the contrite and lowly of spirit! Ahhh!! I hope it never ceases to amaze me!!