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What Lent Really Means …. {& Free Easter Devotional Book to Make a Jesus Easter Tree}

I can’t seem to follow through in giving up for Lent.

Which makes me want to just give up Lent.

Which makes me question Who I am following.

Which may precisely be the point of Lent.

Last week, I’m standing on a table, snapping the shutter on a bouquet of roses, when by brother calls.

Levi picks it up, his eyes twinkling, stars risen early.

I can only hope Levi doesn’t mention he’s answering because his Mama’s standing smack dab center in the middle of the table, her all happy over a bunch of God glory found in flowers.

“Hello? … Oh, hi Uncle John.”

I smile. Levi’s a miniature mirror image of my brother, smattering of freckles bridging across the nose and the thirty years that span between them.

“What am I doing? But you know already –talking to you.” I can imagine the chuckling on the other end of the line. I set the camera aside, hop off the table.

Levi mouths it large, one hand over the receiver.”ARE YOU AVAILABLE, MOM?”

Oh, but wouldn’t I stop being Mom if I stopped being available? Levi grins and hands over my brother.

“Hey. So tell me. Lent. Fill me in, sister.”

Our faith community doesn’t practice Lent.

My brother doesn’t do Google.

When he’s got a question, he calls me on his cell.

If need be, he waits for me to Google. My brother’s a welder.

I can hear the rumble of the diesel engine of his pick-up. He can hear the low roar of my kids.

“Okay… Lent. It’s the preparing the heart for Easter. Like going with Jesus into the wilderness for forty days, that we might come face to ugly face with our enemy. Our sacrificing that we might become more like Christ in His sacrifice.”

The other end of the line is silent. I don’t know if this is good.

I keep talking.

Lent isn’t about forfeiting as much as it’s about formation.

We renounce to be reborn; we let go to become ‘little Christs’. It’s about this: We break away to become.”

Still silence. I have one last swing at it.

“Don’t think of lent as about working your way to salvation. Think of it as working out your salvation.”

I wait.

And he speaks slow.

“Yes…. Yes…. I get it. I’m doing it. I’m doing Lent. God’s been speaking things into my life and I think this is how He wants to meet me right now.” Like brother, like sister.

I stack clean dishes and we talk about some dark corners.

We confess. We pray.

We live the week.

I forsake and I fast and I forget and I flounder, I fall… I fail.

I’ve made soup. I’ve lit the candle. We bow.

I serve bowls, I pass out bread, I pour cups. They’re talking and I am listening and I blithely sit down and I eat.

I have bread in the mouth, the bowl half empty, when I drop the spoon. I shake the head hard. I taste disgust. I absentmindedly eat in the evening, a meal I vowed to fast from. What was I thinking? I can’t scrub my lips clean.

I choke it out in a whisper, “Do I not think enough of You to remember?”

I close the eyes tight and the heart cries the words silent. Do I love You so little?”

It is an irrefutable law: one needs to be dispossessed of the possessions that possess — before one can be possessed of God.

Let the things of this world fall away so the soul can fall in love with God. God only comes to fill the empty places and kenosis is necessary – to empty the soul to know the filling of God.

But the flesh is corrupt. I can’t do it.

When my brother calls late in the week to talk Lent, I am honest and it hurts and he listens. He unwraps his week haltingly. Like brother, like sister.

But Lent is teaching me.”My throat stings. “I see how depraved I am. How incapable I am in the flesh, how in bondage I am. That I can’t keep any law perfectly. Worse – oh, this cuts deep — at times…”

I struggle to keep composure, to grip the words and hand them over. Can I even say these words?

“Worse… at times… I don’t even want to keep the law. Lent’s revealing my depravity, my impotence. The utter death of my flesh. I can do nothing. My Lent convicts: I am a lawbreaker. ”

Does the emptying come only when we know how empty we are?

I feel wild, desperate. My brother honors my struggle with witness. I am grateful.

I turn towards our Lenten wreath, the path our oldest son made out of oak, the path we mark each of the forty days with a moving forward of the candle, of the symbol of the cross.

Forty days, I am reflecting on my cross, my sins.

My lent has me hard after the light…

Looking hard for release from this wretched body of death.

And there is Jesus.

Jesus with a crown of thorns. Jesus bent low, God carrying my rotting mess, Grace doing what I cannot do, and I cannot ascend to God but He will descend to me.

I whisper goodbye to my brother because I can’t speak.

I kneel down by my symbolic journey.

I finger the wood of the cross. I trace the back bowed. Jesus will have to do everything.

He will have to accomplish it all. I am ashes and I am dust and there is no good in me and I am in dire need and lent has given me clear eyes to see my sin and I am the one broken under all this skin.

I can feel the grain of the tree under my fingertips.

He is the one going to Calvary.

I love Him because His love is the only thing that can save me. This wrestle has made me know it full well.

A failing lent? It is a good Lent because this Lenten Lament of my sin — it is preparing me for the Easter Joy of my Savior.

Lent gives me this gift: the deeper I know the pit of my sin, the deeper I’ll drink from the draughts of joy.

Grief is what cultivates the soil for the seeds of joy.

She who knows her sins much, loves much, and the road to heaven is paved with the realization that I deserve hell. His rising will be all my joy, because I know it in the marrow of the bones: He is all my hope.

The candle wavers.

I know that frailty.

I sit in a dark lent.

And I feel the warming flame of Grace on my face.

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“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.”

-Ephesians 2:8,9

More: John and Noel Piper and a Month of Preparing for Easter
Lenten Lights: Devotions to Prepare for Easter by Nicole Piper

 

Lent Booklist:

1. Free Easter devotional
{& free ornaments for a Jesus Easter Tree}


Remember  the Jesse Tree? Now this Jesus Tree…

Each of the 17 days of devotionals include:

    • The full text of the day’s Bible reading in either ESV, NLT or MSG (of course, feel free to read from your own Bible, if you’d prefer another translation.) Readings are selected to lead chronologically through the significant events in the story of the life of Christ — each passage of Scripture another step on our “Trail to the Tree…”
    • A verse to prayerfully linger over as a family — a verse to pause over for a moment or two, close eyes and deeply reflect on. This journey is different than the Jesse Tree Journey, in that it is just focused alone on Scripture and prayer and living the Gospel — without any peripheral notes or added commentary, only prayer… simply, powerfully Christ-centric and Biblically focused.
    • A short, simple action point for the day – a way to do something together as a family that not only invites the coming Kingdom of God and Jesus’ love into your home and community, but is an opportunity to apply and obediently live out the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

 

    • A full color ornament, all classic art from the masters, to hang on your own Easter Passion Tree…. an art study, like a prayerful walk through a museum. The very last pages of the book include all of the ornaments in over several pages so you can easily cut each ornament out and creatively mount to your own preference.

 

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Make Your Own Jesus Easter Tree

To Make A Jesus Easter Tree:
1. A container to hold branches — dogwood, pussywillows, forsythia etc.

2. Cut out and mount the classic paintings of the masters, to hang as ornaments {consider writing the number of the day’s devotional on the back of the ornament}

3. Perhaps hang decorative eggs from the branches, symbolic of new life in Christ…. that out of His sacrificial death on the tree, comes new life found only in Christ

3. After prayerfully meditating on each day’s devotional & Scripture reading, hang each ornament of a classic painting upon the passion tree.

5. Consider using the Jesus Easter Passion Tree as a natural opportunity to share our only hope, the Gospel of Christ, with those who visit your home throughout the Easter season…

… and other Lenten reads…
Reliving the PassionReliving the Passion: Walter Wangerin’s words are poetic, sharp words worth a tree, kindling the heart to the inestimable worth of Christ. Guiding the reader on a forty day passion journey through the gospel of Mark, Wangerin’s words fan a hot flame — penetrating prose, powerful truths. Highest Recommendation.

Wangerin encapsulates why, though it is not part of our faith community’s practice, we are observing Lent:

But in the economy of God, what seems the end is but a preparation…The disciples approached the resurrection from their bereavement. For them the death was first, and the death was all. Easter, then, was an explosion of Newness, a marvelous splitting of heaven indeed.

But for us, who return backward into the past, the Resurrection comes first, and through it we view a death which is, therefore, less consuming, less horrible, even less real.

We miss the disciples terrible, wonderful preparation.

Unless, as now, we attend to the suffering first, to the cross with sincerest pity and vigilant love, to the dying with most faithful care — and thus prepare for joy.”

Bread And Wine: Readings For Lent And EasterBread and Wine: Readings for Lent and Easter: A dog-eared, perennial favorite, I annually anticipate the return of this thoughtful, classic book to the nightstand. 72 essays from writers as diverse as Amy Carmichael, Martin Luther, Malcolm Muggeridge, C.S. Lewis, Madeleine L’Engle, this devotional divides into six separate sections: Invitation, Temptation, Passion, Crucifixion, Resurrection and New Life — and will be a book hungrily returned to year after year.

“If the ultimate, the hardest, cannot be asked of me; if my fellows hesitate to ask it and turn to someone else, then I know nothing of Calvary love.” ~ Amy Carmichael

Seeing and Savoring Jesus Christ (John Piper Small Group)Seeing and Savoring Christ: John Piper never fails to be passionate for exalting Christ and his ardency sparks dry wood. This too is annual Easter read for me, pages saturated with Scripture, short chapters that light.

“Christ does not exist in order to make much of us. We exist in order to enjoy making much of him. Christ is not glorious so that we get wealthy or healthy. Christ is glorious, so that rich or poor, sick or sound, we might be satisfied in him.”

Spirituality of the Cross Revised EditionSpirituality of the Cross: A columnist with World Magazine, Gene Edward Veith writes of the “way of the first evangelicals,” a compelling first-time read for me this Lent, exploring the theology of Martin Luther and the doctrine of the”first evangelicals.” This book struck me profoundly on several levels –and yes, it is always all By Grace Alone

Without food, we would starve to death. We have to eat to fuel our physical life; otherwise we grow weak and waste away. The only food that can sustain our bodies comes from the death of other living things… There can be no life, even on the physical level, apart from the sacrifice of other life.

What is true for physical life is true for spiritual life — we can only live if there has been a sacrifice.”

Christ in the PassoverChrist in the Passover: We’ve celebrated Easter with a Messianic Seder meal for many years, but this year I longed to spend time deeply reflecting on why Christ is our Passover Lamb.

Devotions for Lent (Holy Bible: Mosaic)Devotions for Lent (Holy Bible: Mosaic):A short book of weekly devotionals and Scripture passages, we have been collecting each evening with our Lenten candle wreath, to reflect on these Scripture passages. The devotionals are brief, which is appropriate for family devotionals, and the weekly artwork (six images)throughout and poetry, allow younger children a way of joining in reflecting also. We invested in the affordable family pack of devotionalsso that each person has their own copy, and we often revisit a previous Scripture or reflection several nights, letting those truths percolate down into the crevices.

As non-denominational, Protestant evangelicals, this season of preparing our hearts for a deeper appreciation of Mercy, the need of the Cross, the miracle of Easter, the sacrifice on the Grace-Tree that made us worthy… this is a page we linger on long…

Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?

Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter
when you see the naked, to clothe him,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.

~Isa. 58:3-8


 

Photos: The Way of Light Wreath that our oldest, Caleb, made for us — an extension of our 24 candle stations of Advent Wreath to a 40 candle station Lent — Mary made our journey through Advent. And now Jesus makes our journey through to Easter.

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How to Prepare a Family for Lent {Printable} {Create a Forgiveness & Fresh Start Place}

Every baby I bore had the same birth defect, inherited of their mother, their father, all who have ever come before…

They were all born with the turned-away face.

I remember this on a Tuesday before Ash Wednesday, on a grey February afternoon with the snow falling right cold.

I watch snow fall and think of our fall away.

I think of the ways we have scraped today. And the ways we have been scraped and the tears that have fallen and how, now and then, in midst of the happy, we have bled sadness.

And I wonder if we could be cured of the turned-away-from-God faces if we found a place to make u-turns?

A place to make a fresh start.

A literal place, a place to touch our sins, our humanity, our ephemeral existence — a place to touch His grace, His forgiveness…. His face.

Mamas are makers and I smile and I go make a place for the fresh starts.

On the prayer bench, I set out a bowl of white flour dust. We are that: dust made white.

Dust redeemed by that which bowed its head in sacrifice, was ground, offered Himself to be eaten, consumed, food for the soul.

I light a candle.

I write out Colossians 3:12-14 in black ink on fibrous paper of a journal made in Indonesia:

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people,

holy and dearly loved,

clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness,

humility, gentleness and patience.

Bear with each other and

forgive whatever grievances you may have

against one another.

Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

And over all these virtues put on love,

which binds them all together in perfect

unity.”

I lay out some word-guideposts in the journal …

a way to help the lost turn around.

This will be a coming away place to turn around place.

On the wall, behind this place of prayer, hangs the quilt with the stitches that makes words.

Stitches that spell out words on How to Be Happy.”

This repenting just might make us that.

A daughter cries angry and a door slams hard and some here are having an Alexander-no-good-very-bad-awful-day . Australia seems particularly inviting.

I wrap love around her shoulder and invite her to come away to prayer because as a parent, the best I can do for soul-sick children is to bring them close to Jesus and let them feel His touch.

She fingers along Colossians and she reads the word-guideposts in the journal slowly:

FORGIVENESS : Fresh Start

Jesus took the nail for your sins. He had to find a way to forgive you. He couldn’t live broken away from you.

Right now you hurt. Jesus can give you His strength to forgive. Do you want to find a way to forgive? You too can’t live with the brokenness.

Remember how God has forgiven you?

1. Lay your finger in the dust... and write a word or draw a picture of two ways God has forgiven you.

2. Bow your head and thank Godfor graciously forgiving you.

3. Pass your hand through the dust, erasing the sins and know that God completely forgives you.
Is there someone God is calling you right now to forgive?

1. Write or draw it in the dust.

2. Ask God for His love to forgive — the same love that has forgiven you.

3. Smooth out the dust and the memory of the sin.

How do you feel now with God’s forgiveness working in and through you?

Write or draw that feeling in the dust, a gift for the next person who comes behind.

{To print this out for your own Fresh Start Place for Lent or throughout the year}

And she lays her finger down in that dust.

The dust becomes dust and she etches her hurt out in granules but I don’t see the name, the feeling.

I do see her fingers made white.

Here, in dust, the dust repents, is forgiven and offers forgiveness, and our real repentance isn’t an event but a way of living and this is a beginning.

The faces turned-away from God are healed in a repentance that turns the face around. 

And our faces are healed in the turning to face His face.

You can’t earn God’s love. You can only turn towards God love.

I watch her quiet and bow. Then her hand lies flat and she lays it down smooth and like a washing, the dust is cleaned of sin.

It is Ash Wednesday and I can hear the words all over the globe that turn the faces towards Easter: Repent ye and believe the gospel. 

Repent and live grace, repent and live forgiveness, repent and live the good news of a love that defies reasoning, a joy that defies circumstances, a Relationship that defies time.

Repent and be made well…. fresh start.

She looks up at me.

“I left something in the dust for the next broken person who comes behind.” She twinkles.

And Australia doesn’t seem necessary just quite yet.

She hugs me clean.

And over her shoulder, I see it in the bowl.

I squeeze her tight and laugh fresh joy and there in the dust bowl I can see her u-turn, the turned-away face now turned towards God, the birth-defect healed, and I see what she’s left behind:

In the dust, for the dust, she’s drawn a smiley face.

Like the smiling, forgiving face of God.

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Related: Ash Wednesday: Cleaning Dust

 

A Prayer for Your Home

Bless this nest, Lord,

of fragile things,

encircling the breakable and broken

in grace,

in the ever warmth of Your wing,

in the sheltering shadow of Your face,

us the clinging ones,

You our clutch of hope,

singing to us the song

of home.

 

 

Resource: Bless Our Nest

The Perfect Valentine’s Day Gift for a Mother

When he asked me what I wanted for Valentine’s Day?

I’d grinned and said all I wanted was a clean house.

 

I mean, National Geographics wave across the study like a sea. Boys erupt here, lego this lava everywhere.

There are dolls, two girl in this blast of boys, and their stream of scissors, and papers, and scraps.

There are days I’m the volcano on the verge.

Come Valentine’s Day, I’m standing in the kitchen icing mounds of cupcakes.

Smooth out the pink icing.

Reach for another cinnamon heart.

Augustine had said that in The City of God:

All vice is but disordered love.

It’s the house that’s in disarray.

And there’s the Valentine’s flag to be hung.

And the Valentine’s cards to hide — lopsided and gloriously over-glued.

And the Valentine table to be set. That is the thing: Everything in the world is love — just right-ordered or wrong-ordered. 

Turn the cupcake in hand.

Smooth out the icing. 

The work of a life is to reorder the love — to turn all things towards the True Lover. Forget how disordered the house is — how’s my heart? 

If I moved a stack of books, reached over dishes and pencils and crayons, I could get to the music, turn on something lovely. Turn. Turn.

I try not to get icing on the home-made hearts on the counter.

I try to write my own Valentine’s. This is what a mother can do –Remind herself how to reorder her love and I should write it on my hands in red:

Sin is what happens when our love gets disordered. And it’s never worth disordering the heart to get a right-ordered house.

How is my love ordered? Towards a Better Homes and Gardens House? Or a better, holy, godly heart? 

A right-ordered house isn’t virtuous like a right-ordered heart

It’s true: I could close my eyes to the magma of mess. But the thing is: Love isn’t blind. Love is the holy sight.

Love has the long, real sight, that  sees what won’t burn up. Love’s priorities are things unseen. 

“They sure are sweet, aren’t they?”

A boy grins over at me, his lips all cinnamon red.

I smile and wink and he whispers it all silly, ”Will you be my Valentine?”

Icing cupcakes, it’s my heart that melts, dropping these cinnamon hearts like molten love, love and these souls that outlast fire::

Nothing changes and the perfect gift is the heart ordered after His.

In a messy house, I turn, turn, and grab all that erupting boy in a long hug and the house, everything, it falls into this perfect order.

These hearts turned towards each other and close and falling into this sweet, right-ordered one beat.

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Related:
Love’s Priorities are Things Unseen

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