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Monday, January 25, 2016

Eric Liddell, Glory, and the Buried Seed


“Surrender--stillness--a ready welcoming of all stripping, all loss, all that brings us low, low into the Lord's path of humility--a cherishing of every whisper of the Spirit's voice, every touch of the prompting that comes to quicken the hidden life within: that is the way God's human seed-vessels ripen, and Christ becomes "magnified" even through the things that seem against us. "Mine but to be still: Thine the glorious power, Thine the mighty will.” 

― Lilias Trotter

"It is surrender." 

- Eric Liddell to a friend on the day that he died at age 43 (source)



I love the story about Eric Liddell. Liddell's quiet determination, bold confidence, and dedication to his God speak a profound message to our hearts. Eric Liddell, by the grace and power of God, ran his race well. His life, his story, is an example to us.  

The film, Chariots of Fire, focuses mainly upon the literal race that Eric won, and the race which he chose not to run because of his conviction not to participate in sporting events on Sundays. 




Curious to learn more about Eric Liddell, I read the biography detailing his life written by David McCasland. Later, I watched a documentary based upon that movie, which really gave a glimpse into the whole scope of Eric's life, not only the single race that he is famous for. 

Liddell came from a missionary family and very soon after his brief Olympic career, he went to China as a missionary himself, dying in his early 40s from a brain aneurysm in a Japanese internment camp during WWII. He chose to remain in China even though the opportunity had been offered to him to leave. Liddell's heart was bound up and buried in the cause that the Lord had planted there--and the love of the Lord constrained him. He died in China. 

Eric Liddell's life has whispered to me a lesson, among others, but a quiet lesson that has spoken to me softly and been impressed upon my heart over the past years, and it is this:

There are times that we run, when the gifts and abilities that God has given us put us in the "spotlight." These are the times that we choose whether the glory through the gifts that He has given us will be for us or for our Savior. We make our decision before the world's watching eyes. Eric Liddell chose to honor his Heavenly Father, and in turn, the Father richly rewarded the Scottish athlete. 



And then . . .  there are times when we take off our "running shoes" and become lost in a foreign land--where no one knows us, where our lives become buried in His service; we are planted in the darkness.

What is Liddell mainly known for? His brief Olympic career. The decision that sparked controversy and debate and admiration and thought. But not much is known about what happened to him afterward.

Liddell's love and devotion for Jesus Christ brought him onto the Olympic field of victory and gave him the spiritual victory of refusing to compromise his conscience for the sake of earthly gold. 

It also brought him onto the mission field. There his life was "used up" in a very different way than it had been before. We admire Eric Liddell for his courage and conviction on the Olympic field. I believe that it was that same courage and conviction that drove Liddell into China. 

And there he was "buried." And there he was used quietly for the Lord's purposes--without any physical pomp or wreaths of victory or gold medals. Only spiritual ones. No one sang his praises. No one really noticed him as much. 

How many of us are in a hidden place right now, buried? We have laid aside our gifts and talents for a season or are using them "non-visibly;" in some simple way we serve. 

Sometimes we feel starved. We want to do something "significant," "important." We do not realize that perhaps we ARE doing the most significant thing . . . 

And the Lord has buried us, spoken to us, urged us through His Spirit to lay aside our cherished gifts for awhile to be used in His service in some very quiet, unnoticed way. 

So that when we do emerge from the darkness, like a seed into the spring-light--others will not see us, but Him--as the light of the great Sun is what makes the plant reflecting it a thing of beauty. 

Our gifts are to reflect His pleasure. Our seasons of stillness and quietness, of "buried-ness" are to absorb His pleasure--to grow intimately closer to Him--as Paul did in the years before his ministry. 

There are seasons in our lives of glory and seasons when the Lord speaks and says step back, wait, grow, be used in the quiet places. 

A season of Olympic glory for Eric Liddell, then a season of quiet buried-ness in China. Both seasons greatly used by the Lord, both glorifying to Him. 

And sometimes we think that we need to use all of our gifts all the time . . . but there are seasons, just as the earth bows its head in winter, quietly, humbly and submits to death . . . for the purpose of being resurrected in the spring. And all to reflect the Great Father's glory. 

Oswald Chambers says, 

The great enemy of the life of faith in God is not sin, but the good which is not good enough. The good is always the enemy of the best.


Because whatever God's will is for us in the now, in our present season is His best. 

We lay aside our glory. 

Jesus laid aside His glory . . . the glory rightfully His, the glory of heaven. To become a Man. To humble himself for a season. To be buried. 

Life poured from that buried Seed, resurrected, eternal, joy-filling life.

Our buried seasons will also bring forth life--

They are not wasted. 



Source


For anyone wishing to learn more about the life of Eric Liddell, I have found these to be very good resources:







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Thursday, December 3, 2015

Heartwarming Christmas Children's Books

As I've been reading with my children in this and in past Christmas seasons, these books have warmed my heart.  I  highly recommend them for children and families:





This is the sweet, sweet story of a little mouse who "makes room" for the Lord Jesus. Little Mortimer lives in a "cold, cramped, creepy (though I omit the last word for very young children) hole." One night, after the family whose house he lives in goes to bed, he discovers something "wonderful" --a nativity with a little statue of baby Jesus that Mortimer promptly removes to make room for himself in the cozy, straw-filled manger. One evening when he happens to hear the family reading the Christmas story and realizes Who the manger belongs to, the little mouse is shaken up. Mortimer painstakingly pulls the nativity statues back into their rightful places, resolved to return to his "cold, cramped, creepy" hole. But on the way, he asks the Lord Jesus to provide him with a home. The answer to little Mortimer's prayer is simply delightful. :-)



I remember watching the animated Disney movie of this story as a child. It made a tremendous impression upon me then, as it still does. This endearing tale of a little boy's love for his donkey and his subsequent quest to find another owner for his beloved pet after his father requires him to sell the animal, is deeply touching. The story still brings tears to my eyes when I read it! The little boy, unable to find a suitable owner, faces having to sell his aged pet to a tanner. Unwilling to do this, the boy sits head down, contemplating how to fulfill his father's command. I don't want to give the entire story away, but the donkey ends up playing a key fictitious role in the journey of Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem. This is a beautiful story of love, devotion, gentleness, and mercy.



This is a relatively new one to me. I love the rich pictures in this book and the lyrical, rhythmic telling of Jesus' birth in a stable. This is a wonderful one for little children in introducing them to the Christmas story or to read as a family on Christmas Eve.


Another recommendation for family reading, though not a Christmas book, is a sweet, creative children's book recently written by my sister. You can read my blog post about Mr. Portly Finds His Purpose HERE. This book would make a wonderful Christmas present and is great for families. 


Some Other Christmas/Winter-themed Books We've Been Enjoying:



These wonderful books have made our Christmas reading more enjoyable. May the Lord bless you and your family as you prepare your hearts for Christmas. He is the greatest Gift. 








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Monday, January 5, 2015

Seeing Them as Precious

Tiny Debbie, just two, drags her stool to the sink, and she wants to "wash" dishes. 

But I haven't put away the dishes in the strainer and there are knives and there is glass and my hands are full with my six-month-old baby, and I have a choice. 

I can snap, "Not right now, Debbie; you need to come down from that stool," - because that would be easier for me in the moment. I can do what is convenient for me, I can give her the "righteous" no, while smugly insisting that she is learning obedience that way and giving myself the excuse that my hands are full, and that I am tired, and that it's been a long day, and the baby has been fussy; I can give her the "righteous" no.

Or I can see little Debbie as precious. 


I can look my little girl in the eyes, made in the very image of God and loved by Him, and I can hold Elisha with one arm and I can put away the dishes with the other and I can bring my tired body over to the sink and I can stand next to Debbie (or sit in a chair next to her) and engage my daughter and engage my son and I can talk to Debbie while she washes the dishes and talk to little Elisha about washing dishes and I can see them as precious. 

There are times to say "no," but right now, this isn't one of them, and I sense the Holy Spirit speaking to my mother's-heart - my tired mother's-heart and holding me close to Him and whispering Listen. 

You are tired, but this too shall pass -

Wouldn't it be easier to just let them play on the floor and supervise them? 

Maybe "easier" but not what the Lord is leading me to do right now. 

The Lord has been teaching me - teaching me slowly, to see my children as precious. 

They will only be tiny once, and I have this window, this small space in time, to nurture them, love them, instruct them, teach them, lead them... to Jesus. 

Do I want to be distracted during this time, trying to "get through" these years, pushing my children to crawl, to walk, to leave the nest, so that I can be "free" again? 

Or do I want to see them as precious? 


Lord, help me to see my children as precious... precious gifts, precious charges, precious souls... eternal souls

There is freedom in giving. 

Not in "taking back" what we think is ours. Our time, our bodies, our lives. 

Because they aren't ours - They belong to Jesus. 

A conversation that I had with a very dear friend burns in my heart -

I asked, Do you think that I should have more children?

And she paused and spoke to me and she said, "I don't think that it's an issue of how many; it's an issue of whether or not you are faithful with the ones that the Lord gives to you."

Her words, her words keep burning in my heart and she referenced the parable of the talents and she said that the Lord gave different amounts of talents to different people, and the issue was not about how many talents each one had, but rather with what was done with those talents...

It's not so much an issue of how many...

And I think that as humans we're tempted to make it into an issue. 

Whether we're advocating for large families or whether for small ones. 

But maybe it's not so much an issue of how many - rather whether we're faithful with the ones that we've been given... these gifts that we've been given. 

Because we can be unfaithful with one child or unfaithful with ten - The issue is a heart issue and a life issue and not a number issue. 

Are we being faithful? Am I being faithful? Am I engaging my children, leading them through all the events in the day to Jesus? Or am I merely trying to get through the day? 

It's not a matter of how many we can have or how few we should have... but about being faithful with what the Lord gives as we follow His leading and obey. 

And then we will see our children as precious... when we look into their eyes, as if looking at the face of God Himself. 

We will see them as gifts, as precious. 



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Monday, July 8, 2013

An Answered Prayer and a Beautiful Gift

Then Mary took a pound of very costly oil of spikenard, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the oil.
John 12:3

I listen to an audio recording of the life of Lillian Trasher and the tears spring to my eyes. A life of faith, lived out in trust, for so she believed the promises and found Him faithful-- Through acting upon the precious Word of God, the precious Word to her soul, when all around her seemed impossible, He was the God who saw and heard and listened and answered. 

I sought the Lord, and He heard me,
And delivered me from all my fears.
They looked to Him and were radiant,
And their faces were not ashamed.
This poor man cried out, and the Lord heard him,
And saved him out of all his troubles. 

Psalm 34:4-6


Praise stirs in my heart and the gentle laughter of thanksgiving . . . a prayer answered. The Lord sought . . . in fasting and prayer these last weeks and I asked the Lord to reveal in my present circumstances that He would provide for the ministry that He called me to, that He presses upon my heart. Unexpected . . . someone gave . . . so unexpected; unasked for, except to the Lord, the answer came and my soul bubbled up in quiet praise. 

The firstfruit and the glory of heaven; the banner raised in my soul. 

And I write about it here because not only was it an answer to my prayers, but it was also a beautiful gift, a gift that astonished me and surprised me and was wrapped in a sacrifice, by the grace of God, who gave Himself first, an offering for all, so that we could also give. 

Someone unexpected gave, gave everything that they had, offered up a sacrifice, took the flask and broke it over the feet of Jesus. 

And the fragrance filled my heart . . . 

The fragrance rose, a precious gift; this individual spared nothing and gave. 

One of the poor in this world but rich in faith gave, and the beauty fell. 

Gave not because there was something to fall back on, because there were adequate savings in the bank, but because God constrained them in His love and this small, humble servant obeyed. 

And I praise Him. An answer to prayer, an encouragement again to live by faith. The gift and the promise and the sacrifice. Because the gift should always have something of the sacrifice in it, if it is pure . . .

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. 

And blessed is the one who gives out of their poverty, who gives not from their abundance but from their joy . . .

for all these out of their abundance have put in offerings for God, but she out of her poverty put in all the livelihood that she had.

Luke 21:4