Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The advent of you.

Advent. It represents the "coming" of the birth of Jesus (the first advent) and the anticipation of His return (the second advent). These times in history are worthy of distinction, because of the individual's life that they highlighted. Jesus' life was one that created immense impact.

But I want to talk about our advent.

We each have a story. It begins with our birth and ends with the closing chapter. Through the pages of this story are words that reflect our life. Each page chronicles the choices we make and the legacy that we will leave. All to often this story is full of white noise. Countless pages of fuzz that make no distinction and define no character. We are hamsters turning the same wheel in endless rotation.

How many remember the mobile bookstore that always came to school with the "fun" books that all of us really wanted to read? No more boring library books that told stories we didn't particularly care about. My personal favorite was the Choose Your Own Adventure books. The appeal to these books is that we got to choose the direction the story went. I mean how cool is that?! Who wants to read a book that always has the same ending?

You may have heard the Choose Your Own Adventure analogy before. But what's interesting to me is that we continue to choose the safe route, "The hamster jumps into the wheel: Go to page 34". We may make slightly interesting choices to mix things up, but how many times do we take the "The hamster jumps from the moving train: Go to page 52" choice? Probably not often enough. Sure it's easy to take risks when it doesn't involve us. But when it's our own lives that are in question, the choices become much more calculated.

Without risk, there is no distinction.

 

As we begin the Advent season, our thoughts are usually restricted to Christmas. Mr. Claus, his little pointy eared minions and all the gifts that we share. But for some of us, our thoughts steer towards those of a small baby, born in a barn. And although this birth was in less than ideal circumstances, this was typical to the time period. However, despite this simple and humble beginning, a child born of a virgin and a reluctant father, would end up changing the course of history and saving us all. The turns His life took were risky. And yet those risks created incredible distinction.

Am I the only one that draws a parallel here? Sure, we were not born to save the world, but were we not created in God's image? I don't find it a coincidence that our lives start with a humble beginning just like Jesus. We get up and go to work, just like He did. But as His story unfolds, He begins to realize that He was created with a purpose. He makes choices that reflect risk and ultimately defines a person that is set apart. He began to realize that the pages of His book were epic. And in the end, what an incredible adventure that unfolded.

Do we have that same belief? Do we believe that our only choices are limited to what clothes we'll wear today? What route we'll take to work or what we'll eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

During this Advent season when we see the Advent calendar and remember the birth and second coming of the King, take a moment to think of your advent. Your life is like a Choose Your Own Adventure book. Filled with choices that create a story that could be worthy of distinction. Take risks. Live boldly.

  • Be with your loved ones instead of watching the game.
  • Donate $100 instead of $10 to your favorite charity.
  • Go serve at a soup kitchen instead of giving canned goods.
  • Be a missionary instead of reading their newsletters.
  • Adopt or foster a child instead of wishing their circumstances were different.
Are you living a life that is full of anticipation...expectant of the incredible pages your life has yet to write?

Let your advent begin.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Parachute pants of hope.

I remember one Christmas as a teenager when I had really hoped for a pair of parachute pants. Y'all need to understand something. This was the 1980's. My life would not be complete without a pair of these pants. These were the ticket I needed for my passage to acceptance.



I dropped more hints on my parents than I had ever dropped for anything, ever. Even more than the Izod shirts I would ask for in the years to follow. And trust me people, I wanted those little alligators. Or crocodiles...whatever. There was nothing as thrilling as the anticipation for Christmas morning as I would await the nylon awesomeness that would soon adorn my legs.

Christmas morning came and went. No parachute pants. That morning I received a one-way ticket to Uncool-ville.

Until my Mom told me that Christmas wasn't technically over. We still had the trip to my grandparents later in the week. Now don't get me wrong, I loved my Grandparents. Awesome sugar cereal? Check. Candy handouts in the middle of church? Check. They were great. But reality check here people, I'd be shocked if they knew anything about these pants. I mean come on.

Cue the emminent crushing of my hopes.

I waited patiently for my turn. The box was shaped like your typical "clothing" present. Could it be? No. No way. Narrow, flat, and rectangle, the box headed my way. A few rips...and there they were.

I heard angels sing. Seriously.

I tried them on. One size too small. I didn't care. They were mine...and I wore them all year long. I may have even slept in them.

Here's the thing. Hope is an anchor. But we often treat it like a feather on a breeze...or a pair of parachute pants.

Hope comes alive when it finds a place where it can sink deep and permeate our lives everyday. Cast it overboard and hang on tight.

http://bible.us/Rom8.23.CEV-EN