My children make me so happy and so incredibly frustrated at times.

I believe they would say the same of me.

The worst is when I have to repeat myself four or five times in order to accomplish the smallest task:

“Can you set the table?”

“The table…did you set it?”

“We are going to eat soon, so we need plates on the table.”

“Would you like to eat food? How about you set the table?”

“THE TABLE NEEDS TO BE SET OR WE WILL ALL GO HUNGRY AND OUR BONES WILL WASTE AWAY TO NOTHINGNESS AND IT WON’T BE MY FAULT!”

Yes, I have questionable mom moments.

I have found that the best thing to do when I can’t get their attention is to ask them to look me in the eyes.

“Yes, hi, dear child. I am right here. Where are my eyes? Look at my eyes. Please go set the table.”

Voilà! Mission accomplished. Why I feel the need to turn into a banshee first never ceases to amaze me. The Old Adam Mom will always be with me, I suppose. But there’s grace for that.

In today’s reading from Acts 3, Peter has figured this life problem out. Please read Acts 3:1-5 first, to see God’s Spirit in action in a small way, before we go on to hear the rest of the story and see God’s Spirit burst out in a big way:

Now Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them.

I wonder if this gentleman had ever had someone truly look at him.

How often, do we long for someone to truly look at us? To know us and our pain, our heartache, our insight, our beauty?

I would propose that this is the first witness Peter and John offer to the man who was lame…

They looked.

As you walk around today, look.

Make eye contact with someone you may not usually make eye contact with, in weird situations, places, and spaces. People in our world are desperate for someone to see them, so much so that most of our natural response would be to look down, to shelter our eyes from someone’s gaze. It’s intimidating for someone to really see you, because we so often just don’t.

Continue reading Acts 3:6-10 and see the Spirit move again:

But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong. And leaping up, he stood and began to walk, and entered the temple with them, walking and leaping and praising God. And all the people saw him walking and praising God, 10 and recognized him as the one who sat at the Beautiful Gate of the temple, asking for alms. And they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.

Peter was honest. We all have something to give, and that doesn’t always look like money or tangible things. A little bit of time, attention, and a great big message of hope is fiercer though, longer lasting, and always available. The language of Acts 3:7 is especially touching. God’s resurrection power, through the Holy Spirit heals. Acts 3:7 also tells us that it provides strength. I think this is vital for a broader understanding of healing, so that we don’t end up deeply disappointed when healing doesn’t happen in the way we would like it. Otherwise, we read stories like this in the Bible and equate the absence of a visual miracle to the faithlessness of God.

God is faithful and He brings healing and strength in many, many ways. Sometimes He gives us physical strength, sometimes emotional, sometimes strength poured through relationships, and sometimes only spiritual, clinging tightly to the Truth we know and pressing on. The witness of these various strengths speak to God’s work in our lives. His glory shines freakishly bright when we lay our stuff out there, and let people recognize us, really see where our Hope comes from when all is laid bare.

Ready for more witness, more glory, more resurrection? Finish reading the account of our now leaping friend in Acts 3:11-16:

11 While he clung to Peter and John, all the people, utterly astounded, ran together to them in the portico called Solomon’s. 12 And when Peter saw it he addressed the people: “Men of Israel, why do you wonder at this, or why do you stare at us, as though by our own power or piety we have made him walk? 13 The God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, the God of our fathers, glorified his servant Jesus, whom you delivered over and denied in the presence of Pilate, when he had decided to release him. 14 But you denied the Holy and Righteous One, and asked for a murderer to be granted to you, 15 and you killed the Author of life, whom God raised from the dead. To this we are witnesses. 16 And his name—by faith in his name—has made this man strong whom you see and know, and the faith that is through Jesus has given the man this perfect health in the presence of you all.  

People ran to hear Hope, and Peter was not going to miss the opportunity to shine the witness of Who Jesus Christ was for all people and His strength poured out for each and every one of them.

Really looking at one another—that is the work of the Spirit.

Giving Hope in Christ—that is the work of the Spirit.

Strength in the cross and empty tomb of Christ Jesus our Lord—that is the work of the Spirit.

Hallelujah. He is risen indeed. We are witnesses of His glory.

PS – My poor children have a hard time getting my attention on the first try as well. I tune out with my book, at my computer, on my phone, daydreaming, whatever. Here’s to children who have grace for their mamas too!

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  1. Hallelujah! He is Risen! Thank you, Heidi. Jesus heals in His way and time, but it doesn’t always look like what we want or expect.
    I pray for eyes to see the ones in front of me each day, but often forget to look at my loved ones.

  2. He is risen indeed Heidi!! I had a way of tuning out my children, mostly noticed by my daughter who would give me the: “Mom…Mom…Mom… Susan!!!” I always heard my name, but the Mom was easily ignored. Nice to heard there is shared company in that! Comforted by God’s inability to ignore our cries for mercy ❤️

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