Fear and the Crazypants Cycle


Fear does funny things to us.

We once could look at life reasonably. We could hold discussions, share opinions, eat across the table from someone we disagreed with and not want to rip their head off.

But that’s anger, you say, not fear? Isn’t intent to harm, even when it’s deep inside us, never actually expressed- that’s anger?

No, no it is not, and it’s time to get honest about that. We are destroying one another, not because we are angry, but because we are afraid.

When I sit down at my computer, when I open my google plus tab, when I connect with my friends across miles and space, I see fear written all over the internet, and it makes us crazypants, which looks a whole lot like angry.

Let me introduce you to the crazypants cycle. I jest, but it’s real.

First, we are afraid.

We are afraid for our finances – will there be enough money? will I be able to make ends meet? will I have a job next month?

We are afraid for our marriages – will he still love me? do I make her happy? will we make it through the storm and the struggle?

We are afraid for our children – will a shooter come to their school? will they understand the values I try to pass on? is this world screwing them up? am I screwing them up?

We are afraid for our neighborhoods – if people look different, will I understand them? will they understand me? Different makes us uncomfortable, unsure.

We are afraid for our churches – where are all the people? what if we close? will our people hear the Gospel? will it change anything?

So many questions and so few answers. So much of life we don’t know, we don’t understand, we aren’t in control of. It’s scary. Life is scary. The world is a scary place, because this isn’t the way God intended it. Sin and divisiveness, hurtful words, selfish ambition, isn’t what we were created for. So we make assumptions, we jump to conclusions. We make accusations.

Enter anger.

We say things that should be said in person. We refuse to let someone disagree. We eat, sleep, and breathe this climate of anger until it sucks us in. We become unreasonable and we so desperately need to be right, that we become rude without noticing. We shift from speaking the truth in love to speaking the truth in rage.

And next, comes shame.

Words come out and relationships are affected in a way that “whoops” just can’t fix. So we crawl back under our original rock of fear, which was Satan’s original intent after all. Work done, he slinks under his own rock, slimy and satisfied.

But there is a solution to fear, which anger and crazypants can never give.

The Holy Spirit. 

He’s real. He’s a gift, left for us by a Savior that knew we would need Him like fish need water. He freely gives This Spirit in the waters of baptism. He welcomes the little children, the sojourner, the weary, and the weak, the disgusted, and the disgusting.

“…for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”

2 Timothy 1:7

Let us lay our fears down at the cross of Christ Jesus, instead of the mob of social media. Let us lift our prayers to Him like incense, rather than battle uphill to be heard.

He gives us His gifts in our anger, and He gives us His gifts in our shame. He gives us His gifts in our crazypants. He never treats us as less than. He doesn’t need us to be right. He just offers us Redeemed.

So let’s bust out. Let’s bust out of the Crazypants cycle. Let’s call fear what it is, so we can put on love and self-control.

No longer a spirit of fear. Crazypants no more.

 

Confess Hope

It’s that time of year again, the time when New Year’s resolutions begin to creep out your back door when you weren’t looking.

There’s grace for that.

I’m not a resolution keeper, but I’m not really a resolution maker either. I’m one of the breed of people who choose one word for the year. However, I egregiously fail at keeping rules of any kind, particularly when they encourage keeping words to a minimum. I’m like a window shopper who has restraint in buying but absolutely no restraint in trying things on- I’ll try this one, and this one, and this one, maybe this one, two of those…

My one word is almost always two, or three, maybe four, if any of you remember from last year’s Fearlessly Wrong post. This year I was able to keep it to two words. Clean and simple. If I were honest, though, it’s not really my doing. My words were chosen in that way the Holy Spirit has when you read or hear a text of Scripture and a few specific words reach into your body and grab ahold with an unmistakable fierceness that cannot be ignored.

As I led a retreat this fall, Hebrews 10:23 resonated in my ears, and for many days after the retreat ended:

Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful.

Hope is a beautiful thing. Without it we fade and we wither. I have visibly watched this happen, when life crashes in and hope drains from a face…a mother who loses a child, a friendship abandoned, a marriage left out to dry.

Most of you reading this as Christians know the Truth that our hope does not fade and it never disappoints. Our verse in Hebrews tells us that it’s stable and sturdy, because it depends on the Maker, who is ever and always faithful. But let me tell you another story. A story of people that do not know Hope as we know Hope. Sometimes life rolls in and covers us like a flood, the earth shakes beneath our feet with family drama, long held back pain rises to the surface, and people do not know where to turn. Who helps when hope seems lost? Can you even imagine, my friend? A world with no hope, with shifting hope, with forgotten or disappointing hope?

Our Savior offers us something different.

He offers us an anchor of Hope (Hebrews 6:19)

A Hope unshaken (2 Corinthians 1:7)

A Living Hope (Ecclesiastes 9:4)

A Hope of Joy (Proverbs 10:28)

A Hope for Trouble (Jeremiah 14:8)

A Hope that does not shame (Philippians 1:20)

But they will not know if we do not confess it. God can work any way that He wants, but He chooses to work through our words very often. He puts Hope in us undaunted and pouring out. He helps us to reach across the table at the coffee shop and say,

“Let me tell you my story of Hope.”

How has God worked Hope in your life? What has He brought you through? What adventures has He taken you on? What rock has He set your feet upon in troubled times and in times of victory? What path have you journeyed on and discovered more of Him and less of wantonness?

This is confessing hope. God weaves His Word into our hearts and when we tell the ways in which He has helped us find hope or see hope more clearly, we help someone else see hope in the darkness and in the light.

Confess Hope

Will you confess it with me this year? Share with us how you confess hope each day in the comments below. Spur us on to confess our Hope boldly in the Lord. You can print the Confess Hope wall art below. Tack it up somewhere to be seen and remembered. Put it in a pretty frame and give it to a friend who could use an extra dose of hope this winter. Save it as your phone wallpaper. Share it at your family table. Print small copies and hand them out like little pieces of hope candy, from your purse or your backpack. Leave them in surprising places. Whatever you do…

Confess Hope

May the words roll off our tongue in the comfortable and the uncomfortable places, to share Christ Jesus, to share Hope.

“My Hope comes from the Lord…Maker of heaven and earth. Let me tell you a little bit about it…”

 

Click on the image to download the pdf file. Thank you to Jennifer Tinkey for creating this reminder for us!

Gathered to Go


Eight weeks of study, friends. Eight weeks of walking in Truth –

He Calls You Beloved

He Calls You Ransomed

He Calls You Child

He Calls You Redeemed

He Calls You Clay

He Calls You Sought Out

He Calls You Gathered

We have stood in the promise that He aggressively pursues us, He picks us up from the dust and lifts our pretty heads, He infiltrates our lives with restoration and gives salvation to every little piece of brokenness He finds.

Oh, the Truth of it! The joy of a God who loves enough to proclaim my place at His table, a God who chases, a God who brings back, a God who says “Daughter, draw near.”

On this last day of study, let’s turn to the final chapter of Isaiah’s writing. I think you’ll find that God’s concluding message in this beautiful book is this…

Gather to Go.

Read Isaiah 66:18-23 –

“For I know their works and their thoughts, and the time is coming to gather all nations and tongues. And they shall come and shall see my glory, 19 and I will set a sign among them. And from them I will send survivors to the nations, to Tarshish, Pul, and Lud, who draw the bow, to Tubal and Javan, to the coastlands far away, that have not heard my fame or seen my glory. And they shall declare my glory among the nations. 20 And they shall bring all your brothers from all the nations as an offering to the Lord, on horses and in chariots and in litters and on mules and on dromedaries, to my holy mountain Jerusalem, says the Lord, just as the Israelites bring their grain offering in a clean vessel to the house of the Lord. 21 And some of them also I will take for priests and for Levites, says the Lord.

22 “For as the new heavens and the new earth
    that I make
shall remain before me, says the Lord,
    so shall your offspring and your name remain.
23 From new moon to new moon,
    and from Sabbath to Sabbath,
all flesh shall come to worship before me,
declares the Lord.

The message is not just that God gathers us, but He gathers us to gather those around us. He reaches His arm out and sweeps up not just me and you, but all of those we love, our offspring, and our neighbors, and our communities by the simple act of allowing ourselves to be gathered.

The message of Isaiah from beginning to end is consistently –

People matter to God.

He will do anything to reach them. He will send us to the coastlands (v.19). He will have us go and fetch the brothers (v. 20). He’ll use planes, trains, automobiles, camels, sheep, mustard seeds, pastors, teachers, and any other person, place, or thing to get to His people (v. 20). Day by day, He is faithful. From workday to rest, He is available and ready and willing to meet with us and seek with us. He will not desert us now, dear sister. He will not desert us now.

We need to Go.

Go…

He uses any means necessary to get to us

Go…

and use any means necessary to get to Him – Bible study, worship, relationship, conversation

Go…

and use any means necessary to reach the world

Go…

let them know, let all flesh know what you know

Go…

loved, honored, encouraged, held, entrusted

Go…

worshiping, giving glory, lifting high, offering up the good, the hard, the daily.

I wonder what message of Isaiah sticks with you the most? Which one is stickiest in this season of your life? Which one reminds you of your priceless worth in Him and His love for every soul walking on this earth?

Beloved

Ransomed

Child

Redeemed

Clay

Sought Out

Gathered

The message that sticks out to me the most is this: I am loved.

God says it flat out in Isaiah 43:4 –

Because you are precious in my eyes,
    and honored, and I love you…

And if I keep that to myself, I will be gathered, and He will continue to gather, but what woman out there needs to know? What woman has never heard that they are loved…with a love that never gives up, that never quits, and never lets go?

We need to Go.

I’d rather be a part of the gathering, girls. Because when I look around me, it breaks my heart to know that even one woman, one young girl, one precious child of God would cross my path without knowing the message that I know.

He Calls Me Loved.

Go Loved, girls.

Go Loved.

 

Exploration:

What message from Isaiah was the stickiest for you?

Who in your life are you a part of gathering with the message of God’s Love?

Let’s do this. Let’s gather. Share the photo on today’s blog, with a message you learned in Isaiah that stuck, and an offer of conversation. This can be public, like on social media or you can utilize the pdf below to share our free printables with individuals in your life, even just one. Whatever you choose, let them know that He Calls Them Loved.


 

He Calls Me Loved free printables