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Many are saying of me, "God will not deliver him." But you are a shield around me, O Lord; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.

We receive messages about ourselves from the important people in our lives. We internalize these messages and carry them with us, repeating them to ourselves as if they were gospel truth. When the messages are shaming messages then the internal chorus chants "You are not lovable. You are beyond repair. Even God cannot help you."

This chorus is a chorus of lies. The psalmist rejects these lies. And we need to begin to reject these lies as well.

The Lord is a "shield around me", the psalmist says. A shield protects. It comes between the blows of an enemy and a person's vulnerable places. Most shields are small and can only protect a limited area from attack. But the shield which the Lord provides completely surrounds us. We can let this shield protect us from these attacking messages.

The psalmist also says that the Lord "bestows glory on me and lifts up my head". Heavy burdens of shame, neglect and abuse have bowed our heads. The Lord listens, pays attention and cares about us. God's love counters the voices of our internal shame-chorus so that we can lift our heads. God replaces our shame with glory. It is a picture of a ragged, neglected child whose head is bowed and shoulders are bent. A king sees the child and goes to him. The king gently lifts the child's chin until his eyes meet his own smiling eyes. He asks the child to come home and live as royalty with him. The child is loved, honored, protected. You are the child. God lifts your head and bestows glory.

God help me to stop listening to lies about you.
Help me to stop listening to lies about me.
Be a shield around me.
Bestow glory.
Lift up my head.
Amen.

Copyright Dale and Juanita Ryan
National Association for Christian Recovery

BE HOLY.
BE A MAN.

 
 
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I've always wondered what it would have been like to be present at Jesus' crucifixion.    I wondered if I would have joined the disciples and disappeared.  Or would I be like the only disciple, John, who stayed to witness Jesus death.

I was fortunate to be granted the opportunity to see Jesus being crucified.  However, having been a participant in the Easter Musical, I became, at times, a little complacent about Jesus' crucifixion.  It became a matter of rehearsal and the actor playing Jesus was a friend.  However, one practice, I was struck with the reality of Jesus' compassion and love, how He died for me.  

I walked onto stage and Jesus was on the cross.  I looked up and just at that time, Jesus was looking down at me.  I forgot that this man was an actor and my friend.  I felt transported to the time that Jesus' was actually on the cross.  I felt so overwhelmed.  Jesus was looking at me and I was the only person there even though the stage and the audience was filled with people.  

It was Jesus and me.

Nevertheless, I  was overwhelmed by two competing emotions:  1) I felt ashamed at my sin, and 2) I felt pure love.  I felt no condemnation.  A flood of tears came to my eyes and at that night's performance, I didn't have to pretend to cry.  My complacency vanished.


My tears were real.  

Jesus was real.  

My sin was real.  

The love I felt was real.

The forgiveness Jesus offered was real.


Salvation is real.


BE HOLY.
BE A MAN.