How Much We Are The Same

There is more than just an ocean between us.

Upon arrival in London, I was quickly reminded how different the English culture is from American culture. Before even leaving the airport I stopped and ordered a coffee and the darling asked, “white or black?”

The drive to the conference brought further reminders of the differences. Driving on different sides of the road, of course, drivers sitting in the passenger seat, plus a million language idiosycracies: Pants refers to underwear (thankfully I packed all skirts so I didn’t have to worry about referring to my pants!), the loo is the bathroom, food is nice if it’s delicious, you ring home instead of call home — nothing huge but just enough to keep me having to really concentrate during conversations. Put the accent on top of all that and I was sweating through every conversation.

So I’ll confess, the first few days here I just struggled to connect. Everyone was so gracious, open, welcome, humble, and completely receptive. They were inspiring and kind, but we just seemed SO different. It’s been five years since I traveled to a foreign country, and I just forgot how very different we all are! On top of all that, everyone at this conference is single, and we are, quite obviously, not. How often I just naturally talk and share about my kids, family life, marriage, Jeff.  Oh Lord, guard my tongue and keep me from saying something stupid!  Help me not to be offensive but help me to connect with these dear people.  I can hardly understand what they are saying — help me!

As the weekend progressed the Atlantic ocean seemed smaller and the space between us not quite so vast.  A few points of similarity I noticed that we, we all, do share:

  • We’re all waiting. Singles are not the only ones waiting. As Dr. Seuss says,

Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

And truly, we are all waiting for something in the natural realm. But even more so, we are all learning to wait on the LORD. Waiting on the Lord is one of the most integral parts of the Christian life, so Psalm 27:13-14 applies to us all:

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!”

  • We all battle fear and insecurity. I heard many women share their fears and insecurity about singleness. But I have heard many married women share precisely the same fears and insecurities, just manifest in different ways. We all need to be delivered from fear and set free to walk in confidence.
  • We all experience disappointment and heartache. We talked about disappointment and expectancy without expectation. We can all relate. Expectation has no gender or status preference. Anyone who has fear can be gripped by expectation.
  • We all, at times, feel un-chosen or un-loved. This was another common theme. Feeling unchosen. How gracious is our God that “He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before Him. (Eph 1:4).”  Every testimony we heard included evidence that God chooses His people and searches them out. We are chosen and loved by God.
  • We all face tremendous demands on our time. Moms are not the only ones who are strapped for time. We all are. We all face time crunches and busy days and hectic schedules. We all have the same need for rest. We all need boundaries.  We all need to learn to embrace slowness in order to see, really see.
  • We all live in a dark place. Yes, the UK is a dark place, spiritually. But we all live in a dark place because we all live in a corrupt and fallen world that is held captive under the sway of the evil one, “the prince of the power of the air”. But God (Eph 2:4). But God is not limited or defeated by darkness of any kind. It has been spiritually refreshing to be here. Lights shine beautifully bright.
  • We all receive the same measure of grace: More than enough. Isn’t this wonderful news!  It was common for some of the singles to feel that those who were married had some special grace or favor from the Lord. But John 1:16 tells us,

“And from His fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.”

We have all received His grace. From our married-ness? No, from His fullness. We are empty, He is full, and He has poured out grace, more than enough, into our lives.

All of us.

I am filled with respect and admiration for the single men and women who daily embrace this challenging call and glorify God during this season of their life. I doubly respect and admire them for bravely attending this conference!  It was obvious that this was a group of deep, quality, deeply devoted saints of God. We were humbled and blessed by their love and lives.

And reminded afresh how much we are the same.

Broken People Becoming Whole (A Happy Anniversary)

Eight years.

Who would have ever dreamed we’d spend our eighth anniversary flying from Scotland to England, taking in the beauty of the UK, looking back on God’s faithfulness at the Single-Minded conference and looking forward to four days by ourselves to take in the beauty and history of London? Really?! Are we really doing this right now?

The last time I was in London–eleven years ago–I was a different person.  Becoming Mrs. Jeffrey Patterson has only changed me for the better. We’ve had sweet spots and rough spots (and more spots to come!), but every spot has been good because God has been graciously making us look more and more like Jesus. You are His primary instrument in my life.

::You’ve given me confidence. Hands down this is the biggest way God has used you to change my life. Your unconditional love transformed me.

::You’ve given me grace. You’ve convinced me that it really is ok to just be me.

::You’ve steadied me. The roller coaster that was my life has smoothed out into a (fairly) level path.

::You’ve pushed me. You’ve stuck me to courage, made me do things that you know God has equipped me to do. You’ve believed in me, in God in me, when I have not.

::You’ve empowered me. Your belief has been contagious. I believe.

::You’ve seen the very worst of me and in me … and you’ve loved me through it all.

When I was here in London last, eleven years ago, I remember thinking, “It would be so amazing to return here someday with my husband.”  At that point I certainly had NO idea that husband would be you! But I’m so very grateful that God Broke My Heart and then, in His wisdom, put us all back together.

Broken people becoming whole. That’s you and me.

That’s grace.

So grateful for it. Happy anniversary.

2 Samuel 21: Make it right

I read an interesting and, quite honestly, rather disturbing portion of scripture this morning.  Second Samuel chapeter 21 gives an account of how David avenges the Gibeonites, righting Saul’s wrong.

There’s a famine in the land for two years so “David sought the face of the LORD,” basically saying, “Uh, something’s not right here. What’s going on?”  and the LORD said, “There is bloodguilt on Saul and on his house, because he put the Gigeonites to death.”

Now, the Gibeonites are a curious group.  When Joshua and his guys first inhabited the promise land, the Gibeonites got scared that they’d get wiped out, so they pretended to be from a land far far away, wearing old worn out clothes and bringing moldy bread, and asked the Israelites to make a treaty with them and deal kindly with them. The Israelites didn’t seek the Lord to ask His counsel, but made the treaty, and then and only then discovered that the rascals were their next door neighbors that the Lord had intended for them to destroy.

So, basically what they had done was agree to share their promised land with these tricksters for all time.  And because God honors a vow, the treaty would last for all time. Never were they to slaughter the Gibeonites. Well, Saul, who is famous for not following directions very well, had put some Gibeonites to death during his reign.  We’re talking a long time ago. David wasn’t even around then so it obviously wasn’t his fault.  So it kind of seems strange that God’s allowing this famine because of a sin that some dead king did a long time ago.  So David goes to the Gibeonites and asks them, “How can I make it right by you?” and they respond that they want some of Saul’s blood.

So, David agrees to avenge the Gibeonites by executing seven descendents of Saul.

Wait, what?

That’s the part that really trips me up.  So these seven men, grandsons of King Saul, who probably didn’t even know the guy that much, are executed because of some stupid thing their grandpa did? That’s harsh.  So I’m not going there, but the point seems to be that sin is a big deal, and often requires restitution.

Now we know we’ve been bought and redeemed by Christ, but I wonder if there is a principle here for us?  Because when David did that, and avenged the Gibeonites, it says, “And after that God responded to the plea for the land” v. 14.  Hm.

Who do I need to avenge?

I just wonder if maybe God thinks it’s important for us to be mindful of ways that we need to make things right.  So I prayed and asked God if there was anything I needed to make right, so that a spiritual famine would not take place in my life.

I was reminded of two things:  Jeff and I had decided to support some certain missionaries several months prior but then things got super busy and crazy, and I realized that we never followed through and called the mission agency.  That might seem small, but if those missionaries were counting on our contribution, we were essentially robbing them, not letting our yes be yes.  This passage showed me that in order to make it right, we should not just start now, but pay back the months we’d neglected.  In essence, righting the wrong we’d overlooked.

Secondly, God brought to mind a very difficult relational/business situation we’ve been in. The other person, through an amazing change of heart, chose to bless us.  We have an opportunity to make a pretty significant choice to bless her back, and in light of this passage, I think any measure is worth being upright before God and man.  Thankfully we don’t have to find anyone’s sons and have them hanged.

I know Old Testament passages like this can be confusing. I still don’t understand why God would let those seven men die for sins they didn’t commit. But I also know He sees stuff I don’t. But what I love is when those old dusty musty stories come alive with conviction and truth for today.  Because He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  And now I need to go, I have some checks to write, some ways to make it right.

[From the archives, May 2009]

Are there any things that come to mind that have perhaps slipped by that you can make right today? A follow up, a phone-call, the simple words, “I’m sorry”? It feels so good to keep a short account with God! Thanks for reading.


 

(in)courage — You: Entrusted, Never Skimmed

Greetings from the Scotland! It is a very exciting day, and I’m so thrilled you’re here to join us for it. Many thanks for your prayers for the Single-Minded conference in London this past weekend. God is ever-faithful and these blessed Brits have been gracious, eager, and inspiring in their faith. We arrived in Scotland last night and are enjoying time with some missionary friends in Glasgow and Renfrew.

We also have the joy of extended our virtual arms and embracing more sweet sisters over at (in)courage today. Will you bring your cup of coffee and come on over there with me today? Here’s a little glimpse of what we’re talking about … (Thank you, friends, for reading)

I confess, sometimes I skim.

When posts are really long, I’m breezing through the bold-ed lines. When I’m trudging through 2 Chronicles I’m employing my speed-reading skills and skimming those genealogies to the glory of God! No shame in that. In an information-overload world, we have to skim things to survive.

But what about when we’re the thing that’s skimmed? … [the rest over at (in)courage …]