Without the applause…

There are so many needs to be met amongst the most destitute in our societies. There are animals that are neglected and the grannies left to fend for themselves— often disabled and on barely mentionable pensions. There are the homeless and hungry individuals by the thousands and then of course the general needs of society to maintain a liveable environment that has been totally run down by an uninterested government.

There are also many helping hands and willing community members who believe that it is their duty as fellow humans to meet these needs or play a part in doing so for those so much less privileged than most of us are.

To do so with the sole objective of helping to make another’s life a little more bearable is a beautiful thing. To do so for applause is a little less so.

We are all on some form of social media, whether it’s the now old-fashioned Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, or Threads. I’m sure that many like me have reels popping up daily of do-gooders performing acts of kindness. I’ve watched as people have food, clothing, materials to build a dwelling place, and even petrol handed to them. The gratitude is filmed, the hugs, the tears, and the overwhelming thank-yous along with the dozens of hashtags! The recipients’ faces are usually in full view of the camera lens…

All good, right?

I’m not too sure about that.

I’ve often wondered how it must feel to be the person on the receiving end of the donation with a phone camera recording every emotion for a content-hungry world to devour. Are they ever asked to redo the scene because it didn’t look as dramatic as the “influencer” wanted it to?

I read in the Bible that we are not to put our good deeds on display as our reward from God will be replaced with the reward of admiration from our audience. Even back then with no iPhones to record their deeds on and no social media to receive all the “likes” and comments on, they were still warned about publicizing their acts of kindness!

I wonder what that reward looks like that we are so willing to give up for someone’s applause. I remember a song from the 80’s by Ray Boltz called “Thank You”. It’s about a guy who dreams he went to Heaven and there he met all the people whose lives he had knowingly and unknowingly changed with his generosity and acts of kindness. God speaks to him and shows him the rewards that have been collected for him because of these acts. The words are “GREAT is your reward”.

I don’t know about you, but I really love people. I love making a difference to them and letting them know above all that they are seen and valued by God Himself. 

I look forward to a reward, although the reward of seeing something change for the better in their lives is enough for now. I definitely do not want to lose out by settling for the immediate gratification of the world’s applause. I, like all my fellow humans, like to be seen. As all human beings, I also enjoy the sound of applause. The question is -would I exchange Gods approval for a couple of likes and thumbs up emojis? Absolutely not!

Think before you whip out your phone to film another’s hardship or turn on the front camera to film yourself as you swoop in to assist them. Think of how precious it would be to tell not a single soul about what you have done and to keep it just between you, the person who was blessed by you, and God who saw it all and was so pleased with you. A special secret that you can relish all by yourself!

The most generous people I know tell nobody what they have done or given. In fact, if you ask them about an incident where they did something amazing, they brush it off and won’t discuss it. It’s enough for them that it was a ‘Mitzvah’ before God, and His approval is sufficient.

The left hand and the right hand do not need to know what each does. Let us keep busy bringing love to a hurting world, but let us go about our business quietly!

Examine your motives to make sure you’re not showing off when you do your good deeds, only to be admired by others; otherwise, you will lose the reward of your heavenly Father. So when you give to the poor, don’t announce it and make a show of it just to be seen by people, like the hypocrites in the streets and in the marketplace. They’ve already received their reward! But when you demonstrate generosity, do it with pure motives and without drawing attention to yourself. Give SECRETLY and your Father, who sees all you do, will reward you openly.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭1‬-‭4‬ ‭TPT‬‬

Mitzvah-Commonly interpreted it as “a good deed.” The term mitzvah comes from the root word tzavta, which means “connection.” What makes a mitzvah a mitzvah is its emphasis on action.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4GVxsMPwh9RflOcPSZP05W?si=ja8rRYBcRPeeVzyUdMmtTQ

Hourglasses and stopwatches.

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We all have a different perspective about the here and now. For some it’s the struggle of a daily existence of pain and suffering. Perhaps its dire poverty or a relentless illness or a difficult situation.

For some it’s the hope of the next good thing – what I will afford next year, the job I’ll have in 6 months, finishing  my studies in the foreseeable future or an upcoming event that we look forward to.

For some there’s a sense of satisfaction or full enjoyment of the here and now- how much they have, fame and popularity, possessions, influence and admirers.

For some others it’s the dread of another day, another week and another year of a draining reality, marriage or job- the endless daily battle they struggle to survive.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 says we have been created with eternity in our hearts, an understanding that there is more. 

There are those who look forward to the ‘more’ with a hope in their hearts and there are those who choose to ignore that this what we know right now is not the ‘be all and end all’. What’s here and now seems pretty good so why mess with it or question its longevity?

I remember when we were kids we used to love blowing soap bubbles outside and then trying to catch them. Inevitably these pretty bubbles popped as we touched them or even before. What was perfect and shiny became nothing before our eyes. Such are the beautiful shiny things in life – lovely and perfect until in the blink of an eye they are gone. In the same way, wealth, fame, popularity and even health can come and go in an instant.

What lies beyond the stuff we carry in our perfectly orchestrated or severely flawed lives?

That for me is where the hope of an eternity is a reminder of how temporary our lives and our pleasures here on earth are. 

In the well known song by Queen”Who wants to live forever “ there’s a line that says “What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us?”

I was reminded a few days ago of the suffering my mom endured for the past 7 years. 

For those 7 years it seemed like an eternity. Day in and day out she got weaker and more confused. Her physical and mental condition got so bad that that’s what we focused on. We forgot the beautiful and vibrant woman she was before and wondered if this would ever end. And then suddenly it was over and we could reminisce about the good old days before Illness took over.  What seemed like a lifetime of bad health at the time now seems like a blink of an eye. Her focus was always on her eternity. She didn’t live in terrible fear of what would happen here but looked past the worst possibilities to a glorious future that was promised to her. 

Some worship the god of ‘ME’ and some look to the God of forever. 

Whoever is on your altar, tomorrow is a sure thing. Make sure your worship is wisely directed. After all your future depends on it!

“I am convinced that any suffering we endure is less than nothing compared to the magnitude of glory that is about to be unveiled within us. All creation longs for freedom from its slavery to decay and to experience with us the wonderful freedom coming to God’s children. Troubles, pressures, and problems are unable to come between us and heaven’s love. What about persecutions, deprivations, dangers, and death threats? No, for they are all impotent to hinder omnipotent love, So now I live with the confidence that there is nothing in the universe with the power to separate us from God’s love. I’m convinced that his love will triumph over death, life’s troubles, fallen angels, or dark rulers in the heavens. There is nothing in our present or future circumstances that can weaken his love.” Romans 8:18, 21, 35, 38 TPT

“He has set the right time for everything. He has given us a desire to know the future, but never gives us the satisfaction of fully understanding what he does.” Ecclesiastes 3:11 GNT

New Every Morning

Take a look at this photo above. This is what I woke up to this morning…each day it amazes me that there can be such beauty in front of me to welcome in the new day.

Every day the clouds are a bit different, the mountain is highlighted slightly differently and the hues and shades of pinks and oranges that sweep like brushstrokes across the sky are unique to the winds and conditions of that particular moment.

Each day the sky is beautiful yet it is never identical to any other day.

Such are the mercies of God. Lamentations 3:23 which happens to be one of my favorite scriptures,tells us that His mercies are new every morning. Not the same as yesterdays mercies and not the same as tomorrows mercies. They are tailored to today’s needs and provide perfectly for them at my exact point of need.

Surely a God of such detailed creative ability who is able to paint His skies in such breathtaking ways is able to meet each need, adress every concern and minister to me in the midst of every form of anxiety that threatens my peace.

This same God, this Creator Extraordinaire , this very same loving Father is the safe One to whom I run and in whom I can hide.He alone is the One who encourages me to lift up my eyes to the mountains that are literally in front of me.

Sometimes those mountains represent challenges but today they represent the mighty and powerful Rock of ages from where my help comes from. David penned this so beautifully in Psalm 121.

These mountains that surround my view are a constant reminder that the rock that forms them is strong,sturdy and immovable- a place of safety,refuge and strength.

A few weeks ago we did a family hike up a mountain and the words of that very hymn became so real to me as we walked and had to hold on to the rocks to steady ourselves on the climb.

Rock of ages,cleft for me. LET ME HIDE MYSELF IN THEE!

In Psalm 61:2, God calls us to come when we are weak and discouraged to the Rock that is higher than us- that Rock who is Christ also encourages us to build our lives on Him and not on shifting sands that are unstable and always moving in random directions.

This has become a physical reminder to me in the last week as I have struggled with a balance issue. That feeling of being on unsteady ground as the world spun around me was perhaps the reminder that I’ve needed to replant that which I hold dear in Him who is always faithful, always trustworthy, unchanging and constantly present.

Gods unrelenting ways of letting me know His ever present help were revealed to me once again as I lay helpless on my bathroom floor and the phone of the paramedic attending to me rang- her ringtone was the beautiful Song of Ascents by Hillsong Worship. Please have a listen to the lyrics in the link below.

My prayer for you today is that you too will find your strength, balance and hope in this God, and plant your feet on this steady and safe place. There is no better place to be!

“I look up to the mountains— does my help come from there? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth! He will not let you STUMBLE ; the one who watches over you will not slumber.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭121‬:‭1‬-‭3‬ ‭NLT‬‬

From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering ROCK of safety, for you are my safe refuge, a fortress where my enemies cannot reach me. Let me live forever in your sanctuary, safe beneath the shelter of your wings!
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭61‬:‭2‬-‭4‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Good Friday thoughts

Imagine a list of every single sin, every crime, every stronghold, every disease, every condition of the body, mind and spirit of all mankind from Adam to the very last person to walk this earth.

Now imagine one person taking all that on Himself.

To die on a cross in the time of Jesus was the cruelest and most torturous death that could ever be imagined. There was no respite from the agony until death finally took its trophy.

Now imagine a person being beaten , flogged until his skin came off in shreds, mocked, spat on and to top it all, having long thick thorns pressed down on his head until even that was bleeding profusely, probably dripping in his eyes blocking his vision. Then imagine walking up a rocky path to the top of the hill carrying a cross that weighed at least 40kg if He only carried the crossbar and up to 140kg if He was made to carry the whole cross. 

Once He was at the top the nails and the heavy hammer would come out. Each one between 12-18cm in length. They tapered to a sharp spike which was hammered into the victims hands and feet to make sure He was securely attached to the cross. The position of the arms stretched out and the chest dropping made every breath excruciatingly difficult. He would have had to try and raise himself up on his nailed feet to breath.

Imagine the horror of knowing as God Himself that this could and would go on for many excruciating hours until death mercifully took Him.

This victim knew no sin and had committed no crime and yet He let it go on and on until Hell had wrung out its very last bit of poison.

As each and every sin of each and every human ever created was put on Him,I am sure he asked “What else is there?”

For every crime and every disease put on Him, He would probably have asked this. Over and Over again. 

Hell rejoiced as His body weakened with every one of the sentences he bore. 

Adultery? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

Fraud? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

Lying? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED

Mockery? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED

Pornography? Got it. Tetelestai.It is FINISHED.

Theft? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

Murder? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

Rape? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED

Pride? Got it. Tetelestai.It is FINISHED

Self-righteousness? Got it. Tetelestai.It is FINISHED

Cancer? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

Alzheimer’s? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED

Motor Neuron Disease? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

Multiple Sclerosos? Got it. Tetelestai. It is FINISHED.

On and on the list went. Hell kept going back to see if they could come up with some more.

When they had fully wrung out every rag of sin, sought out every little crumb of filth and foulness and exposed every lie and deception Jesus cried out aloud IT IS FINISHED! I believe it was the endless lists of everything that Hell and its demons celebrate that had finally been exhausted and the Son of God dropped His chin and breathed His last breath.

Hell was emptied of every cache it had and the victory was about to be won 100-0. The temple curtain tore in two from the top to the bottom and the earth shook violently as God watched and was pleased. There could never be another filthy act or another devastating disease or condition that could steal eternity with the Father from anyone again. Accountability had been taken for each one.

Who is this man that He would do for us what nothing or nobody else could achieve for us?

What kind of love is this that He would die on behalf of each of us? Carry our strongholds, our arrogance and our denial of Him? How could He still love me after all that?

He left no stone unturned in paying for our redemption. No shortcut to weave him through the indescribable agony. He went the long way to ensure for once and for all that it really was finished.

The grave no longer had the victory and death no longer had its sting.

It was indeed finished. We get to choose to walk in freedom,sentence cancelled and case dropped.

Consider today that Tetelestai was for you.