From Crazy to the Cross

A year or so ago CS Lewis and Dallas Willard both decided to follow me on Twitter on the exact same day. Here’s what I wrote about that experience:

“When Dallas Willard and CS Lewis both decide to follow you on Twitter on the same day. First, you enthusiastically follow them back. Then, you quickly dismiss the fact that both of those men aren’t really living on earth right now and for the briefest of moments you live in that fun place where they really truly did just follow you on twitter.”

Well, yesterday, CS Lewis asked folks to share if they have a “life verse” and, if they do, why this verse is important to them.  So, of course, when CS Lewis wants to know what my life verse is, I’m going to share it with him. 😉 

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. Heb 10:23- Because hope, it means everything.”

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Yesterday was also the four-year anniversary of my dad’s stroke. In an instant, my dad lost his ability to walk. He lost his ability to get out of bed or to use the bathroom all by himself. He lost his independence and became completely dependent on a caretaker.

It’s been a rough journey for my dad. He’s never been able to reach a place of acceptance or peace so when he started to lose his mind last year it was actually somewhat of a bittersweet gift to us, his kids.  He no longer chronically aches (like he once did) to go home. He no longer plots and schemes to break out of his “prison.” He no longer gets angry with us for not letting him go back to his house.

But, on the flip side, he can no longer remember that he and I talked on the phone yesterday. He can no longer remember I came home to visit him in the Spring.  He can no longer remember (consistently) that my mom (his wife) died 25 years ago. He mentions how people have come to visit him (people who haven’t been alive in years). He can no longer remember how to use a phone and insists that his phone is not his phone.

Nowadays, I must call or text his caretaker, Frances, to see how he is doing. Yesterday when I spoke to her she shared with me that when my dad woke up that morning he told her that he had died.

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A few weeks ago, I called Frances as I was driving home from work and she told me that my dad had been talking with God all day long.  As soon as she said this, my heart was filled with hope. My dad never talks to God.

After we hung up the phone I began to pray. Lord, nothing is impossible for You. I hope my dad was talking to you and I hope you were talking to him. No one is so far gone (not physically, not spiritually, not mentally) that God is unable to reach them.

“I once was lost, but now I’m found.
Was blind, but now I see.”

Could it be, Lord, in our lost minds, we are truly found?  Maybe the route to redemption is that ridiculous. Because Jesus has a track record of showing up right in the middle of crazy, right in the middle of impossible, right in the middle of our hopeless looking circumstances. He enters our chaos and invites us to calm. He enters our pain and covers us in peace.  In our gaping lacks we discover overflowing love

Speak to us, Lord.  Meet us in the crazy and offer us the cross.

And I will say it again and claim it again today:  “Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.”

New-Life
Could all that is lost ever be found?
Could a garden come up from this ground at all?
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us
All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You
~Gungor “Beautiful Things”

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