Monday, October 31, 2022

The Mysterious Spot

(by Lorie Codispoti)

One day I noticed an oval shaped spot on the seat of my husband’s recliner in the den. It looked like some kind of oil. But that wasn’t the biggest mystery.
The thing that had me scratching my head (for weeks) was that this strange spot kept reappearing. Every week I noticed a new spot in the same location on his chair. I’d clean it one week, only to find it was back again the next. I was completely baffled.
If I was a superstitious person I’d of been sufficiently creeped out. But I’m not. I knew there had to be a logical explanation, so the super sleuth within went to work investigating this strange phenomenon. (I may not have a forensic lab at my disposal, but Sherlock would have been impressed with my observation skills.)
Did I eventually solve the mystery, you ask?
You betcha!
I was right about the oil, but the day I discovered how it was being transferred to the seat of John’s chair was the day I stopped trying to clean it off.
You see, every Saturday my dear husband spends the entire day in his office studying and preparing to preach on Sunday. I try to keep the house quiet and myself from interrupting him, but I needed to do a load of laundry one Saturday and that meant walking through the den to get to the laundry room. As I did, I noticed something I will never forget. John was kneeling at his recliner with his head on the seat. He was so deep in prayer that he never heard or saw me passing through.
I was right in that the spot was oil, but if I had not seen his forehead pressed into the leather on his chair, I’d of never guessed that this was the source of the mysterious spot.
“The measure of a man is not so much how tall he stands but how low he kneels.” (J. Otis Yoder)
Now, each time I pass John's recliner I’m reminded of the godly man who faithfully seeks the Lord’s guidance and blessing on behalf of those he ministers to each week. It has left an indelible mark that can never be erased.
Jesus said, “And when you pray, you shall not be like the hypocrites. For they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the corners of the streets, that they may be seen by men. Assuredly, I say to you, they have their reward. But you, when you pray, go into your room, and when you have shut your door, pray to your Father who is in the secret place; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.” (Mtt.6:5-6)
I’m pretty sure that there were no leather recliners in the rooms that Jesus referenced, but if there were I bet they’d all have defining prayer spots.

Monday, October 17, 2022

A Shepherd And His Sheep

(by Lorie Codispoti)
I have no experience with sheep. None. In fact, my interaction with all things ewe related can be summed up by saying that I’ve owned a few scratchy sweaters, tasted their milk, and eaten mutton for dinner (once). That’s it!
But there’s something about the imagery of a shepherd and his sheep that captures both my attention and my affection. I’m drawn to it in Scripture, and in the way an artist paints the pastoral scenery.
I’m not alone.
While this affection continues to be resident among modern day believers, it can also be traced back to the ancient Christians who found refuge in the catacombs of Rome. These caves were not only places for believers to bury their dead, but safe havens for them to gather and worship. The walls served as a blank canvas for these new believers to express their newfound understanding and love for the One who called Himself their Good Shepherd.
What is it about the image of a shepherd caring for his sheep that draws our hearts?
I’m pretty sure it’s connected to the nature of God, the nature of man, and the relationship between the two.
In the Old Testament, God likens Himself to something the nomadic herdsmen would have understood - a Shepherd. And throughout this book we see multiple prophets use the imagery to point to the promised Messiah. Then in the New Testament Jesus describes Himself as our Shepherd. He uses the metaphor in His parables, and also when commissioning His disciples to become like Him and care for His flock.
Sheep are drawn to a good Shepherd, not only for guidance, provision, and protection, but because the shepherd promises to never leave them. It’s His love put on display by His continual, faithful presence that enables the sheep to love, trust, and follow Him.
The more I learn about the characteristics of a good shepherd, the more I understand and love mine.
At the end of the day, ancient shepherds would corral their sheep inside folds made of stone walls. They would stand at the opening, where they touched and counted each animal as it entered the fold. When each one was accounted for he would lay his own body across the opening. There was no door to close so the shepherd became the door. Nothing could get to the sheep without going through him. (Do you have chills yet?)
“Then Jesus said to them again, “Most assuredly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. All who ever came before Me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not hear them. I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.” (Jn.10:7-9)
The more I learn about the characteristics of sheep, the more I understand myself.
We’ve often heard that sheep are stupid animals, but that’s not true. Sheep have a strong flocking instinct that not only allows them to band together against predators, but research shows that they can remember a familiar human face and they know the look of their fellow woolies. One study suggests that they are as good as humans at distinguishing faces in a crowd. This tells me that they have the ability to identify an imposter - a “wolf in sheep's clothing.” The foolish sheep are the ones who make themselves vulnerable by going against their instincts, thinking they can find greener pastures on their own.
Voice recognition is a key to survival for sheep. The shepherd calls each one by name and they know his voice. They will not follow any other.
“…the sheep hear his voice; and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. Yet they will by no means follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.” (Jn.10:3-5)
The more I study Scripture the more I learn about what my relationship to the Shepherd looks like.
I think most of us can recite portions, if not all, of the 23rd Psalm. Throughout the ages, believers and non-believers, alike, have found comfort in this universal Psalm. What some may not realize, however, is that King David wrote this passage as he was looking back over his life. He’s reflecting on the relationship He has had with His Great Shepherd, from the time he was a boy herding his father’s sheep to the time he was a wealthy king.
David not only acknowledges his need as a sheep, but He points out the immutable characteristics of a good Shepherd. His care, guidance, provision, and protection are predominant throughout the passage.
There’s so much I could share about the treasures buried within these verses, but the relational aspect I want to highlight is found in one word: “path.”.
“He leads me in paths of righteousness” (vs.3b).
In the original text David is saying that God leads him in literal round paths. (From our western perspective and English translations, we can miss key points in the text.)
When you visit the wilderness where David was a shepherd boy you can still see the ancient paths carved into the steep hillsides, where the shepherds led their flocks to green pastures. And what you see is not a straight path from bottom to top, but paths that went around the hills. The path was long and tiresome, but any other way would have led to tragedy.
Shepherding hasn’t changed much in that area of the world, and the way God shepherds us hasn’t changed either. He is still leading us the long way around.
Why?
Because a relationship isn’t nurtured in the short cuts that we try to take.
We learn who God is - a loving Shepherd who loves, guides, provides, and protects His sheep, all while never leaving them to navigate life and fend for themselves.
And we learn who we are - sheep whose strength comes from recognizing the Shepherd, knowing His voice, and banding together to follow Him.
The Good Shepherd will sheer us of our heavy, dirty, old garments, and cloth us in His righteousness. It's how He leads us on this path of life. And after the long and arduous journey, when we finally reach our destination, we will have procured an intimate relationship with the One who fulfilled His promise to never leave us.
Won’t you join the fold? Let’s follow Him into eternity together.

Saturday, October 1, 2022

About Death

(by Lorie Codispoti)

Did you know that daisies have an average lifespan of seven to ten days? For those of us who enjoy them the only consolation is that these perennials will rise again next year.
The Bible compares our earthly existence to the fleeting lifespan of a flower (Psa.103:15, 1Pet.1:24). It’s “here today and gone tomorrow,” as the song goes. Compared to the vapor that James likens it to (Jms.4:14), I’d say a flower is pretty generous. (A nod to the octogenarians among us.)
This life is short and death is a reality that no one can argue and everyone wants to to escape. It’s the great equalizer that levels the ground in every graveyard and stamps an end date on each headstone.
What do you think about death?
Everyone has a theory on what will save them from the inevitable, but do any of their suggestions really offer a plausible solution to the problem of death? Whether you are a Christian, agnostic, atheist, pagan, or something else, you adhere to some kind of belief about death.
According to one poll, 54% of Americans said they didn’t spend much time thinking about death. But, when you consider that the stakes are eternal, maybe it would be wise to spend some time considering the location of your forever home.
Humans are eternal beings living in a temporary body.
That means that where you live now is going to change, and the last piece of real estate you will inhabit on this earth is your coffin. Think about it, because the way you live between locations is a direct reflection of what you believe.
The writer of Psalm 49 must have pondered the subject deeply. He found it interesting enough to begin his discourse with a riddle about life and death.
He interjects wisdom as he makes plain the not so easily understood enigma of death. His realistically grim picture is painted this way: “Like sheep, they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them…” (vs.14). He’s saying that no matter who we are - wise, foolish, rich, poor - we all die. It’s the inevitable truth that looms over every human being, and none of our material wealth can be used to either ransom another’s life or buy ourselves more time.
There’s nothing we can do to save ourselves!
The mystery of death is dark and scary, but the psalmist points out the only thing that has the ability to save us when he says, “But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave, for He shall receive me.” Christians know that death is merely a portal to the afterlife. The grave is not our final destination. The incarnate Christ paid the ransom to redeem us. Through the work of the cross, He and He alone seized death’s power over us, securing the authority to control our eternal destiny.
How should we then live?
If you are a Christian then you know that we die twice. The first death awakens us to the brevity of this life and reshapes our thinking on how to live out the remainder of our days, and the closer we get to the second death the more focused we become on what really matters.
Theologian and philosopher, Francis Schaeffer, was an agnostic who was radically transformed after reading the Bible. Schaeffer’s first death changed the trajectory of his life and he spent the rest of it communicating that the way we interpret reality will determine how we live.
“I’ll be there in a minute!”
It’s the excuse we’ve all used when we’re not ready to stop doing one thing in order to comply with another.
Nobody likes to think about death, but what if your clock is wrong and all you have is a minute? With only seconds before death comes knocking at your door with an eviction notice, will you use the same excuse the rich man did in Luke twelve? Confident in all that he had amassed, he thought he had plenty of time to “eat, drink, & be merry.” God responded by calling the man a fool because he had no idea that he was going to die that very night.
I guarantee that if you had a terminal illness, thoughts of your mortality would move from the back of your mind to the forefront.
One palliative care nurse reports that all of their patients fall into one of two categories: those who focus all their energy into beating the odds of their illness, and those who opt to reflect on their lives and pour themselves into their loved ones. The thing they have in common is the sobering reminder that their clock is about to stop and their life is about to end. What they do with the time left becomes their focus.
Did you know that daisies have a mind of their own - that no matter where they are planted they bloom facing the sun?
Be that flower!
The one whose clock tells her that every second of this short life matters. The one who determines to fix her eyes on the Son, knowing that the day is coming when she will be uprooted and death will no longer be a part of life. Be the flower who is confident that the clocks in heaven measure time by the Son who promises that His flowers are neither perennial nor annual, but eternal.
Be the soul who pushes up the daisies when your grave uproots death and puts it to sleep forever.