Knit Together in Love

Community is heavily emphasized in the book of Colossians through the use of powerful imagery. Paul says in Colossians 2:2, “…that their hearts might be encouraged, being knit together in love…”

I don’t know much about knitting, but I have a close friend who does. She spends all year working on hats, scarves and blankets for those she loves. After all that labor she ends up with a wonderful gift that someone can enjoy and be warmed by for years to come.

What I have learned from her is that knitting is a slow, purpose-filled process. It costs time, energy and devotion to see it through to the end. Despite the process being slow and having to deal with a few snags here and there, it is one that she takes great joy in.

The bible says that God is the potter and we are the clay. But can’t that analogy also be applied to knitting? Aren’t our congregations, our Christian communities, being slowly knit together in love by God when we surrender our lives to Him?

By devoting ourselves to attending worship, bible studies, sharing prayer requests, providing encouragement, are we not sharing our lives with one another? The softening of our hearts and our willingness to be real with one another allows God to intertwine our hopes and prayers and experiences so that we are united in love.

Imagine God’s joy as He watches His people come together to worship Him and be close with one another? I image He takes great pleasure in making our bonds stronger so that we are one big blanket that provides warmth and security to one another and those around us.

How much warmth can be spread by a blanket? How much more by entering a congregation of God’s people knit together in love?

One Simple Thing You Can Do to Revolutionize Your Prayer Life

Sometimes when I sit down to pray, I have no idea what to ask for. It’s not as if my life is perfect and everything’s peachy. It’s just that there are so many things on my heart that my mind can’t begin to sort through and to lift them up to God in a coherent, meaningful way.

Recently prayer had gotten to be so difficult for me that I had gaping holes in what should have been a flourishing and daily conversation with God. I knew I should be praying way more than I was, but I let the fear of failure hold me back. I had tried too many times with little success to connect to God… so a tiny part of me kinda gave up.

I recently discovered a technique that changed everything. A technique that could help me sort through the clutter and make sense of my thoughts before I went to God. A technique so simple that I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before.

The idea stemmed from a habit I developed this past semester. Often during the school year I would get overwhelmed with juggling what seems to be hundreds of projects, reading assignments and social engagements. It would always be so refreshing to stop in the middle of whatever I was slaving over for ten minutes, open a new Word document amidst the 25 documents already open and just write down everything that needs to be done. This habit becomes more and more prominent during finals week when everything I do can be put onto one overwhelming list of “Things to do before the semester ends.”

It suddenly dawned on me one day, why don’t I use this for my prayer life? So I got out a fresh piece of paper and my favorite pen and set the timer for ten minutes. I went a bit over the time limit frantically jotting everything that was going through my head. Eleven minutes later, with a cramped hand and an empty brain, I was tempted to dive right into prayer. Instead, I opted to let the words sit there for a minute. I wanted to fully feel the effect of letting all my worries drain from my brain to scribbles on paper. I savored the feeling of a weight being lifted from my heart and meditated on nothingness for as long as I could stand it.

When I finally looked down again, all I saw was a long, messy list of random thoughts taking up both sides of a lined sheet of paper. My first thought was that I could never in a million years remember all of it in prayer.  It seemed that all I had accomplished in doing this exercise was taking my racing thoughts and displaying them somewhere concrete.

I quickly decided that the best way to do damage control was to break up my list into colored, relevant categories. For my own purposes during this session I placed them into “Praise,” “Worries,” and “Goals/Dreams.” These sections might be different for you and I’m sure they’ll be different for me tomorrow. They just seemed to best fit all of the information I had thrown onto the paper in a way that made sense to me.

Once I had done that I looked back on the highlighted colors and tried to gather the main themes from them. I found an empty space on the back of my paper and separated my three categories into columns. I then simplified my highlighted thoughts into a few bullet points for each section. That way, things were summarized a bit and didn’t seem like they would be as hard to remember or focus on during prayer.

Once my supplications were organized into simple but meaningful categories I was almost ready to approach God in prayer. But i gave myself about five minutes to just let it all soak in. I didn’t want to rush this. I had been rushing prayer during the in-between times of life and not giving God the full, thought out conversation He deserved. After all, the goal isn’t just to have a prayer life but to have a meaningful prayer life. Those, I have learned, are two very different things.

After I waited a little while, I somehow felt ready. It had been so long since I had been genuinely excited to talk to God. It had become a bit of a drudgery recently because I didn’t feel like I was “good enough” at it and I wasn’t coming back from my prayers feeling renewed or closer to Him.

But this time was different. I found a quite place and calmly addressed God in prayer. It was unbelievably easier than it had been in a very long time, simply because I had taken the time to write down all of my concerns, organize them into meaningful sections and then meditate on them before starting. Instead of rambling I was finally able to tell God what was really on my heart and sincerely thank Him for all that He was doing in my life.

Afterwords, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that I had finally been able to lift my concerns up to Him. Sometimes it just takes an extra step- organizing your thoughts onto paper- to get the message where it needs to go.

Being in the World, Not of the World

“And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” Romans 12:2

One Wednesday night my Dad led bible study at my church and posed a simple and familiar question to our congregation: What does it mean to be in the world but not of the world?

Physically, we cannot escape the world. Almost everything we do is dictated by our body’s ability and environment. We have to get up every morning for work or school, pay bills, plan out a future career and prepare for the next five or six decades we will spend on this earth.

But as Christians, we are expected to be “set apart” from those that surround us.

I always took this at face value. It meant things like staying away from the bar scene, abstaining from sex before marriage, and not associating with people who mock God.

That’s the direction I expected my dad, who had taught me these very things, to go with his lesson that night. I nestled down into the pew and got ready for my father’s familiar voice to solidify what I thought was the final word on what Paul had to say in his letter to the Romans.

I was a little startled when he instead began describing the night of my birth. Not knowing where he was going with this, my face reddened as the elderly people sitting near me turned and winked. I tightened up, waiting for the embarrassing anecdote he was sure to share at the expense of my ego.

To my surprise, he instead focused on himself. He described, in the best way one can, the experience of watching my mom bring new life into the world. He illustrated how a long labor makes the world feel incredibly small, that the only thing that exists is you and your wife in that room, battling nerves and excitement as your lives change forever. Then there’s a sense of calm and beauty after the storm. Staring into the face of your newborn creates a mystical, unforgettably warm experience, he explained.

His story took an odd turn as he described how weird it felt to go outside after I was born. Fresh snow was layering the ground and people were carrying on with their lives. It was perplexing to my father, whose life had just changed, to see the world carrying on as if nothing had happened. So immersed was he in his own life- changing moment that he temporarily forgot about the world right outside the delivery room.

That displacement was a result of allowing himself to slip into a world of his own. My dad’s entire focus was on my birth, my mom, and the future of his new family. Other stressors were completely tossed to the side, so being thrown back into the snowy outdoors required a bit of adjustment.

What my dad reminded our bible class that night, is that as Christians we all need moments when we are truly not of the world around us

Some days may be harder than others, nobody is perfect. If you are not used to spending this secluded time with God on a daily basis, it can certainly be intimidating. But that is the entire point of the transformation mentioned in Romans 12:2. Day by day, prayer by prayer, we are going through a transformation into something more Christ-like. Something not of this world.

I really like how C.S. Lewis penned this concept:

“[E]very time you make a choice you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different than it was before. And taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing into a heavenly creature or a hellish creature: either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and with its fellow creatures, and with itself.

 Each time we sit down with God’s word, we are choosing to make ourselves less involved in our earthly world and more involved with the realm of peace His word provides. It can be a boring, lifeless experience or as joyful and life-changing as bringing a new child into the world. It is up to us.