Three Ways We Can Blossom Together

By Hayley Mullins

“Bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God.”
Colossians 1:10

That’s our goal as Christians, yes? We want the truth of the gospel that God has put into our hearts to grow up into something beautiful. We want to know Him more so we can look more and more like Jesus. We want His Word and His Spirit to change our hearts, so we can be more and more beautiful.

We want the beauty of our lives to point each other to the beauty of Jesus! But how?

Here are three ways we can point each other to Jesus:

 

1. In our suffering, we can comfort.

I’ve lost track of how many funerals I’ve been to. Between the ages of nine and eighteen, I went to the funerals of five of my grandparents and a great aunt. It was a difficult season for my family, to say the least.

In each situation, the pain was acute. I watched my parents weeping. I helped as I could by sorting through possessions and watching younger siblings during hospital visits. I grieved at holidays when we remembered that the person who held up a tradition was no longer with us. Each person who died, even the ones with whom we had rocky relationships, left an unfillable hole.

You have grief, too. We all do. But God can use that grief.

In high school, after many of the funerals, two of my best friends lost grandparents very suddenly. I happened to be reading 2 Corinthians at the time and ran across these verses:

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”
2 Corinthians 1:3–4

I learned that all the losses had a purpose—so I could be there to comfort my friends. God has helped me as a young adult to continue doing that. He has given me comfort to give others. That’s His goodness! Suffering you experience is an opportunity to run to the Father and be comforted. And others’ suffering is an opportunity to share God’s comfort. Your suffering is a commission. Because you’ve suffered, you’re a messenger of hope and comfort to a world without hope and full of false comforts.

God comforts you; you comfort others.

Look around—there may be someone in our church or your neighborhood that would benefit from the comfort you experienced in your own suffering. Your suffering is not the end of the story. God is in the business of exchanging our sorrows for joy and making our suffering into a beautiful garden of His grace.

2. When we sin, we can confess.

One of my best purchases ever was a weighted blanket.

I bought it to help with my anxiety, and I keep it on my bed, where it does what it’s designed to do: provide a sense of safety and security in the evening hours.

Now imagine if I got so attached to that blanket that I carried it around everywhere. I’d probably lose a few pounds with the effort (it’s heavy!), but it would keep me from moving freely. Every step would be a burden. I’d stop doing some of my favorite things. Playing the piano is pretty impossible if you can’t raise your arms. Hugging my loved ones, cooking, and even getting a book off the shelf would become a burden.

Likely, I’d stop being as social, out of love for the blanket. People in my life would get pushed away because I’d be embarrassed by being continually wrapped up like a child and because I wouldn’t want to get worn out by the weight on me. And there are the consequences of having people close to me. Maybe someone would call me out about it. Maybe I’d have to give it up. Maybe I’d be made fun of. Nope. I’ll just stay in bed with this cozy blanket. It’s much safer.
Ridiculous, yes, but sometimes we are like this with our sin.

Here’s a hard truth: sin often makes us feel cozy.

We can believe that we’re safer holding onto it or hiding out with it than confessing to someone and admitting we need help!

Sin isn’t a weight that we’re meant to carry. We’re supposed to leave it at the cross. But sometimes, we need help to get to Him.

That’s why James told us to “confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed” (James 5:16).

My blanket, as great as it is, isn’t a substitute for flesh and blood people. Sometimes a hug or a shoulder to cry on is better—especially if they point me to Jesus! A blanket can’t do that! In the same way, the false refuge of hiding in our sin keeps us from the joy of being really known and cared for and prayed for.

We wrap ourselves in shame and fear; the weight of our sin keeps us from others; we keep ourselves from the healing that comes from confession. We need each other when we’re struggling with sin, which is all the time.

Sometimes that means we have to be vulnerable and put down our blankets. We have to let God wrap us in His forgiveness and the prayers of others instead. That’s the way to help each other grow.

 

3. Through our service, we can teach.

We all have different roles in the Body. Some of us are greeters; some serve by cleaning the church or making meals. Some of us play the piano, and some of us simply talk and listen to people. But no matter your gifting, you’re a teacher. Pastor Peter and the elders and the Sunday school teachers aren’t the only ones who teach!

Rubbing shoulders with and doing life with other believers is a great way to teach. Think about it. Who have you learned the most from? Our pastor? Your grandma who taught you recipes and simply trusting Jesus? A mentor at work? A friend who simply showed you a new way to do something?

Teaching can be knowing Hebrew and Greek, but it’s also helping a young person navigate dating. It’s putting a hand on someone’s shoulder when they’re suffering. It’s showing up with a meal and a smile to a new mom. It’s whatever we do to help others know the word of Christ—and do it!

It’s like taking a bath. You can wash yourself with a sponge and get sort of clean, or you can jump in the tub and get completely wet. Ephesians 5:26 tells us that Christ cleans and sanctifies us “by the washing of water with the word.”

There are lots of ways to get wet with the Word, but we need more than just a “sponge bath” on Sunday—though preaching is important! We need to get soaked. This means taking personal time in the Word, but it also means spending time with other believers, watching how they love their neighbors, live with wisdom, and teach their families This is a crucial way to get drenched in the Word.

As Colossians 3:16 says, “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.”

Whether older or younger, you have a role in teaching and learning. By simply living by faith, you are helping others become more and more like Jesus.

So how do we help each other become more beautiful in Jesus? We comfort in suffering, we confess our sins, and we teach as we serve.

A closing promise for you from Philippians 4:9: “Practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”

This devotional was given at our 2020 ladies’ spring gathering. The content was adapted from Hayley Mullins and Erin Davis, Living Out the One Anothers of Scripture: A 30-Day Devotional (Niles, MI: Revive Our Hearts, 2020).

Beauty, a poem

By Lena Wallace

Some people think Beauty is
Youth
Perfection
Flawless skin
Shining locks of hair, no gray to be seen
Perfect health
Perfect makeup
Perfect smile
Perfect body, smooth, shining…
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know elderly women
Who wear their gray hair like silver crowns
Their days of youth are over,
Their days of life waning
But they never let that stop them from loving.
They teach students in classrooms,
Gifting their years of wisdom to young minds.
They are no longer young and pretty and full of energy,
But they are venerable queens,
Beautiful, radiant, with smiles that light up a room
And they are loved by all who know them.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know a woman
A mother of eight
She struggles with teaching her children
Maintaining a healthy weight
Loving her husband
To those who don’t know her, she doesn’t seem much,
But to those who know her and love her
She is flawless, radiant, kind, always willing to love
And help those in need.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know two little girls
Adopted from China by a loving family
They each have different forms of cerebral palsy
They struggle to adjust, to be brave,
But they are brilliant and loving, incredibly sweet,
And they have radiant smiles for all they meet.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know a girl
Young and radiant, but insecure about her appearance,
Her hair
Her face
Her weight
But her smile is brilliant, her heart is true, and she is fiercely loyal to her friends.
Her eyes light up when she laughs, and it is dazzling.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know a girl
Struggling with fear, anxiety, depression
She fears so much, she tries to cover it
She doesn’t sleep much, she hides the dark circles
She loves so much, but she fears to be hurt again.
But when she laughs, her face is radiant, even through the fear and pain.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know a young woman
Quiet and thoughtful
She doesn’t like attention,
She doesn’t want to make a big deal out of things
But she will talk with you for hours
About life, struggles
Loves and fears
Joys and tears
A mentor to the downcast, with a beautiful heart.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know a young woman
Small in stature
Plain in looks
But strong in heart
Though she is small, she is mighty
Her smile is dazzling, her voice divine
She is a hard worker and a solid friend
If you fall she will pick you right back up again.
Do you know what Beauty is?

I know a woman
Mother of seven
She often gets exasperated with her children, husband, friends, and for good reasons, usually
But she is always willing to serve
To find someone a place to stay
To cook them a meal
To comfort the grieving, laugh with the joyful.
She gives love to all, and sometimes feels
Overwhelmed
Underaccepted
But she is loved by all, and she keeps her household running and her children safe.
She is my mother, and she is a queen among women.
Do you know what Beauty is?

Beauty is not a perfect face
Beauty is not a flawless body
A person’s worth is not counted by appearance
Value is not measured by
Your hair
Your body
Your mental state
Your physical health
Your skills
Your flaws
Beauty is what one does
Beautiful is what one’s heart is
Beauty is measured by those who love you
Not by strangers
Not by the media
Not by standards too high to reach
Beauty is measured by
Love.

Learning From Stories: 2016 Ladies’ Tea Devotional

By Elizabeth Sunshine

I was honored to be asked to lead a devotional at the 2016 MCPC women’s tea on the topic of “books.” I asked my dad for suggestions, and he pointed me to Ecclesiastes 12:12. “My son, beware of anything beyond these. Of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.” As a grad student, I can confirm that the verse is very true. In fact, I’d consider putting it on t-shirts for my classmates. But I didn’t think that’s what the event’s organizers had in mind, so instead I focused on the ways books in general and fiction in particular have influenced my life. I chose this because the value of reading non-fiction for spiritual growth can be relatively obvious. The influence of stories is more subtle but no less real.

We get a hint of the importance of stories in the structure of the Bible. Though we think of it as one book, the Bible is actually many books in many different genres. It contains theological treatises (such as Romans), law codes, also poetry, prophecy (in both prose and poetry) and lots of narratives. Stories take up a large percentage the Bible, and while many of them are history, Jesus’ parables are a kind of fiction. God uses this huge variety of forms to communicate to us because different types of writing speak to our experiences in different ways and affect us differently. And if God considers stories a helpful way of communicating truth, so should we.

One of the first things the Bible tells us about human beings is that we’re made in the image of God. We find this out in the first chapter of the first book of the Bible. At that point, all we’ve been told about God is that He created everything and did it by speaking. Authors, like their Creator create using words. So every time we pick up a book we should recognize that God’s image is being expressed. Of course, that doesn’t mean that everything in every book is good. Authors are also fallen, so we need to read any book with discernment. But we should give thanks to God for the amazing privilege of being made in His image and for the joy we gain from seeing the ways authors intentionally or unintentionally reveal His image in them.

Stories can aid our spiritual growth by helping us develop empathy. They let us get inside the head of someone different from us and understand the world as they experience it. This in turn can help us understand the real people who have had similar experiences. When you meet someone on the street, you don’t know what they’re thinking or their backstory. But when you read a book, the author often tells you that, which makes it easier to understand and relate to the characters.

Fiction is also a huge source of encouragement for me, something my parents taught me at a young age. When I was 10, my parents took my family to Europe for several months, and we traveled to Hungary. We took a night train into Budapest and transferred to another train that would eventually take us to the town where we would be staying. The schedule said the train would have a snack car, so my parents planned on eating breakfast on the train. As the train left the station, a blizzard hit our area. It was then that we discovered the train had little to no heat. My brother and my father walked along the train looking for the snack car. Snow blew upward between holes in the floor of the passages connecting different cars. One bicycle car was covered with ice because the door was opened. My dad tried to close it, but it was jammed. To quote my father, “the bathrooms looked like they hadn’t been cleaned since the fall of Communism” (this was 1999). My father and brother reached the end of the train, but there was no snack car. So my brother and I sat in the compartment bundled up in our coats while my mom fed us gummy bears that she had found in her purse. We had been reading The Hobbit as a family, so my dad said, “Bilbo Baggins describes adventures as ‘nasty, unpleasant things that make you late for breakfast.’ That means we’re having an adventure.” Suddenly, I was excited because I was on an adventure. I was still cold and hungry, but I wasn’t miserable because I saw my predicament differently.

I still draw on Tolkien for encouragement and inspiration, especially when life seems overwhelming. Tolkien does a great job depicting both genuine good and genuine evil and helping us recognize the difference. He also shows us ordinary people, like the Hobbits, standing up against this evil and making a difference. Good stories aren’t just a way to escape from the evil in the world. They’re a picture of what we can do, and they can provide motivation to take risks and do things that may be frightening. G.K. Chesterton once said, “Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.” The problems that face the heroes in fairy tales are symbols of the evil in the world. And when we see characters in stories slaying their dragons, it can encourage us to stand up and face our dragons.

We’re all busy, so I’m sure many of you don’t have much time for reading. But when you do encounter stories, either in books or in movies, I think it’s helpful to think about them and draw lessons or encouragement from them. I’d also like to encourage you to give thanks to God for the gift of books and the way He can use books of all kinds to make us more like Christ.

Finding Joy in Christmas

A Facebook post from Rachel Jankovic (12/9)…

I can’t imagine that in 20 years when my kids get together they will look back in joy on the year Mom finally figured out a way to keep the snow clothes tidy. A bunch of adults sitting around, “Remember that year when everything was clean before Christmas? That was the best! I hope we can do that for our kids this year!” Somehow doesn’t ring true, does it?

It is as though when I become stressed about the home, my kids don’t become stressed about the home- they become stressed about me, and any joy a clean home would have given gets swallowed up in that. But when I lay that all aside and rejoice in the mess, in the kids, in the crazy boxes that don’t stop coming from Amazon- my kids rejoice in all that their hearts want to naturally, and in me too.

The kids will remember the diving into new Lego sets and not the little plastic baggie carnage and the random tiny ninja swords that show up everywhere. They will remember eating candy canes without a care and not the tiny shards of stickiness after. They will remember a home full of excitement, and joy, and anticipation over the birth of our Savior. And I hope they remember their mother, in the middle of it all laughing. With a mad baby in the Ergo, trying to pick up laundry with her toes and wrap gifts with her teeth. I hope they remember a Merry Christmas! All of it!