Give Me What I Deserve!
My Uncle Larry and his family were missionaries in Zambia, Africa in the early 80’s. I was lucky enough to be able to visit them for three weeks while they were there, a trip that still impacts me to this day. Not long after my uncle moved to Zambia, someone tried to break in to break in their house. The robber was caught in the act. They had a big pit on the edge of their property where they threw their trash and then buried it. The robber didn’t know it was there and fell in it while running away. He apparently sprained an ankle badly because he couldn’t move.
Larry, with the help of a neighbor, took the robber to the Police. They had a trial on the spot and found the guy guilty. The penalty for breaking in to someone elses house was….THEY CUT OFF A HAND!!! My uncle did not know this and begged the Police not to do that. But this robber had been caught before and since it was a second offense, cutting off a hand was the only punishment available. The only way to avoid this was for my uncle not to press charges. Uncle Larry later said that he could not live with himself knowing he could have kept someone from losing a hand and didn’t. So my uncle dropped the charges even though the robber repeatedly asked that he be given what he deserved.
The next day the robber showed up at my uncle’s front door, still limping badly. He told them that he was now indebted to them and needed a way to show his gratitude for the mercy that had been shown to him. He said he wanted to work off the debt he now felt he owed. My uncle agreed and allowed the robber to be a gardener for his yard and to take care of the 15 fruit trees they had.
Fast forward several months. “Henry” the former robber, was still working for my uncle but not for free. Uncle Larry began to pay Henry from day one and continued this practice. In fact, they became friends and Larry eventually lead Henry to Christ. Henry cared for my relatives like no other. It was a relationship that started with grace and mercy that is hard to find now days.
If ever there’s a prayer I’m NOT praying it’s “Lord, give me what I deserve.” When you get right down to it, none of us deserve to even be alive. We certainly don’t deserve to have all the comforts of life. We certainly don’t deserve to be saved. By by His grace, He doesn’t give us what we deserve.
One Word That Describes You.
About four years ago I was in a church small group setting and we played a game. The game was to write down the first thing that comes to mind about each person in the room. When I started reading the comments about me from the eleven other people, I was a little surprised. I had: 1 “funny”, 1 “muffins” (long story), 2 “father/dad”, 1 “friend”, and 6 “Clemson/football/Sports”. That’s right. More than half of my friends in the room listed Clemson first.
Funny, friend, father, football…. all things to be proud of, right? Not when you consider what’s left out. “Christian” missed the cut. Not when you realize that more people related me to Clemson more than they did my wife, my kids, and especially my God. What a sad commentary on what I had made a priority in my life.
This exercise made me examine some things. Although I love sports and Clemson (as does my wife), I don’t want that to be the first thing that comes to someone’s mind when thinking about me. It’s no wonder it was that way. I even wore a tiger paw on a neck chain at that time. I replaced it that week with a cross made of nails. What if I had promoted Christ the way I had promoted the Tigers? How many times had I invited people to the game but not the church? How many times had I talked about the big play I had seen rather than the big things God had done in my life?
I’m still a fan. There is nothing at all wrong with that. But now it’s what I do, not who I am.
What about you? How would your closest friends describe you? How would you describe yourself?
He Knows My Voice
I’m working from home today. Trey has a runny nose and his daycare will not allow kids to come unless they are at 110% on the health meter. He is sitting over there in his play pin right now. Every now and then I have to just say something so that he knows I’m still in the room.
When my middle son (Collin) was born, he came into the world ticked off! We knew the moment he was out because he started screaming. Not a little cry, a scream. It was so loud that the medical folks in the room seemed a little caught off guard and immediately started their assessment of him rather than handing him to his mother first. One of the nurses ask me to talk to Collin so I said his name and said a few sentences and……..silence. It was a moment I will never forget. The moment he heard me speak he stopped crying and turned his head in my direction.
Trey, at nine months old, can’t talk yet. But he can pick my voice out of a noisy crowd. It’s familiar to him. He recognizes it. I have gone into his daycare room before without him seeing me. I’ve stood at the door and just started speaking quietly. When he hears my voice he will almost dislocate his neck trying to find me in the room.
I want to be like that with God. I want to be so familiar with His voice that I can hear it at any time, regardless of where I am or what the surroundings are like. I want His voice to be programmed into my memory so much that I would have recognized it even if it was the first voice I had ever heard. I want to hear it to the point that it calms me and comforts me even in the middle of my crisis. I want to talk to Him daily so that I know He is still in the room!
Throwing your Preacher to the Lions
Hey Pastors! Raise your hand if you have ever had a church member say “God told me that you should…..”. Raise your hand if you have ever sat in a committee meeting and heard the group start down a path that you (as the Pastor) knew wasn’t the way the Lord had directed you. Don’t raise your hand if you have ever caved in. Someone might be watching.
The first time I read 1 Kings 13 it really messed me up. Here’s what happened in a nutshell. A person referred to as “a Man of God ” (identified in an earlier chapter as a man named Shemaiah) was instructed by God to go to Bethel. God also told him not to eat or drink while in Bethel. The Man of God (I’ll call Preacher Pat) was so committed to this that he turned down an offer to dine with the king there. But another man, identified as an old prophet (I’ll call Deacon Dan), lived in Bethel and found Preacher Pat. Deacon Dan lied to Preacher Pat and told him that he was a Man of God too and that God had told him to give him food and water and a place to stay. So Preacher Pat went and ate with Deacon Dan. Once Preacher Pat left and headed back home, God sent a lion to kill Preacher Pat.
Are you kidding me? This ticked me off the first time I read it. Why would God kill Preacher Pat? It wasn’t his fault! He was lied to by someone with the credentials of a prophet. How was he to know? After thinking about this for a few months I realized the following.
1) If the Lord gives you specific instruction, you should follow that instruction regardless of what anyone else tells you. Don’t get me wrong. I think great wisdom can emerge from a group of godly men seeking His will. But on some issues, particularly those given specifically by God to a “Man of God”, the directive cannot and should not change.
2) If those around you tell you they are there to deliver a message from God you should validate that with the Man Himself! Preacher Pat stuck to his guns in the beginning. The King of Bethel invited him to dinner and Pat refused. Pat went as far as to tell the King that he wouldn’t eat with him even if he promised to give him half of his wealth. But when an old man approached him and said that he too was a prophet, Preacher Pat crumbled like a cookie. The fate of Preacher Pat would have been much different if Pat would have just validated the prophets claims with God before he diverted from the plan.
3) The easy way out will get you in trouble if it’s not God’s way. For crying out loud, Preacher Pat was hungry! I felt sorry for the guy. He had a need and someone offered to meet that need. Why shouldn’t he eat? Simple….God told him not to! No matter how desperate the situation might feel, God will take care of those that are at the center of His will.
4) God takes disobedience seriously. Does death by lion ring a bell? It does to this Man of God, or should I say corpse of God. The Lord could have had the man killed by robbers or some freak accident. He sent a lion! I wonder if the use of a lion was Gods way of sending a message to everyone else, especially Deacon Dan, that he was not happy with the disobedience.
Pastors: You are the Man of God. You are the leader of your church second only to Christ himself. Surround yourself with people that you trust and seek their council. God can and sometimes does speak to those around you who will, in turn, share that with you. But in a matter in which God gives you clear direction, directly from Him to you, He is the only one that should change that direction. Your council can assist you with the logistics and implementation but don’t allow anyone else to talk you out of following God’s instruction.
Everyone else: Never mask your personal agenda, wants or desires, behind the phrase “God told me to tell you…” If you do not trust that Christ is leading your church through your pastor, you need to examine your pastor or your own heart because there is a problem with one of the two. To second guess that direction is to second guess God and undermines the leadership of your pastor. In the words of that wise bumpersticker I once saw: GOD SAID IT, I BELIEVE IT, THAT SETTLES IT. When you try to circumvent the will of God, and lie in the process, something is going to die! It might be your church, your reputation, or your pastors career.
Sadly, I’ve known lots of Deacon Dans and even played that part myself in the past. I’ve seen the Preacher Pats of church world listen to their committees more than they listen to God. We are taught to protect ourselves from the things of the world but it’s the things of the church that sometimes devour us.
If You Don’t Like it, Don’t Listen
I’m a member of a large church. To say the sound system is large as well would be an understatement. It would make most rock bands jealous. It’s one of the many things I love! I love to feel what I am hearing both figuratively and literally. But I know that the loud music isn’t for everyone and I used to worry that maybe it was too loud for some.
I hadn’t been a member of my church very long when one morning a couple in their early 70’s came in and sat down in front of us. They had that “first timer’s” look about them and I immediately started worrying that the music was going to be too loud for their taste. I had visions of them storming out of the church. I prayed that the old man’s hearing aid would not blow up! I was a nervous wreck as the countdown clock got closer to 00:00. Then I saw something that was incredibly simple but spoke volumes to my heart. They both reached in their pockets and took out ear plugs. EAR PLUGS! Praise God, they…. had… ear plugs!
What’s my point? My point is this. They could have moaned and groaned and complained. They could have written letters to the church, bad mouthed the preacher, stormed out, etc. They could have put their needs ahead of the other 2,500 people in the congregation. Or they could just pop in some ear plugs and go on with their worship. They didn’t come to church looking for a fight.
Growing up a Preacher’s kid, I’ve seen the worst of church members. Heck, I’ve been the worst of church members at times. I used to go to church expecting there to be a problem and sometimes creating one. If you walk into your church looking for a fight instead of looking for God, you are going to find a fight rather than finding God. Your attitude towards worship has to start before you ever pull in the parking lot.
Thank God for Tic Tacs
A few weeks ago I stopped by the grocery store before picking the boys up from school. The kids love orange Tic Tacs so I grabbed a couple of packs. I went on to the school to get them and we started our normal conversation. ”How was your day? - Fine. What did you learn today? - Nothing. Did you get in trouble? - I don’t think so.” I gave them both the small gift expecting praises to Daddy and excitement, etc. NOTHING! Not even a glance. Not a pause in their conversation. Not even a little ole ”thank you”. So I calmly pulled the car over, got out, opened the back door, and made both of them hand over the Tic Tac’s. I closed the door and walked back around to the driver’s side. As I got in the car I was greeted with “Thank you….thank you Daddy…..can we have them back?”
My kids will never see those Tic Tacs again because I felt like I needed to make a point they wouldn’t forget. All I wanted was a simple thank you or even an acknowledgment that I had given them a gift.
Last week I read 1 Chronicles 16:8: Give thanks to the Lord, call on his name; make known among the nations what He has done. I was reminded of the point I had made with my kids the week before. What if God did to us what I did to my kids when we don’t say thank you? I give thanks for the big gifts but what about the everyday gifts that He gives us? It hurt when my kids didn’t acknowledge my gift even though it was something small. I can only imagine how God feels when we take so many things for granted.
Wish You Were Here
A few years ago Mahalie and I were invited to go to Colorado with some friends. It was going to be an all expense paid trip once we got there, we just had to pay for a plane ticket. But we had two kids at the time and a busy life. I was unsure of the travel plans and our itenerary so we opted to stay home. One day I got this postcard in the mail from the same friends. It was a picture of a huge ski slope covered in fresh powder. A nice little cabin was over to one side with smoke coming out of the chimney. It was more inviting than I could have ever imagined. Across the top of the postcard it said “Wish You Were Here!” To think that I could have been right there!! Dang.
What if you went to your mailbox one day and there was a postcard from God. “Wish you were here” across the top of it with a picture and description of where you could have been in life if only you would have gone where He wanted you to go. I wonder what opportunities we have blown because we decided not to follow His direction. I wonder what that kind of happiness would have felt like. I wonder what the note on the back would say. I’ve never seen a postcard from an unhappy place, have you?
Although we have all missed opportunities in the past, rest assured there will be more. It’s not too late to find out what HE has in store for your life. He invites us everyday. Be ready.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jer 29:11
Why would I take the time to Blog?
Several months ago I was driving to Charlotte by myself. It’s about a two hour drive from where I live. I arrived at my destination, got out of the car, and started hearing some sort of alarm faintly in the distance. It was another couple of minutes before I realized it was the alarm on my watch…the alarm I had set to notify me that I needed to be leaving home and on my way to Charlotte. The alarm that had been going off for over two hours. I never heard it!
I firmly believe that God is constantly talking to us but we have to be willing to listen! So many times I’ve found myself saying “I just want to know God’s will” or “I just don’t hear Him saying anything”. Well are you listening? To God? Maybe we don’t hear Him because our life is too loud. We wake up to a radio. I have a radio in the bathroom when I’m getting ready in the mornings. Radio and kids are on in the car on the drive to school and to work. You walk in the office and there are co-workers and music. Many of us even fall asleep with the TV on! So when do we allow time to hear God? Our 10 minute quiet time in the mornings isn’t enough for some. Turn life off for a second. You would be amazed at what you hear.
In my homegroup a few weeks ago we got on the conversation about how some of us wake up in the middle of the night and our mind starts wondering and we can’t get back to sleep. When that happens to me I end up turning the TV on. Why? Because I don’t want to hear the things going on in my mind. Maybe that’s God trying to communicate with us. If that’s the only time we give Him then that’s the time he’s going to take. Psalm 46:10 “Be Still and know that I am God” can be translated several different ways. One of the most obvious for me is to, are you ready for this? BE STILL and KNOW that I AM GOD!! Be quiet and listen! The alarm on my watch was there the whole time. It tried to talk to me for over two hours. Just because I didn’t hear it doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening. I wonder how many times that’s happened between me and God?
So why would I blog? I’m Blogging for….ME! It’s one of my ways that I can “Be Still”. I find it easier to remember things if I write them down and to formulate the thoughts in my head. I must admit that, up until about six months ago, I thought this was the dumbest thing on the net. That was until I started reading several blogs on a daily basis. I have learned from others, been inspired by others, and have expanded my mind beyond the limits I had once set for myself.
Get in the Game!
Fast forward eight years. Football had become my sport and I was okay at it. It was my senior year and so far I had played wide receiver, tight end, punt returner, defensive end, defensive tackle, and nose guard. We went 1-10-1 that year, probably because we had to have wide receivers playing nose guard but that’s not important. About four games into the season our defensive line coach pulled me to the side and told me that I didn’t have to worry about playing time. He told me that if I needed a rest that I could pull myself out of the game and, gasp, put myself back into the game when I was ready! This is what I had strived for my entire athletic career…to control my own playing time!
There was one game where we were getting destroyed. I was playing defensive tackle and the guy across the line of scrimmage from me was BIG. Not big as in fat, big as in he could kill you with his bare hands big. He had already received a dozen or so scholarship offers and his reputation preceded him. I found myself on my back with all 310 pounds of him pancaked on top of my 210 pound body several times. I was tired of getting knocked down so it seemed like a good time to take a breather. I was standing on the sideline for several plays when the Head Coach starts coming towards me. “Dear Lord, please strike my coach with temporary blindness so that he doesn’t see me. Amen.” That prayer wasn’t answered. “Milstead! What are you waiting for? Get back in the game, NOW!” At that moment I realized that I had become a spectator rather than a player and I had become satisfied with that because the game was too tough.
Maybe it’s your marriage. Maybe it’s your job. Maybe it’s your church. Maybe it’s your relationship with Christ. Raising my hand when I say “Been there, done that.”
It’s time to get back in the game, whatever that is for you. You have taken your break on the sidelines and maybe gotten a little lazy; a little content with the way things are. Get back in the game. It’s time to be a player in the health of your family. It’s time to love your kids unconditionally and be a participant in their lives. If you don’t, someone else will eventually take your place on the field! It’s time to get in the game at church and with Christ! Stop standing on the sidelines watching, quietly criticizing those that are playing….frustrated with the outcome but not willing to do anything about it. It’s time to stop squandering the opportunities God gives us, time to stop being a quitter when things get tough. What are you waiting for? You aren’t here to watch, you are here to play. GET IN THE GAME! GET IN THE GAME!
Hebrews 12: 1-2
1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. 2 We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith.[a] Because of the joy[b] awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne.
About
I am Ben Milstead. I am married to the most wonderful woman in the world and have been blessed with three sons. We live in Anderson, SC, attend Newspring Church, live and breath Clemson athletics, and love Christ more than all others. I’m not a preacher, teacher, sky diver, fireman, etc. I’m an average guy that struggles with the same issues that most people do. I will try to learn something new today that I can apply to my life tomorrow.
When not playing around on the computer I am self employed in the field of home mortgages. I also cohost a radio show three days a week in upstate South Carolina.
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