J McD Writes

Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.—Matthew 5:10

This is the eighth Beatitude. It’s different. 

I can understand the attitude of humility that comes with being poor in spirit. I recognize the need for mourning over sin. Gentleness, mercy and peacemaking are clearly characteristics worth pursuing. We should all be pure in heart with a hunger and thirst for righteousness.

But, blessed are those who have been persecuted? What do we even do with this verse?

It’s a verse that must have meant the world to the early church. It’s a verse our brothers and sisters across the world live out every day.

But for those of us who sit in padded pews or stop by the church coffee shop, what do we do with these words of Jesus?

Do we feel guilty for not enduring the same hardship? Do we seek out situations to suffer for His sake? How does this verse connect with our lives?

It was just a few weeks ago that Hurricane Michael sent many scrambling. Trees fell, houses crumbled, lives were changed for farmers and families. During the first few days of the coverage, the pictures and videos were all the same. Destruction.

But, then the story began to change. Restoration and Rebuilding.

Teams of people from all over the country stepped in to serve, and the stories began to shift. I’m especially proud of how the Christian community steps in during these times of need. 

Some suffer. Some serve.

But, my guess is that the news will shift to something else before all the rebuilding is completed. Coverage always ends before construction.

Maybe, that’s a way to understand this passage.

Some suffer. Some serve.

We have brothers and sisters in the faith who suffer each day for their faith. Some suffer. 

As believers, we have the opportunity to pray, to give, and perhaps even go to be an encouragement to believers born into more difficult circumstances than our own. Some serve.

But, in order to serve, we have to see. The Voice of the Martyrs offers a free app with daily updates on persecuted peoples and countries along with a way to pray.

If we don’t suffer, we serve. Find a way to pray, give or go.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for their’s is the kingdom of heaven.—Matthew 5:10

It’s October, and there’s plenty to look forward to. Fall weather, flannel and familiar flavors. That’s right. Pumpkin Spice!

Maybe it’s a recent phenomenon but I feel like the pumpkin spice people are getting pushy. It’s started off with the lattes but now they are invading every aisle in the store: muffins, donuts, cereal, candy, candles, cologne and body spray… Ok, I may have stretched it a little. But pumpkin spice is pervasive.

While pumpkin spice is everywhere you look, the same can’t be said for peace. Watch the news, scroll though Facebook, have an everyday conversation and you see it, feel it, and most likely take part in it. Anger, bitterness and conflict.

Many seem intent on division. And many more are content to avoid conflict and keep the peace. But few would be defined as peacemakers.

We either stir the pot or step out of the situation. But, if we want to live like our Savior, it means being a peacemaker.

Maybe it means sacrificing our preferences for the good of others. Maybe it means putting a stop to gossip. Maybe it means offering forgiveness. It can take a thousand different forms, but peace is needed. And Jesus calls us to make it.

I don’t know whose job it is to market this fall flavor, but they need a raise. It’s everywhere.

What if we were as determined to spread peace in our families, friendships, neighborhoods, churches and workplaces.

I could stand for a little more peace and a little less pumpkin spice. What are some steps you could take to pursue peace in your relationships?

Well, I got off track. I’d been faithful to post once a week, but a busy weekend got the best of me. Our student ministry took a trip to raft the Chattahoochee. It was an incredible trip. We rafted a class five rapid. We zip lined from Georgia to Alabama,. We took time to worship with one another.

To be gut honest with you, it was much easier to be purely in the moment when rafting and zipping than during worship. We had a great speaker, an amazing worship leader, and a pretty awesome set-up. At the same time, there was a party going on in the street below, my shoes were wet from the water, and I couldn’t help running through the weekend schedule and to do list in my mind.

I want to see God. More than anything else, I want to see God through His Word, in answer to prayer, and working in my life for the benefit of others. At the same time, being pure in heart, single-minded and focused is such a struggle. 

Why can I have pure moment rafting but skimp on time that could be spent savoring the Savior?

Let’s go back to the boat. First of all, there’s no escape. We are in the boat for better or worse. Second, I’m not alone. There’s six of us paddling together in unison. Without working together, we are bound to fail. Third, there is a clear situation calling for my attention. 

Perhaps if I saw my everyday life the same way, I would experience more pure moments with my Master. Maybe if I was aware of the potential dangers and pitfalls, I’d be persistent in prayer. Maybe if I more closely walked with others, my worship would be more purposeful. Maybe if I set aside uninterrupted, non-negotiable time with Jesus, I’d experience more of His joy.

There’s plenty of things in life worth seeing. Let’s not miss out on seeing Jesus. Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God. 

Every so often someone asks a question that flips the world upside down. Nearly, 19 years ago, the Baha men accomplished that feat with this simple question: Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who? The question probably isn’t significant nor is the song really that good, but it is catchy. Songs are like that. 

We can go years without hearing a song, but in a moment those words come rushing back to our mind and hold on tight, not wanting to leave. It could be a pop song, a Youtube sensation, a TV theme song, or even a commercial jingle. Some music we just can’t get out of our mind.

The same could be said of offenses. When people insult or hurt us, it stings and we remember. We hold on. We don’t forget. And, then there’s Jesus.

Jesus didn’t hold on to our offenses. He took them to the cross, paid the penalty, and offers us forgiveness, over and over.

I could stand to be more like Jesus. I could stand to extend mercy.

But, mercy isn’t simply about forgiving those who have caused you suffering. Mercy is seeing and serving those who are suffering around you.

Throughout Jesus’ ministry we see Him reaching out to the rejected, the sick, the outcast, the broken. 

While certain thoughts and words hang around in our head, we are able to dismiss others fairly quickly. That’s often how we view the suffering of others. Out of sight, out of mind. 

God calls us to more. We must learn to forgive those who have caused us to suffer. And we must learn to serve the suffering. 

I love what Mother Theresa had to say:

I never look at the masses as my responsibility; I look at the individual. I can only love one person at a time – just one, one, one. So you begin. I began – I picked up one person. Maybe if I didn’t pick up that one person, I wouldn’t have picked up forty-two thousand….The same thing goes for you, the same thing in your family, the same thing in your church, your community. Just begin – one, one, one. 

My Prayer: Father God, may your story of mercy be continually playing in my mind. Help me to see the needs around me and faithfully step in to serve those suffering.

The Tchoupitoulas Challenge. It’s impossible to pronounce but worth the effort. This ice cream creation is a product of the Creole Creamery in New Orleans, and it’s the only food challenge I’ve ever seriously considered. I have little interest in the worlds spiciest wings or the nations meatiest burger. But, something seemed magical about eight scoops of ice cream, eight toppings, whipped cream, sprinkles, cherries and wafers.  

I never attempted the feat, partially for the fact that it cost $30 but also out of fear I may come to hate ice cream, which would be an unparalleled tragedy. The truth is no one wins these food challenges. It may start off fun, but they always end in stomach aches.

I’ve never craved kale and quinoa. I know I should. I know I need to fuel my body well. But, what I crave is pizza, cheese covered anything, and an Outback Bloomin’ Onion.

In much the same way, I’m not naturally inclined to hunger for righteousness. I hunger for what umps up my pride, provides pleasure, and allows my mind to momentarily check out. I know I should pursue righteousness, but there are so many other tantalizing options. How do we change? How do we transform our spiritual tastebuds?

The Fit Friend:

The more I’m around my carrot eating Cross-fit friends, the more I care about the food I consume. The more I’m around prayerful, mission minded, heart-for-Jesus people, the more I hunger to live like them.

The Registered Race:

If I’ve signed up for a race, I’ll eat well. Jogging isn’t enjoyable on a stomach full of junk. When I’ve signed up to serve, I depend on Jesus, and I seek His righteousness.

The Definite Difference

When I see a change in what the scale says or how my clothes fit, I’m more likely to keep my good eating habits. When I notice a change in my heart, words, actions, it reminds me that Jesus is working in my life. And, I’m satisfied.

Do any of those jumpstart a hunger for righteousness in your life? What would you add to the list?

Praying that we would hunger after what really matters!

While they’ve faded as fast as the fad arrived, fidget spinners were all the rage for a few short months. You couldn’t go anywhere without the seeing a child spinning the trinket between their fingers. Although the fidget spinner was absent from my childhood, I had something far better: the rubber band.

There was no end to the possibilities. You could wear it, stretch it, connect it, or shoot it.. But, in elementary school, our game of choice was sending little paper projectiles flying across the classroom. We called them wasps, and for good reason. If one connected on bare skin, it was sure to leave a mark.

Most of our games were anything but gentle. There had to be some degree of violence. Slapping, thumping or pencil breaking. As an adult, I’ve left those games behind. But, sadly, I can be pretty quick to snap at others with similar force. James pretty much has me pegged.

from the same mouth come both blessing and cursing—James 3:10

Let someone mess up my order, cut me off in traffic, or simply be rude, and I’m snapping back. The smallest outward inconvenience turns into an intense inner situation. And, then I think of Jesus.

He was oppressed and He was afflicted, Yet He did not open His mouth—Isaiah 53:7

In the midst of undeserved and ultimate insult and humiliation, Jesus kept silent, living out His teaching from the Beatitudes.

When most of us hear gentle or meek, we think weak. We think getting run over. We think spineless. But, do any of those words describe Jesus? Jesus was gentle, but no one would call Him weak. Nails did not hold Jesus to the cross. He chose in his strength to stay and suffer.

Instead of weakness, gentleness is simply surrendered strength. Gentleness is choosing to submit your strength to the Savior. Strength isn’t for your benefit. It’s to serve others.

No doubt you will face insult and inconvenience today. Be the rubber band. Stretch, don’t snap. Surrender your strength. Love your neighbor as yourself. Follow the footsteps of Jesus.