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Exploring My Strange Bible

June 8, 2021 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

Have you ever tried to read the Bible and got bored with it? Has the Bible seemed like a randomly collected book of stories and facts, a few wise sayings mixed in with some really strange prophecies? Yeah, I have too. Many of us believe that the Bible is either a divine instruction manual dropped from heaven or just a few inspirational quotes mixed in with some strange and disturbing stories. Some of us think it’s just an old book that has no relevance for people today. I used to read just the parts I liked and ignore the sections that were puzzling or offensive. But all that changed when I was introduced to the Bible Project.

Tim Mackie, one of the founders, calls himself a card-carrying Bible nerd and wants others to also be amazed at how brilliant and wise the Bible actually is. From page one in Genesis to the last word in Revelation, the Bible is a cohesive, unified story all pointing to Jesus. Tim’s early podcast, Exploring My Strange Bible, speaks out loud what many of us have actually thought: the Bible is too hard for me to understand, I’ll just leave it to the experts.

Back in 2014 Tim and Jon made two short 5-minute videos summarizing a few books of the Bible and posted them online for free. Jon’s passion for visual storytelling combined with Tim’s PhD in Biblical and Hebrew studies made accessible many seemingly confusing parts of the Bible. I’m quite certain I have watched at least 100 of their short videos, and every one I watch expands my appreciation and love for this book.

I had no idea that certain themes introduced on the first page of the Bible – such as the tree of life, the talking snake in the garden, the change from chaos to order – are coherent, beautiful and trustworthy themes, each one beautifully developed throughout all 1,000+ pages of the Bible.

The 40-some authors of the Bible, writing over a period of 1,500 years, must have been guided by God’s Holy Spirit. There’s no other way this book could consistently weave the same theme throughout. The writers, ranging from kings to herdsmen, were carried along in crafting their words, yet each writer has a specific personal style. As this picture suggests, it’s hard to see where God and man’s words stop or start, they simply worked together as a partnership. There’s no other book like it in the entire world.

I remember thinking in the past, If I were God, I would have whitewashed some of those stories, cleaned them up and tied them up with a neat pretty bow. But God is not interested in cover-ups and lies. He wants us to know that He can turn any chaotic and seemingly hopeless situation into good. He is the Champion God of great reversals in our lives, restoring and redeeming what has fallen into chaos. Anyone who is willing to let Him do His good work in them is invited to ask. God is a gentleman and will not force His way into anyone’s life, but He’s always at the door waiting to be let in.

Love, Mom

Stumbling Blocks or Stepping Stones?

May 26, 2021 / Shari Baar / 4 Comments

The only difference between stumbling blocks and stepping stones

is how you use them. ~ Unknown

Dear Daughters,

Disruptions.

It’s a word no one likes, but it’s a reality of life. You know how you sometimes have a day planned, a picnic scheduled, a vacation intended, a wonderful life you imagined, a marriage you had hoped for? And then something comes up to change your plans. Sometimes it’s a physical or mental ailment, other times it’s rainy when you want sun, a car accident occurs, postponed flights annoy, a microscopic virus disrupts life, and then there’s always those people who make life difficult.

When Dad and I married 45 years ago I had my long-range plan in place – to live a peaceful yet challenging life on a dairy in Idaho. As you know, only four years later my nostalgic plans were disrupted when Dad and I answered the call for him to become a pastor. Moving cross-country to Michigan was not how I expected my life to unfold.

Living in four different states and 12 different cities, disruptions have become a way of life for us. They have not become any easier, but we have grown accustomed to making new friends – again and again.

We are often offended by disruptions. Schedules and busyness can become addictive, making us feel like we are in control of our life. We bring the kids to soccer practice, make sure there are clean clothes for tomorrow so we don’t have to dig some out of the hamper, try to have something edible on the table for dinner, get the homework done, try to have a little quality time with our husband….and the list goes on.

If you remember Bilbo Baggins the Hobbit, he was a person whose life was completely disrupted without his permission. He was called on a journey he wasn’t prepared for, didn’t sign up for, never remotely volunteered for, and really was not at all interested. But Gandalf came, brought him some friends and comrades and off they went into unknown, uncharted territory. In the end, Bilbo grew up. He did things he never thought himself able to do. He became courageous, brave, bold, daring and creative.

Or think of Dorothy. She too was taken on an adventure unexpectedly because of the tornado. She had not chosen to be carried in her dream to the land of Oz, but once there she made friends with Scarecrow, the Cowardly Lion and the Tin Man. On the journey with them she learned compassion, bravery, and how to become a warrior.

When God disrupts our lives with whatever circumstances he chooses to use, we are not typically grateful. We would prefer to order our own lives, follow our five, maybe ten-year plan for our life. We like to be comfortable, doing things that make us happy. However, God wants us to learn to love others as we love ourselves.

I was surprised 20 years ago when I read Victory over the Darkness by Neil Anderson and learned that God’s basic goal for my life is character development: being and becoming the person God wants me to be. Really? That’s it? It sounded too simplistic. I thought it was doing all the right stuff, being a fairly good wife and mother, teaching all my students to sing and play the piano.

Yes, those things are important, but the bottom line is that God wants you to become more loving, patient, joyful, peaceful, faithful and kind. Nobody on earth can keep you from becoming that kind of person. And that’s precisely why there are distractions, disappointments, trials and disruptions in our lives.

We often interpret the hardships in our lives as, Why is God mad at me? Perhaps we need to see them as,

God loves me enough to mature me.

Helen Keller, the woman who was both blind and deaf, wrote:

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet.

Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened,

vision-cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved.

So, we have a choice. We can choose to see our tribulations as stumbling blocks, get angry about them, whine and complain about them. Or we can accept disruptions as stepping stones and embrace the changes and challenges that come into our lives, knowing Jesus will use these incidents to grow us up.

I don’t know of any parent who wants to keep their children in diapers. We want our own children to mature, and God our Heavenly Father wants maturity for us as well.

For each person, the specific story of circumstances will be different, but the Larger Story is always the same:

The goal of our instruction is love. (I Timothy 1:5)

Our disruptions can be seen either as stumbling blocks or stepping stones, the choice is ours.

Love, Mom

The Chosen

May 18, 2021 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

Several years ago a friend of mine posted a new TV series called The Chosen. Again and again I would see his posts, commenting on how much he enjoyed it and encouraging others to watch. I remember thinking to myself, I’ve seen several Jesus/Bible movies and have never been impressed with them. Most of the characters looked like Americans, Jesus was always white and handsome, the plot lines seemed anemic and the dialogue stilted. The Jesus in the movies never seemed real to me; he seemed other-worldly, not at all connected to his humanity.

So I never looked into it – until a month ago. Recently, because another friend of mine was so enthusiastic about how she loved the series and had watched some episodes several times, I finally decided to give Season 1, Episode 1 a try. It was titled

I Have Called You By Name.

Completely different from any movie I’ve ever seen about Jesus, it opens with Mary Magdalene as a little girl, then as an adult wrestling with her demons. It shows the every-day oppression of living under the Roman occupation, the hierarchy of the Jewish religious system, and the day to day grind of being a fisherman.

As with any good movie, I had a lot of questions and wonderings about different scenes so of course I had to watch it again. But the most amazing thing for me is the character of Jesus and how his humanity is portrayed – how he loves people in the red quarter, how he carves toys for the little children, how he celebrates with joy and dancing at the wedding feast of his friends. The honesty and vulnerability of Jesus is refreshing. He is not intimidated by the religious folk, the poor, the cynical or the Romans.

On the other hand, the disciples are depicted as the self-centered, hard-to-get-along-with people they were. Seeing the backstories of the characters helped me to see them as actual human beings who were deeply flawed, argumentative and obviously misunderstanding the entire mission of Jesus. The apparent animosity between Peter the fisherman and Matthew who ruthlessly collected his taxes, was shown for what it was. And yet, Jesus called them both to follow Him. There were spats among the disciples – who was the greatest of them and arguments about how the whole traveling troupe should be managed. There were biases toward classes of people and speculation about ideologies, mistrust of each other and definite opinions about life in general. Peter, the guy who seemed the most opinionated of all, constantly gave Jesus helpful hints about how the ministry should be run.

I had never thought about Jesus continually traveling, setting up camp each night, preparing food, walking miles of dusty roads and constantly facing multitudes of people seeking healing, facing intense criticism from the religious folk and being entirely misinterpreted day after day by everyone around Him.

The official statement about the series:

The Chosen is based on the true stories of the gospels of Jesus Christ. Some locations and timelines have been combined or condensed. Backstories and some characters and dialogue have been added. However, all Biblical and Historical context and any artistic imagination are designed to support the truth and intention of the Scriptures. The original names, locations and phrases have been transliterated into English for anything spoken.

The Chosen gets two thumbs up from me, and a huge thank you to my persistent friends for challenging me to watch the show.

Love, Mom

Sometimes We Fall Apart

May 10, 2021 / Shari Baar / 0 Comments

Dear Daughters,

This morning I finished the last page of my planner, my oh-so-valuable Things To Do notebook. I typically use one each year, glance through it when it’s full, then throw it away. You probably have something similar – the daily lists and reminders, temporary information that’s important for a time, and then it’s not.

As I was scanning through my notebook, I came upon the schedules for giving Lorazepam and Morphine to Grandpa, the timing for his breathing treatments, the list of Hospice workers, names of the amazing people who came in for the night shift and short statements about his general condition. Suddenly my mind and emotions were swept back to those last few weeks of Grandpa’s life.

It’s been almost a year since he passed and six months since we’ve moved back to Michigan, but immediately and unexpectedly today I relived all the grief and heartache of walking toward the horizon of the end of his life on this earth. It was a sacred time a year ago, yet perplexing in how to give him comfort as well as those who gathered around to help. I was reminded anew about how important it is for us to have a community of support, to give encouragement and do what we cannot do. I’m reminded of the saying

It takes a village to raise a child,

but I think I can complement it by saying

It takes a village to escort a life to the end.

I know my statement doesn’t have quite the ring as the original, but it’s the best I can come up with – plus it’s true.

I used to feel young compared to Grandpa and Grandma (I looked quite spry in comparison) but now that I am around all of you, my daughters and your beautiful families, I don’t quite feel that way anymore and I continually marvel at all your energy and youth. But it’s ok, God has given each of us a time to begin life on this earth, a time to carry on and a time to leave.

I also came upon a beautiful song today, capturing all the emotions I was feeling. So I listened and wept over all the memories – the hard, the beautitful, and a combination of all the others. The chorus verbalized everything I was feeling:

It’s okay to cry
It’s okay to fall apart
You don’t have to try
To be strong when you are not
And it may take sometime to make sense of all your thoughts
But don’t ever fight your tears
‘Cause there is freedom in every drop
Sometimes the only way to heal a broken heart is when we fall apart

It’s okay to cry, fall apart, and be weak. In fact, maybe that’s how we can live life to the fullest. Freedom comes in our honesty to admit we hurt, to admit we miss those who have gone, and admit we need help. After all, it takes a village…

Love, Mom

The Beautiful Exception

April 29, 2021 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

Did you know you can choose to be unoffendable? Being offended is what comes natural, it’s our human default setting. If someone makes us mad, or maybe just disagrees with us, our first impulse is to be offended.

When I first heard of Brant Hansen’s book Unoffendable, I was offended. I always thought it was good and healthy to be angry at some things – like sex trafficking, child pornography and civil rights abuses. Sure, I know Jesus taught us to love others, forgive people who hurt us, be patient with those who irritate us. But really, is that what he meant for every day? Every time someone cuts me off in traffic, anyone who doesn’t agree with my political or religious views, or people who are simply mean? Aren’t we supposed to be angry with those who sin, who don’t live like we live?

Today’s cancel culture teaches us – If you aren’t like me, if you disagree with me – I will cancel you out of my life and never speak to you again.

When I study the life of Jesus, I am amazed. He never cancelled anyone. Nor was He ever shocked or surprised at human behavior. He knew that we are all basically selfish, He knew the fallen human heart was just that – fallen. So maybe, just maybe we would do well to live the same way. We all know what’s in our own heart so we can imagine every other person struggles with the same exact stuff. Different details, different day, different location, different people, but basically, we all skirmish with the same emotions as every other human on the planet.

Because I battle bitterness toward people who have hurt me, I imagine others do as well. I struggle with forgiveness, so I know others also struggle when I hurt them. When we can accept it as a fact – that people are self-centered, untrustworthy, unfaithful and prone to selfishness – we don’t need to be shocked any longer and can learn to adjust our expectations accordingly.

Now this may sound quite pessimistic and like Debby Downer talking. But we need not any longer be surprised at human behavior. If we simply remember that people will react in ways we don’t like, we can plan for it and choose a better way. We can replace the shock and anger with gratitude.

Yes, the world is broken, but don’t be offended by it. Instead, thank God that He’s intervened in it, and He’s going to restore it to everything it was meant to be. Yes, the world is broken, and selfish is our default setting. Brant Hansen

It takes the miracle of a new heart to become unoffended. We see anger in the grocery store and at the bank, rage on the roads and annoyance at home. Offense seems to be the fashion, outrage the popular trend. But to be perpetually shocked and offended at others is exhausting. Brant suggests that we might start living with realistic expectations and choose to be the exception – to be those who are not offended.

So, what if we started being the exception? The Beautiful Exception.

Imagine the results of speaking kindness after being insulted.

Imagine the beauty when we pray prayers of intercession for our enemies instead of words of accusation.

Imagine the reaction if we searched and spoke of the good people do instead of highlighting the evil.

Imagine trusting God to take care of the people who have hurt us, to let Him do the work and mete out the justice we are incapable of giving.

Imagine someone cuts you off in traffic and you choose to replace that shock and horror with gratitude, to forgive them and actually pray for them.

And then when a person generously lets you merge – give thanks.

Imagine when your UPS driver drops off a package, you open the door and shout out thank you! (something Dad is really good at)

Imagine your life becoming less stressful because you give up your right to anger and offense.

We need to remember, always remember when Jesus was reviled, spit upon and mocked, he never came back with similar words, but instead as he was hanging from the cross, prayed for his enemies, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” And if Jesus lives in us, we have the power to forgive, to give thanks during difficult times and trust our Father to do what we cannot.

Way back in the beginning we were created as images of God, so we can rule as He ruled, with a servant heart and hands of peace.

We draw people to Christ by not loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely, that they want to know with all their hearts the source of it. Madeleine L’Engle

And as Brant Hansen sums it up:

When we recognize our unsurprising fallenness and keep our eyes joyfully open for the glorious exceptions, we’re much less offendable. Why?

Because that’s the thing about gratitude and anger: they can’t coexist. It’s one or the other.

One drains the very life from you. The other fills your life with wonder.

Choose wisely.

Let’s be the Beautiful Exception.

Love, Mom

On My Own

March 23, 2021 / Shari Baar / 0 Comments

Dear Daughters,

A few years ago I watched the movie Les Miserables – Les Miz for short. It’s a fabulous movie based on the novel by Victor Hugo, first published in 1862. The music in the film is marvelous and moving, emotional and memorable. The story of Les Miz is based on the character Jean Valjean, known as Prisoner #24601, recently released from 19 years in prison and desiring to find a life of freedom but not knowing how.

It’s a long and complicated story, but in the movie there is a lovely song On My Own sung by one of the minor characters, Eponine. It is a haunting, heartbreaking song of a woman having to live life on her own. I learned it quite well because a piano student of mine wanted to sing and play it and asked for my help. So, I immersed myself in the song, singing and playing it so I could teach it well to my student. But an interesting shift took place as I sang it over and over.

Originally, the song is sung by Eponine because the man she loves is only in her dreams, yet she longs for him to be a reality – which never happens. She sings the song on a deserted street in the rain, devastated yet hoping for something more than what she has experienced. The more I sang it I started believing that this was my life, that I was on my own. Slowly, the words I sang became those I felt about God during that time in my life. I had been hurt and rejected by others, my health was failing and I truly felt as if God had abandoned me. So I sang On My Own more and more, often with fervor, believing that in real life I was on my own. God had become a figment of my imagination, a nice awareness but simply a pretend idea.

The words of On My Own go like this:

On my own, pretending he’s beside me

All alone, I walk with him till morning…

And I know, it’s only in my mind

That I’m talking to myself and not to him,

And although I know that he is blind,

Still I say there’s a way for us.

I love him, but every day I’m learning

All my life I’ve only been pretending

Without me his world will go on turning

A world that’s full of happiness that I have never known

I love him…..

But only on my own.

It’s a sad song to sing about a boyfriend or husband you wish were yours, but it’s even a sadder song when you’re singing it about God. God, the one we’re told who has created us, who loves us and desires the best for us. And yet, sometimes it feels like he’s gone, vanished, given up on us – and we come to believe we are totally on our own. I made the mistake of singing that song over and over again, becoming more mournful every time, and actually believing that I had no choice but to live life on my own. I had to look out for me because no one else was going to do it, and so I came to the conclusion that this was my life for a time. Too long of a time.

The melody was so beautiful, the orchestration exquisite, and the musicality itself continued to draw me in. How easy it is to let a 3-minute song become your entire belief system. Philosophers can write books of many wise words, but a winsome melancholy popular song often becomes the mindset of the masses who sing it.

Feelings are strong, they can take us up to the moon at times but also into the depths of despair. It was into the depths of despair that I went. I continued to sing All Alone and for me it became a reality.

So where can we anchor our minds and hearts when these thoughts consume our every waking moment?

Thankfully, a friend gently reminded me that my feelings were only feelings, they were not the truth. I am not alone, I was never alone, and I will never be alone. How do I know that? Simply because the Bible tells me so. The Bible has been an anchor for millions of people through thousands of years. My friend reminded me all the times in the past when Jesus showed his love for me.

So I rewrote the words:

I’m never alone,

The Spirit lives inside me.

Every day, my Lord he walks beside me.

Without out Him, my life would be disaster

Remembering His faithfulness that I have always known…

I love Him, I’m never on my own.

The mindset of the original On My Own is found often in the Psalms. King David and others who wrote the Psalms never denied their feelings, but wrote exactly what they felt, even though it wasn’t true. God is never afraid of our honest cries and wailings. But he loves to have them directed toward Him so He can come and give comfort.

They [the Psalms] are remarkable for recording with brutal honesty the cries of those who are sick and suffering, says Tim Keller. Yet, the hopelessness and despair is only for a season. When we turn our eyes to God and remember, always remember his faithfulness to us and to others in the myriad stories in the Bible, then we can wait patiently and sing songs of hope instead of anguish and gloom.

Love, Mom

The Rooster Crowed

March 10, 2021 / Shari Baar / 2 Comments

Dear Daughters,

Remember the story of Peter, when Jesus was on trial? A few hours earlier, Jesus had told Peter that he would betray Him, that he would claim distance and innocence from knowing the man sentenced to death. Peter of course vehemently denied that such a thing could ever happen. Even if everyone else ran away, he wouldn’t. Not Peter. No, Peter would be true and faithful even unto death.

Yet, several hours later Peter did the very thing he vowed he’d never do – betray the man who had even predicted the number of times Peter would deny his Lord.

Not once, not twice, but three times he cursed and swore, saying he never knew the man.

And then the rooster crowed.

Peter was devastated with despair when he realized he had just denied his Lord. He heard the rooster crow and knew he had failed. He was traumatized, thinking perhaps someone else – anyone else – could have said those words against Jesus, but certainly not him.

And yet, he also saw mercy in the eyes of Jesus as the rooster crowed. Peter wept bitterly but he didn’t give up on life itself.

What does the rooster’s crow signify to you?

When I hear the rooster’s crow, I typically look at the sins of people around me. It’s so much easier to point out theirs instead of my own. But the Lord, when I ask, shows me my part in the dance of offenses in which I participate. And when I confess that I too play a part in every problem, I know the forgiveness of Jesus is there immediately.

Someone else may hear the rooster’s crow and feel extreme guilt and shame because of a memory being triggered from someone’s remark – snarky or simply in passing – but it catapults them into a pit of self-loathing and remembrances of past memories and similar failures.

Either way, pointing the finger at others or ourselves can become a severe detriment to receiving the freedom God desires for us.

I am continually amazed at the outrageous mercy of Jesus. The extreme grace he showed to Peter as well as Judas the betrayer. During the Last Supper, Jesus knelt down and washed all the disciples’ feet, including Peter – the one who later denied Jesus – and Judas, who Jesus knew would betray him within the hour. I can hardly fathom the love and generosity of our Lord who would be a servant to those men, knowing exactly what each of them would do within a very short period of time.

Judas, eager to earn 30 pieces of silver, happily walked to the Pharisees to receive his payment – until he saw the consequences of his betrayal – the rooster’s crow for him. Then his guilt suddenly became so deep he saw no way out, and drowning in shame, he hung himself.

Peter, succumbing to peer pressure, spoke words he thought would never come out of his mouth – denying his teacher and friend. And then the rooster crowed. I’m sure both Peter and Judas felt like they were drowning in fear and consumed by shame. One reached out and took hold of restoration and forgiveness; the other chose to condemn himself.

A thousand years before Jesus even walked on the earth, King David wrote about this undeserved forgiveness and freedom from condemnation, because he had experienced it after committing both adultery and murder.

He does not treat us as our sins deserve, nor does He repay us according to our iniquities... As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us. Psalm 103:10

Thank God we don’t get what we deserve, otherwise we’d all be dead. There’s always a second chance, a third, a fourth…His mercy never ends.

Next time you listen to that rooster’s accusation, remember – always remember, that’s not the end of the story. The Son is rising and His forgiveness is a free gift to all.

We worship the God who turns tragedy into triumph

Sorrow into singing

Who turns brokenness into beauty

Death into Life.

David Platt

Love, Mom

Carman

February 24, 2021 / Shari Baar / 0 Comments

Dear Daughters,

I’ve been binging on some loud music tonight, rather unusual for me, but because one of my favorite singers passed away a few days ago it’s brought lots of good memories from the past.

Carman.

There was no one like him in the music industry back in the 1980s and 90s. His trademark style featured high-drama story songs, his most famous being The Champion. I can still see you girls dancing to Addicted to Jesus, Who’s in the House and many others in the living room. I remember you all loving the high energy songs, and typically skipping over his slower ballads, so I would listen to them while you were in school. Most of his music highlights the battle that rages on between good and evil, darkness and light – with Christ always as the victor.

Carman was born in New Jersey, the youngest of three children in an Italian American family. His dad was a meat cutter and his mom was known as a child prodigy on the accordion. It was in her band that he first started performing as a teenager, filling in one night on the drums when the regular didn’t show. As a teen he started his own band, playing guitar and doing vocals.

While he was playing club circuits in Atlantic City and expanding through New Jersey into Philadelphia, Carman was approached by a Capo from the real-life Sopranos Crime Family to represent his interests and help expand his career. He replied “I’ll decide when I get back from Vegas.” He took off in his 1993 Chevy Vega, hoping to make it big in Las Vegas. While he was there, he attended an Andrae Crouch concert and accepted Christ’s call on his life.

Accordingly, his music took a drastic turn after his new birth. He started writing his soon to become trademark music which was a combination of drama, rock, comedy, satire, acting, singing, dancing and preaching – all woven into what was to become a music genre like no other. His gift of evangelism combined with an almost Vegas-like showman showcased his unpredictable wit with story-dramas that could be described as a full-length feature film in 7 minutes or less.

Carman leaves behind a wife of 4 years, being married for the only time at the age of 61. But he also leaves behind millions of people like me, who have been encouraged in dark times, led to praise in times of joy, and who have been challenged to have no addiction but Jesus himself.

Some of my favorites are:

Revival in the Land

Witch’s Invitation

No Monsters

R.I.O.T.

The Courtroom

Who’s in the House?

Addicted to Jesus

Satan, Bit the Dust

Mission 3:16

I Promise

Two kids albums – Yo Kidz

And, of course, his most famous story-drama ever:

The Champion

Wherever Carman went throughout the world he filled theatres, never charging an admission fee, one of which we attended. He always offered a free invitation to hear his music and the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He trusted that God would provide through the love offerings people gave during the concert. His high energy performances were phenomenal and drew more than 70,000 in several arenas.

I love all his songs but of course my personal favorite will always be The Champion. I never tire of hearing the ten count of defeat that starts out backwards, according to Satan:

Won, He has won, He’s alive forever more, He is risen from the dead, He has won!

I know The Champion Himself greeted Carman as he walked through the doorway from this world into his eternal home.

Love, Mom

Choose Your Hard

January 24, 2021 / Shari Baar / 0 Comments

Dear Daughters,

According to those who study the brain, the average adult makes around 35,000 conscious choices every day. From the words we speak to the food we eat, the socks we wear, the number and direction of the steps we take, we’re always making choices. Some of them seem trivial, others more consequential. But as the proverbial snowflakes that continue to pile up hour after hour, every choice matters, and the end result is sometimes what we least expect.

You may have heard this anonymous quote before, but I think it bears repeating:

Obesity is hard. Staying fit is hard.

Choose your hard.

Being in debt is hard. Being financially disciplined is hard.

Choose your hard.

Marriage is hard. Divorce is hard.

Choose your hard.

Communicating is hard. Not communicating is hard.

Choose your hard.

I think everyone who is alive and breathing agrees Life is Hard. Even though our culture tries to assure us that what we buy, wear or eat will make us happy and our lives easy, by now most of us have figured out that stuff won’t ever bring lasting joy.

Life will never be easy. It will always be hard. Even when we choose options which seem to be easy, they never are. Taking the easy way isn’t the easy way.

I wonder if the simple choice of expecting hard things would make life more palatable. Expectations of having an easy and carefree life simply sets us up for disappointment. But if instead we see life as climbing a mountain, following our trusted mountaineering guide, knowing He will guide and walk alongside us, we can expect hard circumstances and thrive, experience joy in the hard. We are never told to navigate life on our own, it’s too much to bear.

Because I appreciate the above Choose your Hard statements, I’ve decided to add a few of my own:

Going to work on time is hard. Being fired is hard.

Choose your hard.

Working on a team is hard. Working alone is hard.

Choose your hard.

Forgiving your enemies is hard. Taking revenge is hard.

Choose your hard.

Trusting Jesus is hard. Trusting yourself is hard.

Choose your hard.

Complaining is hard. Being thankful is hard.

Choose your hard.

Speaking words of kindness is hard. Speaking words of bitterness is hard.

Choose your hard.

Trusting people is hard. Trusting no one is hard.

Choose your hard.

Saying Yes is hard. Saying No is hard.

Choose your hard.

Remember that climbing a mountain metaphor with a trusted mountain guide I mentioned earlier? It’s the only way I can wake up every day, put my feet on the floor and walk forward with joy and expectancy. If I trust in my own judgment, in my own understanding of the limited world I can see around me, I flounder. This world is simply too complex for my little brain to figure out the best words to say or the wise choices to make. I need a mountain guide on the sunny days when I think I can see every perspective correctly, and I need a guide when it’s foggy and I can’t see a foot ahead of me. I am unable to do life on my own. Thankfully Jesus is more than willing to help me, walk beside me, encourage me, forgive me when I confess, lead me to make the better choice – simply for the asking.

As Avery Garns has spoken so well:

God is teaching me that I can be both thankful and frustrated, fractured and faithful.

Maybe this place of in-between, of both/and, is the place where we find true hope and healing.

Taking the easy way isn’t an easy way, it’s simply a non-existent delusion. So choose your hard, choose wisely, trust Jesus and live in expectation of joy in the hard.

Love, Mom

A Weary World Rejoices

December 21, 2020 / Shari Baar / 1 Comment

Dear Daughters,

About a year ago in December I remember reading incredibly optimistic articles about the upcoming year of 2020 being a wonderful year of being able to see clearly. Ideal vision, 20/20 vision, the ability to see and do what we need to do – it was to be the exceptional year of progress and possibility. Unemployment was low, the economy was good. And then came the corona virus…

Now we are near the end of 2020, a year no one could have ever predicted and we’re weary. At times it seems like we‘re living out the movie Groundhog, every day is a bit too much like the day before.

So what is there to rejoice about?

The world in which Jesus was born was not so very different. The Roman Empire in the first century was cruel and harsh – high taxes, oppression from the government, police brutality, a huge chasm between the ruling elite and the poor. It was a time when all the Jews were hoping and waiting for the Messiah to come, just as they had been waiting for hundreds of years.

The Jews felt lost and forgotten.

Abandoned and overlooked.

And then, when they were least expecting it, He came. Not as a warrior on a mighty white steed armed with a sword and ready to take out the Roman government, which was what most people were expecting. They were hoping for release from the unfair rule of the current government and seeing a triumphant procession led by the Messiah to release them from bondage.

Instead, Jesus was born of a young teenage mother and protected by her brave and courageous husband. Mary and Joseph were most likely afraid, outcasts of society and tired. Jesus, the one who was from before creation, humbled himself to be nestled in the darkness of a virgin’s womb, becoming handicapped and encased in a human body, living within time constraints when he was the Eternal One. And why?

He was called Emmanuel – God with us.

He saw that we could not save ourselves. Lord knows we have all tried. Tried to follow all the rules, do the right thing, be good enough, strong enough, acceptable enough. But the chasm between us and a Holy Perfect God is too vast. There’s no way on earth that we can get rid of the guilt, shame and unworthiness that we have all felt.

So Jesus came to be the bridge between God and us. Simple as that. When we say yes to Jesus, he comes to take away our guilt and shame and gives us a new heart – a heart of flesh instead of our original heart of stone. He gives us new life, the ability to love and forgive, show compassion and mercy even to those who don’t deserve it. Especially to those who don’t deserve it.

The YouVersion Bible App has noticed that the most bookmarked, sought after and read verse in Scripture in this year 2020 is Isaiah 41:10,

So do not fear, for I am with you;

Do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you;

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Do not fear, which is a phrase repeated over 300 times in the Bible is certainly what we need in our time, just as the people in Isaiah’s time needed to hear it. Just as Mary and Joseph needed to hear it, and exactly what we need to hear today when fear has become epidemic to our world.

I am with you, Emmanuel, God with us. True hope amid chaos. Stability. The Eternal One with us.

Now we can breathe, and rejoice. Jesus has not left us alone, but has promised that forever He will be our strength and help. He doesn’t fix things as we think they need fixing, yet has promised to walk with us through every hard thing.

We are a weary world and we can still rejoice because we have not been left alone.

We never have to be beside ourselves with fears

when God is beside us with favor

Ask Mary

Favor isn’t grace for an easy trajectory,

but enough grace for a hard task.

Ask Mary

Favor with God doesn’t mean receiving more grace than others

But receiving enough grace to live sacrificially for others.

Ann Voskamp

So maybe 2020 has been a year of clear vision. It has caused many of us to search for a solid foundation, for Someone who will never change even though a tiny little virus has certainly changed life as we know it. It is a year that has brought us to our knees. And I think on our knees is a good place to be…Humble, looking for Him our creator who came as a child so he could experience life as we have, in a human body so fragile that his own creation killed Him.

He loves us like none other. He’s our only safe space.

A weary world rejoices.

Love, Mom

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